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TALES OUT OF SCHOOL.
One morning Miss Hill wrote these four words upon the board.
None of the class knew what they were to do with them.
“I think it's a language lesson,” said Bertha Lane at recess;” and I've thought of a way to use all but quizz.
A gong, you know, is a kind of bell, and judge was in my last Sunday-school lesson."
Will you please tell us what the words are for, Miss Hill?” asked Katie Cameron, who never could bear a secret.
“They are for you to write; one of them, quizz, is not a word, but there is a word quiz; it tells the look your eyes have had in them all the morning, when you looked at the board. I want you to look at the letters with loops below the line, and to make y, g, 9, Z, zz, and j."
“We thought it was a language lesson,” said Ida Bartlett.
Suppose we make it one,” said the teacher. Who will be the first to use the words?"
The mark under s in house is the SUSPENDED BAR. It shows that s is to be sounded
like z in this place.
Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose,
The stooping boughs above me,
The wandering bee to love me, The fern and moss to creep across, And the elm-tree for our king!
Nay-stay! I wish I were an elm-tree,
The winds would set them dancing,
The sun and moonshine glance in, The birds would house among the boughs, And sweetly sing!
0-no! I wish I were a robin, A robin or a little wren, everywhere to go;
Through forest, field, or garden,
And ask no leave or pardon, Till winter comes with icy thumbs To ruffle up our wings!
Well-tell! Where should I fly to,
Before a day was over,
Home comes the rover, For mother's kiss, -sweeter this Than any other thing.
NATURAL HISTORY.– THE PRIMROSE.
Find the corolla in the Primrose blossom, and tell into how many petals it is cut at the outer edge. The leaves grow directly from the root; that is, without stems.
The Primrose is not a wild flower in our country; but yellow, white, purple, or rose-colored ones may be seen growing in gardens or in boxes.
Words with silent letters.
XIX. MY COUNTRY.
1. My coun- try!'tis of thee, Sweet laud of lib
er-ty, Of thee I ble free, Thy name I
Land where my Fa - thers died, Land of the Pil- grim's pride;
I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and tem- pled hills;
ev - ry moun - tain-side Let Free- dom ring.
“What are you doing at school, Vio ?”
We write words in our reading lesson. Today we had words with silent letters. Miss Hill said silent letters were like what her mother used to say children should be, 'seen and not heard."
“One day we wrote the names of our town, county, state, and country, and almost every day we direct a letter to some one."
XX. MADAM SPARROW'S FIRST NEST.
tangled an'swered fin'ished līn'ing
thick'et elm, eyes, wool, wove, such, were, straw, kept.
DOUNG Madam Sparrow sat swinging on the branch of an
elm one morning in spring. Other birds were busy all
around. They were hopping over the ground, and picking up dry grass and
bits of straw. When their bills were full they would fly
away to the places where
their nests were to be. Then they would come back to get more. And so they
kept going and coming while Madam Sparrow tilted on her branch and watched them.
2. By and by Grandmother Redbreast said to her, “Why do you stay in the tree? You had better go to work with the rest of us. not want a nest?"
3. “Oh, yes,” answered Madam Sparrow, "I should like to have a nice nest, but I cannot find anything to make it of. I do not want such