قراءة كتاب The Nursery, No. 169, January, 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

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The Nursery, No. 169, January, 1881, Vol. XXIX
A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

The Nursery, No. 169, January, 1881, Vol. XXIX A Monthly Magazine for Youngest Readers

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children three,
I laugh and I talk
For the whole family.

But I know when they're glad,—
Mothers always can tell,—
And I'm sad when they're sad,
For I love them so well!
There's Ruth (her arm's broken!)
And Jane and Annette,
They never have spoken
Or laughed even, yet;
Whenever we walk,
Though they're still as can be,
I can easily talk
Quite enough for the three.

W.G.


BABY AND THE BIRD.

Baby and the bird

Baby is looking out of the window. Jane is holding him up so that he will not fall out. What does he see that makes him jump up and down with joy?

He sees a dear little bird. It has come for its daily meal of seed and crumbs. It is not afraid of baby? Why should it be? How could any bird be afraid of such a dear child?

When the bird has had its dinner, I think it will sing.

A.B.C.


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A NEW YEAR'S DIALOGUE.

HARRY.

Loud from the north the wild wind blows;
It sweeps the blue sky clear,
And parts, amid the drifting snows,
The path of the New Year;
The glad New Year that always brings
So many bright delightful things,
Gay holidays and merry plays,
And loving wishes from our friends.
A "Happy New Year" let us make,
And keep it "happy" till it ends.
By trying every day to see
What good, good children we can be.

KATE.

Last year, when any thing went wrong,
I used to fret the whole day long,
And sometimes sob and cry aloud,
Dark-looking as a thunder-cloud;
But, even in a gloomy place,
I now must keep a sunny face;
For, all this year, I mean to see
How bright and cheerful I can be.

MARY.

Last year, the flitting butterfly
Was not so idle as was I;
I liked my sports and frolic well,
But would not learn to read and spell:
Now I must change my ways at once,
Or I shall surely be a dunce.
This glad New Year that has begun,
Must leave me wiser when 'tis done.

JAMES.

Last year, my temper was so quick,
My angry words came fast and thick,
And brother Tom I'd scold and strike
When he did what I did not like.
I am so sorry! Loving words
Are sweeter than the song of birds;
And, all this year, I mean to see
If I a gentle child can be.

ALL. (Four or more.)

The past is past; the year is new:
We will be patient, brave, and true;
When we are bidden, quick to mind;
Unselfish, courteous, and kind;
And try in every place to see
What good, good children we can be.

MARIAN DOUGLAS.

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The sheep follow the shepherd. The sheep follow the shepherd.

THE SHEEP FOLLOW THE SHEPHERD.


he tenth chapter of St. John says, "He calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. He goeth before them, and the sheep follow him; for they know his voice. And a stranger will they not follow, but will flee from him; for they know not the voice of strangers."

But may it not be the form or dress of the shepherd that the sheep know, and follow him? To test this, a traveller, who had put the question, once exchanged dresses with a shepherd, and went amongst the sheep.

The traveller in the shepherd's dress called the sheep, and tried to lead them; but "they knew not his voice," and did not move. But when the shepherd called them, though he was in the traveller's dress, they ran at once to him, thus proving that it was the voice that led them.

I have a dog that will sometimes bark at me when I put on an overcoat which he has not seen me wear before. But, the moment he hears my voice, he seems ashamed of not having known me, and will whine, as if he would say, "Pardon me, good master. It was very stupid in me not to know you. It was your coat I did not know. I will try to be wiser the next time."

DORA BURNSIDE


"A FRIEND IN NEED."


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