“Jump up Johnny,” said his mother. “It is seven o’clock, and breakfast will be ready soon. The sun was up half-an-hour ago. The birds are singing, and the sky is bright.” John sprang out of bed at once, and was soon washed. Then he put on his clothes, and brushed his hair.
He went down stairs looking as neat as a new pin.
As he was going to school that day, he saw a poor woman with a baby in her arms. She sat on a door-step, and was pale and hungry. John put his hand into his pocket, took some money out, and gave it to her. She thanked him.
John then went to school, where he said his lesson; when school was done, he played at ball till dinner-time.
A.B.C.
THE FIRST ATTEMPT.
Alfred has drawn a great many straight lines and houses and dogs and cats; but this is the first time he has tried to draw a man. The profile suits him very well. There are nose and mouth and eyes, that cannot be mistaken. The hair, too, and the hat, are brought out with a strong hand. All that is wanting now is the color; and this Alfred is putting on. His paints are mixed on a broken plate, and he will soon give his man a bright red cheek.
THE CATARACT OF LODORE.
DESCRIBED IN RHYMES FOR THE NURSERY BY ROBERT SOUTHEY.[A]
“How does
the Water
Come down at Lodore?”
My little boy asked me
Thus, once on
a time;
And moreover he tasked me
To tell him in
rhyme.
Anon
at the word,
There first came one daughter,
And then came
another,
To
second and third
The request of
their brother,
And to hear how the Water
Comes down at
Lodore,
With its rush
and its roar,
As
many a time
They had seen
it before:
So I told them
in rhyme,
For of rhymes I had store.
From its sources
which well
In the tarn on
the fell,
From
its fountains
In
the mountains,
Its
rills and its gills,
Through moss, and through
brake,
It
runs and it creeps
For
a while, till it sleeps
In its own little
lake;
And
thence at departing,
Awakening
and starting,
It runs through
the reeds,
And away it proceeds
Through
meadow and glade,
In
sun and in shade,
And through the
wood-shelter,
Among
crags in its flurry,
Helter-skelter,
Hurry-scurry.
Here
it comes sparkling,
And
there it lies darkling;
Now
smoking and frothing
Its
tumult and wrath in,
Till
in this rapid race
On
which it is bent,
It
reaches the place
Of
its steep descent.