Another gentleman, Sir Charles Jones, having heard of Margery’s good sense, offered her a home if she would teach his daughter. In fact he finally fell in love with Margery, and they were married in the great church. And what do you think! On her wedding day, while the bells were ringing, Margery’s brother Tommy came home. He had become the captain of a great ship. He had sailed to many lands, and he brought her all kinds of presents. Do you think she deserved to be very happy?
She did not forget the children, you may be sure. A house in the village was fitted up as a school, and all the boys and girls were taught to read and write.
Ascribed to GOLDSMITH
ONE STEP AND THEN ANOTHER
One step and then another,
And the longest
walk is ended;
One stitch and then another,
And the largest
rent is mended.
One brick upon another,
And the highest
wall is made;
One flake upon another,
And the deepest
snow is laid.
ANONYMOUS
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GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING
curious neighed curtsied
A fair little girl sat under
a tree,
Sewing as long as her eyes
could see;
Then smoothed her work and
folded it right,
And said, “Dear work,
good night, good night!”
Such a number of rooks came
over her head,
Crying “Caw, caw!”
on their way to bed.
She said, as she watched their
curious flight,
“Little black things,
good night, good night!”
The horses neighed, and the
oxen lowed,
The sheep’s “bleat,
bleat!” came over the road;
All seeming to say, with a
quiet delight,
“Good little girl, good
night, good night!”
She did not say to the sun,
“Good night!”
Though she saw him there like
a ball of light,
For she knew he had God’s
time to keep
All over the world, and never
could sleep.
The tall pink foxglove bowed
his head;
The violets curtsied and went
to bed;
And good little Lucy tied
up her hair,
And said, on her knees, her
favorite prayer.
And while on her pillow she
softly lay,
She knew nothing more till
again it was day;
And all things said to the
beautiful sun,
“Good morning, good
morning! our work is begun.”
LORD HOUGHTON
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DAVID AND GOLIATH—I
Philistines guarding Goliath
Long, long ago there lived, in the country of Israel a boy named David.
He was a shepherd boy, and all day long he watched the quiet sheep as they ate sweet grass on the hillside.
Although David was only a boy, he was tall and strong and brave.
When he knew he was in the right, he feared nothing.