35. Robert answered, "I suppose the dog must have done it."

36. "Did you see him do it?" said his mother, 37. "Yes," said this wicked boy.

38. "Trusty, Trusty," said his mother, turning round; and Trusty, who was lying before the fire, drying his legs, which were wet with milk, jumped up and came to her.

39. Then she said, "Fie! fie! Trusty!" and she pointed to the milk,-" Go get a switch out of the garden, Robert; Trusty must be whipped for this."

40. Robert ran for the switch, and in the garden he met his brother: he stopped him, and told him, in a great hurry, all that he had said to his mother and he begged of him not to tell the truth, but to say the same he had done.

41. "No, I will not tell a lie," said Frank. "What! and is Trusty to be whipped! He did not break the bowl, and he shan't be whipped for it-Let me go to my mother.

42. They both ran towards the house. Robert got in first. He locked the door, that Frank might not come in, and gave the switch to his mother.

43. Poor Trusty! he looked up as the switch was lifted over his head! but he could not speak, to tell the truth. Just as the blow was falling upon him, Frank's voice was heard at the window.

44. "Stop, stop! dear mother, stop!" cried he, as loud as ever he could call; Trusty did not

do it let me in-Robert and I did it—but do not beat Robert."

45. "Let us in, let us in," cried another voice, which Robert knew to be his father's, "I am just come from work, and here's the door locked."

46. Robert turned as pale as ashes when he heard his father's voice; for his father always whipped him, when he told a lie.

47. His mother went to the door and unlocked it.

48. "What's all this?" cried his father, as he came in; so his mother told him all that had happened; how the milk had been thrown down; how she had asked Robert whether he had done it; and he said that he had not, and that Frank had not done it, but that Trusty, the dog, had done it; how she was just going to whip Trusty when Frank came to the window and told the truth.

49. "Where is the switch with which you were going to whip Trusty?" said the father.

50. Then Robert, who saw by his father's looks that he was going to whip him, fell upon his knees, saying, "Forgive me this time, and I will never tell a lie again."

51. But his father caught hold of him by the arm-"I will whip you now," said he, "and then I hope you will not." So Robert was

whipped, till he cried with pain.

52. "There," said his father, when he had done, "now go to bed; you are to have no milk

to-night, and you have been whipped. See how liars are served!"

53. Then turning to Frank, "Come here and shake hands with me, Frank; you will have no milk for supper; but that does not signify you have told the truth, and have not been whipped, and every body is pleased with you.

54. "And now I'll tell you what I will do for you-I will give you the little dog Trusty to be your own dog.

55. “You shall feed him and take care of him, and he shall be your dog; you have saved him a whipping; and I'll answer for it, you'll be a good master to him. Trusty, Trusty, come here."

56. Trusty came; then Frank's father took off Trusty's collar-" To-morrow I'll go to the brazier's," added he, "and get a new collar. From this day forward he shall always be your dog."

LESSON XXXIX.

THE STAR.

1. TWINKLE twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you àre!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

2. When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

3. Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

4. In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

5. As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark-
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

LESSON XL.

THE BEGGAR.

1. I SEE an old man sitting there
His wither'd limbs are almost bare,
And very hoary is his hair.

2. Old man, why are you sitting so
For very cold the wind does* blow,
Why don't you to your cottage go?

3. Ah, children! in the world so wide,
I have no home wherein to hide,
No social friends, no warm fireside!

4. When I, like you, was young and gay, I'll tell you what I us'd to say, “That I would nothing do but play."

5. And so instead of being taught Some useful business as I ought, To play about was all I sought.

6. And now, when I am old and gray, I wander on my lonely way,

And beg my bread from day to day.

7. But oft I shake my hoary head, And many a bitter tear I shed, To think the useless life I've led.

* duz.

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