"Wake from your slumbers,
Summon your powers,
Put forth your tendrils:
They're coming-the flowers."

MARY MAPES DODGE.

LESSON XXIII.

The names of ten insects.

LESSON XXIV.

Ten places to which you have been.

LESSON XXV.

Ten places to which you would like to go.

LESSON XXVII.

Review. Does the brooklet laugh? Does it make a noise that sounds like a laugh? How does it make a noise? What becomes of the insects in the winter? What are tendrils, and of what use are they to the vines? What can you say of the author of this piece?

When the glorious sun is set,
When the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

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.

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

LESSON XXIX.

Five objects that are round, and five that are square.

LESSON XXX.

Five objects that are straight, and five that are crooked.

LESSON XXXI.

Five objects that are hard, and five that are soft.

LESSON XXXII.

Ten objects that are bright.

LESSON XXXIII.

How far off are the

Review.-What does twinkle mean?

stars? Why do we not see the stars in the day-time? How large are the stars?

THE BUSY BEE.

How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell,
How neatly spreads her wax,

And labors hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes!

In works of labor or of skill

I would be busy too;

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

In books or work or healthful play
Let my first years be passed,
That I may give for every day
Some good account at last.

ISAAC WATTS.

LESSON XXXIV.

Five objects that are dry, and five that are moist.

LESSON XXXV.

Five objects that are cold, and five that are hot.

LESSON XXXVI.

Ten objects that are in the picture on this page.

HYMN OF A CHILD.

Loving Jesus, meek and mild,
Look upon a little child;
Make me gentle as thou art,
Come and live within my heart.

Take my childish hand in thine,
Guide these little feet of mine;
So shall all my happy days.
Sing their pleasant song of praise,
And the world shall always see
Christ, the holy Child, in me.