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Before parting, Stuart said to his companions: “Gentlemen, you will find that all I have said of my various employments is comprised in these few words — I am a portrait painter!
“If you will call at John Palmer's, York Buildings, London, I shall be pleased to brush your coat or hat, dress your hair, supply you, if need be, with a wig of any fashion or dimensions, accommodate you with boots or shoes, give you ruffles or a cravat, and make faces for you.”
Valet (vál’ět or válá): a man who is a body servant to a gentleman.
When and where did Gilbert Stuart live?
What president of the United States sat for Stuart to paint his portrait? Describe this portrait.
If Stuart had been a teacher, how might he have answered his questions? If he had been a lawyer, how might he have. answered ?
THE GLADNESS OF NATURE.
When our Mother Nature laughs around;
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
- William Cullen Bryant.
Name the authors of “The Magic Swan,” “To a Mountain Daisy,” and “Little Brown Hands.”
Tell the story of “Paid in His Own Coin.”
• Name two stories which teach us to be kind to animals.
In what country did Andrew Lang live?
Why were so many kind to Peter, as told in “The Magic Swan”?
Who was Gilbert Stuart ?
Tell some of the things that the “Little Brown Hands” do?
What is meant by the “Fairy barks that have drifted to land”?
What is meant by the last four lines in the poem, “Little Brown Hands” ?
What is the meaning of each of the following words: Valet, dismal, beguiled, plight, palette, mechanic, pomatumed, inferred, adjust, poultry, meditate, perilous, caliph, demean, punctuality, provision ?
Who does the best his circumstances allow,
THE BOY WHO WOULD NOT BE A SILENT LIAR.
Frank Chase was a boy who had never had much chance to go to school; hence, he was behind the other boys in all his studies except writing. Frank was ready with his pen.
There were prizes given in Frank's school, and he was anxious to merit one of them. As he had no hope of excelling in anything but writing, he made up his mind to try for the writing prize with all his might. He tried so hard, and succeeded so well, that his copy-book would have done honor to a boy twice his age.
When the prizes were awarded, the chairman of the committee held up two copy-books, and said:
“It would be difficult to say which of these two copybooks is the better, were it not for one copy in Frank's which is not only superior to Henry's, but to every other copy in the same book.”
Frank’s heart beat high with hope, which was not unmixed with fear. Blushing to his temples, he said: “Please, sir, may I see that copy?”
“Certainly,” replied the chairman, looking somewhat
Frank glanced at the copy, and then handing back the book, said: “Please, sir, that is not my writing. It was written by an upper class boy, who took my book instead of his own, one day, by mistake.'
“Oh, ho!” said the chairman, “that may alter the
The two books went back to the committee, who, after comparing them carefully, awarded the prize to Henry.
Frank was disappointed. The boys laughed at him. Said one very rude boy: “You were a foolish boy to say anything about that mistake!” '
“I wouldn't have told!” cried another boy.
“Nor 1,” added a third boy, laughing. “The copy was in your book, and you had a right to enjoy the benefit of it. I tell you, it doesn't pay, Frank, to be so good as that."
But in spite of all they said, Frank felt that he was right. “It would not have been the truth,” he replied, “if I had not told them who wrote the copy. I would rather never have a prize than get it by claiming the work of some one else."
“Hurrah for Frank!” “Three cheers for Frank!” shouted most of the boys; and Frank went home to his work feeling happier than he could have done if, by means of a silent lie, he had won the prize.
You see that, if Frank had kept quiet, he would have told a silent lie. His silence would have given the committee a wrong impression, and he would have cheated Henry out of the prize. Now that you know what a silent lie is, I · hope you will resolve never to be guilty of silent lying. Hold fast to the truth!
Think the thoughts of the wise and speak the language of the simple.
ALFRED TENNYSON (1809-1892) was born at Somersby, in Lincolnshire, England. He is one of the greatest, if not the greatest, poet of modern times.
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Wind of the western sea!
Blow him again to me;
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to thee soon;
Under the silver moon:
Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;