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THIRTY-SEVENTH READING LESSON. HOW MY ENVY PUNISHED ME. DGAR SNELL and myself I drew the dirty little piece of used to sit on the same bench faded calico from my pocket, and in the school-room. Though threw it upon the floor. Edgar
we did not hate each other, seized it at once, and to my still we often got into difficulty.
greater envy now put them both in Hany were the scratches, the his pocket. bites, and the pinches I gave Edgar; | Then I drew up my foot and and many were the same I got from kicked at him ; but the effort was
too great; I not only missed him One day Edgar found a piece of but lost my balance, and down upon blue calico at the door, and brought | the floor I went. it into school. He showed it to me, | Then Edgar laughed, and the and I rudely snatched it from him. whole school laughed. Our teacher
Then he pinched and pounded my came up and asked me if “the hand sadly, but I held fast, and gentleman would like any assistance soon he began to cry.
in getting up.” Miss Stowell, our teacher, loved I sprang up and took my seat in us both, and was very kind to us. great haste. Then our teacher said Hearing Edgar cry, she came up to she was sorry I had been so unus, asking him what was the matter. fortunate.
He whined out his trouble, after ! I think I never felt so ashamed which she went to the desk, took | in all my life. I tried to cover my her work-basket, picked from it a face with my hands. piece of beautiful bright calico, and I felt that I had been very foolish, with her scissors cut off a large and done wrong. corner and gave it to Edgar.
When I got up to spell, almost Edgar dried up his tears, and the first word that came to me was -began to hold it up in my sight. calico; and to my increased mortiAs for me, I was ready to burst with fication I missed the word, and Edenvy. I attempted, at first, to snatch | gar spelled it and went above me. it from him, but he was too quick This was a severe punishment for for me this time.
| me, but I felt that I deserved it all. Never speak but when you have something good to ask or to say.
FORTIETH READING LESSON.
BEGUN, BUT NOT FINISHED. TOW, my dear Ellen, bring me | felt that her promises were of little SEVA the nice netted scarf which you value. This habit, of leaving in an
have been preparing for your unfinished state almost every thing
mother. How comfortable it which she commenced, was a sad drawwill be to-day, as I have to ride in the back upon her otherwise amiable and storm to see your sick grandmother, excellent character. especially as I am suffering from a sore She had much benevolence of feelthroat."
ing, and was naturally industrious and “I am sorry, mother, but it is anxious to render herself useful to not quite finished,” responded Ellen, others; but she had not the patient colouring.
perseverance to prosecute an under“ Not finished, Ellen; why, you told taking to its full completion, especially me, three days ago, that half an hour's if it was beset with some difficulties. work would complete it; and, certainly, Thus it was with Ellen in every you have had many half hours since." thing to which she turned her attention.
6 Well, mother, I must acknowledge She was not satisfied to complete even that the reason why I have put it off a branch of study, and if she did, it is, that there was so little to do on it, was in so careless a manner, that she I thought I could finish it at any time.” | wholly lost her character as a thorough
66 Well, it matters not to-day whe scholar. ther there is half an hour or five hours' This unfortunate habit of beginning work upon it; it is unfinished, and I and not finishing so many things, which, must do without it. But, my dear had they been completed, would have child, do you expect ever to overcome been creditable to her, and useful to your prevailing fault, that of leaving others, was a source of great annoyance unfinished almost everything you and anxiety to her mother, a vexation commence ?
to herself, and injury to others. But Ellen made no reply, for she had I hope she overcame this bad habit, for been so often reproved for this fault, | without it she would have been loved that apologies were exhausted, and she by all.
There is no road to wealth so certain as economy.