LESSON 1.- WORD STUDY.

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WHAT THE WINDS BRING.

Which is the wind that brings the cold?
The North Wind, Freddy, and all the snow;
And the sheep will scamper into the fold
When the North begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the heat?
The South Wind, Katy; and corn will grow,
And peaches redden for you to eat,

When the South begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the rain?
The East Wind, Arty; and farmers know
That cows come shivering up the lane,
When the East begins to blow.

Which is the wind that brings the flowers?
The West Wind, Bessy; and soft and low
The birdies sing in the summer hours,

When the West begins to blow.

LESSON 2.

Write a sentence telling what each wind brings.

When Robbie was six years old, his aunt took him to Central Park one day.

The park is a very beautiful place. In some parts it is like a flower garden, only a great deal larger than any garden you ever saw.

Some parts are full of trees, and pretty shrubs that bear bright flowers.

Robbie liked very much to look at the flowers. He asked a great many questions about their names. "I do not see what harm there would be in picking a few," he said, “there are so many. Mamma says more flowers grow if we cut them." Still his aunt did not let him pick any.

There were lakes in the park, and snow-white swans were swimming on the clear water.

Robbie and his aunt had a sail in one of the boats such as you see in the picture. Robbie held out his hand with some cake in it, and a swan ate the cake out of his hand.

After the sail they walked across a bridge and saw some deer running about among the trees.

Just then a tall policeman came out from the shade of a great tree. He called to the squirrel, but Bunny did not care to go away from his new friends.

The policeman told them it was a part of his business to watch the squirrel, and not let anyone take it away. He said Bunny would not often go to any one he did not know.

It was Aunt Jenny's voice that made him go to her. He ran up and down her arm, and looked at her in a very cunning way.

"I should like to own so nice a pet," said Robbie. After a while they had to say good bye to the little fellow, for it was time for them to go home. Then the policeman put him into his coat pocket and walked away.

Robbie saw a great many other things in the park; but when he got home he said that what he liked best was the visit with the little squirrel.

A squirrel does make a pretty pet; but I do not think so kind a boy as Robbie would like to shut one up in a cage.

LESSON 2.- LANGUAGE.

Describe a swan.

Describe a squirrel.

Write something this story tells you.

THE SONG OF THE THRUSH.

There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the

tree;

He's singing to me! he's singing to me!

And what does he say, little girl, little boy? "Oh, the world's running over with joy.

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Don't you hear? don't you see?
Hush! look in my tree!

I'm as happy as happy can be.”

And the brown thrush keeps singing, "A nest, do you see?

And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree. Don't meddle, don't touch, little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy.

Now I'm glad! now I'm free!

And I always shall be,

If you never bring sorrow to me."

So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me;

And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy:

Oh, the world's running over with joy!

But long it won't be

Don't you know? don't you see?

Unless we are as good as can be."