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Little bird! you had better let that cannon alone; I am afraid you will soon fall by its side. But what are you firing at? You don't mean to let us see; never mind only be sure that you don't kill yourself, nor any body else.

Can it be that you are doing all that for play? If so, you must be very fond of fire works. But you hardly look cross enough to kill any body.

If you do such a thing, you know what must be done; you will either be hung, or put in prison for life: but they don't hang much, now a days; so, perhaps, they will only shut you up.

Little bird, little bird, what are you doing? "Firing my cannon, to kill Robin Redbreast;"

Naughty bird, naughty bird, why will you do it? "Because he has stolen the eggs from my nest."



What is that? A bird's funeral? So it seems, for the bird in the wheelbarrow certainly appears to be dead, and another one is wheeling him to the grave; or perhaps he found him dead, and is going now to carry him home. But what is that bird, with a cap on, doing? Did he shoot the poor bird? He has a gun; but I should hardly think he would follow his neighbor to the grave, if he was his murderer.

Tell me, children, if you can, how it was, and who did it, for it looks like a sad affair. Do people ever get into such kinds of trouble? They often die, and too often kill each other. Learn a lesson from this, never to get angry, lest you some day kill your fellow creature.



Little Amelia was told, one beautiful spring morning, that she might take her bird into the yard. She had not been out of doors for a long time, so that she was very much delighted with the prospect of playing freely in the open air. She had no brother, or sisters, but she loved this bird almost as well as herself, and never seemed to be lonely with his company. She carried her little round table out upon the green, and placed the cage upon it, so that little Jess might breathe the fresh air, and see the sunshine and flowers once more.

See her stretching out her hand to feed it; then she will bound away to the other end of the yard; the more she frolics, the louder will Jess sing. So they will both enjoy themselves in the bright sunshine, till school begins.



But, what kind of a horse is that? Oh! it is a dog! Just hear Fred talk to him. Go along, Bright, he says.

Bright must be a smart dog, to carry a boy six years old, all over the farm. Freddy's father owns that house. You see a large green in front a fine playground for Fred. He ought to be a very grateful boy, to have so nice a home.

Just see how steadily Bright carries him along, in his fine carriage. That was a present from his father.

I hope Fred will always be a good boy; and that, when he grows older, he will be able to repay his father for all these good things. Little boys should always remember how much they owe to their parents, and try to please them in every thing.



Speak, if you want it; you won't get it till you do. Why don't you mind me? Speak , I say. So said Joseph Mecklem to his dog, which he keeps all the while chained to his kennel. Growler is a fine hunter, and a good watch dog. His master is giving him lessons every day; he calls them his eating and talking lessons.

Growler seems to be very happy, though he is kept close. He barks and growls, in the night, at every little noise he hears, and will not allow any body to come near the house. Strange that Growler can be so contented; he is better than some boys, who cry because they have to sit still, on a bench, a few hours every day, to study... Continue reading book >>

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