THE WHITE DOG.
Fanny had a pretty little dog, and she loved it very much; and the little dog loved Fanny. It was a white dog, and she called it Lily. One day her brother Frank, who was a wild and a naughty boy, caught Lily, and blacked him all over: I do not know how.
Poor Fanny cried sadly, and thought her dog was lost; for she did not know him again in his black coat. But when the called him, he knew her voice, and ran to him, barking for joy.
Papa was very angry with Frank, and made him wash Lily himself, and he was a white dog again.
THE HORSE IN THE POUND.
Poor horse! he is in the pound, because he broke into a field that did not belong to his master.
Little Tom was passing that way, and was very sorry for the poor horse, andwent and gathered him some grass from the hedge, because the horse could not get to it himself; and he fed him through the rails.
Soon after, the owner of the horse came to take him out of the pound; and when he saw little Tom feeding the poor dumb beast, he said, "You are a kind little boy, and I will give you a ride home on horseback." So the man took him before him, and little Tom had a fine ride home.
THE PICTURE.
What a large picture that is! What is the name of that great beast with a great head?
It is a lion.
He looks very angry. I would rather see a lion in a picture, than a real lion.
What a pretty picture is here! It is like mamma; but I would rather see my real mamma, than mamma in a picture.
THE BEE.
Will George have some bread and honey?
Yes, nurse; pray give me some. It is very good. Oh! go away, you great ugly fly.
You may thank that ugly fly, George, for your honey. That fly is a bee. Take care that he does not sting you.
Will he eat some of my honey?
No, George; but I will open the window and let him fly out. There he goes to a bed of flowers. He will suck the juice out of the flowers, and make himself some honey.
THE ROBIN.
Come, little Robin, and I will give you your breakfast. There are some crumbs of bread for you.
Have you done? Now sing me a song.
The robin flew back out at the window, and perched on an apple-tree, and sung a sweet song.
Come hither, Emma, said mamma, and I will give you your breakfast. There are some bread and milk for you.
Have you done? Then learn your lesson. But Emma was sulky, and did not obey.
The robin did as he was bid, and was a good bird. But Emma was a naughty girl. At last she was ashamed of herself, and did learn her lesson.
THE CHERRY-TREE.
Oh! pretty white flowers upon the tree. Do, papa, pull down the boughs, and gather me a nosegay. Gather all the flowers upon the tree.
If I do, said papa, you will have no cherries. Those flowers are called blossoms, and will, in time, turn into cherries.
A few weeks after, little William looked up at the tree, and all the white flowers were turned into fine red cherries. Papa pulled down a bough gently, and picked him some, which made the little boy very happy.
THE LAMBS.
Look at the pretty lambs, how fast they run! There they go; one, two, three, four, five, six, all running up and down the green hillock. I believe they are running a race. Now they stop to play, and they butt with their little heads.
Hark! the sheep bleat; and each little lamb runs to his own mother, and takes a suck of milk from her. The lamb comes when he is called. It would be a good thing if little boys and girls would always come when they are called, and mind their mother'
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