HERE is a fine horse, just gone out to grass. How high he holds his head! How can they catch the horse when they want to ride him? Were we to try to run up to him, he would fly off to the end of the field, and be out of our reach.

But I will tell you how they would do it. A man would take a sieve full of corn, and go near to the horse; and then he would shake the sieve, and say, Come, come, come.

And when the horse saw the corn, he would want to eat some; and then, as he put his head down to eat out of the sieve,

the man would slip a rope round his neck, and then he would be caught.

But the horse need not fear to be caught. He will be led to a warm barn, and will have a good bed of straw to lie on, and be well fed with nice hay and corn.

LESSON XX.

The Walk.

Ir is a fine day; let us walk out. What a blue sky! not a cloud to be seen. Shall we go to the fields or the park? Shall we walk on the plain, or the hill? Let us go up to the farm yard.

Now, James, what a fine view we have! The sheep feed on the high hills; the lambs frisk near their dams; the cow lows for her lost calf; the horse neighs when led to the field.

See, the

The young birds hop on the spray; the ducks swim in the great pond. flies play on the clear stream. runs over the smooth stones. go too near the pond.

The stream James, do not

Do not run in the high grass, nor sit down on the cold ground. See, the sun now sets

in the west. He shines on the top of the

spire, and gilds the tops of the high trees.

Girl. OH,

LESSON XXI.

The Wet Bee.

Он, look at this poor bee on the fence! It is hurt, but it is not dead, for it moves, but I do not think it can fly. What do you think ails it?

Mother. That poor bee came out of his hive, when he should have staid at home in it. The sun shone warm; but soon a cloud came, and it grew cold, and the rain fell, and made the bee wet, and so weak that he could not get back to his hive, which is a great way off. So he stops here till the

sun shall shine out.

Girl.

But if the sun should not come out to day, what can the poor bee do then? Mother. Why, then, Ann, I fear the poor thing will die, for it is quite weak.

Girl. But can we not help it, and take it back to its warm hive?

Mother. No, we can do it no good at all, for we do not know which is its own hive; and if we were to put it in the wrong one,

the bees there would soon kill it; for bees fight. You must mind how you touch bees, for they have sharp stings; and if they fear that you will hurt them, they can sting you; which would give you much pain.

Girl. I should not like that at all, and so I will not touch them; but I wish I could help this poor bee to its home, for I think it will die here.

Mother. You are a good child; but you must leave it now, for you can do it no good. I hope the sun will come out, so that all these poor bees can reach their hives. Come, now we will go.

LESSON XXII.

Autumn.

SEE, the trees bend with ripe fruits. The wheat looks bright like gold. The ears are now ripe on the stem; they bend down the tall stalk. The ears are now full of ripe wheat.

The men now reap the high grain; then they tie it up in large heaps. See the sheaves, how thick they stand; the team goes home with the load. The poor come and glean in the fields.

See the stacks in the farm yard.

The large barns are full of grain. The soft moss is spread on the bank. Let us sit down near the stream. The woods ring with the voice

of joy.

do

You do not read well to day. If If you not try to read, you will be a dunce, and no one will love you or care much for you.

Bring me your book, that I may mark your place now go and sit down on that seat; but you need not get too near the door, as you may take cold.