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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Story Lessons of Character Building (Morals) and Manners + +Author: Loïs Bates + +Release Date: November 3, 2010 [EBook #34200] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK STORY LESSONS OF CHARACTER BUILDING *** + + + + +Produced by Emmy, Darleen Dove and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<h1>STORY LESSONS<br /><small>ON</small><br />CHARACTER-BUILDING (MORALS)<br /><small>AND</small><br />MANNERS.</h1> + + + + + + + + +<h3>BY</h3> +<h2>LOÏS BATES</h2> + +<div class='center'> +AUTHOR OF "KINDERGARTEN GUIDE," "NEW RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS,"<br /> +"GAMES WITHOUT MUSIC," ETC.<br /> +<br /><br /><br /> +LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.<br /> +39 PATERNOSTER ROW, LONDON<br /> +NEW YORK AND BOMBAY<br /> +1900<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></span></p> + +<h2>PREFACE.</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Although</span> it is admitted by all teachers, in theory at +least, that morals and manners are essential subjects +in the curriculum of life, how very few give them an +appointed place in the school routine. Every other +subject has its special time allotted, but these—the +most important subjects—are left to chance, or taken +up, haphazard, at any time; surely this is wrong.</div> + +<p>Incidents often occur in the school or home life which +afford fitting opportunity for the inculcation of some +special moral truth, but maybe the teacher or mother +has no suitable illustration just at hand, and the occasion +is passed over with a reproof. It is hoped that where +such want is felt this little book may supply the need.</p> + +<p>The stories may be either told or read to the children, +and are as suitable for the home as the school. "The +Fairy Temple" should be read as an introduction +to the Story Lessons, for the <i>teaching</i> of the latter is +based on this introductory fairy tale. If used at home +the blackboard sketch may be written on a slate or slip +of paper. The children will not weary if the stories are +repeated again and again (this at least was the writer's +experience), and they will be eager to pronounce what +is the teaching of the tale. In this way the lessons are +reiterated and enforced. The method is one which the +writer found exceedingly effective during long years of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[vi]</a></span> +experience. Picture-teaching is an ideal way of conveying +truths to children, and these little stories are +intended to be pictures in which the children may see +and contrast the good with the bad, and learn to love +the good. The faults of young children are almost +invariably due either to thoughtlessness or want of +knowledge, and the little ones are delighted to learn +and put into practice the lessons taught in these stories, +which teaching should be applied in the class or home +as occasion arises. <i>E.g.</i>, a child is passing in front of +another without any apology, the teacher says, immediately: +"Remember Minnie, you do not wish to be +rude, like she was" (<a href="#SL_111">Story Lesson 111</a>). Or if a child +omits to say "Thank you," he may be reminded by +asking: "Have you forgotten 'Alec and the Fairies'?" +(<a href="#SL_95">Story Lesson 95</a>). The story lessons should be read +to the children until they become perfectly familiar +with them, so that each may be applied in the manner +indicated.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></span></p> + +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='5'>1.—MORALS.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left' colspan='3'><small>CHAPTER</small></td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>I.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Introductory Story</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>1.</td><td align='left'> The Fairy Temple</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>II.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Obedience</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>2.</td><td align='left'> The Two Voices</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>3.</td><td align='left'> (Why we Should Obey.) The Pilot</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_6">6</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>4.</td><td align='left'> (Why we Should Obey.) The Dog that did not like to be Washed</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_7">7</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>5.</td><td align='left'> (Ready Obedience.) Robert and the Marbles</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>6.</td><td align='left'> (Unready, Sulky Obedience.) Jimmy and the Overcoat</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>III.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Loyalty</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>7.</td><td align='left'> Rowland and the Apple Tart</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Truthfulness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>8.</td><td align='left'> (Direct Untruth.) Lucy and the Jug of Milk</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>9.</td><td align='left'> (Untruth, by not Speaking.) Mabel and Fritz</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>10.</td><td align='left'> (Untruth, by not Telling <i>All</i>.) A Game of Cricket</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>11.</td><td align='left'> (Untruth, by "Stretching"—Exaggeration.) The Three Feathers</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>V.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Honesty</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>12.</td><td align='left'> Lulu and the Pretty Coloured Wool</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>13.</td><td align='left'> (Taking Little Things.) Carl and the Lump of Sugar</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>14.</td><td align='left'> (Taking Little Things.) Lilie and the Scent</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>15.</td><td align='left'> Copying</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>16.</td><td align='left'> On Finding Things</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Kindness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>17.</td><td align='left'> Squeaking Wheels</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>18.</td><td align='left'> Birds and Trees</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>19.</td><td align='left'> Flowers and Bees</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>20.</td><td align='left'> Lulu and the Bundle</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Thoughtfulness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>21.</td><td align='left'> Baby Elsie and the Stool</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>22.</td><td align='left'> The Thoughtful Soldier</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>VIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Help One Another</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>23.</td><td align='left'> The Cat and the Parrot</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>24.</td><td align='left'> The Two Monkeys</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>25.</td><td align='left'> The Wounded Bird</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>IX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Brave</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>26.</td><td align='left'> (Brave in Danger.) How Leonard Saved his Little Brother</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>27.</td><td align='left'> (Brave in Little Things.) The Twins</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>28.</td><td align='left'> (Brave in Suffering.) The Broken Arm</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>29.</td><td align='left'> (Brave in Suffering.) The Brave Monkey</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>X.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Try, Try Again</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>30.</td><td align='left'> The Sparrow that would not be Beaten</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>31.</td><td align='left'> The Railway Train</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>32.</td><td align='left'> The Man who Found America</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Patience</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>33.</td><td align='left'> Walter and the Spoilt Page</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>34.</td><td align='left'> The Drawings Eaten by the Rats</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Giving In</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>35.</td><td align='left'> Playing at Shop</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>36.</td><td align='left'> The Two Goats</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Generous</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>37.</td><td align='left'> Lilie and the Beggar Girl</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>38.</td><td align='left'> Bertie and the Porridge</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Forgiveness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>39.</td><td align='left'> The Two Dogs</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Good for Evil</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>40.</td><td align='left'> The Blotted Copy-book</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Gentleness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>41.</td><td align='left'> The Horse and the Child</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>42.</td><td align='left'> The Overturned Fruit Stall</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Grateful</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>43.</td><td align='left'> Rose and her Birthday Present</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>44.</td><td align='left'> The Boy who <i>was</i> Grateful</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Self-help</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>45.</td><td align='left'> The Crow and the Pitcher</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Content</span>—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>46.</td><td align='left'> Harold and the Blind Man</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Tidiness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>47.</td><td align='left'> The Slovenly Boy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>48.</td><td align='left'> Pussy and the Knitting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>49.</td><td align='left'> The Packing of the Trunks</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Modesty</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>50.</td><td align='left'> The Violet</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>51.</td><td align='left'> Modesty in Dress</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Giving Pleasure to Others</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>52.</td><td align='left'> "Selfless" and "Thoughtful". A Fairy Tale</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>53.</td><td align='left'> The Bunch of Roses</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>54.</td><td align='left'> Edwin and the Birthday Party</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>55.</td><td align='left'> Davie's Christmas Present</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Cleanliness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>56.</td><td align='left'> Why we Should be Clean</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>57.</td><td align='left'> Little Creatures who like to be Clean</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_62">62</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>58.</td><td align='left'> The Boy who did not like to be Washed</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>59.</td><td align='left'> The Nails and the Teeth</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Pure Language</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>60.</td><td align='left'> Toads and Diamonds. A Fairy Tale</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Punctuality</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>61.</td><td align='left'> Lewis and the School Picnic</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">All Work Honourable</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>62.</td><td align='left'> The Chimney-sweep</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Bad Companions</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>63.</td><td align='left'> Playing with Pitch</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>64.</td><td align='left'> Stealing Strawberries</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_71">71</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Forgetting</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>65.</td><td align='left'> Maggie's Birthday Present</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>66.</td><td align='left'> The Promised Drive</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_74">74</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>67.</td><td align='left'> The Boy who Remembered</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_75">75</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Kindness to Animals</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>68.</td><td align='left'> Lulu and the Sparrow</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>69.</td><td align='left'> Why we Should be Kind to Animals</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>70.</td><td align='left'> The Butterfly</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>71.</td><td align='left'> The Kind-hearted Dog</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_78">78</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Bad Temper</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>72.</td><td align='left'> How Paul was Cured</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>73.</td><td align='left'> The Young Horse</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_80">80</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Selfishness</span>—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[x]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>74.</td><td align='left'> The Child on the Coach</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>75.</td><td align='left'> Edna and the Cherries</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>76.</td><td align='left'> The Boy who liked always to Win</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>77.</td><td align='left'> The two Boxes of Chocolate</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_84">84</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>78.</td><td align='left'> Eva</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_85">85</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Carelessness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>79.</td><td align='left'> The Misfortunes of Elinor</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Obstinate</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>80.</td><td align='left'> How Daisy's Holiday was Spoilt</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Greediness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>81.</td><td align='left'> Stephen and the Buns</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Boasting</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>82.</td><td align='left'> The Stag and his Horns</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Wastefulness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>83.</td><td align='left'> The Little Girl who was Lost</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Laziness</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>84.</td><td align='left'> The Sluggard</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Ashamed</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>85.</td><td align='left'> The Elephant that Stole the Cakes</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XXXIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Ears and No Ears</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>86.</td><td align='left'> Heedless Albert</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>87.</td><td align='left'> Olive and Gertie</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XL.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Eyes and No Eyes</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>88.</td><td align='left'> The Two Brothers</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>89.</td><td align='left'> Ruby and the Wall</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Love of the Beautiful</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>90.</td><td align='left'> The Daisy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Destroying Things</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>91.</td><td align='left'> Beauty and Goodness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Turning Back When Wrong</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>92.</td><td align='left'> The Lost Path</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">One Bad "Stone" may Spoil the "Temple"</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>93.</td><td align='left'> Intemperance</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='5'><br />2.—MANNERS.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Preliminary Story Lesson</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>94.</td><td align='left'> The Watch and its Springs</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Saying "Please" and "Thank You"</span>—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>95.</td><td align='left'> Fairy Tale of Alec and his Toys</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Being Respectful</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>96.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Putting Feet Up</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>97.</td><td align='left'> Alice and the Pink Frock</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>XLIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Banging Doors</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>98.</td><td align='left'> How Maurice came Home from School</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>99.</td><td align='left'> Lulu and the Glass Door</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_111">111</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>L.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Pushing in Front of People</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>100.</td><td align='left'> The Big Boy and the Little Lady</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Keeping to the Right</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>101.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Clumsy People</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>102.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Turning Round When Walking</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>103.</td><td align='left'> The Girl and her Eggs</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Staring</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>104.</td><td align='left'> Ruth and the Window</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Walking Softly</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>105.</td><td align='left'> Florence Nightingale</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Answering when Spoken To</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>106.</td><td align='left'> The Civil Boy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Speaking Loudly</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>107.</td><td align='left'> The Woman who Shouted</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Speaking when Others are Speaking</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>108.</td><td align='left'> Margery and the Picnic</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Look at People when Speaking to Them</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>109.</td><td align='left'> Fred and his Master</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Talking Too Much</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>110.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Going in Front of People</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>111.</td><td align='left'> Minnie and the Book</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>112.</td><td align='left'> The Man and his Luggage</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">When to Say "I Beg Your Pardon"</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>113.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>114.</td><td align='left'> The Lady and the Poor Boy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Raising Cap</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>115.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Offering Seat to Lady</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>116.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Shaking Hands</span>—<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>117.</td><td align='left'> Reggie and the Visitors</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXVI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Knocking Before Entering a Room</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>118.</td><td align='left'> The Boy who Forgot</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXVII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Hanging Hats Up, Etc.</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>119.</td><td align='left'> Careless Percy</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXVIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">How to Offer Sweets, Etc.</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>120.</td><td align='left'> How Baby did it</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXIX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Yawning, Coughing and Sneezing</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>121.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXX.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">How a Slate Should Not be Cleaned</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>122.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXXI.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">The Pocket-handkerchief</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>123.</td><td align='left'> Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXXII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">How to Behave at Table</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>124.</td><td align='left'> (On Sitting Still at Table.) Phil's Disaster</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>125.</td><td align='left'> (On Sitting Still at Table.) Fidgety Katie</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>126.</td><td align='left'> (Thinking of Others at Table.) The Helpful Little Girl</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>127.</td><td align='left'> (Upsetting Things at Table.) Leslie and the Christmas Dinner</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>128.</td><td align='left'> Cherry Stones</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXXIII.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">On Eating and Drinking</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>129.</td><td align='left'> Rhymes</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>130.</td><td align='left'> Rhymes</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_141">141</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'>LXXIV.</td><td align='left' colspan='3'> <span class="smcap">Finale</span>—</td></tr> +<tr><td align='right'> </td><td align='right'>131.</td><td align='left'> How another Queen Builded</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_142">142</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LIST OF SUBJECTS ALPHABETICALLY ARRANGED.</h2> + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Subject contents"> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />1.—MORAL SUBJECTS.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='right'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>All Work Honourable</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_69">69</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ashamed, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Bad Companions</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_70">70</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Boasting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Brave, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_32">32</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Carelessness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cleanliness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Content</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Copying</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Destroying Things, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_100">100</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Ears and no Ears</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_94">94</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Exaggeration</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Eyes and no Eyes</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_97">97</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Fairy Temple</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Finding Things</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgetting</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Forgiveness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Generous, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Gentleness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Giving In, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Giving Pleasure to Others, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Good for Evil</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_43">43</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Grateful, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Greediness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_89">89</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Help one Another</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Honesty</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Another'">another</ins> Queen Builded</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_142">142</a><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[xiv]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Intemperance</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Introductory Story</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kindness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Kindness to Animals</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Laziness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Love of the Beautiful</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Loyalty</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Modesty</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_54">54</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Nails, The</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Obedience</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_4">4</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Obstinate, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Patience</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Punctuality</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_67">67</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pure Language</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_66">66</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Self-Help</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Selfishness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Teeth, The</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_65">65</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thoughtfulness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_27">27</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Tidiness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_50">50</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Truthfulness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Try, Try Again</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_35">35</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turning Back when Wrong</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Wastefulness</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='center' colspan='2'><br />2.—MANNERS.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Answering when Spoken To</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Banging Doors</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Cherry Stones (see "How to Behave at Table")</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Clumsy People</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Coughing</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Eating and Drinking, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_140">140</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Excuse Me, Please (see "Going in Front of People")</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Going in Front of People</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Hanging Hats Up, etc.</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>How to Behave at Table</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"I Beg Your Pardon," When to say</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[xv]</a></span>Keeping to the Right</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Knocking Before Entering a Room</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_130">130</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Look at People when Speaking to Them</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Manners</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Offering Seat to Lady</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_127">127</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Offer Sweets, How to</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Please," On Saying</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pocket-handkerchief, The</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_135">135</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Preliminary Story Lesson</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Pushing in Front of People</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_112">112</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Putting Feet Up</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_109">109</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Raising Cap</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_126">126</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Respectful, On being</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_108">108</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Shaking Hands, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_129">129</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sitting Still at Table, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Sneezing</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Speaking Loudly, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_119">119</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Speaking when Others are Speaking, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_120">120</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Spitting (see "How a Slate Should Not be Cleaned")</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_133">133</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Staring, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_116">116</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Talking Too Much, On</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_122">122</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>"Thank You," On Saying</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Thinking of Others at Table</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_137">137</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Turning Round when Walking</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_115">115</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Upsetting Things at Table (see "Leslie and the Christmas Dinner")</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_138">138</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Walking Softly</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>Yawning</td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_132">132</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + +<h2>1.—MORAL SUBJECTS.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>I. INTRODUCTORY STORY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_1" id="SL_1"></a>1. The Fairy Temple.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>(The following story should be read to the children <b>first</b>, +as it forms a kind of groundwork for the Story Lessons +which follow.)</p></div> + +<p>It was night—a glorious, moonlight night, and in the +shade of the leafy woods the Queen of the fairies was +calling her little people together by the sweet tones of a +tinkling, silver bell. When they were all gathered round, +she said: "My dear children, I am going to do a great work, +and I want you all to help me". At this the fairies spread +their wings and bowed, for they were always ready to do +the bidding of their Queen. They were all dressed in lovely +colours, of a gauzy substance, finer than any silk that ever +was seen, and their names were called after the colours +they wore. The Queen's robe was of purple and gold, and +glittered grandly in the moonlight.</p> + +<p>"I have determined," said the Queen, "to build a Temple +of precious stones, and <b>your</b> work will be to bring me the +material." "Rosy-wings," she continued, turning to a little +fairy clad in delicate pink, and fair as a rose, "you shall +bring rubies." "Grass-green," to a fairy dressed in green, +"your work is to find emeralds; and Shiny-wings, you will +go to the mermaids and ask them to give you pearls."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> + +<p>Now there stood near the Queen six tiny, fairy sisters, +whose robes were whiter and purer than any. The sisters +were all called by the same name—"Crystal-clear," and they +waited to hear what their work was to be.</p> + +<p>"Sisters Crystal-clear," said the Queen, "you shall all of +you bring diamonds; we shall need so many diamonds."</p> + +<p>There was another fairy standing there, whose robe +seemed to change into many colours as it shimmered in +the moonlight, just as you have seen the sky change colour +at sunset, and to her the Queen said, "Rainbow-robe, go +and find the opal".</p> + +<p>Then there were three other fairy sisters called "Gold-wings," +who were always trying to help the other fairies, +and to do good to everybody, and the Queen told them to +bring fine gold to fasten the precious stones together.</p> + +<p>These are not <b>all</b> the fairies who were there; some others +wore blue, some yellow, and the Queen gave them all their +work. Then she rang a tiny, silver bell, and they all spread +their wings and bowed before they flew away to do her +bidding.</p> + +<p>After many days the fairies came together to bring their +precious treasures to the Queen. How they carried them I +scarcely know, but there was a little girl, many years ago, +who often paused at the window of a jeweller's shop to gaze +at a tiny, silver boy, with silver wings, wheeling a silver +wheel-barrow full of rings, and the little girl thought that +perhaps the fairies carried things in the same way. Anyhow, +they all came to the Queen bringing their burdens, and +she soon set to work on the Temple.</p> + +<p>"The foundations must be laid with diamonds," said the +Queen. "Where are the six sisters? Ah! here they come +with the lovely, shining diamonds, which are like themselves, +'clear as crystal'. Now little Gold-wings, bring +<b>your</b> treasure," and the three little sisters brought the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> +finest of gold. So the work went merrily on, and the fairies +danced in glee as they saw the glittering Temple growing +under the clever hands of the Queen. She made the doors +of pearls and the windows of rubies, and the roof she said +should be of opal, because it would show many colours +when the light played upon it.</p> + +<p>At last the lovely building was finished, and after the +fairies had danced joyfully round it in a ring again and +again, until they could dance no longer, they gathered in a +group round the dear Queen, and thanked her for having +made so beautiful a Temple.</p> + +<p>"It is quite the loveliest thing in the world, I am sure," +said Rosy-wings.</p> + +<p>"Not quite," replied the Queen, "mortals have it in their +power to make a lovelier Temple than ours."</p> + +<p>"Who are 'mortals'?" asked Shiny-wings.</p> + +<p>"Boys and girls are mortals," said the Queen, "and +grown-up people also."</p> + +<p>"I have never seen mortals build anything half so pretty +as our Temple," said Grass-green; "their houses are made +of stone and brick."</p> + +<p>"Ah! Grass-green," answered the Queen, smiling, "you +have never seen the Temple I am speaking of, but it <b>is</b> +better than ours, for it lasts—lasts for ever. Wind and +rain, frost and snow, will spoil our Temple in time; but the +Temple of the mortals lives on, and is never destroyed."</p> + +<p>"Do tell us about it, dear Queen," said all the fairies; +"we will try to understand."</p> + +<p>"It is called by rather a long word," said the Queen, +"its name is 'character'; <b>that</b> is what the mortals build, +and the stones they use are more precious than our stones. +I will tell you the names of some of them. First there is +<b>Truth</b>, clear and bright like the diamonds; that must be the +foundation; no good character can be made without Truth."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then the sisters Crystal-clear smiled at each other and +said, "We brought diamonds for truth".</p> + +<p>"There are <b>Honesty</b>, <b>Obedience</b>, and many others," continued +the Queen, "and <b>Kindness</b>, which is like the pure +gold that was brought by Gold-wings, and makes a lovely +setting for all the other stones."</p> + +<p>The little fairies were glad to hear all this about the +Temple which the mortals build, and Gold-wings said that +she would like above everything to be able to help boys and +girls to make their Temple beautiful, and the other fairies +said the same; so the Queen said they all might try to help +them, for each boy and girl <b>must</b> build a Temple, and the +name of that Temple is Character.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>II. OBEDIENCE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>2. The Two Voices.</div> + +<p>There was once a little boy who said that whenever he +was going to do anything wrong he heard two voices speaking +to him. Do you know what he meant? Perhaps this +story will help you.</p> + +<p>The boy's name was Cecil. Cecil's father had a very +beautiful and rare canary, which had been brought far over +the sea as a present to him.</p> + +<p>Cecil often helped to feed the canary and give it fresh +water, and sometimes his father would allow him to open +the door of the cage, and the bird would come out and perch +on his hand, which delighted Cecil very much, but he was +not allowed to open the door of the cage unless his father +was with him.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<p>One day, however, Cecil came to the cage alone, and +while he watched the canary, a little voice said, "Open the +door and take him out; father will never know". That +was a <b>wrong</b> voice, and Cecil tried not to listen. It would +have been better if he had gone away from the cage, but he +did not; and the voice came again, "Open the door and let +him out". And another little voice said, "No, don't; your +father said you must not". But Cecil listened to the <b>wrong</b> +voice; he opened the door gently, and out flew the pretty +bird. First it perched on his finger, then it flew about the +room, and then—Cecil had not noticed that the window was +open—then, before he knew, out of the window flew the +canary, and poor Cecil burst into tears. "Oh! if I had +listened to the <b>good</b> voice, the <b>right</b> voice, and not opened +the door! Father will be so angry." Then the <b>bad</b> voice +came again and said, "Don't tell your father; say you know +nothing about it ". But Cecil did not listen this time; he +was too brave a boy to tell his father a lie, and he determined +to tell the truth and be punished, if necessary.</p> + +<p>Of course his father was very sorry to lose his beautiful +canary, and more sorry still that his little son had been +disobedient, but he was glad that Cecil told him the truth.</p> + +<p>Now do you know the two things that the <b>wrong</b> voice +told Cecil to do? It told him (1) Not to obey; (2) Not to +tell the truth. I think we have all heard those two voices, +not with our ears, but <b>within</b> us. Let us always listen to +the <b>good</b> voice—the <b>right</b> voice.</p> + +<div class='center'><br /><b>(Blackboard Sketch.)</b></div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +Two voices:—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>1st. Good, says, "Obey," "Speak the truth".</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>2nd. Bad, says, "Disobey," "Tell untruth".</b></span><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Why we Should Obey.</span>) +<br /> +<a name="SL_3" id="SL_3"></a>3. The Pilot.</div> + +<p>You know that the country in which you live is an island? +That means there is water all round it, and that water is +the sea.</p> + +<p>England and Scotland are joined together in one large +island; and if you want to go to any other country, you +must sail in a ship. A great many ships come to England, +bringing us tea, coffee, sugar, oranges and many other things, +and the towns they come to are called <b>ports</b>. London is a +port, so is Liverpool; and in the North of England is another +port called Hull. To get to Hull from the sea we +have to sail up a wide river called the Humber for more +than twenty miles. This river has a great many sandbanks +in it, and there are men called <b>pilots</b> who know just where +these sandbanks lie, and they are the ones who can guide +the ships safely into port.</p> + +<p>One day there was a captain who brought his ship into +the river, and said to himself, "I do not want the pilot +on board, I can guide the ship myself". So he did not +hoist the "union jack" on the foremast head, which means +"Pilot come on board"; and the pilot did not come.</p> + +<p>For a little time the good ship sailed along all right, but +presently they found that she was not moving at all. What +had happened? The ship was stuck fast on a sandbank, and +the foolish captain wished now that he had taken the pilot +on board. First he had to go out in the little boat and fetch +a "tug-boat" to pull the ship off the sandbank, and then he +was glad enough to have the pilot on board, and to let him +guide the ship just as he liked. Why could not the captain +guide the ship? Because he did not know the way.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> + +<p>Have you ever known children who did not like to do as +they were told? who thought that <b>they</b> knew best—better +than father or mother? They are like the foolish captain, +who tried to guide his ship when he did not know the way. +Fathers and mothers are like the pilot, who knew which +was the best way to take; and wise children are willing to +be guided, for <b>they</b> do not know the way any more than +the captain did.</p> + +<div class='center'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b></div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<b>Why</b> do we obey?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>Because we do not Know the Way.</b></span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The story and its teaching may be further impressed on the minds +of the children by a sand lesson:—</p> + +<p>Place a blackboard or large piece of oil-cloth on the floor, and make +an "island" in sand, and in the "island" form a large "estuary," +with little heaps of sand dotted about in it, to represent sandbanks. +The sailors cannot <b>see</b> the sandbanks, for they are all covered with +water in the <b>real</b> river, so we will take a duster and spread it over these +sandbanks. Now, take a tiny boat and ask one of the children to sail +it up the river, keeping clear of the sandbanks. The children will soon +see that it cannot be done, and the "blackboard" lesson may be again +enforced.</p></div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Why we Should Obey.</span>)<br /> +<a name="SL_4" id="SL_4"></a>4. The Dog that did not like to be Washed.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></div> + +<p>A lady once had a dog of which she was very fond. The +dog was fond of his mistress also, and loved to romp by her +side when she was out walking, or to lie at her feet as she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> +sat at work. But the dog had one serious fault—he did not +like to be washed, and he was so savage when he <b>was</b> +put into the bath, that at last none of the servants dare +do it.</p> + +<p>The lady decided that she would not take any more notice +of the dog until he was willing to have his bath quietly, so +she did not take him out with her for walks, nor allow him +to come near her in the house. There were no pattings, no +caresses, no romps, and he began to look quite wretched and +miserable. You see the dog did not like his mistress to be +vexed with him, and he felt very unhappy—so unhappy that +at last he could bear it no longer.</p> + +<p>Then one morning he crept quietly up to the lady and +gave her a look which she knew quite well meant, "I cannot +bear this any longer; I will be good".</p> + +<p>So he was put in the bath, and though he had to be +scrubbed very hard—for by this time he was unusually dirty—he +stood still quite patiently, and when it was all over, he +bounded to his mistress with a joyous bark and a wag of the +tail, as much as to say, "It is all right now".</p> + +<p>After this he was allowed to go for walks as usual, and +was once more a happy dog, and he never objected to his +bath afterwards.</p> + +<p>The dog could not bear to grieve his mistress; and how +much more should children be sorry to grieve kind father +and mother, who do so much for them.</p> + +<div class='center'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b></div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<b>Why</b> we obey:—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>1. Because the "Good Voice" tells us.</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>2. Because we do not Know the Way.</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><b>3. Because it gives Pleasure to Father and Mother.</b></span><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Ready Obedience.</span><a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a>)<br /> + +5. Robert and the Marbles.</div> + +<p>A little boy named Robert was having a game at marbles +with a number of other boys, and it had just come his turn +to play. He meant to win, and was carefully aiming the +marble, when he heard his mother's voice calling, "Robert, +I want you". Quick as thought the marbles were dropped +into his pocket, and off he ran to see what mother wanted.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> + + +<b>Robert Obeyed Readily, Cheerfully, Quickly.</b><br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Unready, Sulky Obedience.</span>) +<br /> +<a name="SL_6" id="SL_6"></a>6. Jimmy and the Overcoat.</div> + +<p>I was in a house one day where a boy was getting ready +to go to school. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and +he was just reaching his cap from the peg, when his mother +said, "Put on your overcoat, Jimmy; it is rather cold this +morning". Oh, what a fuss there was! How he argued +with his mother, "It was not cold; he hated overcoats. +Could he not take it over his arm, or put it on in the afternoon?" +Many more objections he made, and when at last +he <b>had</b> put it on, he went out grumbling, and slammed the +door after him.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p> +<p>Can you guess how his mother felt? "Unhappy," you +will say. And do you think it is right, dear children, to +make mother unhappy? I am sure you do not.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Little child with eyes so blue,<br /> +What has mother done for you?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Taught your little feet to stand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Led you gently by the hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in thousand untold ways</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Guarded you through infant days:</span><br /> +Do not think that <b>you</b> know best,<br /> +Just obey, and leave the rest.<br /> +</div> + +<p>You see Jimmy thought that he knew better than his +mother, but he did not. Children need to be guided like the +boat in the Humber (<a href="#SL_3">Story Lesson 3</a>), for they are not very +wise; and when we obey, we are building up our Temple +with beautiful stones.</p> + +<div class='center'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b></div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<b>Two</b> kinds of Obedience:—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><b>1. Ready, Cheerful-Robert.</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 6em;"><b>2. Unready, Sulky-Jimmy.</b></span><br /> +Which do you like best?<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>III. LOYALTY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>7. Rowland and the Apple Tart.</div> + +<p>Perhaps you have never heard the word Loyalty before, +and maybe Rowland had not either, but he knew what it +meant, and tried to practise it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p> + +<p>Rowland was not a very strong little boy, and he could +not eat so many different kinds of food as some children +can, for some of them made him sick. Among other things +he was forbidden to take pastry. His mother, who loved +him very dearly, had one day said to him, "Rowland, my +boy, I cannot always be with you, but I trust you to do +what I wish," and Rowland said he would try always to +remember.</p> + +<p>One time he was invited to go and stay with his cousins, +who lived in a fine old house in the country. They were +strong, healthy, rosy children, quite a contrast to their +delicate little cousin, and perhaps they were a little rough +and rude as well.</p> + +<p>There was a large apple tart for dinner one day, and when +Rowland said, "I do not wish for any, Auntie, thank you," +his cousins looked at him in surprise, and the eldest said +scornfully, "I am glad that <b>I</b> am not delicate," and the next +boy remarked, "What a fad!" while the third muttered +"Baby". This was all very hard to bear, and when his +Aunt said, "I am sure a little will not hurt you," Rowland +felt very much inclined to give in, but he remembered that +his mother trusted him, and he remained true to her wishes.</p> + +<p>This is Loyalty, doing what is right even when there +is no one there to see.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Be True or Loyal when no eyes are upon you.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p> + +<h2>IV. TRUTHFULNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Direct Untruth.</span>) +<br /> +8. Lucy and the Jug of Milk.</div> + +<p>"Lucy," said her mother, "just run to the dairy and +fetch a pint of milk for me, here is the money; and do +remember, child, to look where you are going, so that you +do not stumble and drop the jug." I am afraid Lucy was +a little like another girl you will hear of (<a href="#SL_103">Story Lesson 103</a>); +she was too fond of staring about, and perhaps rather +careless.</p> + +<p>However, she went to the dairy and bought the milk, and +had returned half-way home without any mishap, when she +met a flock of sheep coming down the road, followed by +a large sheep-dog. Lucy stood on the pavement to watch +them pass; it was such fun to see the sheep-dog scamper +from one side to the other, and the timid sheep spring +forward as soon as the dog came near them. So far the +milk was safe; but, after the sheep had passed, Lucy thought +she would just turn round to have one more peep at them, +and oh, dear, her foot tripped against a stone, and down she +fell, milk, and jug, and all, and the jug was smashed to +pieces.</p> + +<p>Lucy was in great trouble, and as she stood there and +looked at the broken jug, and the milk trickling down the +gutter, she cried bitterly.</p> + +<p>A big boy who was passing by at the time, and had seen +the accident, came across the road and said to her: "Don't +cry, little girl, just run home and tell your mother that the +sheep-dog bounced up against you and knocked the jug +out of your hand; then you will not be punished".<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> + +<p>Lucy dried her eyes quickly, and gazed at the boy in +astonishment. "Tell my mother a <b>lie</b>!" said she; "<b>no</b>, +I would rather be punished a dozen times than do so. I +shall tell her the truth," and she walked away home. +Lucy was careless, but she was not untruthful; surely the +boy must have felt ashamed!</p> + +<p>You remember the Fairy Queen said that <b>Truth</b> was +the foundation of our beautiful Temple (<a href="#SL_1">Story Lesson 1</a>), +and the building will all tumble down in ruins if we do not +have a strong foundation, so we must be brave to bear +punishment (as Lucy was) if we deserve it, and be sure to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + + +Tell the Truth Whatever it Costs.</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><span class="smcap">(Untruth, by not Speaking.)</span> +<br /> +9. Mabel and Fritz.</div> + +<p>This is a story of a dear little curly-headed girl called +Mabel, whom everybody loved. She was so bright, and +happy, and good-tempered, one could not help loving her, +and when you looked into her clear, blue eyes, you could +see that she was a frank, truthful child, who had nothing +to hide, for she tried to listen to the Good Voice, and do +what was right.</p> + +<p>One day Mabel was having a romp with her little dog, +Fritz, in the kitchen. Up and down she chased him, and +away he went, jumping over the chairs, hiding under the +dresser, always followed by Mabel, until at last he leaped +on the table, and in trying to make him come down, Mabel +and the dog together overturned a tray full of clean, starched +linen that was on the table. Mabel had been giving Fritz<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +some water to drink a little before this, and in doing so had +spilt a good deal on the floor, so the clean cuffs and collars +rolled over in the wet, and were quite spoiled.</p> + +<p>Mabel's mother happened to come in just when the tray +fell with a bang, and as the dog jumped down from the table +at the same moment she thought he had done it, and Mabel +did not tell that she was in fault, so poor Fritz was chained +up in his kennel, and kept without dinner as a punishment.</p> + +<p>Mabel felt sad about it all the rest of the day, and when +she was put to bed at night, and mamma had left her, she +did not go to sleep as usual, but tossed about on the pillow, +until her little curly head was quite hot and tired. Then +she began to cry. Mabel was listening to the Good Voice +now, and it said, "Oh, Mabel, <b>you</b> helped Fritz to overturn +the tray, and <b>he</b> got all the blame, how mean of you!" +Mabel sobbed louder when she thought of herself as being +mean, and her mother hearing the noise came to see what +was the matter. Then Mabel confessed all, and her mother +said, "Perhaps my little girl did not know that we could be +untruthful <b>by not speaking at all</b>, but you see it is quite +possible".</p> + +<p>I do not think Mabel ever forgot the lesson which she +learnt that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + + +There can be Untruth without Words.</div> + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Untruth, by not Telling All.</span>) +<br /> +10. A Game of Cricket.</div> + +<p>Two boys were playing at bat and ball in a field. There +was a high hedge on one side of the field, and on the other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> +side of the hedge was a market garden, where things are +grown to be afterwards sold in the market. The boys had +been playing some time, when the "batter," giving the ball +a very hard blow, sent it over the hedge, and <b>both</b> the boys +heard a loud crash as of breaking glass. They picked up +the wickets quickly, and carried them, with the bat, to a +hut that stood in the field, and were hurrying away when +the gardener came and stopped them, asking, "Have you +sent a cricket-ball over the hedge into my cucumber frame?" +The boy who had struck the ball answered, "I did not see +a ball go into your frame," and the other boy said, "Neither +did I".</p> + +<p>They did not <b>see</b> the ball break the glass, but they both +<b>knew</b> that it had crashed into the frame, and though the +words they spoke might be true, the lie was there all the +same.</p> + +<p>Supposing the sisters "Crystal-clear" had brought to the +Fairy Queen a diamond that was only good on one side, do +you think she would have put it in the Temple? No, indeed, +she would have said it was only <b>half</b> true; and so we must +put away anything that <b>looks</b> like truth, but is not truth. +How wrong it is to make believe we have not done a thing, +when all the time we have.</p> + +<p>Dear children, be true all through! Have you ever seen +a glass jar of pure honey, no bits of wax floating in it, all +clear and pure? Let your heart be like that, <b>sincere</b>, which +means "without wax, clear and pure".</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +A Half-truth is as Hateful as a Lie.</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Untruth, by "Stretching"—Exaggeration.</span>) +<br /> +<a name="SL_11" id="SL_11"></a>11. The Three Feathers.</div> + +<p>One day three little girls were talking about hats and +feathers.</p> + +<p>The first girl said: "I have such a long feather in my +best hat; it goes all down one side".</p> + +<p>Then the next girl said: "Oh! <b>my</b> feather is longer than +that, for it goes all round the hat"; and the third girl said: +"Ah! but <b>my</b> feather is longer than either of yours, for it +goes round the hat and hangs down behind as well".</p> + +<p>On the next Sunday each of these little girls went walking +in the park with her parents, wearing her best hat with +the wonderful feather; it never occurred to <b>one</b> of them +that she might meet the other two, but that is just what +happened, and the three "long" feathers proved to be +nothing but three <b>short</b>, little feathers, one in each hat! +Can you guess how <b>ashamed</b> each girl felt?</p> + +<p>You have seen a piece of elastic stretched out. How <b>long</b> +you can make it, and how <b>short</b> it goes when you leave off +stretching! Each girl wanted to be better than the other, +and to <b>appear</b> so, each "stretched" the story of her +feather, just as the length of elastic was stretched, forgetting +that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + + +When we "Stretch" a Story, we do not Speak the Truth.</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> + +<h2>V. HONESTY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>12. Lulu and the Pretty Coloured Wool.</div> + +<p>The little children who went to school long years ago +did not have pretty things to play with as you have—no +kindergarten balls with bright colours, nor nice bricks +with which to build houses and churches! There was a +little girl named Lulu who went to a dame's school in +those far-off days, and most of the time she had to sit +knitting a long, grey stocking, though she was only six +years old.</p> + +<p>Some of the older girls were sewing on canvas with +pretty coloured wools, and making (what appeared to +little Lulu) most beautiful pictures. How she longed for +a length of the pink or blue wool to have for her very +own!</p> + +<p>The school was in a room upstairs, and at the head of +the stair there was a window, with a deep window-sill in +front of it. As Lulu came out of the schoolroom one day +to take a message for the teacher, and turned to close +the door after her, she saw (oh, lovely sight!) that the +window-sill was piled up with bundles of the pretty +coloured wool that she liked so much. Oh! how she +wished for a little of it! And, see, there is some rose-pink +wool on the top, cut into lengths ready for the girls +to sew with! It is too much for poor little Lulu; she +draws out one! two! three lengths of the wool, folds it +up hastily, puts it in her pocket, and runs down the stair +on the errand she has been sent.</p> + +<p>But is she happy? Oh, no! for a little Voice says: +"Lulu, you are stealing; the wool is not yours!" For +a few minutes the wool rests in her pocket, and then she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +runs back up the stair; the schoolroom door is still closed +as Lulu draws the wool from her pocket, and gently puts +it back on the window-sill. Then she takes the message +and returns to her place in the schoolroom, and to the +knitting of her long stocking, hot and ashamed at the +thought of what she has done, but glad in her heart that +she listened to the Good Voice, and did not keep the +wool.</p> + +<p>Had any one seen her? Did any one know about it? +Yes, there were loving Eyes watching little Lulu, and the +One who looked down was very glad when she listened +to the Good Voice. Do you know who it was?</p> + +<div class='poem'> +God our Father sees us all,<br /> +Boys and girls, and children small;<br /> +When we listen to His voice,<br /> +Angels in their songs rejoice.<br /> +<br /> +Have <i>you</i> heard that voice, dear child,<br /> +Speaking in you, gentle, mild?<br /> +Always listen and obey,<br /> +For it leads you the right way.<br /> +</div> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + +Do not Take what is not Yours.</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Note.</i>—To the mother or teacher who can read between the lines, +this little story (which is not imaginary, but a true record of fact) +bears another meaning. It shows the child's passionate love for +objects that are pretty, especially coloured objects, and how the +withholding of these may open the way to temptation. Let the +child's natural desire be gratified, and supply to it freely coloured +wools, beads, etc., at the same time teaching the right use of them, +according to kindergarten<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> principles.</p></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Taking Little Things.</span>)<br /> + +13. Carl and the Lump of Sugar.</div> + +<p>There are some people who think that taking <b>little</b> things +is not stealing. But it <b>is</b>.</p> + +<p>There was a little boy, named Carl, who began his +wrong-doing by taking a piece of sugar. Then he took +another piece, and another; but he always did it when his +mother was not looking. We always want to hide the +doing of wrong—we feel so ashamed.</p> + +<p>One day Carl's mother sent him to the shop for something, +and he kept a halfpenny out of the change. His +mother did not notice it; she never thought her little boy +would steal.</p> + +<p>So it went on from bad to worse, until one day he stole +a shilling from a boy in the school, and was expelled.</p> + +<p>As Carl grew older he took larger sums, and you will +not be surprised to hear that in the end he was sent to +prison, and nearly broke his mother's heart.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>14. Lilie and the Scent.</div> + +<p>Lilie's cousin had a bottle of scent given to her, and it +had such a pleasant smell that one day, when Lilie was +alone in the room, she thought she would like a little, so +she unscrewed the stopper, and sprinkled a few drops on +her handkerchief. I do not suppose her cousin would +have been angry if she had known, but Lilie knew the +scent was not hers, and she was miserable the moment +she had taken it, and had no peace until she confessed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> +the fault, and asked her cousin's forgiveness. I wish Carl +had felt like that about the piece of sugar; do not you? +Then he would never have taken the larger things, and +been sent to prison.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Little Wrongs Lead to Greater Wrongs.<br /> +Carl—Sugar—Money—Prison.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>15. Copying.</div> + +<p>It was the Christmas examination at school, and the +boys were all at their desks ready for the questions in +arithmetic. Will Jones's desk was next Tom Hardy's, and +everybody thought that <b>one</b> of these two boys would win +the prize.</p> + +<p>As soon as the questions had been given out, the boys +set to work. Tom did all his sums on a scrap of paper +first, then he copied them out carefully, and, after handing +his paper to the master, left the room. Unfortunately he +left the scrap of paper on which he had worked his sums +lying on the desk. Will snatched it up, and looked to see +if his answers were the same. No! two were different. +Tom's would be sure to be right; so he copied the sums +from Tom's scrap of paper. It was stealing, of course; +just as much stealing as if he had taken Tom's pen or +knife. Besides, it is so mean to let some one else do the +work and then steal it from them—even the <b>birds</b> know +that.</p> + +<p>Some little birds were building themselves a nest, and +to save the trouble of gathering materials, they went and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> +took some twigs and other things from <b>another bird's +nest</b> that was being built. But when the old birds saw +what the little ones had done, they set to work and pulled +the nest all to pieces. That was to teach them to go +and find their <b>own</b> twigs and sticks, and not to steal from +others.</p> + +<p>Of course Will was not happy. There was a little Voice +within that would not let him rest, and when the boys kept +talking about the arithmetic prize, and wondering who would +get it, he felt as though he would like to go and hide somewhere, +he was so ashamed. That is one of the results of +wrong-doing, as we said before—it always makes us +ashamed.</p> + +<p>At last the day came when the master would tell who +were the prize-winners. The boys were all sitting at +their desks listening as the master read out these +words:—</p> + +<p>"Tom Hardy and Will Jones have all their sums right, +but as Will's paper is the neater of the two, <b>he</b> will take +the first prize".</p> + +<p>The boys clapped their hands, but Will was not glad. +The Voice within spoke louder and louder, so loudly that +Will was almost afraid some of the other boys would hear +it, and his face grew red and hot. At last he determined to +obey the Good Voice and tell the truth, so he rose from his +seat, walked up to the master, and said: "Please, sir, the +prize does not belong to me, for I stole two of my answers +from Tom Hardy. I am very sorry."</p> + +<p>The master was greatly surprised, but he could see that +Will was very sorry and unhappy. He held out his hand +to him, and said: "I am glad, Will, that you have been +brave enough to confess this. It will make you far happier +than the prize would have done, seeing that you had not +honestly won it." So the prize went to Tom, and Will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +was never guilty of copying again; he remembered too well +the unhappiness that followed it.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Copying is Stealing. +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>16. On Finding Things.</div> + +<p>When Lulu reached her fifteenth birthday she had a +watch given to her. One afternoon she was walking through +a wood, up a steep and rocky path, and when she reached +the top she stood for a few moments to rest. Looking back +down the wood she saw a boy coming by the same path, and +when about half-way up he stooped down as if to raise something +from the ground, but the thought did not occur to +Lulu that it might be anything belonging to her.</p> + +<p>When she was rested she walked on until she came to a +house just outside the wood, where she was to take tea with +a friend.</p> + +<p>After tea they sat and worked until the sun began to go +down. Then Lulu said, "I think I must be going home; +I will see what time it is," and she was going to take out +her watch, when, alas! she found it was gone. "Oh, dear!" +said she, "what shall I do? How careless of me to put it +in my belt; it was a present from my brother!" Then she +suddenly remembered standing at the top of the path and +seeing the boy pick something up. "That would be my +watch," said she. And so it was.</p> + +<p>The boy had followed her up the wood, and had seen +her go into the house, but he did not give up the watch. +He waited until some bills were posted offering a reward of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +£1, then he brought the watch and took the sovereign. If +he had been an honest boy he would not have waited, but +would have given up the watch at once. We ought not to +wish any reward for doing what is right. It is quite enough +to have the happiness that comes from obeying the Good +Voice. We cannot build up a good character without +honesty.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Do right because you <b>love</b> the right,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And not for hope of gain;</span><br /> +A conscience pure is rich reward,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But doing wrong brings pain.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='blackboard'><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> + + +When you Find Anything, try to Discover the Owner, and give it up at once.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VI. KINDNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>17. Squeaking Wheels.</div> + +<p>A lady was one day taking a walk along a country lane, +and just as she was passing the gate of a field a horse and +cart came out, and went down the road in the same direction +as she was going, and oh! how the wheels did squeak! +The lady longed to get away from the sound of them. First +she walked very quickly, hoping to get well ahead; but no, +the horse hurried up too, and kept pace with her. Perhaps +<b>he</b> disliked the squeaking, and wanted his journey to be +quickly finished. Then she lingered behind, and sauntered +along slowly, but squeak, squeak—the hateful sound was still<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +there. At last the cart was driven down a lane to the right, +and now the lady could listen to the songs of the birds, the +humming of the bees, and the sweet rustle of the leaves as +the wind played amongst them. "How much pleasanter," +thought she, "are these sounds than the squeaking of the +wheels."</p> + +<p>I wonder if you have ever seen any little children who +make you think of those disagreeable wheels? They are +children who do not like to lend their toys, or to play the +games that their companions suggest, but who like, instead, +to please themselves.</p> + +<p>Do you know what the wheels needed to make them go +sweetly? They needed oil. And the disagreeable children +who grate on us with their selfish, unkind ways, need <b>another</b> +sort of oil—the oil of kindness. <b>That</b> will make things go +sweetly; so we will write on the blackboard</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)</div> + +<div class='blockquot2'> +Squeaking Wheels need Oil.<br /> +Children need the Oil of Kindness.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>18. Birds and Trees.</div> + +<p>Did you know that trees and birds, bees and flowers +could be kind to each other? They <b>can</b>; I will tell you +how.</p> + +<p>See the pretty red cherries growing on that tree. All +little children like cherries, and the birds like them too.</p> + +<p>A little bird comes flying to the cherry tree and asks, +"May I have one of these rosy little balls, please?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, little bird," says the cherry tree; "take some, by +all means."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> + +<p>So the bird has a nice fruit banquet with the cherries, and +then, what do you think <b>he</b> does for the tree?</p> + +<p>"Oh!" you say, "a little bird cannot do <b>anything</b> that +would help a big tree." But he can.</p> + +<p>When he has eaten the cherry he drops the stone, and +sometimes it sinks into the ground, and from it a young +cherry tree springs up. The tree could not do that for itself, +so we see that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + + +Birds and Trees are Kind to Each Other.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>19. Flowers and Bees.</div> + +<p>When you have been smelling a tiger-lily, has any of the +yellow dust ever rested on the tip of your nose? (Let the +children see a tiger-lily, or a picture of one, if possible.) +Look into the large cup of the lily, and there, deep down, +you will see some sweet, delicious juice. What is it for? +Ask the bee; she will tell you.</p> + +<p>Here she comes, and down goes her long tongue into the +flower. "Ah! Mrs. Bee, the honey is for you, I see. And +pray, what have you done for the flower? Nothing, I'm +afraid."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I have," hums the bee. "I brought her some +flower-dust (pollen) on my back from another tiger-lily that +I have been visiting to make her seeds grow. When I dip +down into the flower some of the 'dust' clings to me, so I take +it to the next tiger-lily that I visit, and she is very much +obliged to me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>You see, dear children, how the flowers help each other, +and how the bee carries messages from one to another; +so if</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + + +Birds and Trees, Flowers and Bees are Kind to Each Other,<br /> +Much more should Children be Kind.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>20. Lulu and the Bundle.</div> + +<p>Do you remember the story of "Lulu and the Wool"? +This is a true tale of the same little girl when she was +grown older.</p> + +<p>Lulu's home was at the top of a hill, and the road leading +up to it was very steep. One summer evening, as Lulu +walked home from town, she overtook a woman coming +from market, and carrying a heavy basket as well as a +bundle which was tied up in a blue checked handkerchief.</p> + +<p>The poor woman stopped to rest just as Lulu came up to +her. "Let me carry your bundle," said Lulu. And before +the woman could answer she had picked it up and was +trudging along.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps your mother would not be pleased to see you +carrying my bundle?" sighed the woman. "Some people +think it is vulgar to be seen carrying parcels."</p> + +<p>"It is never vulgar to be kind," answered Lulu. "That +is what mother would say." So they walked on until they +came to the cottage, and Lulu left the grateful woman at her +own door, and forgot all about it.</p> + +<p>Some years after, Lulu had been away from home, and, +missing her train, she returned laden with parcels one dark,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +wet night. There was no one to meet her, no one to help +to carry her parcels, and the rain was pouring down. She +hurried outside to look for a cab, but there was not one to +be had, so she began to walk up the hill. After going a very +little way she stopped to rest, the parcels were so heavy; +and just then a man came up and said: "Give me your +parcels, miss, they seem too heavy for you". And Lulu, +astonished, handed them to him. He carried them to the +door of her mother's house, and hardly waited to hear the +grateful thanks Lulu would have poured out.</p> + +<p>Have you ever heard these words: "Give, and it shall +be given unto you". I think they came true in this little +story. Do not you?</p> + +<p>Let us all try to build a good deal of the "pure gold" of +Kindness into our "Temple".</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VII. THOUGHTFULNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_21" id="SL_21"></a>21. Baby Elsie and the Stool.</div> + +<p>If you place your hand on your head you will feel +something hard just beneath the hair. What is it? It +is bone. Pass your hand all over your head and you will +still feel the bone. It is called the skull, and it covers up +a wonderful thing called the brain, with which we think, +and learn, and remember.</p> + +<p>A little baby girl was toddling about the room one +afternoon while her mother sat sewing. The baby was a +year and a half old. She had only just learned to walk, +and could not talk much, but she had begun to think. +Presently she noticed a little stool under the table, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +after a great deal of trouble she managed to get it out. +Can you guess what she wanted it for? (Let children +try to answer.) She wanted it for mother's feet to rest +upon. Elsie could not <b>say</b> this, but she dragged the stool +until it was close to her mother, and then she patted it, +and said "Mamma," which meant, "Put your feet on it".</p> + +<p>Was not that a sweet, kind thing for a one-year-old baby +to do? You see she was learning to think—to think for +others, and you will not be surprised to hear that she +grew up to be a kind, helpful girl, and was so bright and +happy that her mother called her "Sunshine".</p> + +<p>If any one asked me what kind of child I liked best, I +believe the answer would be this: "A child who is +thoughtful of others"; for a child who thinks of others +will not be rude, or rough, or unkind. Who was it +slammed the door when mother had a headache? It was +a child who did not think. Who left his bat lying across +the garden path so that baby tumbled over it and got a +great bump on his little forehead? It was thoughtless +Jimmy. Do not be thoughtless, dear children, for you +cannot help hurting people, if you are thoughtless; and +we are in the world to make it happy, <b>not</b> to <b>hurt</b>. +Thoughtfulness is a lovely jewel; let us all try to build +it into our "Temple".</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>22. The Thoughtful Soldier.</div> + +<p>A great soldier, Sir Ralph Abercromby, had been wounded +in battle, and was dying. As they carried him on board +the ship in a litter a soldier's blanket was rolled up and +placed beneath his head for a pillow to ease his pain. +"Whose blanket is this?" asked he.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> + +<p>One of the soldiers answered that it only belonged to +one of the men. "But I want to know the name of the +man," said Sir Ralph. He was then told that the man's +name was Duncan Roy, and he said: "Then see that +Duncan Roy gets his blanket this very night".</p> + +<p>You see how thoughtful he was for the other man's +comfort, so thoughtful that he did not wish to keep +Duncan's blanket even though he himself was dying. Is +it not true that "thoughtfulness" is one of the most +beautiful of the precious stones that you build with.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Be Thoughtful.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>VIII. HELP ONE ANOTHER.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>23. The Cat and the Parrot.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></div> + +<p>A cat and a parrot lived in the same house, and were very +kind and friendly towards each other. One evening there was +no one in the kitchen except the bird and the cat. The cook +had gone upstairs, leaving a bowl full of dough to rise by +the fire. Before long the cat rushed upstairs, mewing and +making signs for the cook to come down, then she jumped +up and seized her apron, and tried to pull her along. What +could be the matter, what had happened? Cook went +downstairs to see, and there was poor Polly shrieking, +calling out, flapping her wings, and struggling with all her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +might "up to her knees" in dough, and stuck quite fast. +Of course the cook lifted the parrot out, and cleaned the +dough from her legs, but if pussy had not been her kind +friend, and run for help, she would have sunk farther and +farther into the dough, and perhaps in the end would have +been smothered.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +If a Cat can Help a Bird, surely Boys and Girls<br /> +should Help Each Other.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>24. The Two Monkeys.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></div> + +<p>A ship that was crossing the sea had two monkeys on +board; one of them was larger and older than the other, +though she was not the mother of the younger one. Now +it happened one day that the little monkey fell overboard, +and the bigger one was immediately very much excited. +She had a cord tied round her waist, with which she had +been fastened up, and what do you think she did? She +scrambled down the outside of the ship, until she came to a +ledge, then she held on to the ship with one hand, and with +the other she held out the cord to the poor little monkey +that was struggling in the water. Was not she a clever, +thoughtful, kind monkey? The cord was just a little too +short, so one of the sailors threw out a longer rope, which +the little monkey grasped, and by this means she was brought +safely on board.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p> +<p>You will remember the story of the monkey, who tried to +save her little friend, and remember, also, that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> + +Children should Help One Another.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>25. The Wounded Bird.</div> + +<p>There is a beautiful story about birds helping each other +in a book<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> which you must read for yourselves when you +grow older.</p> + +<p>One day a man was out with his gun, and shot a sea-bird, +called a tern, which fell wounded into the sea, near +the water's edge. The man stood and waited until the +wind should blow the bird near enough for him to reach +it, when, to his surprise, he saw two other terns fly down to +the poor wounded bird and take hold of him, one at each +wing, lift him out of the water, and carry him seawards. +Two other terns followed, and when the first two had carried +him a few yards and were tired, they laid him down gently +and the next two picked him up, and so they went on carrying +him in turns until they reached a rock a good way off, +where they laid him down. The sportsman then made his +way to the rock, but when they saw him coming, a whole +swarm of terns came together, and just before he reached +the place, two of them again lifted up the wounded bird and +bore him out to sea. The man was near enough to have +hindered this if he had wished, but he was so pleased to see +the kindness of the birds that he would not take the poor +creature from them.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> +<p>So we have learnt another lesson from the birds, and will +write it down.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Birds helped the Wounded Tern; we should Help Each Other.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>IX. ON BEING BRAVE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Brave in Danger.</span>) +<br /> +26. How Leonard Saved his Little Brother.</div> + +<p>Have you ever known a little girl who cried whenever her +face was washed? or a little boy who screamed each time +he had a tumble, although he might not be hurt in the +least? You would not call <b>those</b> brave children, would +you? We say that people are brave when they are not +afraid to face danger, like the men who go out in the life-boat +when the sea is rough to try and save a crew from +shipwreck; or the brave firemen who rescue the inmates +of a burning house. Perhaps you think it is only grown-up +people who can be brave, but that is not so; little children +can be brave also, as you will see from this story of a little +boy, about whom we read in the papers not long ago, and +who lived not far from London. Some children were +playing near a pool, when, by some means, one of them, +a little boy named Arthur, three years old, fell in. All +the children, except one, ran away. (<b>They</b> were not brave, +were they?) The one who remained was little Arthur's +brother, Leonard. He was only five years old, but he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> +had a brave heart, and he went into the water at once, +although he could not see Arthur, who had fallen on his +back under the water, and was too frightened to get up. +Leonard had seen where he fell, and though he did not +know how deep the water was, he walked in, lifted his +little brother up, and pulled him out. It was all done +much more quickly than I have told you. If Leonard had +run away to fetch some one, instead of doing what he could +himself, his brother must have been drowned, because he +was fast in the mud. I am sure you will say that <b>Leonard</b> +was a brave little boy, and we should not think that <b>he</b> +cries when he is washed, or when he has a little tumble. +Leonard teaches us to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Be Brave in Danger.<br /></div> + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Brave in Little Things.</span>) +<br /> +27. The Twins.</div> + +<p>What a fuss some children make when they are hurt +ever so little, and if a finger should bleed how dreadfully +frightened they are!</p> + +<p>A lady told me this story of two little twin boys whom +she knew. Their names were Bennie and Joey, and they +were just two years old.</p> + +<p>One day as they were playing together Bennie cut his +finger, and the blood came out in little drops. Now, the +twins had never seen blood before, and you will think, +maybe, that Bennie began to cry; but he did not. He +looked at his finger and said: "Oh! Joey, look! what is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +this?" "Don't know," said Joey, shaking his head. Then +they both watched the bleeding finger for a little, and at last +Bennie said: "I know, Joey; it is <b>gravy</b>". He had seen +the gravy in the meat, and he thought this was something +like it. Anyhow, it was better than crying and making a +fuss, do you not think?</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Be Brave in Little Things.</div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Brave in Suffering.</span>) +<br /> +28. The Broken Arm.</div> + +<p>It was recreation time, and the boys were pretending +to play football, when a boy of six, named Robin, had an +awkward fall and broke his arm. The teacher bound it +up as well as she could, and Robin did not cry, though +the poor arm must have pained him. He walked quietly +through the streets with the teacher, who took him to the +doctor to have the broken bone set, and when the doctor +pulled his arm straight out to get the bones in place before +he bound it up, Robin gave one little cry; that was all. He +is now a grown-up man, but the teacher still remembers +how brave he was when his arm was broken, and feels +proud of her pupil.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Be Brave in Suffering.<br /></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_29" id="SL_29"></a>29. The Brave Monkey.<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></div> + +<p>Did you ever hear of a monkey having toothache? There +was a monkey once who lived in a cage in some gardens in +London, and he had a very bad toothache, which made a large +swelling on his face. The poor creature was in such great pain +that a dentist was sent for. (A dentist, tell the children, is +a man who attends to teeth.) When the monkey was +taken out of the cage he struggled, but as soon as the dentist +placed his hand on the spot he was quite still. He laid +his head down so that the dentist might look at his bad +tooth, and then he allowed him to take it out without +making any fuss whatever. There was a little girl once +who screamed and struggled dreadfully when she was taken +to have her hair cut, and that, you know, does not hurt +at all. Let us learn from the monkey, as we did from +Robin, to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Be Brave in Suffering.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>X. TRY, TRY AGAIN.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_30" id="SL_30"></a>30. The Sparrow that would not be Beaten.<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a></div> + +<p>A sparrow was one day flying over a road when he saw +lying there a long strip of rag.</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said he, "that would be nice for the nest we are +building; I will take it home." So he picked up one end<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> +in his beak and flew away with it, but the wind blew the +long streamer about his wings, and down he came, tumbling +in the dust. Soon he was up again, and, after giving +himself a little shake, he took the rag by the other end +and mounted in the air. But again it entangled his +wings, and he was soon on the ground. Next he seized +it in the middle, but now there were <b>two</b> loose ends, and +he was entangled more quickly than before.</p> + +<p>Then he stopped to think for a minute, and looked at +the rag as much as to say: "What shall I do with you +next"? An idea struck him. He hopped up to the rag, +and with his beak and claws rolled it into a nice little +ball. Then he drove his beak into it, shook his head once +or twice to make sure that the ends were fast, and flew +away in triumph.</p> + +<p>Remember the sparrow and the rag, and</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Do not be Beaten, but Try, Try Again.<br /></div> + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>31. The Railway Train.</div> + +<p>If you had been a little child a hundred years ago, instead +of now, and had wished to travel to the seaside or any other +place, do you know how you would have got there? You +would have had to travel in a coach, for there were no +trains in those days. I am afraid the little children who +lived then did not get to the seashore as often as you do, +unless they lived near it, for it cost so much money to +ride in the coaches. How is it that we have trains now?</p> + +<p>There was a man called George Stephenson—a poor man<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> +he was; he did not even know how to read until he went +to a night school when he was eighteen years old, but he +worked and worked at the steam-engine until he had made +one that could draw a train along. So you see that because +this man and others tried and tried again, all those years +ago, we have the nice, quick trains to take us to the seaside +cheaply, and to other places as well. Like the sparrow, +George Stephenson teaches us to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Try, Try Again.<br /></div> + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>32. The Man who Found America.</div> + +<p>A long, long time ago the people in this country did not +even know there <b>was</b> such a place as America; it was +another "try, try again" man that found it out. His +name was Christopher Columbus, and he thought there +must be a country on the other side of that great ocean, +if he could only get across. But it would take a good ship, +and sailors, and money, and he had none of these. He +was in a country called Spain, and he asked the king and +queen to help him, but for a great while they did not. +However, he waited and never gave it up, and at last the +queen said he should go, and off he started with two or +three ships and a number of sailors.</p> + +<p>It was more than two months before the new land +appeared, and sometimes the sailors were afraid when it +was very stormy, and wanted to turn back, but Columbus +encouraged them to go on, and at last they saw the land. +They all went on shore, and the first thing they did was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +to kneel down and thank God for bringing them safe to +land; then they kissed the ground for very gladness, and +wept tears of joy.</p> + +<p>When Columbus came home again, bringing gold, and +cotton, and wonderful birds from the new country, he +was received with great rejoicing by the king and queen +and all the people. Do not forget this lesson:—</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Try, Try Again.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XI. PATIENCE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>33. Walter and the Spoilt Page.</div> + +<p>Walter was busy doing his home lessons; he wanted to +get them finished quickly, so that he could join his playmates +at a game of cricket before it was time to go to bed. +He was nearly at the end, and the page was just as neat +as it could be—for Walter worked very carefully—when, in +turning the paper over, he gave the pen which was in his +hand a sharp jerk, and a great splash of ink fell in the very +middle of the neat, clean page.</p> + +<p>"Oh, dear!" cried Walter, "all my work is wasted. I +shall get no marks for this lesson unless I write it all over +again; and I wanted so much to go out and have a game." +However, he was a brave boy, and his mother was glad to +notice that he set to work quietly, and soon had it written +over again. When bedtime came, she said: "Walter, your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span> +accident with the ink made me think of a story. Shall I +tell it to you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, mother! please do," said Walter, for he loved +stories.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>34. The Drawings Eaten by the Rats.</div> + +<p>"There was once a gentleman (Audubon) in America," +said his mother, "who was very fond of studying birds. He +would go out in the woods to watch them, and he also made +sketches of them, and worked so hard that he had nearly a +thousand of these drawings, which, of course, he valued very +much. One time he was going away from home for some +months, and before he went he collected all his precious +drawings together, put them carefully in a wooden box, and +gave them to a relative to take care of until he came back.</p> + +<p>"The time went by and he returned, and soon after asked +for the box containing his treasures. The box was there, +but what do you think? Two rats had found their way into +it, and had made a home there for their young ones, and the +beautiful drawings were all gnawed until nothing was left +but tiny scraps of paper. You can guess how dreadfully disappointed +the poor man would feel. But he tells us that in +a few days he went out to the woods and began his drawings +again as gaily as if nothing had happened; and he was +pleased to think that he might now make better drawings +than before. It was nearly three years before he had made +up for what the rats had eaten. This man must have possessed +the precious jewel of patience. Do you not think +so?"</p> + +<p>"What is patience, mother?" asked Walter.</p> + +<p>"The little Scotch girl said it meant 'wait a wee, and no +weary,'" said his mother; "and I think that is a very good<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> +meaning. It is like saying that we must wait, and do the +work over again, if necessary, without getting vexed or +worried."</p> + +<p>Patience is a good "stone" to have in the Temple of +Character.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Patience means:—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><b>Wait, and not Weary.</b></span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XII. ON GIVING IN.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>35. Playing at Shop.</div> + +<p>You have often played at keeping shop, have you not? +Winnie and May were very fond of this game, and when it +was holiday time they played it nearly every day. One +morning they made the "shop" ready as usual; a stool +was to be the "counter," and upon this they placed the +scales, with all the things they meant to sell. When all +was ready, Winnie stood behind the "counter," and said, +"I will be the 'shopman'!"</p> + +<p>"No!" exclaimed May, "<b>I</b> want to be 'shopman'; let me +come behind the 'counter'." But Winnie would not move, +then May tried to <b>pull</b> her away, and Winnie pushed May, +and in the end both little girls were crying, and the game +was spoilt. Were not they foolish?</p> + +<p>How easy it would have been to take it in turns to be +"shopman," and that would have been quite fair to both +little girls. I am afraid we sometimes <b>forget</b> to be <b>fair</b> in +our games. We will tell Winnie and May the story of the +two goats.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>36. The Two Goats.</div> + +<p>Perhaps you know that goats like to live on the rocks, +and as they have cloven feet (that is, feet that are split up +the middle) they can walk in places that would not be at +all safe for your little feet.</p> + +<p>One day two goats met each other on a narrow ledge of +rock where there was not room to pass. Below them was +a steep precipice; if they fell down there they would soon +be dashed to pieces. How should they manage?</p> + +<p>It was now that one of the goats did a polite, kind, +graceful act.</p> + +<p>She knelt down on the ledge so that the other goat might +walk over her, and when this was done, she rose up and +went on her way, so both the goats were safe and unhurt.</p> + +<p>The goat teaches us a beautiful lesson on "giving in".</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +The Two Goats,<br /> +Sometimes it is Noble to give Way.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XIII. ON BEING GENEROUS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>37. Lilie and the Beggar Girl.</div> + +<p>You will think "generous" is a long word, but the stories +will help you to understand what it means.</p> + +<p>Lilie was staying with her auntie, for her mother had gone <ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'on'">on</ins> +a voyage with father in his ship.</p> + +<p>One day Lilie heard a timid little knock at the back door. +She ran to open it, and saw standing outside a poor little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +girl about her own size, with no shoes or stockings on. She +asked for a piece of bread, and Lilie's auntie went into the +pantry to cut it. While she was away Lilie noticed the little +girl's bare feet, and, without thinking, she took off her own +shoes and gave them to her.</p> + +<p>When the girl had gone, auntie asked, "Where are your +shoes, Lilie?" And she replied, "I gave them to the little +girl, auntie. I do not think mother would mind." It would +have been better if Lilie had asked auntie before she gave +away her shoes; but auntie did not scold her; she only said +to herself, "What a generous little soul the child has".</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>38. Bertie and the Porridge.</div> + +<p>Bertie was a rosy-faced, healthy boy. His mother lived +in a little cottage in the country, and she was too poor to +buy dainties for her child, but the good, plain food he ate +was quite enough to make him hearty and strong.</p> + +<p>His usual breakfast was a basin of porridge mixed with +milk, and one bright, sunny morning he was sitting on the +doorstep, waiting until it should be cool enough for him to +eat, when he saw a very poor, old man leaning on the garden +gate. Bertie felt sure the old man must be wanting +something to eat, he looked so pale and thin, and being a +generous-hearted boy, he carried down his basin of porridge +to the old man, and asked him to eat it, which he did with +great enjoyment, for he was very hungry. I think you will +understand now what being Generous means. We may do +good by giving away things that are of no use to us, but +that is not being generous.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +We are Generous when we go without Things, that Others may have them.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XIV. FORGIVENESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>39. The Two Dogs.<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></div> + +<p>One day two dogs had been quarrelling, and when they +parted at night, they had not made it up, but went to rest, +thinking hard things of each other, I fear. Next day, however, +one of the dogs brought a biscuit to the other, and laid +it down beside him, as much as to say, "Let us be friends". +I think the other dog would be sure to forgive him after that, +and we are sure they would both be much happier for being +friends once more.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +If you Quarrel, make it up again.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XV. GOOD FOR EVIL.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>40. The Blotted Copy-book.</div> + +<p>Gladys and Dora were in the same class at school, and +when the teacher promised to give a prize for the cleanest, +neatest and best-written copy-book, they determined to try +and win the prize. Both the little girls wrote their copies +very carefully for several days, but by-and-by Gladys grew a +little careless, and her copies were not so well written as +Dora's. Gladys knew this quite well, and yet she longed for +the prize. What should she do? There was only one copy +more to be written, and then it would have to be decided<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +who should get the prize. Sad to say, Gladys thought of +a very mean way by which she might spoil Dora's chance +of it.</p> + +<p>She went to school one morning very early—no one was +there; softly she walked to Dora's desk, and drew out her +neat, tidy copy-book, which she opened at the last page, +and, taking a pen, she dipped it in ink, and splashed the +page all over; then she put it back in the desk, and said +to herself, "There, now, the prize will be mine".</p> + +<p>But why does Gladys feel so wretched all at once? A +little Voice that you have often heard spoke in her heart, +and said, "Oh! Gladys, how mean, how unkind!" and she +could not <b>help</b> being miserable.</p> + +<p>Presently the school assembled, and when the writing +lesson came round the teacher said, "Now, girls, take out +your copy-books and finish them". Dora drew hers out, +and when she opened it and saw the blots her cheeks grew +scarlet and her eyes filled with tears. Just then she turned +and saw Gladys glancing at her in an ashamed sort of way +(as the elephant looked at his driver when he had stolen +the cakes—<a href="#SL_85">Story Lesson 85</a>), and Dora knew in her heart +that it was Gladys who had spoilt her copy-book. But +she did not tell any one, not even when the teacher said, +"Oh! Dora, what a mess you have made on your nice +copy-book!" but she was thinking all the time, and when +she went home she said to her mother, "Mamma, may I +give my little tin box with the flowers painted on it to +Gladys?" "Why, Dora," said her mother, "I thought +you were very fond of that pretty box!" "So I am," +replied Dora, "that is why I want Gladys to have it; +please let me give it to her, mother!" So Dora's mother +consented, and next morning Gladys found a small parcel +on her desk, with a scrap of paper at the top, on which +was written, "Gladys, with love from Dora". Dora was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span> +generous, you see; she returned good for evil, and Gladys +felt far more sorrow for her fault than she would have done +had Dora caused her to be punished. Neither Gladys nor +Dora won the prize, but Gladys learnt a lesson that was +worth more than many prizes, and Dora had a gladness in +her heart that was better than a prize—the gladness that +comes from listening to the Good Voice. "Good for Evil" +is a beautiful "stone" to have in your Temple.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +It is Generous to Return Good for Evil.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XVI. GENTLENESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>41. The Horse and the Child.</div> + +<p>Gentleness is a beautiful word, and I daresay you know +what it means. When you are helping baby to walk, +mother will say, "Be <b>gentle</b> with her," which means, "Do +not be rough, do not hurt her". A <b>gentleman</b> is a man +who is gentle, who will not <b>hurt</b>.</p> + +<p>Did you ever hear of a horse who could behave like a +gentleman? Here is the story.<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a></p> + +<p>"A horse was drawing a cart along a narrow lane in +Scotland when it spied a little child playing in the middle +of the road. What do you think the kind, gentle horse +did? It took hold of the little child's clothes with its +teeth, lifted it up, and laid it gently on the bank at the +side of the road, and then it turned its head to see that +the cart had not hurt the child in passing. Did not the +horse behave like a gentleman?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> +<p>I have seen boys and girls helping the little ones to +dress in the cloakroom at school, or leading them carefully +down the steps, or carrying the babies over rough places; +<b>this</b> is gentleness, and the gentle boy will grow up to be +a gentle man.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>42. The Overturned Fruit Stall.</div> + +<p>You have seen boys playing the game of "Paper Chase," +or, as it is sometimes called, "Hare and Hounds". One or +two boys start first, each carrying a bag full of small pieces +of paper, which they scatter as they run. Then all the +other boys start, and follow the track made by the scattered +paper.</p> + +<p>A number of boys were starting for a "Paper Chase" one +Saturday afternoon, and, passing quickly round a corner of +the street, some of them ran against a little fruit stall and +overturned it. The apples, pears and plums were all rolling +on the ground, and the old woman who belonged to the stall +looked at them in dismay. The boys all ran on except +one, and he stayed behind to help to put the stall right, +and to gather up all the fruit. That boy was <b>gentle</b> +and kind, and the poor old woman could not thank him +enough.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Be <b>gentle</b> to the little ones,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be <b>gentle</b> to the old,</span><br /> +Be <b>gentle</b> to the lame, to <b>all</b>—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For it is true, I'm told,</span><br /> +That <b>gentleness</b> is better far<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than riches, wealth or gold.</span><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XVII. ON BEING GRATEFUL.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>43. Rose and her Birthday Present.</div> + +<p>A little girl called Rose had a kind auntie who sent her +half a sovereign for a birthday present. Rose was delighted +with the money, and was always talking of the many nice +things it would buy, but she never thought of writing and +<b>thanking</b> her auntie. That was not grateful, was it? When +we <b>receive</b> anything, we should always think <b>at once</b> of +the giver, and express our thanks without delay. That is +why we say "grace" before eating: we wish to thank our +kind Father above for giving us the nice food to eat.</p> + +<p>The days went by, and still auntie received no word of +thanks from her little niece. Then a letter came asking, +"Has Rosy had my letter with the present?" Rose answered +this, and said she <b>had</b> received the letter, and sent +many thanks for the present. But how ashamed she must +have felt that she had not written before! It is not nice to +have to <b>ask</b> people for their thanks or gratitude; it ought to +be given freely without asking.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_44" id="SL_44"></a>44. The Boy who was Grateful.</div> + +<p>Little Vernon's father had a tricycle, and one day he fixed +up a seat in front for his little boy, and took him for a nice, +long ride.</p> + +<p>Vernon sat facing his father, and he was so delighted with +the ride, and so grateful to his kind father for bringing him, +that he could not help putting his arms round his father's +neck sometimes, and giving him a kiss as they went along.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> +Vernon's father told me this himself, and I was glad to know +that the little boy possessed this precious gift of gratitude, for +it is a lovely "stone" to have in the Temple we are building.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +Do not forget to be Grateful for Kindness; and do not forget to Show it.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XVIII. SELF-HELP.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>45. The Crow and the Pitcher.</div> + +<p>Perhaps you have heard the fable of the crow who was +thirsty. He found a pitcher with a little water in it, but he +could not get at the water, for the neck of the jug was +narrow.</p> + +<p>Did he leave the water and say, "It is of no use to try"? +No; he set to work, and found a way out of the difficulty. +The crow dropped pebbles into the jug, one by one, and +these made the water rise until he could reach it.</p> + +<p>(Illustrate by a tumbler with a few tablespoonfuls of water +in it. Drop in some pebbles, and show how the water rises +as the pebbles take its place.) If you have a steep hill to +climb, or a hard lesson to learn, do not sit down and cry, +and think you cannot do it, but be determined that, like the +crow, you will master the difficulty. When you were a +little, tiny child, your father carried you over the rough +places, but as you grow older, you walk over them yourself. +You do not want to be carried now, for you are not helpless +any longer. But I am afraid there are some children who +<b>like</b> to be helpless, and to let mother do everything for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> +them. I once knew a girl of ten who could not tie her own +bootlaces; <b>she</b> was helpless. And I knew a little fellow of +six who, when his mother was sick, could put on the kettle, +and make her a cup of tea; he was a <b>helpful</b> boy.</p> + +<p>It is brave and nice of boys and girls to help themselves +all they can, and not to be beaten by a little difficulty. +Remember the Sparrow and the Rag (<a href="#SL_30">Story Lesson 30</a>), as +well as the Crow, and</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Do not be Helpless, but Master Difficulty as the Crow did.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XIX. CONTENT.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>46. Harold and the Blind Man.</div> + +<p>Do you know what it is to be contented? It is just the +opposite of being dissatisfied and unhappy.</p> + +<p>Little Harold was looking forward to a day in the glen +on the morrow, but when the morning came it was wet and +cold, and the journey had to be put off. Harold had lots of +toys to play with, but he would not touch any of them; he +just stood with his face against the window-pane, discontented +and unhappy.</p> + +<p>After a time he saw an old man with a stick coming up +the street, and a little dog was walking beside him. As +they drew nearer, Harold saw that the old man held the +dog by a string, and that it was leading him, for he was +blind. The discontented little boy began to wonder what +it must be like to be blind, and he shut his eyes very tight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> +to try it. How dark it was! he could see nothing. How +dreadful to be <b>always</b> in darkness! Then he opened his +eyes again, and looked at the old man's face; it was a +peaceful, pleasant face. The old man did not look discontented +and unhappy, and yet it was far worse to be blind +than to be disappointed of a picnic. Harold had yet to +learn that it is not <b>outside</b> things that give content, but +something within. He could not help being disappointed at +the wet day, but he could have made the best of it and +played with his toys, as indeed he did after seeing the +blind man.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +Be Content and make the Best of Things.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XX. TIDINESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>47. The Slovenly Boy.</div> + +<p>Of <b>all</b> the untidy children you ever saw Leo must have +been the worst. His hair was unbrushed, his boots were +uncleaned, and the laces were always trailing on the floor. +Why did he not learn to tie a bow? (For full instructions, +with illustrations, on the "Tying of a bow," see <i>Games +Without Music</i>.) It must be very uncomfortable to have +one's boots all loose about the ankles, besides looking so +untidy.</p> + +<p>Can you guess how his stockings were? They were all +in folds round his legs, instead of being drawn and held up +tight, and he had always a button off somewhere. The +worst of it was that Leo did not seem to <b>mind</b> being<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +untidy. I hope <b>you</b> are not like that. Do all the little +girls love to have smooth, clean pinafores? and do the boys +like to have a clean collar and smooth hair? and do all +of you keep your hands and faces clean? Then you are +like the children in these verses.</p> + +<p>1. The Tidy Boy:—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +A tidy boy would not be seen<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rough or rumpled hair,</span><br /> +Nor come to meals with unwashed hands<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And face; and he will care</span><br /> +To have his collar clean and white,<br /> +And boots must polished be and bright.<br /> +</div> + +<p>2. The Tidy Girl:—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +And what about the tidy girl?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All nice and clean is she,</span><br /> +Her pinafore is smooth and straight,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her hair neat as can be;</span><br /> +No wrinkled sock, or untied lace<br /> +Does this neat, tidy girl disgrace.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>48. Pussy and the Knitting.</div> + +<p>I wonder if you have heard of pussy getting mother's +knitting and making it all in a tangle. These are the +verses about it:—</p> + + +<div class='center'>PUSS IN MISCHIEF.<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a></div> + +<div class='poem'> +1. "Where are you, kitty?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Where are you?—say.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">I've scarcely seen you</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 3em;">At all to-day.</span><br /> +<br /> +2. "You're not in mischief,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I hope, my dear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Ah! now I have found you.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">How came you here?</span><br /> +<br /> +3. "That's mother's knitting,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">You naughty kit;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Oh! such a tangle</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">You've made of it.</span><br /> +<br /> +4. "'Twas <b>that</b> which kept you<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">So very still;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Mamma will scold you,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">I know she will."</span><br /> +<br /> +5. Then puss comes to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And rubs her fur</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Against my fingers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">And says "purr, purr".</span><br /> +<br /> +6. I know she means it<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">To say, "Don't scold,"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">So close in my arms</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My puss I hold.</span><br /> +<br /> +7. And then I tell her,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My little pet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">That mother's knitting</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">She must not get.</span><br /> +<br /> +8. The wool will never<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Be wound, I fear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">But mother forgives</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My kitty dear.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>I do not suppose that pussy would <b>know</b> she was doing +anything naughty in tangling the wool, but a <b>child</b> would +know, of course, that wool must be kept straight and tidy +if it is to be of use.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>49. The Packing of the Trunks.</div> + +<p>Nellie and Madge were two little girls getting ready to +go for a visit to grandmamma. She lived many miles away, +and the children were to go by train and stay with her +for a whole month.</p> + +<p>Their clothes were all laid on the bed ready for packing, +and as mother wanted them to grow up <b>helpful</b> girls, +she said they might put the things in the boxes themselves. +So Nellie and Madge began to pack. Nellie took +each article by itself, and laid it carefully in the box +without creasing, putting all the heavier things at the +bottom, and the dresses and lighter articles at the top. +When she had laid them all in, the lid just closed nicely, +and her work was finished.</p> + +<p>Then she turned to see what Madge was doing. Madge +had not packed more than half her pile, and the box was +full. "What shall I do?" she cried, "I <b>cannot</b> get them +all in." Just then mamma came up and said: "Have you +finished, children? it is nearly train time". Her eyes fell +on the box Madge was packing, and she exclaimed, "Oh! +Madge, you have put the clothes in anyhow, everything +must be taken out!" Madge had just thrown them in +"higgledy-piggledy," instead of laying them straight, and +they came out a crumpled heap. She was so hot and +flurried, and so afraid of being late for the train, that she +could hardly keep the tears back, but mamma and Nellie +helped to straighten the things, and to pack them neatly, +and just as the cab drove up to the door the last frock +was laid in the box, and the lid went down without any +trouble. Madge remembered to take more pains next +time she packed her box.</p> + +<p>I was in a house one day, and when the lady opened<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> +a drawer to get something out, the articles in the drawer +<b>bounced up</b> just like a "Jack in the box," because you +see, they had been put in anyhow, and then crushed +down to allow the drawer to be closed. Of course she +could not find what she wanted. I hope none of <b>your</b> +drawers are like a "Jack in the box". I wonder if +untidy people are lazy? I am afraid they are.</p> + +<p>A girl came home from school one day, and threw her +wet cloak on a chair all in a heap, instead of hanging it +up nicely on a peg. When she next wanted to wear the +cloak, it was all over creases and not fit to put on. Perhaps +she thought that mother would see it on the chair, +and hang it up for her, but a nice, thoughtful child would +not like to give mother the trouble, would she?</p> + +<div class='blackboard'><br /><b>(Blackboard.)</b><br /> +Be Tidy and Neat.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXI. MODESTY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>50. The Violet.</div> + +<p>Two friends were walking along a country road, and as +they went on one said: "I do believe there are violets +somewhere on this bank, the air smells so sweet". The +other lady replied that she did not see any; but, looking +carefully, they at last found the leaves, and there, hiding +away among them, was the little sweet violet, with its +delicious scent.</p> + +<p>Why does the little violet hide away? Because she is +<b>modest</b>, which means that she does not like to <b>boast</b>, or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> +make a display of her pretty petals and sweet perfume. +<b>Modest</b> people do not like to talk of kind, noble or clever +things they may have done; they prefer to <b>hide</b> their good +deeds, and in this they are like the violet.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>51. Modesty in Dress.</div> + +<p>There is another way in which children can be modest—they +can be modest about dress. A child's dress is not so +long as that of a grown-up person, because children want +to romp and play about, but a <b>modest</b> child always likes +its dress to cover it nicely, and will take care that no +buttons are unfastened.</p> + +<p>One evening some children were playing about on the +hearthrug, when one of them, a little girl named Jessie, +jumped up quite suddenly, and, with a blushing face, ran +out of the room. The governess followed to see what was +the matter, and Jessie told her in a whisper that she was +<b>so</b> ashamed, because in romping about her dress had gone +above her knees.</p> + +<p>Some people might say that Jessie was <b>too</b> modest, +but I do not think so; a nice little girl will always like +to keep her knees covered.</p> + +<p>In America the children have much longer dresses than +in our country, and they would think little girls very rude +who were not as careful as Jessie.</p> + +<p>You will think for yourselves of many other ways in +which children can be modest. It is a good rule never +to do <b>anything</b> that we would be ashamed for teacher +or mother to see.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXII. ON GIVING PLEASURE TO OTHERS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>52. "Selfless" and "Thoughtful"—a Fairy Tale.</div> + +<p>"Selfless" and "Thoughtful" were sisters of the little +"Gold-wings" (<a href="#SL_1">Story Lesson 1</a>). I cannot tell you which +of the two was the sweetest and best; they were <b>both</b> +so lovable, for like "Gold-wings" they were always thinking +of others, and especially of how they could give pleasure +to the sick and weak. One day, as they sat on a mossy +bank in the Fairy wood, "Selfless" asked, "What shall we +do next, sister?" and "Thoughtful" made answer, "I have +been thinking of little Davie, who is so lame and weak; +suppose I go to the Kindergarten and try to get some one +to be kind to him". "A good idea," replied "Selfless," +"and I will fly over the fields and see what can be done +there; then in the moonlight we will meet, and tell each +other what we have done." So they spread their pretty +wings and flew away.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>Now it is night in the Fairy wood, and in the silver +moonlight the sisters rest again on the mossy bank and +talk.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>53. The Bunch of Roses.</div> + +<p>"I flew to the Kindergarten," said "Thoughtful," "you +know Davie used to attend there before he was ill. Of +course no one saw me, and as I hovered over the teacher's +desk, little Bessie, a rosy-cheeked maid, came up and laid +a lovely bunch of crimson roses upon it for the teacher.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> +The scent was so delicious I could not help nestling down +into one of the roses to enjoy it better. The teacher picked +up the flowers, not knowing I was there, and as she buried +her face in the soft petals, to smell the sweet perfume, I +whispered 'Send them to Davie'."</p> + +<p>"A smile instantly came over her face, and she said: +'Bessie, a good fairy has whispered a kind thought to me; +shall we send your pretty roses to Davie?'"</p> + +<p>"'Oh! yes,' said Bessie, 'please let me take them to +him with your love, for I gave them to you."</p> + +<p>"So the roses were taken to Davie, and how happy they +made him to be sure! and the <b>teacher</b> was happy because +she had remembered poor Davie, and <b>Bessie</b> was happy to +carry the flowers to him, so I came away glad, also; but +what have <b>you</b> done, dear sister?"</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>54. Edwin and the Birthday Party.</div> + +<p>Then "Selfless" answered:—</p> + +<p>"I flew away over the fields, and there I saw a little boy, +dressed all in his best clothes, speeding away across the +field-path, and I knew that he was going to a birthday +party, and that he was walking quickly so as to be in time; +for there was to be a lovely birthday cake, all iced over with +sugar; and little pieces of silver, called threepenny pieces, +had been scattered through the cake, so of course Edwin +wanted to be there when it was cut up.</p> + +<p>"I saw a little girl in the fields, also, walking along the +hedges looking for blackberries, and in trying to reach a +branch of the ripe fruit that grew on the farther side of a +ditch, the poor child overbalanced herself and fell in, +uttering a loud scream.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Edwin heard the scream and said to himself, 'I wonder +what that is? I should like to go and see, but oh, dear! it +will perhaps make me late for the party'. Then the Bad +Voice spoke to him, and said, 'Never mind the scream; +hurry on to the party," and Edwin hurried on, but his +cheeks grew hot, and he looked unhappy.</p> + +<p>"Soon the child screamed again, and the Good Voice said, +'Help! Edwin, never mind self,' and with that he turned +back, and ran to the place where the sounds had seemed +to come from. He soon saw the little girl, who was trying +to scramble up the steep side of the ditch, and could not; +it needed the help of Edwin's strong hands to give her a good +pull, and bring her safely out. Oh, how glad she was to be +on the grass once more! Edwin wiped her tears away, and +told her to run home; then he made haste to the party with +a light, glad heart, and he arrived just as they were sitting +down to tea, so he was in time for the cake after all. But +even if he had <b>missed</b> it, he would have been glad that he +stayed behind to help the little girl."</p> + +<p>"What a nice boy," said "Thoughtful". "Did he tell +the people at the party what he had done?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, <b>no</b>," replied "Selfless"; "his mother told him that +people should <b>never boast</b> of kind things they had done, +for that would spoil it."</p> + +<p>"True," said "Thoughtful"; "but what did <b>you</b> do, dear +"Selfless"? It is not boasting to tell <b>me</b>."</p> + +<p>"I only helped Edwin to listen to the Good Voice," replied +"Selfless," as she looked down on the moss at her +feet.</p> + +<p>"A good work, too," said "Thoughtful"; "and now, +what shall we do next?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>55. Davie's Christmas Present.</div> + +<p>"I have been thinking," said "Selfless," "that Christmas +will soon be here, and how nice it would be if we could +help the children at the Kindergarten to think of Davie, and +make ready a Christmas present for him."</p> + +<p>"A lovely idea," said "<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'Thoughful'">Thoughtful</ins> "; "we will go to-morrow, +for it wants only a month to Christmas."</p> + +<p>Next morning the two fairy sisters came to the Kindergarten, +and floated about unseen, as fairies always do. First +they rested on the teacher, who was very fond of these +unseen fairies, and she began to think of Davie. "Children," +said she, "Christmas will be here in a month; shall +we make a present for little Davie?"</p> + +<p>(Do you know, I believe that doing kind things is like +going to parties; when you have been to <b>one</b> party, you +like it so much that you are glad to go to <b>another</b>, and +when you have done <b>one</b> kind thing, it makes you so happy +you want to do <b>another</b>.)</p> + +<p>Bessie was the first to answer, and she said, "Oh, yes, +it would be lovely to make a Christmas present for Davie; +do let us try". And all the children said, "Yes, do let us +try".</p> + +<p>"It must be something made by your own little hands," +said the teacher. "Think now, what could you do?"</p> + +<p>"We could make some little 'boats'<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> in paperfolding," +said one child. Teacher said that would do nicely, and she +wrote it down.</p> + +<p>Another child said, "I could sew a 'cat' in the embroidery +lesson," and Bessie exclaimed, "Please let me sew a 'kitten' +to go with it," and the teacher wrote that down, and remarked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +that some one else might make the "saucer" for pussy's milk, +in pricking. Then others might make a "nest"<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> in clay with +eggs in it, and a little "bird" sitting on the eggs, suggested +the teacher; and as the "babies" begged to be allowed to help +also, it was decided that they should thread pretty coloured +beads on sticks, and make a nice large "basket".<a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p> + +<p>"Now," said teacher, "I have quite a long list, and we +must begin at once." So they all set to work, and when +breaking-up day came, Davie's present was ready. There +was a whole fleet of "ships," white inside and crimson outside. +The pictures of "pussy" and her "kitten" were neatly sewn, +and the "saucer" was white and clean, and evenly pricked, +while the "bird" on its "nest" looked as pretty as could be, +and the "bead basket" was the best of all—at least the <b>babies</b> +thought so.</p> + +<p>I have no words to tell of the joy that the children's +present brought to little Davie, his face flushed with pleasure +as the "boats" and other gifts were spread out before him; it +was so delightful to think that the children had remembered +<b>him</b> and <b>worked</b> for him.</p> + +<p>"Selfless" and "Thoughtful" sat once more on the mossy +bank, and rejoiced that the plan had worked so well.</p> + +<p>If these little fairies and their sister "Kindness" should ever +suggest thoughts to <b>you</b>, dear boys and girls, do not send +them away. They will speak to you through the Good +Voice, and the happiest people in the world are the people +who listen to the Good Voice.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXIII. CLEANLINESS.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>56. Why we should be Clean.</div> + +<p>(Show the children a sponge.) Here is a sponge! What +do we see all over the sponge? We see little holes. There +is another name for these—we call them <b>pores</b>. (Write +"pores" on Blackboard.) What comes out on your forehead +sometimes on a hot day? Drops of water come out. +They come through tiny holes in the skin, so tiny that we +cannot see them, and these also are called pores.</p> + +<p>Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was to be a grand +procession in a fine old city called Rome, and a little +golden-haired child was gilded all over his body to represent +"The Golden Age" in the procession. When it was over +the little child was soon dead. Can you guess why? The +pores in his skin had been all stopped up with the gilding, +so that the damp, warm air could not get out, and that +caused his death.</p> + +<p>You see, then, that we breathe with these little pores, +just as we breathe with our nose and mouth, and if the +pores were all closed up we should die. Now you will +understand why we have to be washed and bathed. What +is it that the dirt does to your pores? It stops them up, so</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +To be Healthy, We must be Clean.<br /></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p> + +<p>57. Little Creatures who like to be Clean.</p> + +<p>You know that pussy likes to be clean, and that she +washes herself carefully, and her little kittens, also, until +they are big enough to wash themselves; but there are +other creatures, much smaller than the cat, who like to be +clean.</p> + +<p>Do you know what shrimps or prawns are? I daresay +you have often eaten a shrimp! Have you ever counted +its ten long legs? On the front pair there are two tiny +brushes, and the prawn has been seen to stand up on his +eight hind legs, and brush himself with the tiny tufts on his +front legs, to get all the sand away. Is not that clever for +such a little fellow?</p> + +<p>There is another creature, very much smaller than the +prawn, that is particularly clean, though we do not like to +have it in our houses.</p> + +<p>If the housemaid sees its little "parlour" in the corner of +a room, she sweeps it away. You remember who it was +that said: "Will you walk into my parlour?" It was the +spider, and it is the spider who is so very fond of being +clean, that it cannot bear to have a grain of dust anywhere +about its body. Its hairs and legs are always kept perfectly +clean.</p> + +<p>Then there is the tiny ant, which is smaller than a fly, +and it loves to keep itself nice and clean, so if</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Shrimps and Spiders and Ants like to be Clean,<br /> +Children should like to be Clean.<br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>58. The Boy who did not like to be Washed.</div> + +<p>Sydney was a little boy who did not like to be washed. +He disliked it as much as the little dog in Story Lesson +<a href="#SL_4">No. 4</a>. When the time came for his bath he screamed +and kicked and made such a fuss that at last his mother +said he should remain dirty for a while, and see what +would happen. So Sydney had no bath when he went to +bed at night, neither was he washed in the morning. Of +course no one wanted to kiss him, or play with him, for +he was not sweet and clean; he had to play all by +himself in the garden.</p> + +<p>Presently a carriage drove up and stopped at the garden +gate; then a gentleman stepped out, walked up to the door, +and rang the bell, which was answered by Sydney's mother.</p> + +<p>"I have called to take your little boy for a drive," said +the gentleman, "but I am in a great hurry; could you have +him ready at once?"</p> + +<p>Just then Sydney peeped in at the door. Oh! what a +little blackamoor he was, not fit for any one to see! His +mother had to explain to the kind gentleman how it was +that he looked so dirty, and, as nothing but a bath and +a whole suit of clean clothes would make him fit to go, +he had to be left behind. Poor Sydney began to feel very +sad and sorry now, and when the carriage had driven away +he ran up to his mother, hid his little black face in her +dress, and burst into tears. "Oh, mother," he cried, "do +make me a clean boy again; I will never be naughty any +more when I am washed." Sydney never forgot the lesson +he had learnt that</p> + +<div class='center'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Nobody likes Children to be Dirty.<br /></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>59. The Nails and the Teeth.</div> + +<p>What a good thing it is that we have nice, hard nails to +keep the tips of our fingers from being hurt! How sore +they would get if it were not for those bright, horny +nails, and how well they protect the finger-tips, which +have to touch so many things!</p> + +<p>Most of the nail is fast to the finger, but at the outer edge +there is a little space <b>between</b> the nail and the finger, and +if we are not careful this little space gets filled with dirt, +and then the nail has a black band across the top, which +looks very ugly. When the nails are long, the band is +wider, and, although the dirt is <b>under</b> the nail, it shows +on the outside, because the nail is transparent, that is, it +can be seen through.</p> + +<p>Do you like to have your hands clean? Then there must +be no black bands to disfigure the pretty, shining nails; our +hands cannot be called clean if there is a little arch of dirt +at the tip of each finger. Ask mother to cut the nails +when they get too long, then you can keep them clean +more easily.</p> + +<p>Men who do work that soils their hands very much like +the chimney-sweep (<a href="#SL_62">Story Lesson 62</a>) cannot possibly keep +their nails clean, but children can.</p> + +<p>There was once a little boy who had the funniest finger-tips +I ever saw. The nails were so short that there was +not the tiniest space between the outer edge and the fleshy +part, and so the tip of each finger had grown out like a little +round cushion, not at all pretty to look at. If the little boy +saw any one noticing his hands, he would hide them away, +lest he should be asked what it was that caused the finger-tips +to look so funny. I wonder if <b>you</b> can guess the +reason? It was because the boy bit his nails. What a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +horrid thing to do! Was it not? And how do you think +his mother cured him? She dipped the tips of his fingers +in tincture of bitter aloes, so that when he put them in +his mouth he might get the bitter taste, and leave off +biting them.</p> + +<p>I once heard a gentleman say that <b>he</b> thought it was +very rude to put a pencil or anything near the mouth, so +what would he think of a child who put his <b>fingers</b> in +his mouth, and bit his nails? Baby may suck her little +thumb sometimes, perhaps, because she does not know +better, but sensible children will remember that it is rude +to put fingers in mouth.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + + +Keep your Nails Clean.<br /> +Do not put Fingers in Mouth.<br /></div> + + +<p>Can you think of anything else that should be kept clean +besides the nails? In your mouth are two rows of beautiful +little, white teeth. At least they <b>ought</b> to be white, but if +we do not keep them clean, they often get discoloured and +begin to decay and give us pain.</p> + +<p>We should each have a tooth-brush, and use it every day +to cleanse the teeth, dipping it first in nice, clean water, and +when the brushing is done, the mouth should be rinsed +several times. The teeth should be brushed up and down +from the gums (not from left to right), so that we may get +all the particles of food from the tiny spaces between the +teeth. If we do this regularly we shall not be likely to +suffer much from toothache.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +Two white rows of pearly teeth,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">What can prettier be?</span><br /> +If you <b>keep</b> them clean and white,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">They are fair to see.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Why we brush teeth:—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><b>1. To keep clean and prevent toothache.</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;"><b>2. To make them look nice.</b></span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXIV. PURE LANGUAGE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>60. Toads and Diamonds—A Fairy Tale.</div> + +<p>There was an old woman at a well, who, when a little +girl came to draw water, asked for a drink, and the kind +little maiden lifted the jug to the old woman's lips, and +told her to take as much as she wished. Then the old +woman blessed her for her kindness, and said that whenever +the child spoke, pearls and diamonds should fall from +her lips. Then another girl came to the well, and again +the old woman asked to drink, but the girl said, "No! +draw water for yourself". That was rude and unkind, +was it not?</p> + +<p>The old woman, who was really the Queen of the +Fairies, could not bless <b>this</b> girl for her kindness, because +she had showed none, so she said that whenever the girl +spoke, toads and vipers should fall from her lips. That +is like the people who do not speak good, pure language; +the bad words that fall from their lips are like toads and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> +vipers. I hope you have never heard such words, but if +you ever should, do not stop to listen, for wicked words +are like the pitch that Martin tried to play with (<a href="#SL_63">Story +Lesson 63</a>); the person who says them cannot be pure and +true, for bad words are not <b>clean</b>.</p> + +<p>A lady was travelling in a railway train one day, and +several young men were in the carriage, who spoke and +looked like gentlemen. But by-and-by they began to +swear dreadfully, and the lady asked if they would be +kind enough to say the bad words in Greek or Latin, so +that she could not understand them. She did not want +to hear the bad words, you see; they were like toads and +vipers to her, because she loved what was pure and clean.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Keep your Language Pure. Do not Listen to Bad Words.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXV. PUNCTUALITY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>61. Lewis and the School Picnic.</div> + +<p>There was once a little boy called Lewis, who had one +bad fault—he was very, very slow; so slow, that I am +afraid he was really lazy. He could do his sums quite well, +but he was always the last boy to get them finished; and in +a morning his mother had no end of trouble to get him off +to school in time, he did everything so slowly. (Read the +following sentence very deliberately, and allow the children +to fill in the adverbs): He got out of bed (slowly), dressed +himself (slowly), washed himself (slowly), laced his boots<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> +(slowly), ate his breakfast (slowly), and walked to school at +the same pace (slowly).</p> + +<p>Now one day a gentleman came to the school, and told +the teacher that he was going to take all the children in a +boat down the river to have a picnic by the seaside. Could +anything be more delightful? The scholars clapped their +hands for gladness, and talked and thought of nothing but +the picnic. It was to be on the very next day, and they +were to start from the school at nine o'clock in the morning.</p> + +<p>"Lewis," said the teacher, "remember to be in time, for +the boat will not wait!"</p> + +<p>The morning came, and Lewis was called by his mother +at seven o'clock. "There is plenty of time," said Lewis, +"I will lie a little longer;" and he did so. Then his +mother called again, and this time he rose, but he went +through all his work as slowly as ever, and all the time his +mother was telling him to "hurry up" or he would be too +late.</p> + +<p>At last he is ready to start; but just as he leaves the +house a bell is rung. "What is that?" says Lewis; "it +must be the bell of the steamer. I have no time to go round +by the school; I must go straight to the pier," and off he +ran. But, alas! by the time he reached the pier the boat +was steaming off. He could see the children with their +pails and spades waving their handkerchiefs in glee, and +there was he left behind!</p> + +<p>I was telling this story to a little boy once, and when it +came to this part he said: "Oh, auntie! could not they get +a little boat and take Lewis to the steamer? It is so hard +for him to be left behind."</p> + +<p>But you see, boys and girls, we <b>must</b> be left behind, if +we are slow and lazy.</p> + +<p>I am glad to tell you, however, that Lewis was cured of +his fault by this disappointment. He really did try to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +on more quickly afterwards, and he succeeded. At school +he had his sums finished so soon that the teacher began to +let him help the other boys who did not get on so well, and +Lewis was quite proud and happy. Then he came to school +so early that he was made "monitor," and had to put out +the slates and books, ready for the others. So, after all, +Lewis grew up to be smart and quick, and not like the man +you will hear of in another story (<a href="#SL_84">Story Lesson 84</a>), who +grew worse as he grew older.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Do not be Slow and Lazy, or you will be always "Too Late".<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXVI. ALL WORK HONOURABLE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_62" id="SL_62"></a>62. The Chimney-sweep.</div> + +<p>"Mother," said little Frank, "I saw a man walking along +the street to-day with a bundle of brushes in his hand, and +such a black face. I was careful not to touch him as I +passed, he looked so dirty—quite a 'blackamoor'"!</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said his mother, "that was a chimney-sweep; he +cannot <b>help</b> being dirty, and my little boy ought to feel very +kindly to him, for we should be badly off without such +men."</p> + +<p>Not many days afterwards there was a storm. How the +wind blew and roared! All through the night it rattled the +windows and whistled in the chimney. Frank's mother +went downstairs early in the morning to make a fire, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +as soon as she lighted it, puff! the smoke came down the +chimney, and filled the room, and she was obliged to let the +fire go out.</p> + +<p>Down came the children for breakfast, and Frank cried: +"Is the fire not lighted, mother? I am so cold; and oh! +the house <b>is</b> smoky."</p> + +<p>"I have tried to light a fire," said his mother, "but the +smoke blows down the chimney. I think it needs sweeping; +I shall have to give you milk for breakfast; there is no +nice, hot coffee for you, because the fire will not burn."</p> + +<p>After breakfast Frank's brother went to fetch the chimney-sweep, +who soon came, and with his long brushes brought +down all the soot, which he carried away in a bag. Then +the fire burned merrily, making the room look quite bright +and cheerful, and Frank said: "Thank you, Mr. Chimney-sweep, +for your good work. I will never call you 'blackamoor' +again; and when I meet you in the street, I will not +think you are too dirty to speak to."</p> + +<p>Frank had learnt two lessons:—</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)</div><div class='poem2'> +<b>1. Some Work makes Men Black.</b><br /> +<b>2. We must be kind to these Men, for we Need their Work.</b><br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXVII. BAD COMPANIONS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_63" id="SL_63"></a>63. Playing with Pitch.</div> + +<p>You have seen the men at work mending the roads, +and you know how sometimes they spread little stones +all over the road, and then roll them flat with a steam-roller.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +But in some places the roads are laid with stones +as large as bricks, and when these have all been placed +together, the men take a large can with a spout, full of +hot pitch, and pour it into the spaces between the stones +to fasten them together.</p> + +<p>A little boy, named Martin, was watching the men do +this one day, and he said to himself, "I should like a +piece of that black stuff; it has cooled now, and looks +like a black piece of dough; I could make all sorts of +shapes with it, and I do not believe it would soil my +hands". So he picked up a length that lay near him, +rolled it into a ball, and put it in his pocket. Some of +the tar stuck to his hands, and when he washed them +it did not come off, but it was now school time, and away +he went. When he came out of school, he put his hand +in his pocket to get the tar, and oh, what a sticky mess +it was! His pocket was all over tar, so was his hand, +and when he reached home, his mother set to work to get +it off, and it took her a long, long time.</p> + +<p>Martin was mistaken in thinking he could play with the +pitch and not get soiled.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>64. Stealing Strawberries.</div> + +<p>When Martin grew older he had some playmates who +were not very good, and his mother said, "Martin, I wish +you would not play with those boys; I fear they will get +you into trouble".</p> + +<p>"Oh! no, mother," replied Martin, "if they <b>wanted</b> +me to do anything wrong I would not; I need not learn +their bad ways if I <b>do</b> play with them." But his mother +shook her head, for she knew better.</p> + +<p>Some time afterwards the boys had a half-holiday, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span> +Martin went with his friends into the country. Presently +they came to a large garden, with a high wall round it, +and the boys began to climb the wall.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked Martin.</p> + +<p>"Oh!" said one of the boys, laughing, "a friend of ours +owns this garden, and we are going to help him gather +strawberries."</p> + +<p>There was a large bed of strawberries on the other side +of the wall, and as soon as the boys were over, they began +to pick and eat.</p> + +<p>What the boy had told Martin was quite untrue—they +were <b>stealing</b> the strawberries; but before very long the +gardener spied them, and with one or two other men came +upon them so quietly, that they had no time to get away, +and every boy was made prisoner. The gardener locked +them up in the tool-house until the owner came, and he +took their names and addresses, and said they should be +brought before the magistrates, as it was not the first time +they had stolen his fruit. Of course Martin had not been +with them the other times, but he was caught with them +now, and can you imagine how dreadfully ashamed he +felt, and how his cheeks burned when he thought of his +dear mother, and the trouble it would be to her. When +he reached home, he told his mother all that had happened, +and begged her forgiveness. His mother was +greatly distressed, and said: "You remember playing with +the pitch, Martin, when you were a very little boy—you +thought you could handle it, and still keep clean, but you +could not; so neither can you have bad companions +without being mixed up in wrong-doing".</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +To mix with Bad Company is like Playing with Pitch.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XXVIII. ON FORGETTING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>65. Maggie's Birthday Present.</div> + +<p>It was Maggie's birthday, and her father brought her as +a present something that she had been wishing for a very +long time. It was a beautiful yellow canary, and its little +house was the prettiest cage imaginable, for it was made of +brass wire, which was so bright that you could almost think +it was gold. Of course Maggie was delighted. "It is just +what I have been wishing for," said she; "I shall feed the +canary myself, and give it fresh water every day; it is the +prettiest bird I ever saw."</p> + +<p>For some weeks Maggie remembered her little pet each +day, and attended to all its wants, but there came a day +when there was to be a picnic for all the school children, +and Maggie was so excited and glad about the picnic that +she forgot all about feeding the bird.</p> + +<p>Then next day there was hay-making, and she was in +the field all day, and again forgot the poor bird.</p> + +<p>This went on for a few days, and when at last she <b>did</b> +remember, and went to the cage, the bird was dead.</p> + +<p>Maggie was full of grief, and cried until her head ached, +but she could not undo the results of her forgetting.</p> + +<p>Some people think it is a <b>little</b> fault to forget, but that +cannot be, for we know well that "forgetting" often causes +pain and suffering to others.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Forgetting often causes Pain.<br /></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>66. The Promised Drive.</div> + +<p>Daniel was a lame little boy. He could not walk at all, +nor play about with the other children, so he was very puny +and pale. His mother used to put his little chair near the +door of the cottage where they lived, so that he could watch +the people pass, and one day, as he sat there, a lady came +by with a well-dressed little boy, and when she saw the +pale-faced child she stopped and spoke to him, and then +Daniel's mother came to the door, and invited her to step +inside the cottage.</p> + +<p>The lady's little boy was called Emil, and he stood on +the doorstep talking to Daniel, while the two mothers spoke +together within the cottage. Emil, who was a kind-hearted +little fellow, felt very sorry for the lame child, and when he +found that Daniel was never able to go any farther than the +street where he lived, Emil said: "I will ask my father to +bring his carriage round and take you for a drive; I am sure +he will, and then you can see the green fields and trees, and +hear the birds sing".</p> + +<p>Daniel's little face flushed with pleasure, and he said; +"Oh that would be lovely!"</p> + +<p>By-and-by the lady and her boy said "Good-bye," and +went away, and then Daniel told his mother all that Emil +had said. "Do you think he will come to-morrow, mother?" +asked Daniel.</p> + +<p>"Perhaps not to-morrow, dear," replied she, "but some +day soon maybe."</p> + +<p>So Daniel sat at the door each day, and waited for the +carriage, but it never came, and when he grew too ill to +sit up he would still lie and listen for the sound of the +wheels, and say: "I think it will come to-day, mother," +but it never did. And do you know why? Emil had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +forgotten to ask his father, and so Daniel waited in vain +for the drive.</p> + +<p>You see how much pain and disappointment can be +caused by forgetting, and when you promise to do a thing +and forget to <b>keep</b> the promise it is just like telling an +untruth. You do not <b>intend</b> to speak what is not the +truth, but you do it all the same. Remember, then, that +it is <b>not</b> a little fault to forget, and that those who do it +are not building on the firm foundation of truth.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +When we Promise and Forget, we are not True.<br /></div> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>To the Parent or Teacher.</i>—However culpable it may be to break +promises to adults (and it is in reality nothing less than untruth), +it is infinitely worse to break faith with children. An unredeemed +promise is a sure way of shaking a child's confidence in truth and +goodness. Let us keep our word with the little ones at whatever +cost.</p></div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>67. The Boy who Remembered.</div> + +<p>Little Elsie had a big brother called Jack, of whom she +was very fond, and he was fond of Elsie also. Jack was +about fifteen years old, and he was learning to be a sailor. +When his ship came into port he used to come home for +a few days, and then he would tell Elsie all about the +places he had seen. One time the voyage had been very +long, and Jack told Elsie that when the bread was all +finished they had had to eat sea-biscuits instead.</p> + +<p>"How funny," said Elsie; "what are sea-biscuits like, +Jack?"</p> + +<p>"They are very hard and round and thick," replied Jack.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> + +<p>Elsie said she would like to see one, and Jack promised +that when he went back to his ship he would send her one.</p> + +<p>It was not a great thing to promise, was it? But Elsie +felt very important when the postman brought her a little +parcel a day or two after Jack had left, and she was +very glad when she opened it and found the promised +biscuit.</p> + +<p>"There is one good thing about Jack," exclaimed Elsie, +"he always does what he says." I think Jack would have +been pleased to hear Elsie say that; it is one of the nicest +things that <b>could</b> have been said about him. I hope it is +true of all of us.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem'> +<b>To Forget is not a Little Thing.</b><br /> +<b>Be True, and do what you say.</b><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXIX. KINDNESS TO ANIMALS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>68. Lulu and the Sparrow.</div> + +<p>As Lulu came home from school one afternoon, she +noticed three or four boys throwing stones at something—I +hardly like to <b>tell</b> you what. It was a poor little +brown sparrow that had somehow hurt its leg, and could +not fly. However, this happened a great many years ago, +and perhaps boys are less cruel now.</p> + +<p>Lulu could not bear to see the poor bird treated so badly, +and she asked the boys to give it to her. At first they +laughed, and went on throwing the stones; but she continued +to beg for it so earnestly, that at last one of the boys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +said, "Let her have it". And Lulu was only too glad to +pick up the wounded bird and carry it home. She nursed +and fed it carefully, and put it in a warm place by the fire; +but, in spite of all her care, the sparrow died in a few +hours.</p> + +<p>Sometimes pain is necessary, as in <a href="#SL_29">Story Lesson 29</a>; we +should never think of saying the dentist was cruel; rather +we should say he was kind, because he saved the monkey +from <b>further</b> pain. But when we cause pain that is <b>needless</b>, +as these boys did, it is <b>cruel</b>. They were cowardly +also. If the bird had been an eagle, with strong claws that +could have hurt them in return, would they have stoned it? +No; they chose a poor little sparrow that could not defend +itself, and this was <b>cowardly</b>.</p> + +<p>Then it was <b>unfair</b>. You do not like to be punished or +found fault with if you have done nothing wrong; you feel +it is not fair; neither is it fair to hurt a dumb animal that +has done nothing wrong.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>69. Why we should be Kind to Animals.</div> + +<p>Just think how many things animals do for us. Where +did the wool come from that makes your nice, warm clothes? +(Let children answer.) How do we get the coals to our +houses—the coals that make the bright, hot fires? (Ans.) +What could we do without the brave, strong horses? I +heard the other day of a man who did not give his horse +enough to eat. What kind of man was he? (Ans.) I +would rather be like the Arab, who loves his horse so much +that he brings it into his tent, and shares his food and bed +with it. Where do we get our milk, butter and cheese? +(Ans.) Then think of all the stories of animals in this book,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +who have done kind, clever things (and all these stories are +true). If boys and girls would <b>think</b>, I am quite sure they +would never be unkind to animals.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>70. The Butterfly.</div> + +<p>One day a boy was chasing a butterfly, cap in hand, and +just as he had caught it, a bee stung him. He was so angry +that he threw the butterfly down and trampled on it. Was +not that cruel? The butterfly had done him no harm, and +the greatest skill in the world could not paint anything so +delicate and beautiful as a butterfly's wing; and yet he +destroyed that beauty. Sometimes children will hunt spiders +out of the crevices in the wall and torture them, and others +will torment the little fly, or steal the bird's pretty eggs +that the mother sits on with such care. All this is cruel +and unkind. Remember it is <b>not noble</b> to hurt. The +truest gentleman is he who is full of kindness and gentleness +and will not hurt anything.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>71. The Kind-hearted Dog.</div> + +<p>Have you ever seen children riding donkeys at the seaside? +and have you noticed how the boys beat the poor +things sometimes to make them go faster? I do not think +a <b>kind</b> boy or girl would like to have a donkey beaten. I +hope <b>you</b> would not.</p> + +<p>There was once a little dog who could not bear to see +any creature beaten. If any one were ill-treating a dog he +would rush up and bark quite angrily, and when he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> +driving in the dog-cart with his master, he always used to +hold the sleeve of his master's coat every time he touched +the horse with the whip, as if he would have said, "Do +not beat him, please". Now, if a <b>dog</b> knows that it is +not kind to hurt dumb creatures, we are sure boys and girls +know.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +<b>To Hurt Animals is Cruel, for the pain is needless.</b><br /> +<b>It is Unfair, for they do not deserve it.</b><br /> +<b>It is Cowardly, for often they cannot hurt you in return.</b><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXX. BAD TEMPER.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_72" id="SL_72"></a>72. How Paul was Cured.</div> + +<p>Paul was a little boy who was very fond of having his +own way, and when he could not get it he used to throw +himself into the most dreadful tempers. He would take +his pocket-handkerchief and tear it all to pieces in his rage, +not to mention lying on the floor and kicking with his heels. +One day his governess said to him, "Paul, I will tell you a +true story". Paul sat down ready to listen, for he loved +stories, so the governess began:—</p> + +<p>"There was once a little boy, bright, honest and truthful, +always ready to run messages for his mother, or to help a +schoolmate with his lessons, he was so good-natured. But +Henry (for that was his name) had one great fault—he +would get into violent passions when any one vexed him, +and as he grew older his passion became stronger, and had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +the mastery of him more and more. He was a sailor, and +as time went on he had a ship of his own, and was captain +of it. Henry could manage the ship well; he knew just +how to turn the wheel to make her go East or West, and +he knew also how to trim the sails to make the ship move +swiftly along. If he could have controlled his temper as he +did his ship, all might have been well. But he used to be +very angry with the sailors when they did not please him, +and one day when the cabin-boy had done something that +vexed him, the captain in a fit of passion beat the poor boy +so cruelly that he died. When the ship came home the +captain was taken to prison, and in the end he lost <b>his</b> life +for having taken the boy's life."</p> + +<p>The governess paused, and Paul gazed up into her face +with wide-open, anxious eyes. "Is <b>that</b> what happens to +boys who get into a passion?" he asked.</p> + +<p>"It happened to the captain," said she.</p> + +<p>"Then I will never give way to passion again if it has +such a dreadful ending," said Paul, and the governess told +me that he kept his word.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +If Bad Temper gets the Mastery, it leads to sad Results.<br /></div> + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>73. The Young Horse.</div> + +<p>Edgar was riding in the train with his mother one day. +He sat next the window, as children like to do, so that he +could see all that was going on. How the train speeds +along! now passing through a tunnel, then out again into +the sunshine; next it goes over a long row of arches built<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +across a valley, and called a viaduct. "How high up we +seem to be," said Edgar; "see, mother, the river is down +there ever so far below!" Now they are passing through +fields again, and there, looking over the hedge, is a beautiful +young horse. But as the train whirls by, the horse runs +off and scampers round and round the field. Edgar +watched him as long as he could see, and then he said: +"What a lovely horse, mother! how I should like to ride +him!"</p> + +<p>"The horse is of no use for riding yet, Edgar," said his +mother.</p> + +<p>"Why?" asked Edgar.</p> + +<p>"Because he has not yet learnt to obey a rider," replied +she; "the horse has to wear bit and bridle before he can be +of use, and to learn by them to be controlled. A horse that +could not be managed would run away with you, just as +poor Henry's temper ran away with him (<a href="#SL_72">Story Lesson 72</a>)."</p> + +<p>Bad tempers and bad habits are like wild horses: they +take us where they will, and get us into sad trouble if we do +not bridle them, so we must take care <b>not</b> to let the temper +be master, but bridle it just as the horse-trainer bridles the +horse.</p> + +<p>"I should think the horse does not like the bit and bridle +at first," said Edgar.</p> + +<p>"Very likely not," replied his mother; "but he would +not be the useful, patient animal that he is if he did not +submit."</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Horse has to be Held in by Bit and Bridle.<br /> +We Must Bridle Temper and Bad Habit.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XXXI. SELFISHNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>74. The Child on the Coach.</div> + +<p>It was summer, and we were riding on the top of the +coach through one of the loveliest parts of Scotland. The +coach had five seats with four persons on each, so you may +easily find out how many people there were. On the next +seat to ours sat a lady with a little spoilt boy, about four +years of age, who was very hard to please, and very discontented +and unhappy. You will not be much surprised +to hear that presently he began to cry, for spoilt children +often do that, but I do not think you could ever guess the +<b>reason</b>. His mother was speaking to a lady on the seat +behind, and when the child was asked, "What is the +matter?" he said, "Mamma is not attending to me when +I speak to her," and <b>that</b> was why he cried. He wanted +his mother to attend to <b>him</b>, to speak to him all the time, +and that was selfish. He was only a very little child, but +he thought too much of that ugly word—<b>self</b>, and that was +why he was so discontented and unhappy.</p> + +<p>I knew another little child who was always wanting some +one to play with her; she never tried to amuse herself, but +was continually teasing her mother to join in her games. +It is better to be like little Elsie (<a href="#SL_21">Story Lesson 21</a>) who +when only a year old thought of the comfort of others.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>75. Edna and the Cherries.</div> + +<p>One day a lady called at a cottage where there lived a +little girl, named Edna, who was playing on the hearth-rug<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> +with another little girl, Lizzie. The lady had come to see +Edna's grandmamma, but she had not forgotten that Edna +lived there, and she brought out of her basket a little paper +bag full of ripe cherries, and gave them to the child. Edna +did not forget to say "thank you," then she took the +little bag, put it on a chair, and peeped inside; she was +only two years old, and could not have reached the table. +As soon as she saw the pretty, red cherries, she toddled to +her little friend, and holding out the bag, said, "Lizzie +some". When Lizzie had taken a handful, she went to +her grandmother, and said, "Grandmamma some," and then +with a shy, little glance at the lady, she placed the bag in +her lap, and said, "Lady some".</p> + +<p>Last of all she helped her dear little self, and so we say +that Edna was <b>un</b>selfish, that means <b>not</b> selfish. Baby +Edna did not know about the Temple we all have to make, +but she was building it just the same. Perhaps "Selfless" +and "Thoughtful" were helping her to find the stones!</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Think First of Others, Last of Self.<br /></div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>76. The Boy who liked always to Win.</div> + +<p>We all like to win when we play games, and that is +quite right, but Johnny liked <b>so much</b> to win that he +was cross and unhappy if any one else was winning, and +did not enjoy the game at all; I am afraid that he even +cheated sometimes to win. Now all that was downright +selfish; it reminds one of a story—a sort of fairy-tale—about +Minerva and Arachne.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p> + +<p>Arachne said to Minerva, "Let us see who can spin +the best". So they began to spin, and when Minerva +saw that Arachne was beating her at the spinning, she +struck her on the head with a spindle, and turned poor +Arachne into a spider. It is a pity when people are so +anxious to win that it makes them selfish.</p> + +<p>Selfishness is an ugly stone to have in your Temple, +dear children. Just as Thoughtfulness is one of the most +beautiful stones, so Selfishness is one of the ugliest. Try +not to let it come into your lives at all. No one likes a +selfish child, but everybody loves the child who <b>forgets</b> +self and thinks of others.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Try to be Glad when Others Win, as well as when you Win Yourself.<br /></div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_77" id="SL_77"></a>77. The two Boxes of Chocolate.</div> + +<p>It was Christmas time, and on Christmas Eve the +children hung up their stockings as usual. Next morning +they were awake early, and eagerly turned out the stockings +to see what they contained. Among other things Horace +and Stanley found that they each had a beautiful large +picture-box full of lovely chocolate creams.</p> + +<p>After dinner on Christmas Day Stanley brought out his +box, and handed it round to everybody, and by the next +day his chocolates were all finished.</p> + +<p>But Horace hid his box away in a drawer, and kept +going to it, and taking out a few at a time, so his +chocolates lasted much longer than Stanley's, and he ate<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +them all himself, but we are obliged to say that he was +rather selfish. "Shared joy is double joy," and of the +two boys we are sure that Stanley would be the happier.</p> + +<p>Shall I tell you a little secret? Selfishness will spoil +the <b>other</b> stones if you let it come into your Temple, and +as to the <b>gold</b>—the lovely gold of "Kindness" that the little +"Gold-wings" brought—Selfishness will <b>eat it all away</b> +in time. I am sure we all hate selfishness; let us write +down</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +We will not have the Ugly Stone "Selfishness" in our Temple.<br /></div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>78. Eva.<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></div> + +<p>Eva was not a very big girl, and her boots were generally +cleaned by the older ones, but one day her mother said, +"Eva, I wish you would brush your own boots this +morning, we are all so busy".</p> + +<p>"Oh mother!" said Eva, "you know it gives me a +headache to brush boots, and I shall make my hands +so dirty, and perhaps bespatter the floor with blacking +as well." I am afraid Eva was rather a spoilt little girl, +and this had made her somewhat selfish.</p> + +<p>Half an hour later her mother came into the room again, +just as Eva was lacing up her boots, and she inquired +who had made them so bright and shiny. It was Eva's +elder sister, Mary, and Eva knew that her mother was +not pleased, but nothing more was said.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p> +<p>In the afternoon Mary and her mother went out shopping, +and Eva hurried home from school, although she +would have liked very much to stay for a while and play +with the other girls. But she wanted to give mother a +surprise. First she put the kettle on the fire, and then +she laid the table all neatly and nicely, ready for tea. +When everything was in its place, she went to the door +several times to look for her mother and sister; at last she +saw they were just turning the corner of the street, and +Eva ran along to meet them, and said, "Come away, +mother, tea is quite ready; I have been looking for you +and Mary ever so long". And dear mother knew what +it all meant.</p> + +<p>It meant that Eva had been listening to the Good Voice, +and that she was sorry she had been so selfish in the +morning. The Good Voice says</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Don't be Selfish. Help all you can.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXXII. CARELESSNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_79" id="SL_79"></a>79. The Misfortunes of Elinor.</div> + +<p>Elinor was a great anxiety to her mother, for she was +always either tearing her clothes, or forgetting, or losing +something—all because she was so careless. One day at +tea Elinor was taking the cup which her mother had just +filled, but as she was not looking at it, nor taking any care, +it tilted over and fell against a tall flower-vase that stood<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span> +in the centre of the table. The vase was broken, and the +tablecloth deluged with tea and water—all for want of a +little care.</p> + +<p>Another day Elinor's mother gave her a shilling, and +sent her to the shop for some fruit, but she lost the money, +and returned empty-handed.</p> + +<p>Coming home from school one day, she was poking her +umbrella about in a little stream of water that the rain +had made along the side of the road, when the tip of the +stick caught in a grate and broke off, so the umbrella was +spoilt. I could tell you many more things about poor +careless Elinor, but these are enough to show how bad it +is not to take care. Sometimes people have taken poison +instead of medicine by being careless, and not noticing the +label on the bottle; and sometimes a train has been wrecked, +and lives lost, because the engine-driver was careless about +noticing the signal.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Do not be Careless; it brings Trouble.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXXIII. ON BEING OBSTINATE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>80. How Daisy's Holiday was Spoilt.</div> + +<p>Daisy's aunt had invited her to go and spend the day +with her cousin Violet, and to Daisy, who lived in the town, +it was a very great treat; for Violet's father and mother +lived at a farm, and when Daisy went there, the two little +girls spent the whole day out in the open air, climbing on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +the hay, playing "hide and seek" in the barn, or helping +to milk the cows. The last time Daisy went to the farm, +however, she had taken cold, and her mother found that she +had been playing without coat and hat, so on this occasion +she said, "Daisy, I want you to promise me that you will +keep your outdoor things on when you are playing with +Violet, for the day is cold".</p> + +<p>Daisy did not answer, and when her mother again asked +her, she would not promise. The omnibus which was to +take Daisy to the farm would pass at nine o'clock, and the +time was drawing near, but still Daisy was self-willed and +would not give in. (Oh, Daisy! that is <b>not</b> the Good Voice +you are listening to, you will be sorry afterwards.) The +omnibus came rumbling down the street, and Daisy sprang +up ready to go.</p> + +<p>"Do you promise, Daisy?" asked her mother; "I cannot +let you go unless you do;" but Daisy was still obstinate, and +the omnibus went quickly past. A minute after she burst +into tears, and cried, "I <b>will</b> promise, mother," but by this +time the omnibus was too far on its way, and there was +not another until two o'clock. At this time Daisy was +allowed to go, but what a pity that she should lose half +a day's pleasure, and disappoint her cousin, as well as +grieving her dear mother, all for the sake of wanting her own +way. You remember what we said about mother knowing +best in "Obedience" (<a href="#SL_6">Story Lesson 6</a>). When we are +obstinate, we want to please <b>ourselves</b> instead of some one +else, so you can see that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +It is Selfish to be Obstinate;<br /> +Better give in; Mother Knows Best.<br /></div> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXXIV. GREEDINESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>81. Stephen and the Buns.</div> + +<p>It was breaking-up day at school, and the children were +having buns and tea. Each child had brought a clean +pocket-handkerchief, and spread it on the desk for a tablecloth. +Then the teacher gave out the buns; nice large buns +they were, with sugar on the top, and there were just a few +left over, after one had been given to each child. Next a +cup of tea was placed on each desk, and the tea-party went +on merrily.</p> + +<p>But why does Stephen take such large bites, and fill his +mouth so full? And why is he eating so quickly? See, +his bun is finished now, and he is asking for another! +"Oh! Stephie, naughty boy, you have gobbled up your +bun as fast as you could, because you were afraid the buns +left over would be used up before you asked for more. That +was <b>greedy</b>."</p> + +<p>Do not be greedy, boys and girls. Never mind how +hungry you are; eat slowly and nicely, and pass things to +others. It is so selfish to think only of your <b>own</b> wants, and +not to care how other people are getting on. "Greediness" +is an ugly word, and no one likes to see greedy children.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +It is Rude and Vulgar to be Greedy.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XXXV. BOASTING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>82. The Stag and his Horns.</div> + +<p>Have you ever seen a stag with its graceful, branching +horns?</p> + +<p>There is a fable told of a stag who went to a pool to +drink, and seeing himself reflected in the water, he said: +"Dear me, how beautiful are my horns; what a nice, +graceful appearance they give to me! My legs are quite +slender, and not at all beautiful, but my horns are handsome." +When the hunters came, however, the stag found +that his slender legs were very useful, for by means of +them he could run away from his enemies, and if it had +not been that his horns caught in the branches of a tree +and held him fast, he might have escaped.</p> + +<p>You see how foolish it was of the stag to <b>boast</b> about +his fine horns; and we are just as foolish when <b>we</b> boast +of anything that we have, or of anything we can do.</p> + +<p>Boasting often leads to untruth, as in (<a href="#SL_11">Story Lesson 11</a>) +"The Three Feathers". It is always vulgar to pretend +that we are better than our neighbours, and people who +boast generally try to make one believe that they <b>are</b> +cleverer or richer or better than somebody else. Let us +be like the modest violet, who hides her beauty, rather +than be boastful and foolish, as the stag was.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +It is Foolish and Vulgar to Boast.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XXXVI. WASTEFULNESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>83. The Little Girl who was Lost.</div> + +<p>A little girl wandered away from home one morning and +got lost in a wood. She tried in vain to find the way home +again, but she could not, and then she sat down and cried, +for she was so tired, and oh! <b>so</b> hungry. She thought of +the many crusts of bread and pieces of meat that she had +often left on her plate at home, and how glad she would +have been to eat them now. It was evening when her +friends found her, and took her safely home; we will hope +that she remembered that hungry day in the woods, and +did not waste any more pieces of bread afterwards.</p> + +<p>If you think of the many poor people who have scarcely +enough to eat, you will see how wrong it is to waste +anything. When we have more than we need, let us give +it to those who have not enough, and never forget that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +It is Wrong to Waste.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXXVII. LAZINESS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_84" id="SL_84"></a>84. The Sluggard.</div> + +<p>You will hear of a great king (in <a href="#SL_90">Story Lesson 90</a>) who +had a throne of ivory overlaid with gold. When you are old +enough to read the words he wrote (Proverbs) you will find +that he always kept his eyes wide open and noticed things.</p> + +<p>As the king was taking a walk one day, he passed by a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +vineyard, which is another name for a grape-garden, and he +noticed that the wall was broken down. He looked farther, +and saw that the vines were all trailing on the ground, +instead of being tied up, and worse still, they were all grown +over with nettles and thorns—the beautiful grape vines that +give such rich, delicious fruit. "How is this?" thought +the king, and he began to consider. "Ah!" said he, "this +vineyard belongs to the man who likes 'a little sleep,' 'a +little slumber,' and who would rather fold his hands and go +to sleep again than use them to work in his garden. And +what will be the end of it all? He will soon be poor, and +have nothing to eat, while his lovely grapes which would +have sold for money if he had looked after them, lie there +buried and spoilt by the nettles and thorns."</p> + +<p>It is quite right to sleep through the dark night, but this +man slept in the daytime as well, instead of weeding his +garden, and tying up the grapes, so we say he was a +sluggard. What an ugly word it is! Would <b>you</b> like to be +a sluggard? No, indeed you would not. Then remember +this:—</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Never be Lazy.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XXXVIII. ON BEING ASHAMED.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_85" id="SL_85"></a>85. The Elephant that Stole the Cakes.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a></div> + +<p>Far away in a country called India there are many +elephants, which are used for hunting, and also for carrying +burdens.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> +<p>One evening a driver brought his elephant home, and +chained him to a tree; then he went a short distance away, +and made an oven to bake his cakes for supper. You will +wonder how this was done.</p> + +<p>First he dug a hole in the ground, in which to place his +fuel, and when he had set the fuel alight, he covered it with +a flat stone or plate of iron, and on this he put his rice +cakes to bake. He then covered them up with grass and +stones and went away.</p> + +<p>The elephant had been watching all this, and when the +man was gone, he unfastened the chain which was round +his leg with his trunk, went to the oven, uncovered the +cakes, and took them off with his trunk and ate them. +(Perhaps he waited a little while until they cooled, for the +elephant does not like his food hot.) Then he put back the +grass as before, and returned to the tree. He could not +manage to fasten the chain round his leg again, so he just +twisted it round as well as he could, and stood with his +back to the oven as if nothing had happened.</p> + +<p>By-and-by the driver returned, and went to see if his +cakes were ready. They were all gone, and the elephant +was peeping over his shoulder to see what would happen +next. The driver knew by his guilty look that <b>he</b> was the +thief; the elephant knew he had done wrong and was +ashamed.</p> + +<p>Let us not do anything that we need be ashamed of. +We know what is right better than the elephant, because +we can think better.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Do nothing that you need be ashamed of.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XXXIX. EARS AND NO EARS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>86. Heedless Albert.</div> + +<p>"Listen, boys," said the teacher, "I am going to tell +you about a land across the sea, not much more than +twenty miles from England—the sunny land of France." +So he went on to tell them of the vines loaded with +grapes, from which wine is made; of the apples growing +by the roadside, and of the French people, how gay +and merry they are, and how neatly the poor people +dress.</p> + +<p>Many more interesting things he told them, and then +he said: "Now, take your papers, and write down all that +you can remember about France". The boys set to work, +and soon all were very busy, except one—a boy named +Albert, who could not think of anything to write, and who, +when the papers were collected had not managed to pen +a single line. How was this, do you think? It was +simply because he had <b>not attended</b> to the teacher when +he was speaking, and so he could not remember anything +that had been told him.</p> + +<p>One day, when Albert was about ten years old, his +mother sent him to a farm for some eggs. He had not +been to the farm before, but his mother told him exactly +which way to go, and if he had listened he could have +found it easily.</p> + +<p>In about an hour Albert came back, swinging the empty +basket. He had not been able to find the farm. Why? +Because he did not <b>attend</b> when his mother was telling +him the way.</p> + +<p>You will readily see that a child who does not attend<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> +cannot learn much, and will never be bright and clever, +nor of much use in helping others.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Do not be Heedless; Listen and Attend.<br /></div> + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_87" id="SL_87"></a>87. Olive and Gertie.</div> + +<p>Olive and Gertie were walking along a country road, +and high up in the sky a lark poured forth his sweet +song.</p> + +<p>"How beautifully that skylark sings," said Olive; "it +is worth while to come out into the country just to hear +it."</p> + +<p>"I did not hear it," said Gertie, swinging her parasol.</p> + +<p>"It is there, right overhead," exclaimed Olive; "do look, +Gertie; it will drop like a stone when it gets nearer the +ground."</p> + +<p>"Oh! I cannot trouble to look up," replied Gertie, "it +makes my neck ache."</p> + +<p>By-and-by they passed a field of oats, nearly ripe, and +as the wind swayed them to and fro, they made a pleasant +rustling sound.</p> + +<p>"How nice it is to hear the corn as it rustles in the +wind," said Olive, "and listen, Gertie, is not this a pretty +tinkling sound?"</p> + +<p>Olive had plucked one of the ears of oats, and was +shaking its little bells close to her friend's ear.</p> + +<p>"It is nothing," said Gertie.</p> + +<p>"To me it is lovely," replied Olive, "and the tinkle of +the harebells is just as sweet."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then a bee went buzzing by, and Olive liked to hear +its drowsy hum, but Gertie did not notice it.</p> + +<p>Presently they were on the edge of the cliffs, and could +hear the splash of the waves as they rolled in and broke +on the beach.</p> + +<p>"Surely you like to hear 'the song of the sea,'" said +Olive, but Gertie made no reply—she was thinking of +something else.</p> + +<p>Do not be like Gertie, who seemed as if she had "No +Ears," but, like Olive, keep your ears open to all the +sweet and pleasant sounds.</p> + +<p>The fire makes a pleasant sound as it burns and crackles +in the grate, and who does not like to hear the "singing" +of the kettle on the hob? How musical is the flow of the +stream, and do you not love to hear the splash of the oars +as they dip in the river? or the sound made by the bow +of the boat as it cuts through the water? Some people +like to hear the "thud" of a great steamer as it ploughs +its way through the sea, and everybody loves the sound +of the wind as it whispers in the trees.</p> + +<p>The sounds that we hear in the fields and woods are +called "voices of nature," let us listen to them, for they +speak to us of God's love.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Listen to the Voices of Nature;<br /> +They Speak of God's Love.<br /></div> + + +<div class="blockquot"><p>(Let the children enumerate some of the pleasant "sounds" mentioned, +and the teacher might then write them on the Blackboard.)</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XL. EYES AND NO EYES.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_88" id="SL_88"></a>88. The Two Brothers.</div> + +<p>Have you ever heard of the "Black Country"? It is +a part of England where there are many furnaces and +iron-works, and a great deal of smoke; that is why it is +called by this name.</p> + +<p>Two boys, named Francis and Algie, lived in this district, +for their father was an iron-worker, and one evening they +went out for a long walk. They were away two or three +hours, and when they returned their mother said: "Well, +boys, what did you see in your walk?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, mother," replied Algie, "there is nothing +pretty to be seen; it is all black and ugly."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" said Francis, "but there was the <b>sky</b>, and that +was beautiful, for we were walking towards the sunset, +and the colours were changing all the time. First the sky +seemed to be all over gold, and then as the sun went down +it changed to red; next when I looked there were shades of +a lovely green or blue, which soon changed to dark red; it +was the loveliest sunset I have ever seen."</p> + +<p>How strange it was that, although both boys had eyes, +only one of them saw anything worth seeing! Francis +was the boy with "eyes," while Algie was as though he +had "no eyes". Keep your eyes open, children, and try +to see all that is beautiful. It is such a pity when people +grow up and walk about without seeing anything. There +is always something to see in the sky. Sometimes it is +all a lovely blue, with white, fleecy clouds floating across +it, or piled up in curly masses; and at night it is of a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> +deeper blue, and the stars come peeping out, reminding +us in their beauty of goodness and God:—</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Thou Who hast sown the sky with stars—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Setting Thy thoughts in gold.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>And the silver moon, which is always changing its shape, +how lovely that is! Do not forget to look for the beauty +of the sky.</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>89. Ruby and the Wall.</div> + +<p>Little Ruby was not two years old, but she always +noticed things, and tried to find out their names.</p> + +<p>One day when she was walking out with her auntie they +passed a stone wall. Ruby looked at it, and then glancing +up said, "Wall".</p> + +<p>"Yes," said auntie. "What is the wall made of?"</p> + +<p>"Coal," answered Ruby quite seriously. (I suppose the +blocks of stone reminded her of the same shape in the +coals.)</p> + +<p>"No, it is not coal," said auntie.</p> + +<p>Ruby was puzzled, and thought for a little, then she said, +"Wash it".</p> + +<p>You see she had never heard the word "stone," and as +her little hands, when dirty, became lighter coloured with +<b>washing</b>, she thought that stone must be "washed" coal. +It was wrong, of course, but it shows you that tiny Ruby +used her eyes, and <b>thought</b> about things.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='blockquot'> +<span style="margin-left: 4em;">Two kinds of eyes:—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;"><b>1. Eyes that See—Francis, Ruby.</b></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7em;"><b>2. Eyes that do not See—Algie.</b></span><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XLI. LOVE OF THE BEAUTIFUL.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a></h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_90" id="SL_90"></a>90. The Daisy.</div> + +<p>You have often gathered buttercups and daisies, but have +you ever gazed into the daisy's yellow eye, and thought how +wonderful it was? You will find that it is made up of many +tiny flowerets, all packed closely together. And the fringe +of white petals, tipped with pink, how beautiful <b>they</b> are! +and so dainty that we might almost think they had been +painted by the pencil of a fairy! And have you noticed +the strong, green cup which closes round the petals at +night, and keeps them all safe?</p> + +<p>You have held the pretty buttercup under your chin to +make it look yellow, but have you ever looked carefully +at the shining petals of gold? How smooth, and clear, +and glossy they are!</p> + +<p>There was once a great, wise king, who was so rich +that he had plates and cups of gold instead of china. He +made a beautiful throne of ivory, with six lions on the +one side and six on the other, and the throne was all +overlaid with gold; how bright and glittering it would be! +And then picture the king himself in his robes of state, +seated on his gilded throne, how dazzling and beautiful +it would all look! And yet the greatest Teacher who +ever lived—He who took the little children in his arms—said +that the great King Solomon, with his throne of ivory +and gold, "in all his glory" was not so beautiful as the +lily growing in the field. So you see the best of all beauty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span> +is close beside us, at our feet indeed, if we only have eyes +to see it.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Dear little modest daisy,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I love your yellow eye,</span><br /> +I love the pink-tipped petals<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That round the centre lie;</span><br /> +I love the pretty buttercup<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of lovely, shining gold;</span><br /> +I love it, for it speaks to me,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of wondrous love untold.</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>You have heard of other beautiful sights and sounds in +the Story Lessons that have gone before (<a href="#SL_87">87</a>, <a href="#SL_88">88</a>), and in +the Story Lesson which follows you will learn <b>why</b> it is +good to love all these beautiful things.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XLII. ON DESTROYING THINGS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>91. Beauty and Goodness.</div> + +<p>Why do we hang pictures on the walls, and put plants +in the windows? Because we want to make the room +look pretty.</p> + +<p>Why do we love the flowers and the trees, the bright +green fields and the waving yellow corn? Why are we +so glad to be near the sea, with its glorious, rolling +waves, and to bask in the warm, bright rays of the sun? +Because they are <b>all</b> beautiful, and when we love what is +beautiful it helps us to love what is good; and when we +love <b>goodness</b> we love God, who gave us all this beauty.</p> + +<p>Now you will see why it is so wicked to <b>destroy</b> beautiful +things. When a boy carves his name on a tree, or breaks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +off its graceful branches, he <b>destroys</b> that which is good, +instead of loving it; and how can he grow up gentle and +true if he does not love beauty and goodness? Sometimes +people put iron railings round their gardens, and you will +have noticed that they are often finished off with a pointed +pattern at the top, to make them look pretty. When a boy +comes along and knocks off the points, he makes the railings +look <b>ugly</b> instead of pretty. He would never think of +destroying the pictures that hang on the walls of his +home, or of throwing the plants away that stand in the +window, yet he destroys things that are <b>not his</b>, and that +other people have put there to make their houses look +nice. I am sure you will say this is not right; it is +<b>downright wrong</b>, just as wrong as it would be for me +to go and break that boy's slate, or to snap his wickets +in two when he is wanting a game of cricket, and it is +all for want of <b>thinking</b>.</p> + +<p>It is quite dreadful to know that so many cruel, unkind +things are done, just because boys and girls do not trouble +to <b>think</b>! But I hope that <b>you</b>, dear children, <b>will think</b>, +and keep your little hands from spoiling anything.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +It is Wrong to Spoil and Destroy.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XLIII. ON TURNING BACK WHEN WRONG.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>92. The Lost Path.</div> + +<p>A boy named Eric was coming home from school. There +were two ways that he could take—one was a path through<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +the fields, and the other was a winding road. It was +winter time, and there was snow on the ground. Eric +chose the field path, for it was the shorter of the two, but +he had not gone far when it began to snow very fast. The +snow-flakes were so large, and fell so quickly, that there +was very soon quite a thick carpet on the ground, and +before long Eric found that he could not see the path, and +he scarcely knew where he was. If he had only turned +round just then, he could have seen his own footprints in +the snow, and following them, would have got back to the +road safely, but he did not want to do this, so he went on +and on until he was lost entirely, and had not the least idea +as to which was the way home.</p> + +<p>Then he determined to turn back, and try to reach the +road, but where are his footprints? All covered up with +snow. Eric felt ready to cry, but he struggled on as long +as he could, and then a great drowsiness came over him, +and he fell down in the snow.</p> + +<p>It is just like that with wrong-doing, if we do not turn +back at once, it becomes more and more difficult to find the +path, and sometimes the wrong-doer loses it altogether.</p> + +<p>When Eric did not come home from school his parents +became very anxious, and his father accompanied by the dog +went out to seek him. First he took the way by the road, +then he came over the field-path, and the dog ran sniffing +about in the snow, until he came to what looked like a +white mound, and there was Eric half-buried in the snow. +You can imagine how pleased the father was when he had +his boy safe in his arms, and how gladly he carried him +home, for if Eric had not been found quickly, he must have +died. Remember Eric in the snow, and</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +When you have gone Wrong, Turn Back at Once.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XLIV. ONE BAD "STONE" MAY SPOIL THE "TEMPLE".</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>93. Intemperance.</div> + +<p>From all these Story Lessons you will see that there are +a great many "stones" for the building of "character".</p> + +<p>But there is another thought, which is this: a <b>bad</b> +"stone," <b>one</b> bad "stone" may spoil <b>all</b> the rest. You +remember we said (<a href="#SL_77">Story Lesson 77</a>) that Selfishness could +spoil a character. And there is another fault—I think we +ought to call it a sin—that spoils the character of many an +up-grown person. I mean the sin of Intemperance. You +know what that is, do you not? When we say that people +are intemperate, we generally mean that they take too much +beer or wine, and I have known most beautiful characters +spoilt by that bad "stone".</p> + +<p>When a man has lovely "stones" like Kindness, Unselfishness +and Truth in his Temple, is it not a pity that +these should be all eaten away by the dreadful sin of +Intemperance? Even truth, the foundation, decays, and +often the lovely temple of character tumbles all to ruins.</p> + +<p>What should you think is the best thing for children +to do? Is it not this? Never <b>take</b> any of these things +that <b>cause</b> Intemperance, and then you will never be fond +of them, and they will never get the mastery of you and +spoil your character.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +It is Better not to Take Things that Cause<br /> +Intemperance.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> + +<h2>2.—MANNERS.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XLV. PRELIMINARY.</h2> + +<div class='center'>(To be read first.)</div> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>94. The Watch and its Springs.</div> + +<p>You have heard the ticking of your father's watch, and +have seen the hands on its face, but did you ever get a +peep inside at the wonderful tiny wheels and springs? +These are called the <b>works</b>, and if <b>they</b> are not right and +true the hands and the face are of no use at all, because +it is only when the <b>wheels</b> and <b>springs</b> work properly +that the hands can tell the time correctly.</p> + +<p>It is just the same with us. If the <b>character</b> is true +and good, it will not be difficult to be polite and nice in +manner, for manners are the <b>outside</b> part of us (just as the +hands and face are the outside parts of the watch). The +kind, good thoughts <b>within</b>—in our hearts—will teach us +how to behave.</p> + +<p>There is nothing that makes people so rude as thinking +of self and forgetting the comfort of others; some call it +"Thoughtlessness," but we fear the true name is "Selfishness". +If we are <b>un</b>selfish and thoughtful for others, we +shall not be likely to do anything that <b>hurts</b> people, and +so we shall not be likely to be rude.</p> + +<p>In the Story Lessons on "Manners" which follow, just +see if you can find out what it is that causes each rude<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> +action. You will probably say that it is "<b>want of +thought</b>" for others.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>(The writer would ask the teacher, or mother, who reads the +following Story Lessons to the little ones to emphasise this fact in +each—that <b>thought for others</b> induces nice manners, while +"Thoughtlessness" and "Selfishness" invariably lead to rudeness. +Spoilt children, and those whose mothers are in the habit of doing +everything for them, <b>miss</b> the training in "Thoughtfulness for +others" which is so essential to the building up of an unselfish +character; and so the mother's intended kindness is in reality <b>not</b> +kindness, seeing that it causes distinct loss to the child, <i>viz.</i>, <b>loss</b> +of those traits of character which are the most desirable, and which +tend to the greatest happiness.)</p></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XLVI. ON SAYING "PLEASE" AND "THANK YOU".<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a></h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_95" id="SL_95"></a>95. Fairy Tale of Alec and his Toys.</div> + +<p>Alec was a merry little fellow, full of life and fun, and a +great favourite with his aunties and uncles, who often gave +him nice presents.</p> + +<p>The strange thing about Alec was that he always forgot +to say "Thank you". No matter how beautiful the present, +he would just take it and play with it, and return no thanks +to the kind giver, until his mother reminded him how rude +it was not to say "Thank you". Alec was not like little +Vernon (<a href="#SL_44">Story Lesson 44</a>), who was brimming over with +thanks.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> +<p>One night as Alec's mother was putting him to bed, she +said: "Alec, I have been reading some verses about a little +girl who would not say 'Please'. She would cry 'Pass +me the butter,' 'Give me some cheese'. So the fairies, +'this very rude maiden to tease,' carried her down into +the woods, among the butterflies and birds and bees, until +she should have learnt better manners."</p> + +<p>Alec listened with wide-open eyes fixed on his mother's +face, but when she said, "I wonder what the fairies would +do with a little boy who always forgets to say 'Thank +you,'" his eyes dropped, and he was very quiet while his +mother was tucking him in his little cot.</p> + +<p>When she had gone Alec thought to himself, "Suppose +the fairies should come and take all my toys away," then +he fell asleep, and this is what happened.</p> + +<p>The fairies <b>did</b> come, and Alec saw them. Such funny +little fellows they were, dressed in red, with funny little +wings stuck out behind, and the funniest of little peaked +caps on their heads.</p> + +<p>Alec began to wonder about his toys, and sure enough +they had come to fetch them. First they picked up a +beautiful, long railway train, which was a present from +Aunt Sophie. It took them all to lift it, there were so +many carriages. (Why do they not draw it along? thought +Alec.) Up on their shoulders it went. Would the peaked +caps fall off? No, they were all tilted sideways, and the +train was borne safely out.</p> + +<p>Soon the funny little fairies came dancing in again, +laughing and rubbing their hands as they looked all about. +Surely they were not going to take the Noah's ark! <b>That</b> +was Uncle Jack's present, and the animals were such +beauties! But that did not matter to the fairies. Slowly +the ark was lifted on their shoulders; six fairies were +on one side and six on the other; again the peaked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span> +caps were tilted sideways, and solemnly they all marched +out.</p> + +<p>Next time they pulled out a wooden horse, papa's gift, +and Alec saw that the fairies all jumped on its back, and +then a funny thing happened—the horse walked out of its +<ins title="Transcriber's Note: original reads 'out'">own</ins> accord.</p> + +<p>Again and again they came in and bore away one precious +toy after another, until there was nothing left but grandpapa's +gift—the tricycle. Surely they will leave that! +Alec never knew until now how much he loved his toys; +but here they are again, and, yes! they are actually +bringing out the tricycle. One sits on the saddle, one on +each pedal, and all the rest on the handle-bar. Now the +pedals go round, and, strange to say, the funny little men +do not fall off. The tricycle seems to go of itself, as the +horse did.</p> + +<p>And now, oh dear! <b>everything</b> is gone, and Alec thinks +he is worse off than the little girl who was carried away +by the fairies.</p> + +<p>Morning comes! Alec wakes and rubs his eyes; what +has happened? Oh! the toys! Quick as thought he is +out of bed, and off to the playroom in his night-dress. +Where are the toys? All there, just as he left them last +night. "It was only a dream, then," said Alec; "how +glad I am that it is not true, but all the same I <b>will</b> +remember to say 'Thank you' in future," and he did.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + +Always Remember to say "Please" and "Thank +you," not in a Whisper, but loudly enough +to be Heard.</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XLVII. ON BEING RESPECTFUL.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>96.</div> + +<p>If you should see the sailors on board ship when they +are receiving orders from the captain, you will notice how +polite and respectful they are. They never forget to say +"Yes, sir," or "No, sir," when he speaks to them. Perhaps +the captain was once a little cabin-boy himself, and he, in +his turn, had to learn to be respectful to his captain.</p> + +<p>But it is not only on board ship that it is necessary +to be respectful; children should always remember to say +"Sir" or "Ma'am" when speaking to a gentleman or lady, +wherever they may be.</p> + +<p>In France the word "madam" is used when addressing +a lady, but in our country the "d" is mostly left out, and +we say only "ma'am". (Show the two words, "madam" +and "ma'am" on blackboard.)</p> + +<p>No one thinks a boy or girl well-behaved who answers +"Yes," or "No"; it is blunt and rude. You can always say +"Sir" and "Ma'am," even if you do not know the name +of the person to whom you are speaking, and in answering +your father or mother you should always say "Yes, father," +or "No, mother," as the case may be.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem2'> +<b>To answer "Yes," "No"—it is blunt, and is rude,</b><br /> +<b>But "Yes, sir" or "No, ma'am" are both right and good;</b><br /> +<b>"Yes, father," "No, mother," polite children say,</b><br /> +<b>And these are good rules to remember each day.</b><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> + +<h2>XLVIII. PUTTING FEET UP.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>97. Alice and the Pink Frock.</div> + +<p>You have often heard grown-up people say to little +children, "Behave nicely," or "Mind your manners"; I +wonder if you know just what they mean. There is a +little word that describes people who have <b>not</b> nice +manners—we say they are <b>rude</b>. Try to find out who +was rude in this story.</p> + +<p>One bright day in April little Alice was dressed all ready +for a birthday party. She had on a pretty, new pink frock, +of which she was very proud, and over this she wore a +cloak, but the cloak was not quite long enough to cover +<b>all</b> the pretty dress, for which Alice was not sorry. She +was all the more pleased about the party because she had +to go by train. It was only three miles, but Alice thought +that was quite a long journey for a little girl of ten to take +all by herself.</p> + +<p>Her mother brought her to the station, and when the +train came up, Alice jumped in and sat near the window, +opposite to a tall, nicely-dressed boy. Now before Alice +came into the carriage, what do you think the boy had +been doing? He had been sitting with his feet up on the +cushions opposite, and his boots were very muddy. Can +you guess the rest? Poor Alice sat down on the muddy +patches left by the boy's dirty, wet boots, and her pretty +pink frock was spoilt.</p> + +<p>Can you tell who was rude in this story? "The boy was +rude." What did he do that was rude? "He put his feet +up." Then we will say, "It is rude to put our feet up". The +proper place for feet is the floor. What effect did the +boy's rudeness have on Alice? (or to younger children):<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> +How did the boy's rudeness make Alice feel? It made +her unhappy. Then I think we might say that manners +are <b>rude</b> when they make other people <b>uncomfortable</b> or +<b>unhappy</b>.</p> + +<p><b>Write on Blackboard and let the children repeat the +following:—</b></p> + +<div class='poem'> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><b>What is it to be rude?</b></span><br /> +<b>If in our work or in our play</b><br /> +<b>We take our friend's comfort away,</b><br /> +<b>And make him sad instead of gay,</b><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><b>Why that is to be rude.</b></span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>XLIX. BANGING DOORS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_98" id="SL_98"></a>98. How Maurice came home from School.</div> + +<p>How is it that boys and girls so often forget to close the +door quietly? When Maurice went out to school in the +afternoon he knew that his mother had a headache, but by +the time he came home he had forgotten all about it, and so +he stamped in with his muddy shoes unwiped, leaving the +front door wide open.</p> + +<p>His mother said, "Close the door, Maurice," and he gave +it a great bang, which made her shudder.</p> + +<p>Next he walked into the room, flung his bag on a chair, +his cap on the floor, and his overcoat on the sofa. Then +he said in a loud voice, "Well, mother, how's your head?" +His poor mother felt almost too sad to answer him; she +had so often told her little boy about hanging up his coat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +and other things, and had tried so hard to teach him to be +gentle and polite, instead of rough and rude; but you see +Maurice was <b>thoughtless</b>, and did not remember the nice +things he had been taught.</p> + +<p>Take care, Maurice! or you will have the ugly stone of +"Selfishness" in your Temple. A boy who is not kind +to his mother is the worst kind of boy, and will find it +difficult to grow up into a good and noble man.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>99. Lulu and the Glass Door.</div> + +<p>When Lulu was a little girl, she lived with her auntie +and uncle. The front door of their house was made half of +glass, and there was a shutter which covered the glass part +of the door at night.</p> + +<p>Lulu's auntie told her that when it was windy weather +she must go round to the <b>back</b> door, lest the front door +should get a bang, and some of the panes of glass be +broken.</p> + +<p>I am afraid Lulu did not always remember to obey her +auntie, for one very windy morning she came home from +school, and went as usual to the front door. She managed +to open it and to get inside safely, then the door closed with +a loud bang, for the wind was very strong, and it happened +just as auntie had feared—a large pane of glass fell out of +the door, and was shivered into a thousand pieces.</p> + +<p>Auntie was very angry, and Lulu was so unhappy, and +cried so much that she could not eat her dinner. When +her uncle came home and heard the story, and knew how +sorry Lulu was, he said: "Oh, well, dry your tears, we will +call and ask old James to come and mend the door, and +my little girl must do what auntie tells her next time".<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p> + +<p>So Lulu trotted back to afternoon school, holding to the +hand of her kind uncle, and they called to tell James to +put a new pane of glass into the door. But Lulu has not +forgotten her disobedience, and the banging of auntie's +door, although it is now more than forty years ago.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Close Doors Softly.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>L. PUSHING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>100. The Big Boy and the Little Lady.</div> + +<p>The Queen was in London, and as the time drew near +when she was expected to drive through the park, many +people stood on the sidewalk to see her carriage pass.</p> + +<p>A little lady who was walking through the park thought +she would stand with the others to see Her Majesty, and as +she was too short to look over the heads of the people, she +found a place at the edge of the crowd near the roadway.</p> + +<p>By-and-by they heard a cheer in the distance, and knew +that the Queen's carriage had come out of the palace gates. +At that very moment some one came pushing through the +people, and before the little lady had time to speak, a great +big boy brushed rudely past, and stood in front of her. +The lady touched him on the arm, and he turned round, and +saw that it was a friend of his mother's whom he had been +treating so rudely. He raised his cap at once, and, blushing +with shame, begged the lady's pardon, and took a place +behind her.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> + +<p>But if the lady had been a perfect stranger, it would have +been equally wrong for the boy to act like that. It is +always rude to push, whether we are entering a tramcar, a +railway train, or going to some place of amusement; let us +remember this:—</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +It is Rude to Push in Front of People.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LI. KEEPING TO THE RIGHT.<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a></h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>101.</div> + +<p>When you have been walking down the street, has it ever +happened that you could scarcely move for the people who +are blocking up the causeway? That is because they do not +keep to the right.</p> + +<p>In London, where the streets are so busy, it would be +impossible to get along if people did not keep to the right. +What accidents we should have in the streets if the drivers +did not remember to keep to their proper side of the road, +which is the left! And how often the ships at sea would +go bumping against each other if they did not remember +always to keep to the right in passing those that are coming +in an opposite direction! If you are ever puzzled as to how +you should pass people in the street</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Keep to the Right.<br /></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LII. CLUMSY PEOPLE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_102" id="SL_102"></a>102.</div> + +<p>I wonder if you know any boys and girls who are +clumsy. I am always a little sorry for clumsy people; +they seem to be so often in trouble. If the clumsy boy +is allowed to collect the slates, he is sure to send some +of them sliding on to the floor with a noise like thunder; +or if he gathers the books in a pile it is sure to topple +over, and the books are scattered in every direction. The +clumsy people tread on our toes, step on a lady's dress +and tear it maybe, or bump against baby's cot in passing +and wake the little sleeper.</p> + +<p>Do you think we could find out the secret of being +clumsy? Is not it for want of taking <b>care</b>? You remember +Elinor, in <a href="#SL_79">Story Lesson 79</a>, how she upset her +tea, broke the vase, and spoilt the tablecloth, all for want +of <b>care</b>? It is the same with clumsy people—they forget +to take care?</p> + +<p>The books and slates are not piled <b>carefully</b>, that is +why they tumble; they bulge out here and go in there, +instead of being smooth and straight on every side. If +you do not want to be clumsy</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Take Pains, and be Careful in all you do.<br /></div> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LIII. TURNING ROUND WHEN WALKING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_103" id="SL_103"></a>103. The Girl and her Eggs.</div> + +<p>Have you ever seen a girl walking along the street with +her head turned backwards, trying to look behind her as +she goes? Of course she does not walk straight, for she +is not looking where she is going. It would be better if +she <b>did</b> either look where she is going or turn quite +round, and go where she is looking.</p> + +<p>A girl was coming along the street one day with a paper +bag full of eggs, looking behind her all the time.</p> + +<p>A lady, who was walking in the opposite direction, tried +to get out of her way, but as we said before, the girl could +not walk straight when her eyes were turned backward, +and as the lady stepped to one side to avoid her, the girl +in her zigzag walk came to the same side and bumped up +against the lady.</p> + +<p>Crash! went the eggs, and a yellow stream ran down +the pretty blue dress worn by the lady. What would the +girl's mother say when her eggs were all wasted? This is +a true story, and you will agree that the girl was very +silly to walk along with her head turned round. You see +we have no eyes behind our head, nor even at the side; +they are at the front, so</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Look where you are Going.<br /></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LIV. ON STARING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>104. Ruth and the Window.</div> + +<p>There was once a girl named Ruth, who was in many +respects very well-behaved indeed. For instance, you would +never hear her reply to her mother without saying "Yes, +mother," or "No, mother," and she never banged the door +or came into a room noisily, but she had <b>one</b> fault that was +really very bad.</p> + +<p>As Ruth went on her way to school each day, she passed +a house that had its dining-room window facing the street. +The window was rather low, and every time that Ruth went +by she would walk slowly, and stare into the room all the +time. If the people were at dinner it made no difference—she +still gazed in. You will think this exceedingly rude, +as indeed it was, but it is quite true nevertheless.</p> + +<p>One day a lady came to the school that Ruth attended; +she was driven there in her carriage, and remained talking +to the teacher after the children had been dismissed. +Presently she said, "Good afternoon," and left, and the +teacher, happening to glance out of the window, was +vexed to see that a number of the scholars had gathered +round the carriage, and were staring in, and staring at +the lady as she took her seat. Next day the children +were told how rude this was, and we hope that Ruth +learnt at the same time how rude it is to stare into +people's houses.</p> + +<p>Another day some Japanese ladies came to the school +to see the children drill; they were dressed so differently +from English people, and looked so funny with their little +slanting eyes, and their shiny, black hair dressed high, with +no bonnet to cover it, that the children were tempted to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> +stare again, but the teacher had told them that it would +be rude to stare at the ladies. "You may glance at them," +said she, "but do not keep your eyes fixed on them." It +is natural to wish to look at curious things, but we can +be careful to take our eyes away when we have glanced, so +that we do not stare, and make the person uncomfortable, +for you remember we said that anything was rude which +caused people to be uncomfortable (<a href="#Page_110">p. 110</a>).</p> + +<p>There was a little boy in church who had just the same +rude habit as Ruth. He would sit or stand at the end of +the pew, and turn his head round to see what was passing +behind. He did not take just a little glance, and then turn +his eyes back again—even that would have been rude—but +he kept his gaze fixed behind for ever so long.</p> + +<p>Do you know <b>why</b> we do not look about in church? It +is because we go there to worship the Great God, to hear +of Him, and think about Him, and we cannot do this if +we are looking about, and thinking of other things. Why +do we close our eyes when we pray? It is so that we +may think of what we are saying; if we kept them open, +we should be thinking of what we were <b>seeing</b> instead, +should we not?</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +It is Rude to Stare.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LV. WALKING SOFTLY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>105. Florence Nightingale.</div> + +<p>A long time ago there was a war, and the English soldiers +went out to fight. Many of the poor fellows were wounded,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +and a kind lady, who is now quite old, went from England +to nurse the brave soldiers. Her name was Florence Nightingale, +and it is a name that everybody loves.</p> + +<p>The soldiers had never been nursed by a lady before, and +she was so kind and gentle, they loved her more than I can +tell you—so much, indeed, that they would kiss her shadow +on the pillow as she walked softly through the rooms where +they lay.</p> + +<p>If you have ever been in a hospital you will know how +quietly the nurses move about. Why is it? Because a +noise would disturb the poor sufferers. But it is not nice +for people who are well either to hear children stamping +about as if they would send their feet through the floor. +Have you noticed how softly pussy moves? It is because +she walks on her toes. We have to wear shoes on our feet, +and cannot help making a little noise, but we must +remember to step on our toes, and move as quietly as +possible.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Try always to Walk Softly.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LVI. ANSWERING WHEN SPOKEN TO.<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a></h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_106" id="SL_106"></a>106. The Civil Boy.</div> + +<p>One day a lady was passing through a country village, +and not being quite sure as to which was the right road to +take, she went up to some boys who were playing on the +green to inquire.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p> +<p>"Can you tell me, please, which is the way to East +Thorpe?" asked the lady.</p> + +<p>"Yes, ma'am," said one of the boys, raising his cap, "you +walk straight past the church, and then take the first road +to the right." The lady thanked the boy, and bade him +"Good-day," and as he replied "Good-day, ma'am," and +again raised his cap, she thought to herself, "What a +civil, polite boy! He is very poorly dressed, but he has the +manners of a gentleman, and how nicely he answered when +I spoke to him; I must tell Dorothy about it."</p> + +<p>Dorothy was the lady's little niece, and had been staying +with her some time. One afternoon auntie had taken +Dorothy with her to call at the house of a friend, and when +the lady spoke kindly to the little girl, and asked her name +and where she lived, Dorothy only smiled and looked foolish, +and did not speak or answer. Her auntie was very much +surprised, and perhaps felt a wee bit ashamed of her little +niece that afternoon.</p> + +<p>Children should never be bold and forward, but they +<b>should</b> look up and answer a question fearlessly and clearly +when they are asked one; it is so foolish to simper and +not speak.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Always Answer when you are Spoken To.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LVII. ON SPEAKING LOUDLY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>107. The Woman who Shouted.</div> + +<p>The train had just steamed into the railway station, when +a porter opened the carriage door to let a lady step in—at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +least she <b>looked</b> like a lady, and was dressed most +elegantly. Her gown was of silk, over which she wore a +rich fur-lined cloak, and her bonnet was quite smart with +feathers and flowers. As she drew off her gloves, you +could not help noticing that her fingers were covered with +glittering rings. "Surely she must be going to some grand +concert, or to a party," thought we.</p> + +<p>But listen to what happened next! Just before the +train started she suddenly opened the carriage window, +and leaning out as far as ever she could, shouted in a +loud, rough voice, so loudly that all the people round +could hear, "Heigh! you porter there, is my luggage all +right?" Then she closed the window and sat down, and +we felt that in spite of her finery she was a rude, rough +woman, for a lady is gentle, and would never speak in a +loud, coarse voice that grates on those who hear it.</p> + +<p>Never speak too loudly either out of doors or elsewhere; +keep always a soft, sweet voice.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Speak gently, for a gentle voice<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is loved, like music sweet;</span><br /> +Coarse tones and loud are out of place<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At home or on the street.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LVIII. ON SPEAKING WHEN OTHERS ARE SPEAKING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>108. Margery and the Picnic.</div> + +<p>It was holiday time, and Margery had gone to play with +her little friend Helena Poynter, who lived in the next +street but one. They were in a little summer-house at the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span> +end of the garden, having a happy time with their dolls, +and Helena was telling Margery that her father had +promised to take them all for a picnic to the hills next +day. They were to drive there in a coach, papa, mamma, +Helena, and her brothers, who were all at home for the +holidays.</p> + +<p>Just then Helena's mamma came walking down the +garden. "Good-morning, Margery," said she, and Margery +stood up at once and returned her greeting. "I have +been thinking," said Mrs. Poynter, "that you would like +to join our picnic to-morrow, and I am sure we could find +room for one more on the coach."</p> + +<p>"Oh! thank you, ma'am," said Margery, "I should like +it so much; I will run round and ask mother at once," +and off she ran as fast as her little legs could carry her.</p> + +<p>Margery came into the house bubbling over with the good +news, and anxious to tell it all to her mother immediately, +but she found that a lady had called and was talking to +her mother, so she just waited quietly until the conversation +was ended before she spoke a word, for Margery knew that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +It is Rude to Speak when Other People are Speaking.<br /></div> + + +<p>You will see now why we sit quietly in church, or at +an entertainment, or in a room when any one is singing +or playing—it is because we do not wish to be rude, and +it <b>is</b> rude to speak when any one else is speaking, or +praying, or reading aloud, or singing, or playing music for +us.</p> + +<p>You will like to know that Margery was allowed to go +to the picnic, and she enjoyed it very much.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LIX. LOOK AT PEOPLE WHEN SPEAKING TO THEM.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>109. Fred and his Master.</div> + +<p>In a previous Story Lesson, <a href="#SL_106">No. 106</a>, we spoke of a village +boy who, you remember, answered the lady politely, when +she inquired her way. His name was Fred, and when a +gentleman came to the school that Fred attended one day, +and said he wanted an office-boy, the schoolmaster called +Fred up to the desk. The boy looked so bright and honest, +and said, "Yes, sir" so politely, that the gentleman thought +he would do, and the next week Fred began his work. +Sometimes he had to sit at a desk and do writing; one +morning as he sat thus, the master came in to speak to him. +What do you think Fred did? He rose from his stool at +once, turned towards his master, and stood while he was +speaking. The master was giving Fred instructions about +his work, and as soon as he had finished, Fred looked up +and replied, "Yes, sir, I will attend to it".</p> + +<p>We have learnt two lessons from Fred, what are they?</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem'> +<b>1. To Stand up when Spoken to.</b><br /> +<b>2. To Look up when Speaking to any one.</b><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LX. ON TALKING TOO MUCH.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>110.</div> + +<p>One evening a number of friends met together at a little +party. First they all had tea, and after tea was over<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +they sat round the fire to talk, for some of them had +not seen each other for a long time. But there was one +lady there who had so much to say that scarcely any one +else could get a chance to speak. She talked and talked +nearly all the evening. Sometimes we <b>expect</b> one person +to speak all the time, as when we go to hear a lecture, or +to listen to a sermon in church, but when people meet +together for conversation, it is much pleasanter to hear +<b>more</b> than one speak.</p> + +<p>Another time three children were having dinner with +some grown-up people, and a lady who was there told me +that one of the children, a little girl about eight years of +age, talked continually, so that even the grown-up people +had scarcely an opportunity of speaking.</p> + +<p>So you see it is quite possible for people to be made +uncomfortable by a child speaking too much, as well as by +a child that refuses to speak at all (Dorothy in <a href="#SL_106">Story Lesson 106</a>).</p> + +<p>Perhaps you have been in a railway carriage where a +little boy has never ceased asking questions and talking +during the whole journey. Years ago children used to be +told that "they must be seen and not heard". We do +not often say that now, but we must remember that it is +rude to take up all the conversation, or even more than our +share. I believe it is more than rude—it is selfish. We +must learn to listen to other people as well as to talk +ourselves.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Do not be too Fond of Hearing Yourself Talk;<br /> +Learn to Listen as well.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LXI. GOING IN FRONT OF PEOPLE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_111" id="SL_111"></a>111. Minnie and the Book.</div> + +<p>One evening Minnie sat at the table preparing her lessons. +Her father and mother, with an aunt who had called to see +them, were seated at the hearth.</p> + +<p>In a little while Minnie found that she required a book +from the bookcase, which stood in a recess to the left of +the fireplace, so she rose from the table, and, without +speaking a word, walked in <b>front</b> of her aunt and in +<b>front</b> of her father to reach the book. Her aunt looked +up in astonishment, and her father exclaimed: "Minnie, +how <b>rude</b> you are!"</p> + +<p>Why was Minnie rude? Because she did not say +"Excuse me, please," both to her aunt and her father. +We ought <b>not</b> to go in front of any one, if we can by any +means avoid it; but, if it is impossible to get behind, we +must never forget to say those little words which Minnie +so rudely forgot.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>112. The Man and his Luggage.</div> + +<p>A gentleman was travelling in a railway train, and, as +there was no one else in the carriage, he placed his +portmanteau and other luggage on the rack <b>opposite</b> to +where he sat instead of overhead.</p> + +<p>At the next station several people entered the carriage, +and, when the gentleman wanted to get out, he was obliged +to reach up in front of the people sitting opposite to get<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span> +his luggage. But he did not forget to say, "Excuse me, +please".</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> + +When Passing in Front of others, or when +Reaching in Front, always say "Excuse me, +please".</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXII. WHEN TO SAY "I BEG YOUR PARDON".</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>113.</div> + +<p>I was talking to a lady one day, and not happening to +hear something that I said, she exclaimed in a loud voice, +"<b>What?</b>" I was as much astonished as Minnie's aunt +was in <a href="#SL_111">Story Lesson 111</a>, and quite forgot what I had +intended to say next. What should the lady have said? +She should have said, "I beg your pardon". Perhaps +she had forgotten herself just that one time.</p> + +<p>Suppose you are sitting at table next to mother, who is +pouring the tea; perhaps there is no bread and butter +near enough for her to reach, and you do not notice that +her plate is empty. She is obliged to ask you to pass her +something, and as you do so you feel sorry that you have +not done it <b>without</b> being asked, and you say, "I beg +your pardon, mother". Some people leave out the "<b>I</b>," +and say "Beg your pardon," or "Beg pardon," but the +proper words are, "I beg your pardon".<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>114. The Lady and the Poor Boy.</div> + +<p>A young lady was hurrying down a street, and, as she +turned the corner quickly, she nearly ran against a little +ragged boy, but by putting out her arms she just managed +to save him from being hurt. Then she rested her hands +on his shoulders, and said in a sweet voice: "I beg your +pardon, my boy". The boy was greatly surprised that +any one should beg <b>his</b> pardon; he had not been accustomed +to have people speak politely to him, but the lady +knew that it is just as important to be polite to a beggar +as to a fine gentleman.</p> + +<p>We should, of course, try <b>not</b> to run against people, +and be careful <b>not</b> to step on a lady's dress or on any one's +toes, but if by accident we <b>do</b> make any of these blunders, +we must remember to say, "I beg your pardon".</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem'> +<b>When you do not Hear what is said to you,</b><br /> +<b>When you Forget to pass a Plate,</b><br /> +<b>When you Bump against any one,</b><br /> +<b>When you Hurt any one in any way,</b><br /> +<b>Do not Forget to say, "I Beg your Pardon".</b><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXIII. RAISING CAP.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>115.</div> + +<p>Why is it, do you think, that a boy raises his cap? It is +to show respect to the lady or gentleman whom he is passing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span> +or speaking to. That was why the boy raised his cap +to the lady in <a href="#SL_106">Story Lesson 106</a>, and said "Yes, ma'am;" he +wished to show her respect. Soldiers do not raise their +caps to the general or captain; they salute (that is, they +raise the forefinger of right hand to forehead), but it answers +the same purpose—it shows their respect. Why do men and +boys take off their caps and hats when they enter a church +or chapel? It is to show reverence to the God of all who is +worshipped there.</p> + +<p>Boys should always remember to raise their caps when a +lady or gentleman bows or speaks to them, and also when +they enter a house or other place, such as a church or +chapel.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXIV. ON OFFERING SEAT TO LADY.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>116.</div> + +<p>A number of soldiers were one day riding in a car, indeed +the car was quite full of soldiers; and at the end there +was a general, that is the man who is at the head of the +soldiers.</p> + +<p>Presently the car stopped, and a poor old woman entered, +but there was no room for her to sit, and not one of the +soldiers had the good manners to offer her his seat. So the +woman walked to the end of the car where the general sat, +that she might stand where she would not be in any one's +way, but the kind general rose instantly, and gave her his +place; that was courteous and kind of him, was it not? +Then several of the other soldiers stood, and asked the +general to be seated, but he said: "No, there was no seat for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +the poor woman, so there is none for me". The soldiers +were very much ashamed, and soon left the car.</p> + +<p><b>Why</b> did the general offer his seat to the old woman? +For the same reason that the boy raises his cap—to show +respect to her.</p> + +<p>You know how father takes care of mother and lifts heavy +weights for her, and how brothers take care of sisters, and +so if there is not room for everybody to sit, a man or boy +will rise, and let a woman have his place; and they do all +this partly because they are strong and like to do kind acts, +and partly because it is nice and right to be courteous to +women.</p> + +<p>But a kind woman does not like always to take the seat +that is offered to her. The man may be old or weak, then the +woman would say, "Thank you, I will stand," for she sees +that the man needs the seat more than she does. And if a +man had been working hard all day (never sitting down at +all maybe), and he should be coming home tired at night, in +the train or tramcar, one would not like to let <b>him</b> stand, +and give up his place.</p> + +<p>It is nice and polite for a man to <b>offer</b> his seat, and the +lady should always say, "Thank you," whether she takes it +or not.</p> + +<p>A very old man entered a crowded railway carriage, and +a young girl who was sitting near the door stood up at once +and offered the old man her place, for she knew that he was +too weak to stand. So you see that sometimes it is right +for a girl or woman to give up her seat; we must not let the +men do <b>all</b> the kind, polite actions.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXV. ON SHAKING HANDS.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>117. Reggie and the Visitors.</div> + +<p>One afternoon I called with a friend to see a lady at +whose house I had not been before; she was very pleased +to see us, and brought her little boy, Reggie, into the +room where we sat.</p> + +<p>"Shake hands with the ladies, Reggie," said his mother; +but Reggie refused, and hid his face in her dress. She +explained that he was shy, and went on coaxing him to +come and speak to us. After a great deal of talking and +persuading, he consented to come and shake hands, <b>if</b> his +mother would come with him. So she brought him across +the room, and held out his hand, just as you hold out the +arm of your doll, when you play at shaking hands with +her.</p> + +<p>Would <b>you</b> make all that fuss and trouble about shaking +hands with any one? I hope not. It is so silly, as well as +ill-mannered.</p> + +<p>After this Reggie sat down in a little chair, and tried +to put his feet up on a small table that was near—but you +will not care to hear about such a badly-behaved little +boy. And it was not very long before his mother had to +take him from the room screaming, he was so tiresome +and naughty.</p> + +<p>If Reggie had tried to please his mother and her visitors, +instead of his little <b>self</b>, everybody would have been much +happier, and I am sure <b>he</b> would, for selfish people cannot +be happy.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Think <b>first</b> of others, <b>last</b> of self,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be friendly, kindly all around;</span><br /> +Shake hands with strangers, be polite,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unselfish, sweet be always found.</span><br /> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LXVI. KNOCKING BEFORE ENTERING A ROOM.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>118. The Boy who Forgot.</div> + +<p>A lady was sitting in a cottage one morning talking to +the person who lived there, when suddenly, and without +any warning knock, or even a little tap, some one lifted +the latch noisily, and pushing the door wide open, burst +into the room, asking, "What time is it?"</p> + +<p>The lady looked up to see who the rude intruder could +be, and beheld a little, rosy-faced boy. She called him to +her, and placing her hand on his shoulder said kindly: "My +little fellow, do you not know that you should <b>knock</b> at +a door before entering, and should say, '<b>Please</b>, will you +tell me the time?'" The boy hung his head and looked +ashamed, but we hope he remembered what the lady said +to him, and I hope also that none of you ever forget to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Knock at the Door before Entering a Room.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXVII. HANGING HATS UP, ETC.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>119. Careless Percy.</div> + +<p>You did not admire the boy (<a href="#SL_98">Story Lesson No. 98</a>) who +threw his bag here, his cap there, and his coat somewhere +else, did you? neither will you be likely to admire the little +boy in this story.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span></p> + +<p>But come with me—I will take you into the bedroom of +a boy named Percy, who has gone to a party. I am afraid +you can scarcely get inside though, for everything he has +taken off is lying on the floor. His coat is flung behind the +door, his collar lies inside the fender, and his trousers are +beside the bed. He has been playing on the bed, you see, +for it is all tossed, and one of the pillows has tumbled on +the floor.</p> + +<p>Let as take a peep into the nursery, where Percy's play-things +are. There is a railway train on the floor, just as +he has been playing with it; and beyond the train, where he +had made a huge castle with all the bricks he could find, +the floor is all strewn over with bricks from the castle, which +has tumbled down.</p> + +<p>Who will pick up all these things, and tidy the two rooms +that Percy has left in such a dreadful state? His mother, +maybe, who has so many other things to do. Would <b>you</b> +leave all your clothes scattered on the floor for some one else +to pick up, instead of folding them neatly yourself? or would +you like another to have the trouble of putting away all +your toys? No, I am sure you would not. None of us +want to be selfish, but if Percy does not mind, <b>he</b> will grow +up selfish, because he is not taking thought for others.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +Hang up your cap and coat,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And put away your toys,</span><br /> +Save mother all the work you can,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dear little girls and boys.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>The recitation, "Two Little Maids" (<i>New Recitations for Infants</i>) +would follow this Story Lesson appropriately.</p></div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXVIII. HOW TO OFFER SWEETS, ETC.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>120. How Baby Did it.</div> + +<p>Some one had brought baby a parcel of sweets. They were +rather sticky, but baby did not mind that when the colours +were so pretty! There were pink, blue, red and yellow +sweets, and she was greatly pleased with them. Baby was +very kind and unselfish, so she wanted us all to share her +sweets, and picking one out with her little chubby fingers, +(which were not any too clean), she offered it to mamma. +You see baby was very tiny, and had not yet learnt that +sweets should always be offered in the paper or box, and not +be touched by the fingers at all. But mamma explained +this to her, and then baby lifted up the paper, and trotted +round to everybody, holding it out, and saying, "Please, take +one".</p> + +<p>Fruit and nuts should be offered in a plate or dish. It is +not nice to touch with our fingers anything that we are +offering to others.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Always offer Sweets in the Paper or Box.<br /></div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXIX. YAWNING, COUGHING, AND SNEEZING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>121.</div> + +<p>I daresay you have sometime been in a room where a +person was sleepy, and kept yawning continually. You<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> +know that by-and-by you begin to do the same yourself, +and it is very disagreeable. A good plan is to run out +of the room and bathe your face in cold water: that will +soon make you feel bright again. It is not nice to yawn, +because it makes other people feel sleepy, and we should +never forget to cover the mouth with the hand: it is very +rude to open the mouth wide, and not to put the hand in +front of it.</p> + +<p>In coughing and sneezing, people should make as little +noise as they possibly can. Sometimes we hear coughing +in church, and the minister can scarcely speak for the +noise. A pocket-handkerchief will soften the sound a +good deal, both in coughing and sneezing.</p> + +<p>These are only little things, but they can make others +feel uncomfortable, and you remember we said that it +was rude to do <b>anything</b> that caused people to be +uncomfortable (<a href="#Page_110">p. 110</a>), so do not forget to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Cover the Mouth when Yawning;<br /> +Make as Little Noise as Possible when Coughing<br /> +or Sneezing.<br /></div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXX. HOW A SLATE SHOULD NOT BE CLEANED.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>122.</div> + +<p>You will have noticed that there is always moisture in +your mouth. Where do you think it comes from? Perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> +you did not know that there were six tiny fountains in your +mouth, two on each side the tongue, and one in each cheek. +When you are well these little fountains pour out the fluid +which keeps your mouth so nice and moist. Sometimes +when people are ill the little fountains do not flow, and +the mouth is all dry and parched, and they are longing +to drink all the time.</p> + +<p>The fluid that comes from the tiny wells is called saliva, +and, when we eat, it mixes with the food in the mouth, +and goes down with it into the stomach. But this is +what I want you to learn, the saliva is never to be sent +out of the mouth in the way that is called "spitting" +(an ugly word, is it not?), and you must remember never +to do this, not even when you are cleaning your slate. +You may breathe on your slate, and rub it dry with your +slate rag, though that is not a very nice way. The best +plan of all is to have a damp sponge, as well as a slate +rag, and a well-mannered child would have both.</p> + +<p>If there is anything in your mouth that needs to come +away, take it out with your pocket-handkerchief, and +remember that the proper way is to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Clean your Slate with a Damp Sponge, and Dry with a Slate Rag, not with a Pocket-handkerchief.<br /></div> + + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p> + +<h2>LXXI. THE POCKET-HANDKERCHIEF.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>123. Guessing Rhyme.<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></div> + +<div class='poem'> +You have me in your pocket,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'm square and white, 'tis true,</span><br /> +And many things I'm used for<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By children such as you.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='center'><br /><b>(Let children guess answer.—Pocket-handkerchief.)</b></div> + +<p>There is moisture in the nose as well as in the mouth, +and we keep a handkerchief in our pocket to take the +moisture away, when it makes us uncomfortable. A nice, +clean child will never be without a pocket-handkerchief, and +he will use it <b>without having to be told</b>.</p> + +<p>In using a pocket-handkerchief, as in coughing and +sneezing, we should make as little noise as possible, and we +should try not to have to use it at table. If it is necessary +to do so, we must turn our head away, as we should do +if we were obliged to cough or sneeze.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)<br /> +Use Pocket-handkerchief Without Being Told,<br /> +Making as Little Noise as Possible.<br /></div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXXII. HOW TO BEHAVE AT TABLE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">On Sitting Still at Table.</span>) +<br /> +124. Phil's Disaster.</div> + +<p>Phil was a little boy, and sat on a high chair at the table. +He was very fond of tilting his chair backwards and +forwards, which was not well-mannered, you will say. One +dinner time, just as all the dishes had been placed on the +table, and Phil was tilting back as far as ever he could, it +happened that the chair lost its balance, and fell over backwards, +taking Phil with it; and as he grasped the tablecloth +in falling, he drew it with all the dishes on the top of him. +Many of the dishes were broken, and the dinner was all +scattered and spoilt. Surely Phil would never tilt his chair +again.</p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'><a name="SL_125" id="SL_125"></a>125. Fidgety Katie.</div> + +<p>Have you ever sat at table with a child who was never +still? Such a child was Katie! Instead of waiting quietly +until every one was served, she would fidget about on her +chair, put her little fat arms on the table (which you know +is a very rude thing to do), and move from side to side all +the time. When at last she was served, her dinner would +be quickly eaten, and then she was impatient to be gone, +and kept asking mother if she might not leave the table, +and go to her book or her play.</p> + +<p>Now if Katie had thought a little of others, she would not +have made everybody uncomfortable by being so restless. +When she was waiting to be served, and when she had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span> +finished, she should have sat quietly with her hands in her +lap. These two stories teach us that</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +We must Sit Still at Table.<br /></div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Thinking of Others at Table.</span>) +<br /> +126. The Helpful Little Girl.</div> + +<p>A very different child from restless Katie (<a href="#SL_125">Story Lesson 125</a>) was Hilda, whose mother had died, and left her little +ones to the care of auntie. When the dinner-bell rang, Hilda +would run into the room, and see that all the chairs were +in their places round the table, especially baby's, for he was +much too little to bring his own chair. It was Hilda who +lifted baby into his place, and tied on his "feeder"; and +when his plate was passed, she prepared his food, and +took care that it was not too hot for him.</p> + +<p>Hilda's bright eyes were always ready to see anything +that was needed: "Shall I pass you the salt, grandpapa?" +"May I give you a little water, auntie?" No wonder +auntie said that Hilda was just like sunshine in the house, +and the reason was that she thought so little of herself, and +so much of those around her. Let us try to be like Hilda; +she was much happier, I am sure, than restless Katie, for +there is nothing nicer than to bring sunshine into the lives +of others, and this we do by being helpful.</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard.)</div> + +<div class='poem'> +<b>Think of Others when you are at Table;</b><br /> +<b>Pass Things and Help all you can.</b><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span></p> + +<div class='sectiontitle'>(<span class="smcap">Upsetting Things at Table.</span>) +<br /> +127. Leslie and the Christmas Dinner</div> + +<p>We heard of people who were clumsy in another Story +Lesson (<a href="#SL_102">No. 102</a>), and I am afraid Leslie was a little like +them.</p> + +<p>It was Christmas Day, and there was a large family party +at grandmamma's, to which Leslie and his mother were +invited. The dinner-table looked beautiful with its snow-white +cloth and shining silver, and its decorations of +Christmas roses and red-berried holly.</p> + +<p>The dinner-bell rang, and the guests took their places at +the table. Leslie bounced into the room, and was sitting +down on the last chair, all in a hurry, when he somehow +caught the tablecloth, and by dragging it upset the gravy, +and sent it streaming all over the nice, clean cloth. Leslie +was very sorry, and his mother was so uncomfortable at +the thought of his clumsiness, that I am afraid the dinner +was spoilt for <b>her</b>. From Leslie we learn to</p> + +<div class='blackboard'>(Blackboard)<br /> +Sit Down Carefully, so as not to Upset Anything.<br /></div> + + + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>128. Cherry Stones.</div> + +<p>If you were eating plum tart or cherry pudding, how +should you manage with the stones? (Let children try +to answer.) When a little bird eats a cherry, he drops +the stone on the ground; the bird has no spoon and fork +to eat with, so that is the best thing he can do.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span></p> + +<p>One day a boy, named Kenneth, was invited out to +dinner, and one of the dishes was cherry tart. There +was a custard pudding as well, but Kenneth thought he +would like cherry tart better, and he did not remember +that the stones might be a difficulty until he began to eat +it. He felt sure that it was not right to drop them out +of his mouth on to the plate, and he could not think +what else to do. He looked round the table, but no one +else was taking cherry tart, or he might have noticed what +another person did. At last he determined that he would +keep all the cherry stones in his cheek until dinner was +over, and put them out afterwards, when no one was +looking. But presently some one told a funny little story, +and, as Kenneth could not help laughing with the rest, +out came the cherry stones, to his great dismay.</p> + +<p>The best way is to separate the stone from the cherry +on your plate with the spoon and fork, but if you cannot +manage this, take the stone from your mouth with the +spoon, and put it gently on the edge of the plate. Everybody +has to learn these things, and as no one had +happened to tell Kenneth, of course he did not know.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXXIII. ON EATING AND DRINKING.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>129.</div> + +<div><span style="margin-left: 6em;">Key E.</span></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/chart1.png" width="500" height="281" alt="Chart 1" title="" /> +</div> +<div class='poem'>2. Food should be carried to my mouth<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Upon the fork, I see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">The knife is used to cut, and ought</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Not near the lips to be.</span><br /> +<br /> +3. When pudding comes, the <b>point</b> of spoon<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Within the mouth may go,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">But soup or broth is taken from</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The <b>side</b> of it you know.</span><br /> +<br /> +4. Without a noise I eat and drink,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">I must not spill my food,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Nor scald my mouth, nor make complaint,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">"This is not nice, not good".</span><br /> +</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>130.</div> + +<div><span style="margin-left: 6em;">Key E.</span></div> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> +<img src="images/chart2.png" width="500" height="403" alt="Chart 2" title="" /> +</div> +<div class='poem'>2. If handkerchiefs we use,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Or sneeze or cough, we try,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">When seated at our food,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">To do it quietly;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And don't forget, I pray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To turn your head away.</span><br /> +<br /> +3. When we have finished, then<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">The knife and fork should lie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Together on our plate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And hands rest quietly</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Within the lap,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> this wise,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Until mamma shall rise.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='blockquot'><p>(Explain that children should not leave table until mother has +done so, unless she gives them permission.)</p></div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>LXXIV. FINALE.</h2> + + +<div class='sectiontitle'>131. How another Queen Builded.</div> + +<p>A great many years ago, a little girl played in a garden in +London. Her father was dead, but she had a dear, good +mother, who taught her to build for herself a good and +beautiful character, for the mother knew that this would +be a better thing for the little girl to have than gold or +diamonds, because as the Fairy Queen told us, it <b>lasts for +ever</b>.</p> + +<p>As time went on the little girl grew up, and became a +great queen. She has been a queen now for more than +sixty years, and I do not think there ever was so good a +queen, and we are sure there never was one so dearly +loved. The queen has a beautiful gold crown, and beautiful +castles and palaces to live in, but these are not the things +she values most. Best of all, she has all those lovely jewels +in her character that we have been speaking about, with +"Truth" for the foundation, and it is all woven round with +the pure gold of "Kindness"; these are the jewels that are +more precious to the great queen than crowns and costly +stones.</p> + +<p>Do you know the name of this queen? It is our own +Queen Victoria.</p> + +<p>Why do we love her so much? Not because she is a +queen, simply, for queens have sometimes been wicked, but +because she is good, and true, and kind, and these jewels +make up the something that we call "character," which +when built like this is more beautiful than the Fairies' +Temple.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span></p> + +<p>And just think of it: <b>every</b> little boy and girl may build +up a good, true character, which is the most precious thing +you can have.</p> + +<p>The Story Lessons in this book have been written to help +each one of <b>you</b> who hear them to build up this beautiful +Temple of Character.</p> + +<p>The queen believes that a <b>good</b> "character" is the best +thing in the world, and I want you all to think so too.</p> + +<p>A man who was put in prison for preaching wrote a +beautiful book,<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> which you will read when you are older, +and in it there is this story.</p> + +<p>The story tells of a man who spent all his time raking +up rubbish on the floor to find gold and other things, and +<b>never once looked up</b>. But all the time there was an +angel standing behind him with a beautiful crown in her +hand, which she wanted the man to have, but he never +saw it.</p> + +<p>That is like the people who think of nothing but <b>self</b>, +instead of "looking up" and thinking of the beautiful +"stones" that build up the "Temple," which is such a +good thing to have, just as the crown was, which the man +did not see. Let us look up and see all that is beautiful and +good, so that we may become like God who made all these +things.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + + +<div class="footnotes"><h3>FOOTNOTES:</h3> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <i>Animal Intelligence</i>, Romanes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> Games Nos. 16 and 20 in "Games Without Music" illustrate above +Story Lesson.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <i>Kindergarten Guide</i>, published by Messrs. Longmans.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> Romanes' <i>Animal Intelligence</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> Romanes' <i>Animal Intelligence</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> Smiles' <i>Life of Edward</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> Romanes' <i>Animal Intelligence</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <i>Ibid.</i></p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> Romanes' <i>Animal Intelligence</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <i>Heads Without Hands.</i></p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <i>New Recitations for Infants</i>, p. 41.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <i>Kindergarten Guide</i>, Boat, p. 158, No. 35.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <i>Kindergarten Guide</i>, Nest, p. 174, No. 12; Basket, Plate 6, opposite +p. 129, No. 9 in Fig. 79.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> No. 21, "Washing One's Self" in <i>Games Without Music</i> might be +appropriately used with above subject.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> See No. 3 <i>New Recitations for Infants</i>, p. 8.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Romanes' <i>Animal Intelligence</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> The guessing rhymes, Nos. 74 to 82, headed "Natural Phenomena," +in <i>Games Without Music</i>, would follow this Story Lesson appropriately.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Nos. 15, 18 and 19 in <i>Games Without Music</i> are games that +might be used in connection with above Story Lesson.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> No. 13, in <i>Games Without Music</i> illustrates above.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Nos. 12, 27 and 28 in <i>Games Without Music</i> might follow above.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <i>Games Without Music</i>, No. 55.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> Fold hands in lap.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <i>Pilgrim's Progress.</i></p></div> +</div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p> + +<p>The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. 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