MEMORY GEMS -RADED SELEOTIOjSTS IN PROSE A.'ND TERSE. FOIi THE USE OF SCHOOLS. BY W. H. LAMi!:;".T, We should lay up in our minds a store of goodly tho'iahts in ll-wrought words, which should be a living treasure of knowledge. always with us, and from which, at various times, and amidst all the khifting of circunristances, we might be sure of drawing some cot.i- fort, guidance, and sympathy, — Arthur Helps. BOSxON: PUBLISHED BY GTVN, HEATH, & CO L883. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS. UNITES STATES OF AMERICA. ^ a MEMORY GEMS: GEADED SELEOTIOITS IE" PEOSE AND VEESE, FOR THE USE OF SCHOOLS. BY W>- H. LAMBERT, SUPERINTENDENT OF SCHOOLS, MALDEN, MASS. -K We should lay up in our minds a store of goodly thoughts in well-wrought words, which should be a living treasure of knowledge, always with us, and fronn which, at various times, and amidst all the shifting of circumstances, we might be sure of drawing some com- fort, guidance, and sympathy. — Arthur Helps. BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY GIK^T, HEATH, &C0. 1883. Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1883, by GINN, HEATH, & CO., In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. J. S. Gushing & Co., Printers, 115 High Street, Boston. The thanks of the editor are due to Messes. Houghton. Mifflin & Co., for the generous permission to use passages from their copyrighted authors. PEEFAOE. THE value of committing to memory in childhood choice passages of prose and verse cannot be over- rated. Although the practice as a school exercise is of late introduction among us, yet it has long been insisted on in the programmes of schools in England, and espe- cially on the continent of Europe. It was made much of by the early writers on education, and it is now recognized by the best teachers everywhere as an essen- tial part of school training. As a means of moral culture, it is of inestimable importance. The elevated and noble sentiments the selections embody refine the manners, exalt the feelings, and stimulate the moral energies of the child. He who when a boy stores his mind with the best precepts for the guidance of life, cannot go far astray when a man. A recitation of " memory gems " should be made each morning a part of the opening exercises af the school. What better preparation for the day's work can the teacher make, than by bathing, as it were, the minds of his pupils iu the living fountains of thought which have issued from the noblest souls. iv PREFACE. The teacher should see to it that the selections are not committed mechanically. It is not simply the words that are to be put in the memory — it is the thought that is to be made felt. The passages to be committed should be explained, and their meaning enforced. With younger children, especially, it is well for the teacher first to repeat the exercise, thus by example inculcating the proper tones and inflections. To derive from these exercises the benefit which they contemplate, the pas- sages committed should often be reproduced. The pupil should not only be able to say the selection, but he should repeat it so often that it becomes in- woven with the very fibre of his mind. This book contains three hundred and forty-six "gems," selected from more' than one hundred and fifty authors, and embraces a wide range of thought and sentiment. The selections have been arranged in three groups, for primary, intermediate, and advanced classes. A closer gradation seems to the editor imprac- ticable. The book has been prepared with a firm conviction of the importance of the practice which it is designed to encourage, and is offered in the hope that teachers may be assisted by it in making such selections as are most worthy to be treasured in the minds of those under their charge. Malden, December 22, 1883. IlfDEX OF AUTHOES. Abbey, Henry, 90. Addison, Joseph, 91. Alger, Horatio, 50. Alger, W. R., 95. Bacon, Francis, 135. Bailey, Philip J., 84, 86, 142. Banks, G. L., 86. Barbauld, Mrs. Letitia, 131. Barry, Michael J., 142. Benjamin, Park, 76. Berkeley, Bishop George, 83. Blake, William, 35. Bonar, H., 92. Bossuet, 125. Browning, Robert, 100. Browning, Elizabeth Barrett, 58. Bryant, William C, 106, 128, 148. Bm'ke, Edmund, 104. Bm-ns, Robert, 87, 120, 136. Butler, Samuel, 95. Butts, Mrs. M. F., 9. Byrd, W^illiam, 93. Byron, Lord, 111, 113, 136, 144. Campbell, Thomas, 94. Gary, Alice, 63, 75. Gary, Phoebe, 22. Garlyle, Thomas, 104, 116. Chesterfield, Lord, 116. Child, Lydia Maria, 30. Cicero, 132. Clark, Luella, 24, 41. Clough, Arthur Hugh, 142, 144. Cook, Eliza, 53. Coleridge, S. T., 33, 77. Colesworthy, M. D. C, 65, 105. Confucius, 143. Congreve, William, 131. Cornwall, Barry, 124. Cotton, Nathaniel, 149. Cowper, William, 95, 117, 122. Cranch, C. P., 91. Dickens, Charles, 130. Dodge, Mary Mapes, 48, 49. Doddridge, Philip, 141. Dolcken, H. W., 18, 23. Douglass, Marian, 23. Drake, Joseph Rodman, 119. Dwight, Timothy, 118. Dwight, J. S., 125. Dyer, Edward, 109. - Earle, N"., 68. Eliot, George, 150. Eliot, Henrietta R., 56. Elliot, Ebeuezer, 126. VI INDEX OF A UTHORS. •"^Emerson, Ralph Waldo, 67, 117, 134, 137, 142. Epictetus, 131. Erasmus, 129. Faber, F. W., 106. Fairholt, F. W., 53. Fawcett, Edgar, 49. Fichte, 136. Fields, James T., 51, 97. Fletcher, John, 89. FoUen, Mrs. Eliza, 33. Garrison, William Lloyd, 99. Goethe, 122. Goldsmith, Oliver, 151. Goodwin, Mrs., 28. Gough, John B., 122. Gray, Thomas, 88. Hale, Mrs., 108. Hall, Bishop, 103. Hamilton, Alexander, 117. Hawkesworth, Mrs., 77. Heath, C. B., 69. Herrick, Robert, 87. Herbert, George, 101. Hillhouse, James H., 140. Holland, J. G., 108, 115, 135. Holmes, O. W., 102. Houghton, George, 90, 139. Houghton, Lord, 135. Ingelow, Jean, 38, 64. Jefferson, Thomas, 152. Jewett, Sarah O., 17. Jones, Sir William, 121. Jonson, Ben, 133. Keats, John, 99. Keble, John, 118. Kingsley, Charles, 28, 59, 62, 101. Larcom, Lucy, 20, 66, 127, 140. Locke, John, 107. Longfellow, H. W., 42, 61, 74, 79, 94, 95, 98, 113, 115, 120, 129, 131, 144, 149, 150. Lowell, James Russell, 125, 143. Lovelace, Richard, 94. Lytton, Bulwer, 113, 129, 134. Macdonald, George, 3. Mackay, Charles, 57. Massey, Gerald, 116. Mathews, William, 138. McCarthy, Dennis Florence, 132. Milton, John, 105, 147. Montgomery, James, 91, 137. Moore, Thomas, 118. N'ewman, J. H., 89. O'Reilly, John Boyle, 90. Osgood, F. S., 90. Osgood, H. S., 98. Pitt, William, 153. Plautus, 119. Plutarch, 115. Pope, Alexander, 105, 129, 134, 141. Porter, President, 112. Prescott, Mary M., 39. Preston, Margaret J., 101. Reynolds, Bishop, 104. Rochester, Earl of, 109. INDEX OF AUTHORS. Yil Rogers, Samuel, 145. Eosetti, Christina G., 100. Ruskin, John, 133. Savage, M. J., 96. Saxe, J. G., 97. Schiller, 138, 146. Scott, Sir Walter, 93, 110, 151. Seneca, 128. Shakespeare, William, 89, 92, 100, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 123, 124, 126, 127, 129, 130, 141, 145, 148, 149. Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 88. Southey, Robert, 98. Stael, Madame de, 137. Stacy, Joel, 9. Stodart, M. A., 16. Story, W. W., 143. TaKonrd, T. ]^., 147. Tennyson, Alfred, 7, 72, 83, 84, 110, 114, 123, 130, 135, 139, 141, 143. Thackeray, William M., 133. Thomson, James, 99. Trench, Richard Chevevix, 102. Ware, Henry, Jr., 126. Watts, Isaac, 50. Webster, Daniel, 123. Whittier, J. G., 55, 111. Wilcox, Carlos, 84. Wise, Henry A., 54. AVordsworth, William, 85, 92, 102, 109, 129, 132, 136, 140. Wotton, Sir Henry, 112. Yomig, Edward, 96, 146. PEIMAKY CLASSES, Selections for Primary Classes. 5>^C THE BABY. Where did you come from,- baby dear ? Out of the everywhere into here. Where did you get your eyes so blue ? Out of the skies as I came through. Where did you get that little tear? I found it waiting when I got here. What makes your forehead so smooth and high? A soft hand stroked it as I went by. What makes your cheek like a warm Avhite rose? I saw something better than any one knows: Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Where did you get this pearly ear? God spoke, and it came out to hear. Where did you get these arms and hands ? Love made itself into hooks and bands. SELECTIONS FOR Feet, whence did you come, you darling things? From the same box as the cherubs' wings. How did they all come to be just you? God thought of me, and so I grew. But how did you come to us, you dear? God thought of you, and so I'm here. Geo. Macdonald. THE CHILD'S WORLD. Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful world, With the wonderful water round you curled, And the wonderful grass upon your breast — Wdrld, you are beautifully drest. The wonderful air is over me. And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree ; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills, And talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You friendly earth ! how far do jom go With the wheat-fields that nod and the rivers that flow, With cities, and gardens, and cliffs, and isles, And people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah! you are so great and I am so small, I tremble to think of you, world, at all; And yet, when I said my prayers to-day, A whisper inside me seemed to say: You are more than the earth, though you are such a dot ; You can love and think, and the earth cannot. Lilliput Lectures. PRIMARY CLASSES, A GOOD NAME. Childrek, choose it, Don't refuse it; 'Tis a precious diadem; Highly prize it, Don't despise it ; You will need it when you are men. Love and cherish, Keep and nourish; 'Tis more precious far than gold ; Watch and guard it, Don't discard it ; You will need it when you are old. TWO AND ONE. Two ears and only one month have you ; The reason, I think, is clear: It teaches, my child, that it will not do To talk about all you hear. Two eyes and only one month have you ; The reason of this must be, That you should learn that it will not do To talk about all you see. Two hands and only one mouth have you. And it is worth while repeating: The two are for work you will have to do The one is for eating. SELECTIONS FOR MOTION RECITATION. This is east, and this way west, Soon I'll learn to say the rest; This is high, and this is low, Only see how much I knoAv. This is narrow, this is Avide, Something else I know beside.. Down is where my feet you see. Up is where my head should be ; Here's my nose, and here my eyes; Don't you think I'm getting wise? Now my eyes wide open keep, Shut them when I go to sleep. Here's my mouth, and here's my chin, Soon to read I shall begin ; Ears I have as you can see. Of much use they are to me ! This my right hand is, you see, This my left, as all agree ; Overhead I raise them high, Clap ! clap ! clap ! I let them fly. If a lady in the street. Or my teacher I should meet, From my head my cap I take, And a bow like this I make. Now I fold my arms up so, To my seat I softly go. PRIMARY CLASSES. LITTLE BIRDIE. What does little birdie say, In her nest at peep of day? "Let me fly," says little birdie, "Mother, let me fly away." "Birdie, rest a little longer. Till the little wings are stronger." So she rests a little longer. Then she flies away. What does little baby say. In her bed at peep of day? Baby says, like little birdie, "Let me rise and fly away." "Baby, sleep a little longer. Till the little limbs are stronger. If she sleeps a little longer. Baby, too, shall fly away." Alfred Tennyson. TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR. Twinkle, twinkle, little star! How I Avonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a diamond in the sky. When the glorious sun is set. When the grass with dew is wet, SELECTIONS FOR Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle all the night. In the dark-blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye. Till the sun is in the sky. • As your bright and tiny spark Guides the traveller in the dark. Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star ! THE ANGEL'S LADDER. "If there were a ladder, mother, Between the earth and sky, As in the days of the Bible, I would bid you all good-by. And go through every country. And search from town to town, Till I had found the ladder, With angels coming down. "Then I would wait quite softly. Beside the lowest round. Till the sweetest-looking angel Had stepped upon the ground; I would pull his dazzling garment, And speak out very plain. Will you take me, please, to heaven. When you go back again ? " PRIMARY CLASSES. "All, darling," said the mother, "You need not wander so To find the golden ladder Where angels come and go. Wherever gentle kindness Or pitying love abounds, There is the wondrous ladder. With angels on the rounds." Mrs. M. F. Butts. THE SWEET RED ROSE. " GoOD-MOREOW, little rose-bush. Now prythee tell me true : To be as sweet as a sweet red rose. What must a body do?" "To be as sweet as a sweet red rose, A little girl like you just grows, and grows, and grows, and grows, — And that's what she must do." Joel Stacy. BAD "I CAN'T." "Leave our school-room, Bad 'I Can't'; Leave it now forever ! We will try, and try again, And listen to you never. 10 SELECTIONS FOR "Leave us, leave lis, Bad 'I Can't'; You have naughty brothers, — 'Will,' and 'Shall,' and 'Won't,' and 'Shan't,' And too many others. " Good-by, good-by. Bad 'I Can't'; Shut the door behind you ; In this school-room nevermore Shall our teacher find you." Our Little Ones. DON'T FRET. Don't be in a pet; You never should fret, But laugh, and try to be good. You never should scold; Do what you are told. As little ones always should. BE CHEERFUL. Tey to be cheerful; Never be fearful, Or think that the sky will fall. Let the sky tumble, Fear not the rumble. It never can hurt you at all. PRIMARY CLASSES. 11 BE A MAN. O fie! Do not cry, If you hit your toe ; Say " Oh ! " And let it go. Be a man If you can, And do not cry. HASTE IS WASTE, Live and learn; Do not burn Your fingers in the fire. Do not run, Just for fun. Your little legs to tire. Learn to talk. Learn to walk. But do not be in haste ; Stub 3^our toes. Hurt your nose. And learn that haste is waste. Do your best, your very best. And do it every day. Little boys and little girls. That is the wisest way. 12 SELECTIONS FOR GOD'S LOVE. God cares for every little cliilcl That on this large earth liveth ; He gives them home and food and clothes, And more than these God giveth. He gives them all their loving friends, He gives each child its mother ; He gives them all the happiness Of loving one another. He makes the earth all beautiful ; He makes thine eyes to see ; And touch and hearing, taste and smell, He gives them all to thee. What can a little child give God? From his bright Heavens above The great God smiles and reaches down, To take his children's love. NEVER PLAY TRUANT. LiSTEK to me, now, My dear little lad : Never play truant; 'Tis naughty and bad. Others will scorn you. And point as you pass: "Look at the boy At the foot of his class ! PRIMARY CLASSES. 13 While jou are growing Learn all that you can, Or you will be sorry When you are a man. THE CHILD AND THE RAIN-DROPS. PlTTEE-PATTER, pitter-patter, On the window-pane I Oh, where do you come from, You little drops of rain? Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Is what I hear you say; Tell me, little rain-drops, Is this the way you play? I sit here at the window; I've nothing else to do ; Oh, how I'd like to play This rainy day with you ! The little rain-drops cannot speak ; But, " pitter-patter, pat " Means, "we play on this side, But you must play on that." THE GOLDEN RULE. To do to all men as I would That they should do to me. Will make me kind, and just, and good, And so I'll try to be. 14 SELECTIONS FOR A CHILD'S WISH. I WISH I were a note From a sweet bird's throat ! I'd float on forever, And melt away never ! I would I were a note From a sweet bird's throat ! But I am what I am ! As content as a lamb. No new state I'll covet ; For how long should I love it ? No, I'll be what I am, — As content as a lamb I THE BOY WHO NEVER TOLD A LIE. Once there was a little boy, With curly hair and pleasant eye — A boy who always told the truth, And never, never told a lie. And when he trotted off to school. The children all about would cry, " There goes the curly-headed boy — The boy that never tells a lie." And everybody loved him so. Because he always told the truth. That every day, as he grew up, 'Twas said, " There goes the honest youth." And when the people that stood near Would turn to ask the reason why, The answer would be alwa3^s this: " Because he never tells a lie." PRIMARY CLASSES. 15 GOD'S CARE. Knowest thou how many stars There are shining in the sky? Knowest thou how many clouds Every day go floating by? God, the Lord, has counted all ; He would miss one, should it fall. Knowest thou how many babes Go to little beds at night. That, without a care or trouble. Wake up with the morning light? God, in Heaven, each name can tell. Knows thee too, and loves thee well. HARK! MY CHILDREN! Haek! hark! O my children, hark! When the sky has lost its blue. What do the stars sing in the dark? "We must sparkle, sparkle through." What do leaves say in the storm, Tossed in whispering heaps together ? " We can keep the violets warm. Till they wake in fairer weather." What do happy birdies say, Flitting through the gloomy wood? "We must sing the gloom away — Sun or shadow — God is good." 16 SELECTIONS FOR THE DARLING LITTLE GIRL. Who's the darling little girl Everybody loves to see? She it is whose sunny face Is as sweet as sweet can be. Who's the darling little girl Everybody loves to hear? She it is whose pleasant voice Falls like music on the ear. Who's the darling little girl Everybody loves to know? She it is whose acts and thoughts All are pure as Avhitest snow. ONE THING AT A TIME. WoEK while you work, Play while you play; This is the way To be cheerful and gay. All that you do Do with your might; Things done by halves Are never done right. One thing each time, And that done well. Is a very good rule, As many can tell. PRIMARY CLASSES. 17 Moments are useless Trifled away; So work while you work, And play while you play. M. A. Stodart. DISCONTENT. Down in a field, one day in June, The flowers all bloomed together, Save one, who tried to hide herself. And drooped that pleasant weather. A robin, who had flown too high. And felt a little lazy, Was resting near a buttercup Who wished she were a daisy. For daisies grew so trig and tall! She always had a passion For wearing frills around her neck, In just the daisies' fashion. And buttercups must always be The same old tiresome color; While daisies dress in gold and white, Although their gold is duller. "Dear Robin," said the sad young flower, "Perhaps you'd not mind trying To find a nice white frill for me. Some day Avhen you are flying ? " 18 SELECTIONS FOR '^ You silly thing ! " the robin said, "I think you must be crazy: I'd rather be my honest self, Than any made-up daisy. " You're nicer in your own bright gown, The little children love you; Be the best buttercup you can, And think no flower above you. " Though swallows leave me out of sight. We'd better keep our places ; Perhaps the world would all go wrong With one too many daisies. "Look bravely up into the sky. And be content with knowing That God wished for a buttercup Just here, where you are growing." Sarah O. Jewett. PATIENCE. The fisher who draws his net too soon. Won't have any fish to sell ; The child who shuts up his book too soon. Won't learn any lessons well. For if you would have your learning stay, Be patient, don't learn too fast; The man who travels a mile each day, Will get round the world at last. H. W. DOLCKEN. PRIMARY CLASSES. 19 STOP, STOP, PRETTY WATER! " Stop, stop, pretty water ! " Said Mary, one day. To a frolicksome brook That was running awa}^. " You run on so fast ! I wish you would stay; My boat and my flowers You will carry away. "But I will run after, — Mother says that I may, — For I would know where You are running away." So Mary ran on; But I have heard say, That she never could find Where tlie brook ran away. CHILDREN. Oh, blessed things are children — The gifts of heavenly love ! They stand betwixt our worldly hearts And better things above. They link us with the spirit world By purity and truth, And keep our hearts still fresh and young With the presence of their youth ! From "Blackwood. 20 SELECTIONS FOR THE SONG OF THE THRUSH. There's a merry brown thrush sitting up in the tree : He's singing to me ! he's singing to me ! And what does he say, little girl, little boy ? " Oh, the world's running over with joy ! Don't you hear ? Don't you see ? Hush ! look ! in my tree I'm as happy as happy can be ! " And the brown thrush keeps singing, " A nest, do you see, And five eggs hid by me in the juniper tree ? Don't meddle, don't touch, little girl, little boy, Or the world will lose some of its joy ; Now I'm glad ! now I'm free ! And I always shall be. If you never bring sorrow to me." So the merry brown thrush sings away in the tree, To you and to me, to you and to me ; And he sings all the day, little girl, little boy : " Oh, the world's running over with joy ! But long it won't be — Don't you know ? don't you see ? Unless we are as good as can be ! " Lucy Larcom. If wisdom's Avays j^ou wisely seek, Five things observe with care : To whom you speak, of whom you speak. And how, and when, and where. PRIMARY CLASSES. 21 TIME. " Sixty seconds make a minute, Sixty minutes make an hour ; " If I were a little linnet, Hopping in lier leafy bower, Then I should not have to sing it: "Sixty seconds make a minute." "Twenty-four hours make a day, Seven days will make a week ; " And while we all at marbles play, Or run at cunning "hide and seek," Or in the garden gather flowers. We'll tell the time that make the hours. In every month the weeks are four. And twelve whole months will make a year; Now I must say it o'er and o'er. Or else it never will be clear; So once again I will begin it : "Sixty seconds make a minute." THE WISEST PLAN. Suppose, my little lady. Your doll should break her head, Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and nose were red? Then wouldn't it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say you're glad 'twas dolly's. And not your head that's broke? 22 . SELECTIONS FOR Suppose your task, my little man, Is very hard to get, Will it make it any easier For you to. sit and fret? Then -wouldn't it be wiser, Than waiting like a dunce, To go to work in earnest, And learn the thing at once? Suppose the world doesn't please you, Nor the way some people do. Do you think the whole creation Will be altered, just for you ? Then isn't it, my boy or girl, The wisest, bravest plan. Whatever comes, or doesn't come, To do the best you can? Phcebe Gary. KIND WORDS. Kind words can never die — Cherished and blessed ; God knows how deep they lie, Stored in the breast. Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times. Ay, in all years and climes. Distant and near, Kind words can never die; Deep in the soul they lie, God knows how dear. PRIMARY CLASSES. 23 THE SONG OF THE BEE. Buzz-z-z-z-z — buzz ! This is the song of the bee. His legs are of yellow, A jolly good fellow, And yet a great worker is he. In days that are sunny He's getting his honey ; In days that are cloudy " He's getting his wax: On pinks and on lilies, And gay daffodillies, And columbine blossoms He levies a tax. Buzz-z-z-z-z — buzz ! From morning's first gray light. Till fading of daylight. He's singing and toiling The summer day through. Oh! we may get weary And think work is dreary: 'Tis harder by far To have nothing to do. Marian Douglas. SPEAK THE TRUTH. Speak the truth, and speak it ever, Cost it what it will; He who hides the wrong he did, Does the wrong thing still. H. W. DOLCKEN. 24 SELECTIONS FOR POLITENESS. Good boys and girls should never say " I will ! " and " give me these ! " Oh, no ; that never is the way, But, " Mother, if you please." And " If you please," to sister Ann, Good boys to say are ready ; And " Yes, sir," to a gentleman. And " Yes, ma'am," to a lady. DO YOUR DUTY! Do your duty ! little man, That is the way; There's some duty in the plan Of every day. Every day has some new task For your hand; Do it bravely, — that's the way Life grows grand. " Do your duty ! " say the stars. That so bright, Through the midnight's dusky bars. Drop their light. " Do your duty ! " says the sun. High in heaven; To dutiful, when tasks are done, Crowns are given — PRIMARY CLASSES, 25 Crowns of power and crowns of fame — Crowns of life ; In glory burns the victor's name, After strife. Do your duty, never swerve — Smooth or rough — Until God, whom all we serve, Says "Enough." LucELLA Clark. WHAT GOD SEES. When the winter snow-flakes fall, God in heaven can count them all ; When the stars are shining bright. Out upon a frosty night, God can tell them all the same, God can give each star its name. God in heaven can also see Children in their play agree. Never rude, or cross, or wild. Always kind, forbearing, mild ; Angels from their homes of light Gladly look on such a sight. Bad Thought's a thief! he acts his part; Creeps through the window of the heart; And, if he once his way can win. He lets a hundred robbers in. 26 SELECTIONS FOR GOOD COUNSEL. GuAED, my child, thy tongue, That it speak no wrong; Let no evil word pass o'er it ; Set the watch of truth before it. That it speak no wrong. Guard, my child, thy tongue. Guard, my child, thy ej^es; Prying is not wise ; Let them look on what is right ; From all evil turn their sight. Guard, my child, thine ear; Wicked words will sear ; Let no evil words come in That may cause the soul to sin. Ear, and eye, and tongue, Guard while thou art young; For, alas ! these busy three Can unruly members be. Guard while thou art young, Ears, and eyes, and tongue. HEROES. The heroes are not all six feet tall ; Large souls may dwell in bodies small. The heart that will melt with sympathy For the poor and the weak, whoe'er it be, Is a thing of beauty, Avhether it shine In a man of forty or a lad of nine. PRIMARY CLASSES. 27 THE LITTLE CORPORAL'S SONG. Bold as an arrow-stroke, Swift as the light, Brave little hearts of oak, On for the right. Life is a tented field — Soldiers are we ; Ne'er to the foeman yield — Dare to be free ! Free from the foes that kill All we most prize. Fierce and ungoverned will. Hatred and lies. Free from the silken chains Idleness weaves ; Free from the blush and pain CoAvardice weaves. Loyal and dutiful. True as the sun — Heights of the beautiful Yet to be won. Conscience on picket-guard, Hope in the rear; Faith as our shield and ward, God ever near. On, 'neath our starry flag. Fighting the wrong ! Hill-top and distant crag. Echo our song. From ^'■The Little Corporal." 28 SELECTIONS FOR THE OLD LOVE. I ONCE had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world. Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears. And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my j)oor little doll, dears. As I played on the heath one day; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played on the heath one day; Folks say she is terribly changed, dears. For her paint is all washed away ; And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled; Yet for old sake's sake she is still, dears. The prettiest doll in the world. Charles Kingsley. IS IT YOU? There is a child — a boy or girl — - I'm sorry it is true — Who doesn't mind when spoken to : Is it? — It isn't you! no, it can't be you ! I know a child — a boy or girl — I'm loathe to say I do — Who struck a little playmate child: Was it? — It wasn't you! 1 hope that 'twasn't you! PRIMARY GLASSES. 29 I know a cliilcl — a boy or girl — I hope that such are few — Who told a lie; yes, told a lie! Was it ? — It wasn't you ! It cannot be 'twas you! There is a boy — I know a boy — I cannot love him though — Who robs the little birdies' nests; Is it ? — It can't be you ! That bad boy can't be you ! A girl there is — a girl I know — And I would love her too, But that she is so proud and vain; Is it ? — It can't be you ! That surely isn't you! Mks. Goodwin. LITTLE SUNBEAMS. Kind words are little sunbeams. That sparkle as they fall; And loving smiles are sunbeams, A light of joy to all. In sorrow's eye they dry the tear. And bring the fainting heart good cheer. KIND HEARTS. Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots. Kind words are the blossoms, Kind deeds are the fruits. 30 SELECTIONS FOR WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST? " To-WHiT ! To-whit ! To-whee ! Will you listen to me? Who stole four eggs I laid?" "Not I," said the cow, "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do. I gave you a whisp of hay, But didn't take your nest away. Not I," said the cow. "Moo-oo! Such a thing I'd never do." " Bobolink ! Bobolink ! Now what do you think? Who stole a nest away From the plum-tree to-day?" "Not I," said the dog; "Bow-wow! I wouldn't be so mean anyhow ! I gave hairs the nest to make ; But the nest I did not take. Not I," said the dog; "Bow-wow! I'm not so mean anyhow ! " " Coo-coo ! Coo-coo ! Coo-coo ! Let me speak a word to you! Who stole that pretty nest From little yelloAV-breast ?" "Not I," said the sheep; "Oh, no! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so. I gave wool the nest to line ; But the nest was none of mine. PRIMARY CLASSES. 31 Baa ! Baa ! " said the sheep ; " Oh, no ! I wouldn't treat a poor bird so ! " '-'• Caw ! Caw ! " cried the crow ; " I should like to know What thief took away A bird's nest to-day." " Cluck ! Cluck ! " said the hen, " Don't ask me again ! Why, I haven't a chick Would do such a trick. We all gave her a feather, And she wove them together. I'd scorn to intrude On her and her brood. Cluck ! Cluck ! " said the hen ; " Don't ask me again ! " " Chirr-a- whirr ! Chirr-a-whirr ! All the birds make a stir ! Let us find out his name. And all cry, ' for shame 1 ' " " I would not rob a bird," Said little Mary Green; "I think I never heard Of anything so mean." "It is very cruel, too," Said little Alice Neal; " I wonder if he knew How sad the bird would feel." 32 SELECTIONS FOR A little boy hung clown liis head, And went and hid behmd the bed ; For he stole that pretty nest From poor little yellow-breast. And he felt so full of shame, He didn't like to tell his name. Lydia Maria Child. I'LL TRY. Two robin red-breasts built their nest Within a hollow tree; The hen sat quietly at home, The cock sang merrily; And all the little ones said, " Wee- wee I wee-wee ! wee-wee ! " One day the sun was warm and bright, And shining in the sky ; Cock Robin said, " My little dears, 'Tis time you learned to fly." And all the little ones said, "I'll try! I'll try! I'll try!" I know a child, and who she is I'll tell you by and by ; When mamma says, " Do this," or " that," She says, "What for?" and "why?" She'd be a better child by far If she would say, " I'll try." s PRIMARY CLASSES. 33 ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION. Do you ask what tlie birds say? The sparrow, the dove, The linnet, and thrush, say " I love and I love ! " In the winter they're silent, the wind is so strong ; What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song ; But green leaves and blossoms and sunny warm weather, And singing and loving, all come back together ; But the lark is so brimful of gladness and love, The green fields below him, the blue sky above, That he sings, and he sings, and forever sings he, ''I love my love, and my love loves me." S. T. Coleridge. THE MOON. Oh, look at the moon ! She is shining up there ; O mother, she looks Like a lamp in the air ! Last week she Avas smaller, And shaped like a bow ; But now she's grown bigger, And round as an O. Pretty moon, pretty moon. How you shine on the door. And make it all bright On my nursery floor ! 34 SELECTIONS FOR You shine on my playthings, And show me their place ; And I love to look np At your pretty, bright face. And there is a star Close by you ; and may be That small twinkling star Is your little baby. Mrs. Follen. WE ARE BUT MINUTES. We are but minutes — little things. Each one furnished with sixty wings. With which we fly on our unseen track. And not a minute ever comes back. We are but minutes — yet each one bears A little burden of joys and cares. Patiently take the minutes of pain — The worst of minutes cannot remain. We are but minutes — when we bring A few of the drops from pleasure's spring. Taste their sweetness while we stay — It takes but a minute to fly away. We are but minutes — use us well. For how we are used we must one day tell ; Who uses minutes has hours to use — Who loses minutes whole years must lose. PRIMARY CLASSES. 35 THE PIPER AND CHILD. Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a cliild. And he laughing, said to me : "Pipe a song about a lamb." So I piped with meny cheer. " Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear. '' Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer." So I sang the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. "Piper, sit thee down and write, In a book that all may read." So he vanished from my sight. And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen; And I stained the water clear ; And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. William Blake. LITTLE KEYS. Heaets, like doors, can ope with ease To very, very little keys; And don't forget that two are these : "I thank you, sir," and "If you please." SELECTIONS FOR LITTLE THINGS. Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, Make the mighty ocean And the pleasant land. Thus the little minutes. Humble though they be, Make the mighty ages Of eternity. So our little errors Lead the soul away From the path of virtue. Oft in sin to stray. Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above. A MILLION little diamonds Twinkled on the trees ; And all the little maidens said, " A jewel, if you please ! " But while they held their hands outstretched. To catch the diamonds gay, A million little sunbeams came And stole them all away. PRIMARY CLASSES. 37 TRY, TRY AGAIN. Here's a lesson all shonld heed — Try, try, try again ! If at first yon don't sncceed, Try, try, try again ! Let yonr coin-age well appear ; If yon only persevere You will conqner, never fear ; Try, try, try again ! Twice or thrice thongh yon shonld fail. Try again ! If at last yon would prevail. Try again ! When you strive, there's no disgrace Though you fail to win the race ; Bravely, then, in such a case. Try, try, try again ! Let the thing be e'er so hard, Try again I Time will surely bring reward, Try again ! That which other folks can do, Why, with patience, may not you ? Try, try, try again ! 38 SELECTIONS FOR SEVEN TIMES ONE. There's no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's, no rain left in heaven. I've said my " seven times " over and over, — Seven times one are seven. .1 am old, — so old I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done. The lambs play always, — they know no better ; , They are only one times one. moon ! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low. You were bright — ah, bright — but your light is fading ; You are nothing now but a bow. You moon ! have you done something wrong in heaven. That God has hidden your face? 1 hope, if you have, you will • soon be forgiven. And shine again in your place. O velvet bee ! you're a dusty fellow, — You've powdered your legs with gold! O brave marshmary-buds, rich and yellow, Give me your money to hold ! O columbine ! open your folded wrapper, Where two twin turtle-doves dwell ! cuckoo-pint ! toll me the purple clapper That hangs in your clear green bell I And show me your nest, with the young ones in it ; I will not steal them away ; 1 am old! you may trust me, linnet, linnet! I am seven times one to-day. Jean Ingelow. PRIMARY CLASSES. 39 LOVE ONE ANOTHER. Children, do you love each other? Are you always kind and true ? Do you always do to others As you'd have them do to you? Are you gentle to each other ? Are you careful, day by day. Not to give offence by actions Or by anything you say? Little children, love each other, Never give another pain ; If your brother speak in anger. Answer not in wrath again. Be not selfish to each other — Never mar another's rest. Strive to make each other happy. And you will yourself be blest. THE DANDELION. Little gypsy Dandelion, Dancing in the sun. Have you any curls to sell? " Not a single one ! " Have you any eggs and cheese To go a-marketing ? "I have neither one of these. For beggar or for king." 40 SELECTIONS FOR Little idle Dandelion, Then I'll mow you down; What is it you're good for, With your golden crown? "Oh, I gild the fields afar, In the pleasant spring. Shining like the morning star, With the light I bring." Mary X. Prescott, from " St. Nicholas. EVERY LITTLE HELPS. What if a drop of rain should plead, "So small a drop as I Can ne'er refresh the thirsty mead, I'll tarry in the sky " ? What if the shining beam of noon Should in its fountain stay, Because its feeble light alone Cannot create a day? Does not each raindrop help to form The cool, refreshing shower? And every ray of light to warm And beautify the flower? GOVERN YOUR TEMPER. He who ruleth well his heart And keeps his temper down, Acts a better, wiser part Than he who takes a town. PRIMARY CLASSES. 41 LITTLE BY LITTLE. While the new years come and the old years go, How, little by little, all things grow! All things grow, and all decay — Little by little passing away. Little by little, on fertile plain, Ripen the harvests of golden grain, Waving and flashing in the sun When the summer at last is done. Low on the ground an acorn lies — Little by little it mounts to the skies. Shadow and shelter for wandering herds, Home for a hundred singing birds. Little by little the great rocks grew. Long, long ago, when the world was new ; Slowly and silently, stately and free. Cities of coral under the sea Little by little are builded, while so The new years come and the old. years go. Little by little all tasks are done. So are the crowns of the faithful won. So is heaven in our hearts begun. With work and with weeping, with laughter and play. Little by little the longest day And the longest life are passing away — Passing without return, while so The new years come and the old years go. LuELLA Clark. 42 SELECTIONS FOR CHILDREN. Come to me, O ye cliildren ! For I hear yon in your play, And tlie qnestions that perplexed me Have vanished qnite away. Ye open the eastern windows. That look towards the snn. When thonghts are singing swallows And brooks of morning run. In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine. In your thoughts the brooklets flow ; But in mine is the wind of Autumn And the first fall of the snow. Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more ? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before. What the leaves are to the forest. With light and air for food, Ere their sweet and tender juices Have been hardened into wood, — That to the world are children; Through them it feels a glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear PRIMARY CLASSES. 43 What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks? Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are the living poems, And all the rest are dead. Longfellow. IJSTTERMEDIATE CLASSES. Selections for Intermediate Classes. 3>@&