"Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?"<br><br>"I'm going a-milking, Sir," she said.<br>"Shall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?"<br><br>"Oh yes, if you please, kind Sir," she said.<br>"What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?"<br>"My Father's a Farmer, Sir," she said.<br>"Sh ...
A group of boys was assembled in an open field to the west of the public schoolhouse in the town of Crawford. Most of them held hats in their hands, while two, stationed sixty feet distant from each other, were "having catch."<br><br>Tom Pinkerton, son of Deacon Pinkerton, had just returned from Brooklyn, and while there had witnessed a match game between two professional clubs. On his return he proposed that the bo ...
Bernadou clung to his home with a dogged devotion. He would not go from it to fight unless compelled, but for it he would have fought like a lion. His love for his country was only an indefinite shadowy existence that was not clear to him; he could not save a land that he had never seen, a capital that was only to him as an empty name; nor could he comprehend the danger that his nation ran; nor could he desire to go forth and spend his lifeblood ...
There was once a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called the Simpleton. He was laughed at and despised and neglected on all occasions. Now it happened one day that the eldest son wanted to go into the forest, to hew wood, and his Mother gave him a beautiful cake and a bottle of wine to take with him, so that he might not suffer from hunger or thirst. When he came to the wood he met a little old grey man, who, bidding him good-day ...
IN THE SNOW<br><br>It was a bright, wintry day. The frost jewels sparkled on the snow. The winds blew cutting cold from the north.<br><br>Phyllis, in her scarlet coat and cap, and long, warm leggings, waded in the deepest drifts she could find.<br><br>Out by the garden fence was the greatest drift. After floundering through it, Phyllis climbed up and perched on the top rail of the fence.<br><br>She ...
When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's HORSES,<br>With a Gee-wo here, and a Gee-wo there,<br><br>And here a Gee, and there a Gee, <br><br>And everywhere a Gee;<br><br>Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?<br>When I was a farmer, a Farmer's Boy,<br><br>I used to keep my master's LAMBS ...
The Bodhisatta was at one time born in the region of Himavanta as a white crane; now Brahmadatta was at that time reigning in Benares. Now it chanced that as a lion was eating meat a bone stuck in his throat. The throat became swollen, he could not take food, his suffering was terrible. The crane seeing him, as he was perched on a tree looking for food, asked, "What ails thee, friend?" He told him why. "I could free th ...
Three invalids.—Sufferings of George and Harris.—A victim to one hundred and seven fatal maladies.—Useful prescriptions.—Cure for liver complaint in children.—We agree that we are overworked, and need rest.—A week on the rolling deep?—George suggests the River.—Montmorency lodges an objection.—Original motion carried by majority of three to one.<br>&l ...
ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"<br><br>So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her fee ...
