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DASH AND THE GLOVE.

been taught to carry things, and to do a great many clever tricks.

One day the Duke went out with Dash to take a walk along a road. He threw his glove into a ditch, and having walked on for a mile, he sent Dash back for it.

As Dash did not return so soon as he thought he ought to do, he went back to see what was the matter, when he heard loud cries in the dis-tance. Walking on still, he saw the dog drag-ging a boy by his jack-et along the road.

The Duke asked the little boy if he had found anything; when the boy told him that he had picked up a glove in a ditch by the road side, and put it in his pock-et. The wise dog had no other way of letting his master know that his glove was in the little boy's pock-et, than by forcing the boy along with him.

Now, boys and girls, can any of you tell how Dash knew that the boy had the glove?

READING AND SPELLING COLUMNS.

WRITE.-A Duke had a very fine dog whose name was

Dash.

SCRIPT EXERCISE.

Write the names of dogs you know.

MARY had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow,

And every-where that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.

He went with her to school one day;
That was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school.

So the teacher turned him out,
But still he lin-gered near,
And waited pa-tient-ly about
Till Mary did appear.

And then he ran to her and laid
His head upon her arm,

As if he said, I'm not afraid;
You'll keep me from all harm.

What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry:

Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,”
The teacher did reply.

READING AND SPELLING COLUMNS.

QUESTIONS.

Who had a lamb? Whom did this right? Why? Where did the lamb wait? For whom? What did it do to her when she came out of school? What made the lamb love Mary?

it follow? Where did it go with her one day? What was wrong in this ? What did it make the scholars do? What did the teacher do to the lamb? Was

WRITE-Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white

THERE was a little boy whose name was Harry, and he stood by a window, and tried to catch the flies which crawled up the panes of glass. At last he got hold of one, and he pinched it so hard, that it might not get away, and the poor fly was killed. He then pulled off its legs and its wings, and brought them to show to his mother.

Oh, poor fly!" said his mother; “it is quite dead how much you must have hurt it. It will never fly about any more with these pretty wings which you have torn from its body; never run any more

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HARRY AND THE FLIES.

with all these six legs which you have pulled off; never eat and drink any more; never be gay and happy again!"

Harry looked down, and tears stood in his eyes. He had not meant to do wrong in killing the fly; he had thought only of his own sport, and not of the fly's pain; and he was very sorry for what he had done.

"You are but a little boy," said his mother, "and so you never thought that a fly could feel pain as well as yourself; but, now that you know a fly does feel pain, it would be very wrong if you ever did any thing of this kind again, either to a fly or to any other living crea-ture

To

give pain without any use is cruel; and I should not love my little Harry if he were cruel; and if you were to forget what I now tell you, I should have to punish you, in order to pre-vent your doing so any more."