Very small animals are called insects: such as ants, and bees and flies.

All animals, which have wings and feathers, are fowls; and those which fly a great deal, are called birds.

called quadrupeds, because they
Some beasts live on grass, and
Those which live on flesh, are
Sometimes they are called

prey.

The

Beasts are have four feet. some on flesh. called carnivorous. savage beasts, and sometimes beasts of lion, the tiger, the leopard, the bear, the wolf and the fox, are beasts of prey; that is, they kill other animals, drink their blood, and eat their flesh. Some animals crawl or creep on the earth, and are called reptiles, or creeping things. A worm

is a reptile, and a snake is a reptile.

Fishes, you know, live in water, and can no more live out of the water, than you can live in it. When taken out, they seem to be in as great pain as we should feel, if we were to walk barefoot on burning coals.

Some creatures live either in the water, or out of it, and are called amphibious. Some kinds of frogs and snakes are amphibious creatures. Ducks and geese are amphibious; but hens are not amphibious. They will not go into the water if they can help it. Sometimes, when a hen begins to set, men take away her own eggs, and put ducks eggs under her; and she hatches a brood of ducks instead of chickens, and almost as soon as they are born, if they can find a pond, they will run into it. The old hen is terribly worried with it. She thinks that they are httle fools, and that they will certainly be drowned. She runs down

to the water, and runs up again, and turns round, and crics, and screams, and coaxes them, and scolds at them, and does and says every thing she can think of to get them out; but the little rogues mind nothing about her. They play in the water, as long as they please, and then they come out safe and well.-This will do well enough for little ducks; but it would be very wrong for children, not to mind their mothers. Chickens do not go into the water, and children should not go into the water, nor do any thing else, which their father or mother forbids, or tells them not to do

The mother loves her little child; she brings it up in her arms; she nourishes its body with food; she feeds its mind wrth knowledge; if it is sick, she nurses it with tender love; she watches over

it when it is asleep; she forgets it not for a moment; she rejoices daily in its growth.

But who is the parent of the mother? Who nourishes her with good things, and watches over her with tender love, and remembers her every moment? Whose arms are about her to guard her from harm? And if she is sick, who shall heal her?

God is the parent of the mother; He is the parent of all, for he created all. All the men and all the women, who are alive in the wide world, are His children; he loveth all and is good to all.

Yes, little nest, I'll hold you fast,

And little birds, one, two, three, four; I've watch'd you long, you're mine at last, Poor little things, you'll scape no more

Chirp, cry and flutter, as you will,
Ah! simple rebels, 'tis in vain,
Your little wings are unfledg'd still:
How can you freedom then obtain?

What note of sorrow strikes my ear!

Is it their mother thus distrest! Ah yes, and see, their father dear

Flies round and round, to seek their nest.

And is it I, who cause their moan?
I, who so oft in summer's heat,
Beneath yon oak have laid me down,
To listen to their songs so sweet?

If from my tender mother's side,
Some wicked wretch should make me fly
Full well I know 'twould her betide,
To break her heart, to sink, to die

And shall I then so cruel prove,
Your little ones to force away?
No, no; together live and love;
See here they are; take them I

pray

Go gentle birds; go free as air;
While oft again, in summer's heat,
To yonder oak I will repair,

And listen to your song so sweet.

HYMN.

Come and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers! Her leaves glow like fire; the air is filled whth her sweet odor; she is the delight of every eye.

She is beautiful, but there is a fairer than she

lle that made the rose, is more beautiful than the rose; He is all lovely: He is the delight of every heart.

I will show you what is strong. The lion is strong. When he raiseth himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves, for he is very terrible.

The lion is strong, but He that made the lion is stronger than he; His anger is terible: He could make us die in a moment, and no one could save us from His hand.

I will show you what is glorious. The sun is glorious. When he shineth in the clear sky, and is seen all over the earth, he is the most glorious object the eye can behold.

The sun is glorious, but He that made the sun is more glorious than he. The eye beholdeth Him not, for His brightness is more dazzling than we could bear. He seeth in all dark places, by night as well as by day; and the light of His countenance. is over all His works. Who is that great name, and what is he called, that my lips may praise him?

This great name is God. He made all things, but He is himself more excellent than they. They are beautiful, but He is beauty; they are strong, but He is strength; they are perfect, but He is perfection.

EXPLANATIONS.

Lair. The bed of a wild beast.

Perfect. Finished. That to which nothing can be added as an improvement, is perfect. God is