we all love the cuc-koo, be-cause its pleas-ant voice tells us spring is come.

u, as in nut.

Sum-mer is gone, and autumn is here; the reap-er cuts down the ripe corn, and the wag-gon slow-ly pass-es through the har-vest field, load-ed with the rich yel-low sheaves. The buds of the spring have blos-somed, and the sun has ri-pened them in-to ripe pur-ple fruit-plums and cur-rants, and pears, and ap-ples, and peach-es, and nuts.

Do you know that nuts grow wild in the woods, and man-y lit-tle boys and girls spend the long sun-ny af-ter-noons in nut-ting? It is rough work: man-y a coat and frock are torn, and man-y a tum-ble hap-pens in the search. But boys and girls, too, make light of these troub-les and hurts, and scram-ble through the bri-ars and un-der-wood, and jump o-ver the stumps of trees, and thrust their hands a-mong the bush-es in hunt-ing for the lar-gest clus-ters. As soon as it is dusk they hur-ry home with bags full of trea-sures, and tongues all read-y to tell of their ad-ven-tures.

ou, as in our.

The field mouse is a lit-tle brown an-i-mal, which makes its nest in a wheat or bar-ley field. It robs the farm-er of his corn for food and digs a hole in the ground, in which it hides a-way a store for win-ter use. Sometimes the plough turns up its lit-tle house, and it los-es both its hoard and its snug home. Some-times, too, the plough-man or his dog catch-es and kills the poor lit-tle mouse, as it is frisk-ing a-bout un-der the tall stalks of corn. He has oth-er en-e-mies be-sides. The owl, who comes out of her hol-low tree at night, to seek for food, oft-en poun-ces up-on the poor lit-tle mouse, and makes a meal of him, and some-times he finds him-self fast bound in the claws of the wild cat. If none of these things hap-pen, the field mouse is a hap-py, mer-ry, lit-tle fel-low, feed-ing his young ones, play-ing a-bout in the brown fur-row, or sleep-ing in his small house, as sound as you do on your nice warm bed.

SECTION V.

MISCELLANEOUS LESSONS.

LESSON I.-THE MONTHS.

It is Jan-u-a-ry. It is very cold. It snows. It freez-es. There are no leaves upon the trees. The oil is fro-zen, and the milk is fro-zen, and the riv-er is fro-zen, and ev-er-y thing in the fields is fro-zen.

All the boys are sli-ding: you must learn to slide. There is a man ska-ting. How fast he goes! You shall have a pair of skates. Take care! there is a hole in the ice. Come in. It is four o'clock. It is dark. Light the can-dles: and, Ralph! get some wood from the wood-house, and get some coals, and make a very good fire.

Feb-ru-ar-y is very cold too, but the days are long-er, and there is the yel-low cro-cus com-ing up, and there are some white snowdrops peep-ing up their lit-tle heads. Pret-ty white snow-drop, with a green stalk! May I gath-er it? Yes, you may; but you must al-ways ask leave be-fore you gath-er a flow-er. What a noise the rooks make, Caw, caw, caw; and how bus-y they are! They are go-ing to

build their nests.

There is a man plough ing

the field.

LESSON II.-THE GLOW-WORM.

What is that bright spot of green light un-der the hedge? See, there is an-oth-er and an-oth-er! Ah! they move; how fast they run a-bout! Is it fire? it is like wild-fire; they are like lit-tle stars up-on the ground.

Take one of them in your hand, it will not burn you. How it moves a-bout in my hand; my hand has fire in it. What is it? Bring it in-to the house; bring it to the can-dle. Ah, it is a lit-tle worm; it hard-ly shines at all now. It is called a glow-worm.

In some coun-tries there are in-sects which fly a-bout in the sum-mer eve-nings, and give a great deal more light than the glow-worm: you may see to read by two or three of them togeth-er. They are called fire-flies.

LESSON III.-TO A RED-BREAST.

Lit-tle bird, with bo-som red,
Wel-come to my hum-ble shed!
Dai-ly near my ta-ble steal,
While I pick my scan-ty meal.
Doubt not, lit-tle though there be,
But I'll cast a crumb to thee;

Well re paid, if I but spy,
Pleas-ure in thy glan-cing eye;
See thee, when thou'st eat thy fill,
Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill.
Come, my feath-er'd friend, a-gain!
Well thou know'st the bro-ken pane.
Ask of me thy dai-ly store;

Ev-er wel-come to my door.--Langhorne.

LESSON IV.-RAIN.

Rain comes from the clouds. Look, there are black clouds. How fast they move a-long! Now they have hid the sun. They have cov-ered up the sun, just as you cov-er up your face when you throw a hand-ker-chief o-ver it. There is a lit-tle bit of blue sky still. Now there is no blue sky at all: it is all black with the clouds. It is ver-y dark, like night. It will rain soon. Now it be-gins. What large drops! The ducks are very glad, but the lit-tle birds are not glad; they go and shel-ter them-selves un-der the trees. Now the rain is o-ver. It was on-ly a shower. Now the flowers smell sweet, and the sun shines, the lit-tle birds sing a-gain, and it is not so hot as it was be-fore it rained.