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dus-they have teachers as we have to tell them what they must do to be good. Our teachers are called ministers, and preach to us in the churches. The ministers, or teachers of the Hindus, are called Bramins.

The Bramins teach, that it is wicked to kill any animals; and that cows, of all animals, are the most holy. The Bramins teach that men should show great respect to cows, because they believe that God loves cows more than he loves other animals. This is not true. God loves all that he has made. The Bible says, he cares for all:"his tender mercies are over all his works." These Bramins make their chief food of rice and milk. A Bramin was one day walking on the side of a river called the Ganges. He saw a little bird pick up ants, and swallow them as fast as he could. "Wretch," cried the Bramin, as he looked at the bird, "how many ants are devoured at every mouthful of thine !" Presently a large hawk seized the small bird, and carried him off in his claws.

The Bramin pitied the poor little bird. "Poor creature!" said the Bramin," thou hast fallen into the clutches of the cruel." At the same moment, a stronger and larger bird canght the hawk, and struck him to the ground, with the little bird in his talons. The large bird was an eagle; as he was tearing the hawk, a lynx, which is a species of large cat, darted from a tree, and tore the eagle in pieces. The Bramin looked on with concern, when a ferocious tiger rushing from the wood, snatched the lynx, and began to tear him in pieces. The Bramin was about to

quit the place when he met an English soldier with his gun. The Bramin pointed to the spot where the tiger was devouring the lynx. The soldier immediately shot the tiger dead.

"Brave fellow !" exclaimed the Bramin. "I am very hungry," said the soldier, "can you give me some beef? I see you have plenty of cows."

"What! shall I kill the cows of Brama!”— "Then kill the next tiger yourself," said the soldier, and walked away.



HARRY was brother to Lucy, and Lucy was sister to Harry. Harry had just come home to his father's house: he had been left at his uncle's when he was an infant, and had always lived at his uncle's house.

Lucy lay in a little bed in a closet near her mother's room, and Harry lay in a little bed in another closet.

Early in the morning, whilst Lucy was in bed, the sun shone through the window upon her face, and wakened her; when she was quite awake, she knew that it was morning, because it was day-light; and she called to her mother, and said, Mother, may I get up?" but her mother did not answer her, she did not hear her, because she was asleep. When Lucy knew that her mother was asleep, she lay still, that she


might not disturb her, until she heard her mother stir; then, she asked her again, if she might get up; and her mother said she might.

So Lucy got up, and put on her stockings and shoes, and finished dressing herself, and then went to her mother, and asked for some breakfast. Her mother asked her to make her bed, and told her when it was made she should have some breakfast.

Little Lucy began to make her bed, and her mother went into her other closet to awaken Harry; she said, "Harry! get up!" Harry jumped out of bed in an instant, and put on his trowsers, his jacket, and his shoes. He then combed his hair, and washed his face and hands, and whilst he was wiping his hands his mother went down stairs.

As soon as Lucy had eaten the breakfast which her mother had given her, she sat down in her little chair, and took her work out of her work bag, and worked some time; then her mother told her she had worked an hour, and that she did not choose she should work any more; so Lucy got up, and brought her work to her mother, and asked her if it was done as it ought to be done.

Her mother said, "Lucy, it is done pretty well, for a little girl that is but six years old; I am pleased to see that you have tried to mend the fault which I told you of yesterday" then Lucy's mother kissed her, and said to her," put your work into your work bag, and your work bag into its place, and then come back to me." Lucy did as she was desired to do.

Lucy's mother took her little daughter out with her into the fields. As they walked along, Lucy's mother said, "I think I see some pretty flowers there; will you run and gather me a nosegay;" Lucy said, "Yes, mother," and ran away to do what her mother had desired: when she came to the place where the flowers were, she gathered two or three of the prettiest; but when she had them in her hand, she perceived that they had no smell in them, she went to a great many more, at last she found some that had a sweet smell.

She gathered some of them, and was taking them to her mother, when she saw some honeysuckles, that were very sweet, and they were very pretty too; she was glad she had found them because she knew her mother liked them; but when she came close to them, she saw they were so high from the ground that she could not reach them.

Lucy did not like to go away without taking some honey-suckles to her mother; so she walked about till she came to a place where there was a large stone; she climbed upon it, and gathered as many honey-suckles as she liked.

Whilst she was getting down, she held the flowers fast, for fear that she should drop them and she felt something prick her finger very sharply. She looked, and she saw a large bee drop down off one of the honey-suckles, which she had squeezed in her hand: she thought she had hurt the bee, and that the bee had stung her, to make her let him go.

Lucy was afraid she had hurt the bee very much, for when she opened her hand, the bee

did not fly away, but dropped down. So she looked for it on the ground, and she soon found it in some water, trying with its little legs and wings to get out, but it was not strong enough.

Lucy was very sorry for the bee, but she was afraid to touch it, lest she should hurt it again, or that it should hurt her. She thought a little while what she could do, and then she got a large stalk of a flower, and put it close to the bee, and as soon as the bee felt it, he clasped his legs round it, and Lucy raised the stalk with the bee upon it gently from the wet ground, and laid the bee upon a large flower that was near her.

The bee was sadly covered with dirt, but as soon as he felt that he was standing upon his legs again, he began to stretch his wings, and to clean himself, and to buz a little upon the flower. Lucy was glad to see that the bee did not seem to be much hurt, and she took up her nosegay, and ran as fast as she could to her mother; but the finger which the bee had stung was very sore.

She met her mother coming to her, who wondered what had made her stay so long; and when Lucy had told her what had happened, she said, "I thank you, my dear, for getting me so sweet a nosegay, and I am very sorry you have been hurt in doing it. I am sure you did not intend to hurt the poor little bee; we will walk home now, and I will put some hartshorn to your finger, and that will lessen the pain you feel."


Lucy said, indeed, mother, I did not intend to hurt the bee; I did not know that it was in my hand; but when I am going to gather flow

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