Progressive.

Keep at a distance from all bad boys.
A good child will not cheat in play.
All good men love virtue, and hate vice.
You are most happy when you are good.
The path of duty is the path of peace.
Do to others as you wish them to do to you.
Try to aid all those who are in distress.
Our parents have done much for us.
We should be grateful to our parents.
We love praise, but seldom deserve it.
Strive to be good, rather than great.
Avoid being wise in thine own conceit.
See yourself as other people see you.
Attend to the advice of the wise and good.
They who seek wisdom will surely find her.
He who loves vice will be brought to shame.
A loud laugh always shows a vacant mind.
He cannot go wrong whom virtue guides.
Virtue is more pleasant than any vice can be.
The less a person sleeps, the more he lives.
We shall regret ill-spent days that are past.
Life is half spent before we learn how to live.
It is a blessing to have good and pious parents.
He who serves God is the only truly wise.

We should always obey our parents' requests.
Never sell your virtue, to purchase wealth.
Our private deeds, if noble, are our noblest deeds.
No person is wise, or safe, but he that is honest.
Winter quickly passes, and spring resumes her reign.
But the spring of human life, alas! knows no return.

THE LAMBS.

It is very cold-And how high the wind is! There is a tree blown down. What has that man in his arms? It is a young lamb. Poor thing! how it bleats! It wants its mother-it is crying for her. I wish she could hear it: but she cannot hear; she is dead.

Pray, shepherd, take care of the little lamb, and give good new milk to drink, and keep it warm; and when it can take care of itself, and the weather is pleasant, let it sport and frisk about in the fields, and be very merry.

THE PARTRIDGE.

Hark! there is a gun let off; and a bird has dropped down, just at our feet. It is all bloody! Its wing is broken. It cannot fly any further. Poor thing! How it flutters! It is going to die. Now it does not stir. It is quite dead.

What bird is it? It is a partridge. There is a man with a gun in his hand. He is coming to get the partridge. Now he has let off his gun again. He has shot a very pretty bird indeed. It has red, and green, and purple feathers. What bird is it? It is a pheasant.

THE ORCHARD.

Let us go to the orchard. The apples are ripe. We must gather them. Fetch the basket. There is a man in that tree. He will gather all the apples that grow on these high branches. Do not climb up the ladder. Gather the apples that are on the ground.

Look at those poor little girls standing at the gate. They want to come in. They want some apples. Their fathers and mothers have no fields, nor orchards, nor gardens. Poor little girls! shall we give them some apples? Yes; fill that basket with fine ripe apples, and give them to the little girls.

O, now they are glad. How kindly they thank us. They are gone home. Perhaps they will give some of their apples to their fathers and mothers, and little brothers and sisters.

BOYS LOOKINg for birds' NESTS.

What are these boys looking for in the hedges, and among the bushes? Little boys, what do you want? We are looking for birds' nests. We want some eggs, and ome young birds. But why should you take the eggs, and the young birds? They will do you no good and the old birds, who have taken so much pains to build their nests, will be very sorry indeed to lose their eggs and their young ones.

Little boys, if you find any nests, do not rob the poor birds of their eggs, or their: young ones. You may look at the little birds in their nests, but do not frighten them do not hurt them-do not take them away from their kind parents, and from their soft, clean, warm

nests.

You would not like that any body should take you from your fathers and mothers, and your own homes, and keep you always shut up, quite alone, in a very small place, and feed you in a very strange way, and almost starve you to death.