Nursery Lessons, in Words of One Syllable by Anonymous

NURSERY LESSONS, IN Words of One Syllable.



[Illustration: "See! here is a fine nag."]

See! here is a fine nag. And that is a good boy who rides on it too; for he reads his book so well, and is so neat and clean, that his kind aunt gave him this nice horse; and I am sure James takes good care of her gift.

[Illustration: "'How sad that poor old man looks!'"]

"How sad that poor old man looks!" said Mary to John: "his clothes are all in rags. I wish we had something to give him." "So do I," said John; "but my sixpence went to buy a top. Let us ask for a piece of bread for him."

[Illustration: "Round goes the mill,"]

Round goes the mill, which is of so much use to us; for it grinds the corn to flour. And who can tell what is done with it then? It is made into bread; but we must save some to make cakes and pies for good girls and boys.

[Illustration: "Ann's papa had a large dog,"]

Ann's papa had a large dog, of which she was very fond, and when Ann had a bun or cake, she would give some to Dash. One day, Ann fell into a pond, but the good dog did not let her sink, but sprang in and drew her safe to land.

[Illustration: "Oh, fie! to rob the poor bird of its young."]

Oh, fie! to rob the poor bird of its young. Sure Tom has not been told how much pains the old bird takes to build her nest, and make it soft and warm; and how far she flies, to find food for her young ones. Pray put the nest back into the tree.

[Illustration: "How hard these men work!"]

How hard these men work! they will soon have cut down that large tree, "Small strokes fell great oaks." And then the wood is of so much use to us, that I do not know what we should do if we had none. Ships are built of oak.

[Illustration: "John is a sad boy."]

John is a sad boy. He will not learn to read, though Jane takes so much pains to teach him. See how the leaves of his nice, gay book are all torn, and how he pouts his lips. We hope, as he grows up, he will see his faults, and try to mend.

[Illustration: "How hard the wind blows!"]

How hard the wind blows! and how the little boats rock to and fro! It must be sad for those poor men who have to earn their bread on the sea. I hope they will bring home a good net full of fish, that they may buy food and warm clothes for their poor wives and little ones.