Evenings at Home, Or, The Juvenile Budget Opened: Consisting of a Variety of Miscellaneous Pieces for the Instruction and Amusement of Young Persons
Kay & Troutman, 183 1/2 Market Street, 1849 - Children's stories, English
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Page 50 - His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand.
Page 60 - WELL, Robert, where have you been walking this afternoon ? (said Mr. Andrews to one of his pupils at the close of a holiday.) R.
Page 185 - I've held my way, A lonely unprotected stranger, To all the stranger's ills a prey. While steering thus my course precarious, My fortune still has been to find Men's hearts and dispositions various, But gentle Woman ever kind. Alive to every tender feeling, To deeds of mercy ever prone ; The wounds of pain and sorrow healing, With soft compassion's sweetest tone. No proud delay, no dark suspicion, Stints the free bounty of their heart ; They turn not from the sad petition, But cheerful aid at once...
Page 65 - I followed this little brook till it entered the river, and then took the path that runs along the bank. On the opposite side, I observed several little birds running along the shore, and making a piping noise. They were brown and white, and about as big as a snipe.
Page 64 - Well — I then took my course up to the windmill on the mount. I climbed up the steps of the mill in order to get a better view of the country round. What an extensive prospect ! I counted fifteen church-steeples ; and I saw several gentlemen's houses peeping out from the midst of green woods and plantations ; and I could trace the windings of the river all along the low grounds, till it was lost behind a ridge of hills.
Page 83 - When she comes, let me lie under the thick shade of a spreading beech tree ; let me walk with her in the early morning, when the dew is yet upon the grass ; let me wander with her in the soft twilight, when the shepherd shuts his fold, and the star of evening appears.
Page 68 - I do not wonder at your surprise, since many philosophers have been much perplexed to account for the same appearance. It is not uncommon to find great quantities of shells and relics of marine animals even in the bowels of high mountains very remote from the sea.
Page 83 - Who is this that cometh from the south, thinly clad in a light transparent garment ? Her breath is hot and sultry ; she seeks the refreshment of the cool shade ; she seeks the clear streams, the crystal brooks, to bathe her languid limbs. The brooks and rivulets fly from her, and are dried up at her approach. She cools her parched lips with berries, and the grateful acid of all fruits ; the seedy melon, the sharp apple, and the red pulp of the juicy cherry, which are poured out plentifully around...
Page 25 - Their dress was very various. Many were clad only in a thin cloth made of the long fibres of the stalk of a plant cultivated for the purpose, which they prepared by soaking in water, and then beating with large mallets. Others wore cloth woven from a sort of vegetable wool, growing in pods upon bushes. But the most singular material was a fine glossy stuff, used chiefly by the richer classes, which, as I was credibly informed, is manufactured out of the webs of caterpillars...
Page 286 - I don't mind it much, for my mammy gives me a pie now and then, and that is as good. Mr. L. — Would you not like a knife to cut sticks ? B. — I have one, — here it is, — brother Tom gave it me.