The ... [First-Fourth] Reading-Book, Volume 3
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1890 Excerpt: ... 44.--THE LITTLE LAME PRINCE. II. By and by he began to learn lessons. His nurse had not been told to teach him, but she did it partly to amuse herself. She was not a stupid woman, and Prince Dolor was by no means a stupid boy. His cry, "What can I do 1 what can you find for me to do?" was now stopped, at least for an hour or two in the day. From this time a change came over the boy. He began to look sad and thin, and to shut himself up for hours without speaking. His nurse had been forbidden to tell him who he was, or what he might have been. He had no idea of anything in the world, except what he found in books. He used to think, if he could only fly out of the window, up to the sky or down to the plain, how nice it would.be! His nurse had once told him in anger that he would never leave the tower till he died. Perhaps then he might be able to do this. "I wish I had somebody to tell me all about it," he said, --" a real live person, who would be fond of me and kind to me. Ob, I want somebody, dreadfully!" As he spoke, there sounded behind him a slight tap-tap-tap, as of a stick or a cane. Twisting himself round, he saw--what do you think he saw 1 A little woman, no bigger than he might have been had his legs grown like those of other children. But she was not a child; she was an old woman. Her hair was gray, and her dress was gray. There was a gray shadow over her wherever she moved. She dropped her cane and laid two tiny hands on his shoulders. "My dear little boy, I could not come to you until you had said you wanted me. Now you do want me, here I am." "You are very welcome," replied the Prince, trying to speak politely, as princes always do in books. "May I ask who you are 1 Perhaps my mother?" He knew that little boys usually had a mother, and had wonde...
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Page 326 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 169 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Page 311 - THANKSGIVING DAY Over the river and through the wood, To Grandfather's house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the wood—• Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes, And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play— Hear the bells ring,
Page 163 - Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm. He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content. " She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged and poor and slow ; " And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand, " If ever she's poor and old and gray, .When her own dear boy is far away.
Page 253 - I am old, so old I can write a letter; My birthday lessons are done; The lambs play always, they know no better; They are only one times one.
Page 10 - Where did you get your eyes so blue ? " " Out of the sky as I came through." " What makes the light in them sparkle and spin ? " " Some of the starry spikes left in." "Where did you get that little tear ? " " I found it waiting when I got here.
Page 156 - The purple heath and golden broom, On moory mountains catch the gale, O'er lawns the lily sheds perfume, The violet in the vale; But this bold floweret climbs the hill, Hides in the forest, haunts the glen, Plays on the margin of the rill, Peeps round the fox's den.
Page 230 - Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.