Sanders' Union Reader, Number Three: Containing Exercises in Reading, Definitions, Articulation, Etc

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Ivison, Blakeman, Taylor, 1873 - Readers (Elementary) - 264 pages
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Page 135 - If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat; and if he be thirsty, give him water to drink: for thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head, and the Lord shall reward thee.
Page 130 - He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.
Page 207 - Will you come with me, my pretty one ? " I asked a little child, "Will you come with me andgatherflowers?" She looked at me and smiled. Then, in a low, sweet, gentle voice, She said, " I cannot come, I must not leave this narrow path, For I am going home.
Page xi - The Diaeresis is placed over the latter of two vowels, to show that they belong to two distinct syllables ; as, aerial.
Page 36 - LITTLE BROTHER. Little brother, darling boy, You are very dear to me ! I am happy — full of joy, When your smiling face I see. How I wish that you could speak, And could know the words I say ! Pretty stories I would seek, To amuse you every day : — All about the...
Page 49 - She threw both her arms about his neck, and kissed him ! The poor boy was wholly unprepared for such a kind return for his blow. He could not endure the generous affection of his sister^ His feelings were touched, and he burst out crying.
Page 148 - A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.
Page 143 - Tis a lesson you should heed — Try, try again. If at first you don't succeed. Try, try again, Then your courage should appear ; For, if you will persevere, You will conquer, never fear, Try, try again.
Page 181 - Even a child is known by his doings, whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.
Page 208 - I took her little hand in mine ; Together we went on ; Brighter and brighter o'er our path The blessed sunbeams shone. At length we saw the distant towers ; But ere we reached the gate, The child outstripped my lingering feet, Too overjoyed to wait.

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