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  　　This set of graded readers published in the beginning of 20thcentury was prescribed for use in the schools of Canada. Throughoutthe work, two main aims are considered. Firstly, every lessoncenters about something in which children are interested. Secondly,the children are lead to a love of literature. Many of the storiesand poems herein contained will be found again and again by thechildren in the world’s best books.
  　　Exercises “For Study” indicate important varieties of individualwork. Both study of word-forms and study of thought in the text areincluded.
  　　The choice of selections aims to improve the taste, train thejudgment, ennoble the ideas, and exercises the imagination of thepupils. So they can develop a good preference for goodliterature.
  
  
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  　　The lessons contained in this set of books are products ofexperience in the schoolroom. They go forth in the hope ofrendering some service to teachers and to children alike.
  　　Throughout the work, the children’s point of view has been keptin mind as well as the teacher’s; First of all, they should be abook which children like to read. Every lesson centers aboutsomething in which children are interested. All teachers know thatthe
  labor of teaching is lessened when the interest of the pupils isassured.
  　　The name of the Series testifies to another aim of the book,—tolead to a love of literature. Many of the stories and poems hereincontained will be found again and again by the children in theworld’s best books. A taste for good things, developed now,will
  lead the pupils to demand good things when free to choose.
  　　Reading enables us to see with the keenest eyes, and listen tothe sweetest voices all time. The pupils are to be well-trainedthrough reading these carefully selected readers.
  目录
  CHICKEN LITTLE
  KING MIDAS
  THE LARK’S NEST
  THE BLIND MAN AND THE LAME MAN
  A MAID WITH HER BASKET OF EGGS
  THE OLD LOVE
  HERO
  THE FOX AND THE GRAPES
  THE THREE BUGS
  THE KID AND THE WOLF
  THE FROG WHO TRIED TO BE AS BIG AS AN OX
  THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
  BIRD THOUGHTS
  PLAYING STORE
  THE BOY AND THE RIVER
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  　　BLACK BEAUTY
  　　I WAS sold to a corn dealer and baker whom Jerry knew, and withhim he thought I should have good food and fair work. In the firsthe was quite right; and if my master had always been on thepremises I do not think I should have been overloaded; but therewas a foreman who was always hurrying and driving everyone, andfrequently when I had quite a full load, he would order somethingelse to be taken on. My carter, whose name was Jakes,often said itwas more than I ought to take, but the other always overruled him:“ ’Twas no use going twice when once would do, and he choseto
  　　get business forward.”
  　　Jakes, like the other carters, always had the bearing rein up,which prevented me from drawing easily, and by the time I had beenthere three or four months, I
  　　found the work telling very much on my strength. One day, I wasloaded more than usual, and part of the road was a steep uphill; Iused all my strength, but I could
  　　not get on and was obliged continually to stop. This did notplease my driver, and he laid his whip on badly. “Get on, you lazyfellow,” he said, “or I’ll make you.”
  　　Again I started the heavy load, and struggled on a few yards;again the whip came down, and again I struggled forward. The painof that great cartwhip was sharp, but my mind was hurt quite asmuch as my poor sides. To be punished and abused when I was doingmy very best was so hard it took the heart out of me. A third timehe was flogging me cruelly, when a lady stepped quickly up to himand said in a sweet, earnest voice: “Oh! pray do not whip your goodhorse any more; I am sure he is doing all he can, and the road isvery steep; I am sure he is doing his best.”
  　　“If doing his best won’t get this load up, he must do somethingmore than his best; that’s all I know, ma’am,” said Jakes.
  　　“But is it not a very heavy load?” she said.
  　　“Yes, yes, too heavy,” he said, “but that’s not my fault; theforeman came just as we were starting and would have threehundredweight more put on to save him trouble, and I must get onwith it as well as I can.”
  　　He was raising the whip again when the lady said:
  　　“Pray, stop, I think I can help you if you will let me.” The manlaughed.
  　　“You see,” she said, “you do not give him a fair chance; hecannot use all his power with his head held back as it is with thatbearing rein; if you would take
  　　it off I am sure he would do better. Do try it,” she saidpersuasively; “I should be very glad if you would.”
  　　“Well, well,” said Jakes with a short laugh, “anything to pleasea lady of course. How far would you wish it down, ma’am?”
  　　“Quite down; give him his head altogether. ’ The rein was takenoff, and in a moment I put my head down to my very knees. What acomfort it was! Then I tossed it up and down several times to getthe aching stiffness out of my neck.
  　　“Poor fellow! that is what you wanted,” said she, patting andstroking me with her gentle hand, “and now if you will speak kindlyto him and lead him on I believe he will be able to dobetter.”
  　　Jakes took the rein, —“Come on, Blackie.” I put down my head andthrew my whole weight against the collar; I spared no strength; theload moved on, and I pulled steadily up the hill and then stoppedto take breath. The lady had walked along the footpath and now cameacross into the road. She stroked and patted my neck as I had notbeen patted for many a long day.
  　　“You see he was quite willing when you gave him the chance; I amsure he is a fine-tempered creature, and I dare say has knownbetter days. You will not put that rein on again, will you?” for hewas just going to hitch it up on the old plan.
  　　“Well, ma’am, I can’t deny that having his head has helped him upthe hill, and I’ll remember it another time, and thank you, ma’am;but if he went without a bearing rein I should be thelaughing-stock of all the carters; it’s the fashion, yousee.”
  　　“Is it not better,” she said, “to lead a good fashion than tofollow a bad one? A great many gentlemen do not use bearing reinsnow; our carriage horses have not worn them for fifteen years andthey work with much less fatigue than those who have them;besides,” she added in a very serious voice, “we have no right todistress any of God’s creatures without a very good reason. We callthem dumb animals, and so they are, for they cannot tell us howthey feel, but they do not suffer less because they have no words.But I must not detain you now; I thank you for trying my plan withyour good horse and I am sure you will find it far better than thewhip. Good day,” and with another soft pat on my neck she steppedlightly across the path, and I saw her no more.
  　　“That was a real lady, I’ll be bound for it,” said Jakes tohimself; “she spoke just as polite as if I was a gentleman, andI’ll try her plan, uphill at any rate;” and I must do him thejustice to say that he let my rein out several holes, and goinguphill after that he always gave me my head; but the heavy loadswent on.
  　　— ANNA SEWELL
  　　WE all might do good
  　　Where we often do ill—
  　　There is always the way
  　　If there is but the will;
  　　Though it be but a word
  　　Kindly breathed or suppressed,
  　　It may guard off some pain
  　　Or give peace to some breast.
  　　THE STOLEN PEACHES
  　　CHARLIE was the son of good and kind parents. It was his birthdayand beautiful autumn weather. His parents loaded him with presentsand permitted him to bring some of his school-fellows to play withhim.
  　　They played about in the garden. There Charlie had a little plotof his own, rich with flowers and fruit. On the opposite wall theregrew a peach-tree, which was
  　　not his but his father’s, and this he had been told he must nottouch.
  　　The peaches were ripe, and a ruddy bloom blushed through theirdowny skin. “What could be more delightful?” thought theboys.
  　　“Why not just taste them?” said they to Charlie.
  　　“There’s no harm in it. Besides, is this not your birthday?Surely you can do as you like once a year at least.”
  　　“No!” said Charlie; “I am forbidden to touch those peaches;that’s enough for me; but take what you like from my own plot, andwelcome.”
  　　Then said the eldest of the boys: “Very likely Charlie is quiteright; but let us pluck the peaches, and perhaps he will help us toeat them.”
  　　So Charlie at last agreed to this, and he was by no meansunwilling to share the feast.
  　　When the peaches were all eaten, and the boys gone, Charlie beganto feel he had done wrong; he stayed in the garden alone andwretched, and had never been so sad and miserable all his lifelong.
  　　At last his father came into the garden, and called out,“Charlie! Charlie!”
  　　Charlie stood at the end of the garden, a picture of misery. Hisfather went to him, and in passing the peach-tree he saw what hadbeen done. His face grew sad and angry.
  　　Then said his father: “Is this your birthday, and is this thereturn you make us for all our care and kindness?” Charlie wasdumb.
  　　“Henceforth the garden is locked to you,” said his father. Hethen led Charlie into the house, and went away indispleasure.
  　　Charlie went off to bed, but not to sleep. He turned and tossedthis way and that, but the whole night long he could notsleep.
  　　Next morning Charlie was so pale and sad that his mother had pityon him. So she said to her husband, “Charlie is sorry, but hethinks the ‘locked garden’ means
  　　that you have locked your heart against him.” “He is quiteright,” was the reply; “I have locked my heart against him.”
  　　“How sad, sighed the mother; “he has begun the new year of hislife with sorrow.”
  　　“That it may be more full of joy, let us hope,” said thefather.
  　　By-and-by the mother said: “I am afraid Charlie will doubt ourlove for him.”
  　　“I hope not,” said her husband. “Although he feels he is guilty,I do not think he would wish to throw the blame on us. Till now healways had our love, and he
  　　will learn to prize it for the future by having to win it backagain.”
  　　The following morning Charlie came down to breakfast calmly andcheerfully. He carried a basket in his hand, full of all the toysand presents his parents
  　　had given him.
  　　“What do you mean by this?” asked his father.
  　　Charlie answered: “I give these back to you, for I do not deservethem.” Then the father unlocked his heart, and happiness came backto them all again.
  　　— KRUMMACHER
  
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