parts, rendering it lighter. It is then divided into lumps, called loaves, or smaller pieces called cakes or rolls, and baked in an oven, till, by the heat, all the moisture is evaporated. You know what evaporation is now.

The urn is made of thin plates of iron bent into that pretty shape, and covered with that shining brown substance, which is called varnish or japan.

The cups, saucers, basons, and plates, are made of a kind of clay, moulded into those shapes, and hardened by heat. The colours and figures are painted upon them before they are baked, and are burnt into them by fire.

Have you had enough for breakfast? You have. Go and take a run in the garden, then, for half an hour, and when you come in again, you shall read some poems to me about cows, and sheep, and sparrows, and the uses of animals, and playing in the garden, and what clothes are made of, and the robin; after which we will go into the yard together, and look at the poultry, and the pigs.

LESSON V.

THE COW.

THANK you, pretty cow, that made
Pleasant milk to soak my bread,

Every day, and every night,

Warm, and fresh, and sweet, and white.

Do not chew the hemlock rank,
Growing on the weedy bank,
But the yellow cowslips eat,

They will make your milk so sweet!

Where the purple violet grows,
Where the bubbling water flows,
Where the grass is fresh and fine,
Pretty cow, go there to dine.

THE SHEEP.

Lazy sheep, pray tell me why,
In the pleasant fields you lie,
Eating grass, and daisies white,
From dewy morn to darksome night?
Every thing can something do,
But what kind of use are you?

Nay, my little master, nay,
Do not serve me so, I pray;
Don't you see the wool that grows
On my back, to give you clothes?
Cold, and very cold you'd be,
Did you get no wool from me.

True, it seems a pleasant thing,
To crop the herbage in the spring;
But many chilly nights I pass,
On the cold and wetted grass,
Or pick a scanty dinner, where
All the common's brown and bare.

Then the farmer comes at last,
When the merry spring is past,
And shears my woolly coat away,
To warm you in the winter's day;
Little master, this is why,

In the pleasant fields I lie.

THE SPARROWS.

Hop about, pretty sparrows, and pick up the hay, And the twigs, and the wool, and the moss; Indeed I'll stand far enough out of your way, So don't fly away, then, so cross.

I don't want to catch you, my dear little Dick, And fasten you up in a cage;

To hop all day long on a straight bit of stick,
Or to flutter about in a rage.

I only just wish to stand by you, and see
How you gather the twigs for your house,
Or sit at the foot of the mulberry-tree,
While you twitter a song in the boughs.

Oh dear! if you'd eat a crumb out of my hand,
How happy and glad should I be ;

Then come, pretty birds, while I quietly stand At the foot of the mulberry-tree.

WHAT CLOTHES ARE MADE OF.

Come here to Papa, and I'll tell my dear boy,
For I think he would never have guess'd;
How many poor animals we must employ,
Before little Will can be drest.

The pretty sheep gives you the wool from his sides, To make you a jacket to use;

And the calf or the seal must be stript of their hides,

To give you a good pair of shoes.

And then the grey rabbit contributes his share,
He helps to provide you a hat;

For this must be made of his delicate hair,
And so you may thank him for that.

And many poor animals suffer, besides,
And each of them yields us a share.
They lose their warm clothing, or give us their
hides,

That we may have plenty to wear.

Then as the poor creatures are call'd on to give So much for the comfort of man;

I think 'tis but right, that as long as they live, We should do all for them that we can,

Rhymes for the Nursery.

CHARLES AND ANIMALS.

1;

The cow has a horn, and the fish has a gill;
The horse has a hoof, and the duck has a bill;
The bird has a wing, that on high he may sail
And the lion a mane, and the monkey a tail,
And they swim, or they fly; or they walk, and
they eat,

With fin or with wing, or with bill or with feet.

But Charles has two hands, with five fingers to

each,

On purpose to work with, to hold, and to reach.

No birds, beasts or fishes, for work or for play,
Have any thing half so convenient as they.
But if Charles do not use them, and keep them in

use,

As well might he not have hands, like a poor goose.

PLAYING IN THE GARDEN.

Little Sister, come away,
And let us in the garden play,
For it is a pleasant day.
On the grass-plat let us sit,
Or if you please we'll play a bit,
And run about all over it;

But the fruit we will not pick,
For that would be a naughty trick,
And very likely make us sick.
Nor will we pluck the pretty flowers
That grow about the beds and bowers,
Because you know they are not ours.

We'll pluck the daisies white and red,
Because mama has often said,
That we may gather them instead.
And much I hope we always may

Our very dear mama obey,

And mind whatever she may say.

THE ROBIN.

See, mama, what a sweet little prize I have found; A robin that lay half benumb'd on the ground;