g."
This would have been real courage. Henry would have
seen, at once, that it would do no good to laugh at a boy who
had so bold a heart. You must have this fearless spirit, or you
will get into trouble, and will be, and ought to be, disliked by
all.

LESSON LIII.

THE OLD CLOCK.

1. In the old, old hall the old clock stands,
And round and round move the steady hands;
With its tick, tick, tick, both night and day,
While seconds and minutes pass away.

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2. At the old, old clock oft wonders Nell,
For she can't make out what it has to tell;

She has ne'er yet read, in prose or rhyme,
That it marks the silent course of time.

3. When I was a child, as Nell is now,
And long ere Time had wrinkled my brow,
The old, old clock both by night and day
Said,--"Tick, tick, tick!" Time passes away.

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LESSON LIV.
THE WAVES.
1. "Where are we to go?" said the little waves to the great,
deep sea.
"Go, my darlings, to the yellow sands: you will find work
to do there."
2. "I want to play," said one little wave; "I want to see
who can jump the highest."
"No; come on, come on," said an earnest wave; "mother
must be right. I want to work."
3. "Oh, I dare not go," said another; "look at those great,
black rocks close to the sands; I dare not go there, for they
will tear me to pieces."
4. "Take my hand, sister," said the earnest wave; "let us go
on together. How glorious it is to do some work."
5. "Shall we ever go back to mother?" "Yes, when our
work is done."

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6. So one and all hurried on. Even the little wave that
wanted to play, pressed on, and thought that work might be
fun after all. The timid ones did not like to be left behind,
and they became earnest as they got nearer the sands.
7. After all, it was fun, pressing on one after another--
jumping, laughing, running on to the broad, shining sands.
8. First, they came in their course to a great sand castle.
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went over it, and down it came. "Oh, what fun!" they cried.
9. "Mother told me to bring these seaweeds; I will find a
pretty place for them," said one--and she ran a long way over
the sands, and left them among the pebbles. The pebbles
cried, "We are glad you are come. We wanted washing."
10. "Mother sent these shells; I do n't know where to put
them," said a little fretful wave. "Lay them one by one on the
sand, and do not break th