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Title: Child's New Story Book;
Tales and Dialogues for Little Folks

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: February 7, 2004 [EBook #10981]

Language: English

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CHILD'S NEW STORY BOOK;

OR TALES AND DIALOGUES FOR LITTLE FOLKS.

1849. [Publication date on cover: 1850]

I'll watch thy dawn of joys, and mould
Thy little hearts to duty,--
I'll teach thee truths as I behold
Thy faculties, like flowers, unfold
In intellectual beauty.

[Illustration: The Little Ship.]

The Little Ship.

"I have made a nice little ship, of cork, and am going to let it sail
in this great basin of water. Now let us fancy this water to be the
North-Pacific Ocean, and those small pieces of cork on the side of the
basin, to be the Friendly Islands, and this little man standing on the
deck of the ship, to be the famous navigator, Captain Cook, going to
find them."

"Do you know that the Friendly Islands were raised by corals?"

"I suppose they were."

"Do you know where Captain Cook was born?"

"He was born at Marton, a village in the North Riding of Yorkshire,
in England."

* * * * *

[Illustration: The Little Girl and the Shell.]

The Little Girl and the Shell.

When I went to visit a friend, the other day, I saw a little girl with
whom I was much pleased. She sat on a low seat by the fire-side, and
she held in her hand a pretty white sea-shell, faintly tinted with pink,
which she kept placing against her ear; and all the while a settled calm
rested upon her face, and she seemed as if she were listening to the
holy tones of some loved voice; then taking it away from her ear, she
would gaze upon it with a look of deep fondness and pensive delight.
At last I said,

"What are you doing, my dear?"

"I am listening to the whisper."

"What whisper?" I asked.

"The whisper of the sea