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GOOD ADVICE.

Jack did not love his book; he was i-dle, and was cross when he was sent
to school, and one day when he ought to have gone, he play-ed a-bout the
mea-dows in-stead; and he met Sam, who was go-ing to school, and he
said, "Come and play with me, Sam, and we will have some fun."

"No," said Sam, "I must go and learn to read, or I shall be a dunce; so
come with me, Jack, and then af-ter school is o-ver we will play."

"But it is so hard to learn," said Jack, "and I want to climb that tree
to get a bird's nest."

"No, do not get a bird's nest, for it is cru-el," said Sam. "Come with
me and try to earn the prize, come, Jack-y, to please me."

Jack then went to school, and he found that when he tried to learn, it
was not very hard, and he could soon read pret-ty sto-ries, and won a
nice prize.

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TOM AND FRED.

"Tom, have a game at trap-bat-and-ball."--"I do not know how to play at
it."--"Well I will teach you, look at me; that is the way, now do it
your-self. That is right, you will soon learn to do it fast."--"Yes, it
is not hard to learn: now let us go and have a race. One, two, three,
and off!"

"Tom, you have won it."--"Yes, I run bet-ter than you; and you play
trap-bat-and-ball bet-ter than I do."--"I am too hot to run any more,
let us sit down and get cool."--"I am to have a seat put near this tree,
should you like one too?" "Yes, but I have no wood to make one."--"Well,
we will ask Dick to give you some wood; come now and ask him."

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THE KIND SISTER.

"Come, dear Ann, sit down and sew a lit-tle."--"Yes, mam-ma, shall I hem
my frock?"--"Yes, do."

Ann was a good child, and al-ways did as she was bid, and when she had
done her work her mam-ma told her to play with her brother. Ann had a
lit-tle gar-den of her own, and she had made an ar-bour in it. When she
went to play she found her bro-ther cry-ing, for he had fall-en down,
and broken her ar-bour to pieces. But Ann said, "You must not cry, dear,
ne-ver mind break-ing the ar-bour, we will soon build it up." So she
kiss-ed him, and they work-ed till tea time and made a bet-ter ar-bour
than be-fore. And Ann felt much more hap-py than she would have been had
she scold-ed and been cross with poor lit-tle George.

THE END.

J. MASTERS, PRINTER, ALDERSGATE STREET, LONDON.

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