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stars tear morn'ing Lord each joys

[Illustration: Script Exercise:

When the stars at set of sun
Watch you from on high
When the morning has begun
Think the Lord is nigh.

All you do and all you say,
He can see and hear:
When you work and when you play,
Think the Lord is near.

All your joys and griefs He knows
Counts each falling tear.
When to Him you tell your woes,
Know the Lord is near.
]

LESSON LIX.

whis'tle (whis'l) poc'ket wil'low note filled dead sick

walk ev'ery blew lane lame tak'ing cane took

[Illustration: Girl holding doll and boy with cane standing in woods.]

One day, when Mary was taking a walk down the lane, trying to sing her
doll to sleep, she met Frank, with his basket and cane.

Frank was a poor, little, lame boy. His father and mother were dead. His
dear, old grandma took care of him, and tried to make him happy.

Every day, Mary's mother filled Frank's basket with bread and meat, and a
little tea for his grandma.

"How do you do, Frank?" said Mary. "Don't make a noise; my doll is going
to sleep. It is just a little sick to-day."

"Well, then, let us whistle it to sleep." And Frank, taking a willow
whistle out of his pocket, blew a long note.

"Oh, how sweet!" cried Mary. "Do let me try."

LESSON LX.

turned face cried low al'most soon more cry

once(wuns) be cause'

[Illustration: Boy and Girl sitting on log.]

"Yes, Mary, I will give it to you, because you are so good to my grandma."

"Oh! thank you very much." Mary blew and blew a long time. "I can't make
it whistle," said she, almost ready to cry.

"Sometimes they will whistle, and sometimes they won't," said Frank. "Try
again, Mary."

She tried once more, and the whistle made a low, sweet sound. "It
whistles!" she cried.

In her joy, she had turned the doll's face down, and its eyes shut tight,
as if it had gone to sleep.

"There!" cried Frank, "I told you the way to put a doll to sleep, is to
whistle to it."

"So it is," said Mary. "Dear, little thing; it must be put in its bed
now."

So they went into the house. Frank's basket was soon filled, and he went
home happy.

LESSON LXI.

stood him self' flap'ping first twelve

flapped walked flap o bey' bet'ter

Chip'py food stone be fore' chick'ens kept

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