Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . uch is the popular legend of Dick AVhittingtonand his cat. We do not know how much of this istrue, but there was a Sir Richard AVhittington whoarose from poverty to wealth and was three timesLord Mayor of London. THE WOLF AND THE LAMB AS a Wolf was lapping at the head of a runningL brook, he spied a stray Lamb paddling at somedistance down the stream. Having made up hismind to seize her, he bethought liimself how hemight justify his violence. Villain, said he, running up to her
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . uch is the popular legend of Dick AVhittingtonand his cat. We do not know how much of this istrue, but there was a Sir Richard AVhittington whoarose from poverty to wealth and was three timesLord Mayor of London. THE WOLF AND THE LAMB AS a Wolf was lapping at the head of a runningL brook, he spied a stray Lamb paddling at somedistance down the stream. Having made up hismind to seize her, he bethought liimself how hemight justify his violence. Villain, said he, running up to her, ho^v dareyou muddle the water that I am drinking? Indeed, said the Lamb humbly, I do not seehow^ I can disturb the water, since it runs from j^outo me, not from me to you. Be that as it may, replied the Wolf, it wasbut a j^ear ago that you called me names. Oh, Sir! said the Lamb, trembling, a year agoI was not born. Well, replied the Wolf, if it was not you, itwas your father, and that is all the same; but it isno use trying to argue with me; and he fell uponthe Lamb and tore her to pieces. THE STORY OF JOSEPH. T^HEN JoseiDh was little more than achild, he began to helj) his brothers keepand feed the flocks of their father onthe hills of Palestine. Joseph was thenthe youngest of Jacobs sons, andJacob loved the lad more than he didany of the others, and to show hisaffection made him a coat of many colors. The brethren, seeing how much their father lovedJoseph, hated him, and would not at any time,unless the father was within hearing, speak to theboy a kind or a gentle word. Now it happened one time, as Joseph slept, hedreamed a curious dream, and in the morning hetold it to his brothers. Listen to the dream I had last night, he thought I was with you binding sheaves of grainin the field, and when I laid down my sheaf, it stoodup, and yours, standing up all around, bowed downand worshipped my sheaf. His brethren answered, Foolish boy, do youthink then that you should be
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