. A book for girls, in prose and poetry. f justice, or of doing her duty even to inani-mate things: for we owe a duty to every article possession, and to every utensil with which wework; the duty of keeping them in order, and a goodcondition. Sometimes, when I have called on these cousins,and found one fretting and bustling about, and theother placid and happy in her industry, it has re- 22 the girls reading-book. minded me of a picture, that I once saw when Iwas a child. It was called the picture of the sisters of will remember that their names were the sameas those of the
. A book for girls, in prose and poetry. f justice, or of doing her duty even to inani-mate things: for we owe a duty to every article possession, and to every utensil with which wework; the duty of keeping them in order, and a goodcondition. Sometimes, when I have called on these cousins,and found one fretting and bustling about, and theother placid and happy in her industry, it has re- 22 the girls reading-book. minded me of a picture, that I once saw when Iwas a child. It was called the picture of the sisters of will remember that their names were the sameas those of the two cousins, Martha and Mary. One,with a complaining, care-worn face, seemed indeedcumbered with much serving; the other worethat sweet, peaceful smile, which said plainer thanwords, that she had chosen the good part. And in visiting many families, both in the cityand country, I have observed that order and indus-try, were the two hands by which a housekeepertakes hold of her work, and makes the members ofher household comfortable. « *. THE GIRLS READING-BOOK. THE CHILDRENS FIRST WALK. TOGETHER. They passed together, out of their fathers gate, alittle girl and boy. Their quick steps were shortand unequal, as if they had trodden only on thenursery-carpet, or the smooth graver walk of thegarden. They took their way along the village street. Itwas bordered with fresh grass. They Were pleasedthat it swelled into little mounds and again descend-ed,—and they thought every hillock was a mountain. They admired the daisies, and king-cups,—andwhen a robin flew by, they said,— Bird, are theseyour flowers ?—may we pick some of them ? Thenthey discovered a small brook, that went gurglingalong, and stood wondering upon its pleasant banks. The sisters arm was over the neck of her was the eldest one. And tenderly she watchedover him. If the swift wheel rushed by, or thewide-hornd ox seemed to press too near, or the dogwith open mouth paused as if regarding him, thesame mot
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