. Early lessons .. . d source, From natures fount she drew. • Now/ said the Brook, I bless my fate, My shewy rival gone ;Contented in its native state My little stream rolls on. And all the world has cause, indeed, To own, with grateful heart,How much great natures works excel The feeble works of art, usefulness is preferable to idle splendor. MAKING RESOLUTIONS. NEVER form a resolution, that is not a good one andwhen once formed, never break it. If you form a resolution,and then break it, you set yourself a bad example, and youare very likely to follow it. A person may get the ha
. Early lessons .. . d source, From natures fount she drew. • Now/ said the Brook, I bless my fate, My shewy rival gone ;Contented in its native state My little stream rolls on. And all the world has cause, indeed, To own, with grateful heart,How much great natures works excel The feeble works of art, usefulness is preferable to idle splendor. MAKING RESOLUTIONS. NEVER form a resolution, that is not a good one andwhen once formed, never break it. If you form a resolution,and then break it, you set yourself a bad example, and youare very likely to follow it. A person may get the habit ofbreaking his resolutions; this is as bad to the character andmind, as an incurable disease to the body. No person canbecome great, but by keeping his resolutions; no personever escaped contempt, who could not keep them. If anyof my young friends resolve to read this book through, asproposed in the introduction, I hope they will not fail to doso, unless they have good reasons for it. THE WARRIOR WOLF. A A YOUNG wolf said aloud, To the listening- crowd, I may well of my fathers great courage be proud Wherever he came, Flock, shepherd, or dame,AH trembled, and fled at the sound of his name. Did any one spy My papa coming by,.—Two hundred or more, — Oh ! he made them all fly! One day, by a blow, He was conquerd, 1 know;But no wonder at last he should yield to a foe : 2 18 TO MY COUSIN ANNE. He yielded, poor fellow ! The conquering bellowResounds in my ears as my poor fathers knell — Oh !;; A fox then replied, While, leering- aside, He laughd at his folly and vaporing pride: My chattering youth, Your nonsense forsooth,Is more like a funeral sermon than truth — Let history tell How your old father fell;And see if the narrative sounds as well. Your folly surpasses, Of monkeys all classes ;The beasts which he frightend or conquerd, were asses 5 Except a few sheep, When the shepherd asleep,The dog by his side for safety did keep. Your father fell back, Knockd dow
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