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shall soon know how to read and to write." 12. Both Joe and his
mother were ready to fall on their knees to thank Charles. They told
him it was what they wished above all things. 13. So, on the next day
when the hour came, Charles put his book in his pocket, and went to
teach Joe. Joe learned very fast, and Charles soon began to teach him
how to write. 14. Some time after, a gentleman called on Mr. Rose, and
asked him if he knew where Charles was. Mr. Rose said that he was
taking a walk, he supposed. 15. "I am afraid," said the gentleman, "that

he does not always amuse himself thus. I often see him go to the house
of the fisherman. I fear he goes out in their boat." 16. Mr. Rose was
much troubled. He had told Charles that he must never venture on the
river, and he thought he could trust him.
THIRD READER. 37 17. The moment the gentleman left, Mr. Rose
went in search of his son. He went to the river, and walked up and
down, in hope of seeing the boat. 18. Not seeing it, he grew uneasy. He
thought Charles must have gone a long way off. Unwilling to leave
without learning something of him, he went to the hut. 19. He put his
head in at the window, which was open. There a pleasant sight met his
eyes. 20. Charles was at the table, ruling a copybook Joe was reading to
him, while his mother was spinning in the corner. 21. Charles was a
little confused. He feared his father might not be pleased; but he had no
need to be uneasy, for his father was delighted. 22. The next day, his
father took him to town, and gave him books for himself and Joe, with
writing paper, pens, and ink. 23. Charles was the happiest boy in the
world when he came home. He ran to Joe, his hands filled with parcels,
and his heart beating with joy.
38 ECLECTIC SERIES.
LESSON XI.

THE BLACKSMITH.
1. Clink, clink, clinkerty clink! We begin to hammer at morning's blink,
And hammer away Till the busy day, Like us, aweary, to rest shall sink.
2. Clink, clink, clinkerty clink! From labor and care we never will
shrink; But our fires we'll blow Till our forges glow With light intense,
while our eyelids wink.
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3. Clink, clink, clinkerty clink; The chain we'll forge with many a link.
We'll work each form While the iron is warm, With strokes as fast as

we can think.
4. Clink, clink, clinkerty clink! Our faces may be as black as ink, But
our hearts are true As man ever knew, And kindly of all we shall ever
think.
LESSON XII.

A WALK IN THE GARDEN.
1. Frank was one day walking with his mother, when they came to a
pretty garden. Frank looked in, and saw that it had clean gravel walks,
and beds of beautiful flowers all in bloom. 2. He called to his mother,
and said, "Mother, come and look at this pretty garden. I wish I might
open the gate, and walk in."
40 ECLECTIC SERIES. 3. The gardener, being near, heard what Frank
said, and kindly invited him and his mother to come into the garden. 4.
Frank's mother thanked the man. Turning to her son, she said, "Frank,
if I take you to walk in this garden, you must take care not to meddle
with anything in it."
5. Frank walked along the neat gravel paths, and looked at everything,
but touched nothing that he saw. 6. He did not tread on any of the
borders, and was careful that his clothes should not brush the tops of
the flowers, lest he might break them.
THIRD READER. 41 7. The gardener was much pleased with Frank,
because he was so careful not to do mischief. He showed him the seeds,
and told him the name of many of the flowers and plants. 8. While
Frank was admiring the beauty of a flower, a boy came to the gate, and
finding it locked, he shook it hard. But it would not open. Then he said,
"Let me in; let me in; will you not let me in this garden?" 9. "No,
indeed," said the gardener, "I will not let you in, I assure you; for when
I let you in yesterday, you meddled with my flowers, and pulled some
of my rare fruit. I do not choose to let a boy into my garden who
meddles with the plants." 10. The boy looked ashamed, and when he

found that the gardener would not let him in, he went slowly away. 11.
Frank saw and felt how