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strive
Of this
advantage to deprive
The grateful child, who takes such pains,
To
help her parents' scanty gains.
But come, my love, we must not stay,

That show'r will reach us on our way;
Come, Fanny,
come,"--"Mamma, I will,"
But Fanny staid and linger'd still;
Each
plant and flower at length being view'd,
Her way she thoughtfully
pursu'd.
A week had pass'd, when Fanny ran
To her mamma, and
thus began:
"Mamma, when you have time, I pray,
That you would
kindly walk this way,
And let me show you what, last night,
I
finish'd ready for your sight."
Mamma complies, and Fanny bounds

Delighted, through the verdant grounds;
With sparkling eye and
step elate,

Open she throws the garden gate,
"And look!" she cries,
in joyful tone,
"What play-hours in one week have done;
No weeds
do now my garden spoil,
The stones I clear'd, and turn'd the soil,

The trees I prun'd, I planted flowers,
And water'd them with plenteous
showers:
Perhaps, mamma, with time and care,
Some nosegays I
may hence prepare
For that good girl, who takes such pains
To help
her parents' scanty gains."
ALFRED.

"How can I the south from the north ever know,
When there is no S
in the sky;
Oh! how can I tell the east from the west,
When not the
least mark I can spy?"
His mother, who sat at her work by the fire,
To Alfred's request thus
replied:
"Come, listen to me, and I'll soon tell you how,
The
difficult point to decide.
"Wherever the sun rises, there is the east,
Now that is both easy and
clear;
Wherever at ev'ning he sets from your view,
The west, my
beloved, is there.
[Illustration: _to face pa. 40_
_Alfred_]
"Now you know where to find both the west and the east, We soon
shall discover the rest:
To the left is the south, to the right is the north,

When your face is turn'd full to the west."
[Illustration: _to face pa. 41_
_William_]
WILLIAM.
"My dear," cried his mother to William one day,
As glowing and
panting with heat,
The parlour he enter'd in haste and alarm,
And
threw himself down on a seat:
"My dear, what misfortune has hurried you now,
And brought you so
soon from your play?
Have you lost your new ball in the field or the
pond?
Or has your kite flown far away?"
"My ball, my dear mother, is safe in my desk,
My kite rides secure in
the air;
But I brought a poor boy, whom I left in the hall,
And who
claims your attention and care.

"I found him just now, as returning from play,
I passed by the side of
the wood;
He was stretched on the ground, and senseless and pale,
And his face was all covered with blood."
"Oh! quick let us go; sure we linger too long,"
Cried his mother; "my
love, lead the way."
William bounded, all eager, and soon reached the
place, Where reviving, but weak, his friend lay.
His bruises and wounds were examin'd with care,
And happy was
William to hear,
That patience and time would restore him to health,

For his life he had nothing to fear.
With unwearied attention he sat by his side,
And anxiously waited to
know,
If in climbing he fell, or in mischief was hurt,
Or another had
given the blow.
And as eagerly too did his invalid friend,
To his mother and William
relate,
The cause of his suff'rings, and how he was found
In so sad
and so helpless a state.
He had hasten'd, he said, in his play-hour at noon,
To the strawberry
bank in the wood,
For some ripe ones to take to his sister at home,

Who was ill, and they might do her good.
As he climb'd some high rocks in his search for the fruit, And held by
the trees that hung o'er,
He slipp'd, the branch broke, and he fell to the
ground, But he knew and remember'd no more.
His name too he told, and the place where he liv'd,
And quickly
young William ran there,
To tell his good mother her son was now
safe,
And from them would receive ev'ry care.
Delighted to hear of her Jemmy again,
She gratefully thank'd his kind
friend,
Who promis'd to bring him himself to his home,
As he knew
he would speedily mend.

THE END.
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