mayest not hide thyself. Thou shalt not see thy brother's ass or his ox fall down by the way, and hide thyself from them; thou shalt surely help him to lift them up again. If thou meet thine enemy's ox or his ass going astray, thou shalt surely bring it back to him again. If thou see the ass of him that ha'teth thee lying under his burden, and wouldst forbear to help, thou shalt surely help with him. Ye shall be holy men unto me. Ye shall be holy, for I, the Lord your God, am holy."

QUESTIONS.

What does God chiefly require of us? With what ought we to love and serve God? Whose name are we commanded not to take in vain? What day should be kept holy? Whom are we to honour? What should we not do to a brother? What are we commanded not to do?

COALS.

Coals are brought out of the earth. They are often very deep; and to get at them, men dig pits. They then go down to work the coals, which they do with picks and other tools. They have a lamp or torch to let them see. The coals are drawn up the pit by means of ropes or chains; and they are sent away in carts to be sold, or, if they be near the sea, are put into ships, and sent to towns that are far off, and that have no coals of their own. A great many men and boys work in these coal pits. They are known to have stayed there for months; and never to have seen the sun all that time. Their

food is taken down to them, and every thing else that they stand in need of. I have read, that sometimes the earth falls in upon them; and that sometimes there is a kind of foul air which takes fire, blows up with a loud noise, and kills them on the spot. But that is not very often the case, for they have learned to take great care. Those that work in coal pits get as black with the coal dust, as sweeps do with the soot. Boys are apt to go too near coal pits, when they can get at them, and to look over the edge; but they ought not to be so forward and rash, lest they fall in. Such a fall would be sure to kill them. They would be dead before they were half down the pit. Coals are of great use as fuel; and where there is no coal, wood is made use of, or turf, or peats.

QUESTIONS.

Where are coals got? How do men get at them? By what means are coals drawn up from the pit? How are coals sent from the pit to distant places? How long do men and boys sometimes remain in these pits? What accidents happen sometimes in coal pits? What are boys apt to do? For what are coals useful? Where no coals can be got, what do people use in place of them?

FANNY AND HER DOG FRISK.

Part First.

Fan'ny was a lively little girl

She had no

broth'er, nor sis'ter, and her only play'fel-low was her dog, whose name was Frisk.

Frisk was a mer'ry fellow; he was nev'er tired of play. He had been taught to fetch and carry; and when he saw any thing lie upon the ground, he used al'ways to take it up in his mouth, ana car'ry it to Fan'ny, his little mis'tress. Sometimes he would pick up an ap'ple, or a pear, or a plum, that had fall'en from the trees in the gar'den, and Fan'ny loved such presents very much; but she was not always so well pleased with the things Frisk brought to her; for he had once giv'en her a lump of dirt, and had twice laid a greas'y bone on the book in which she was read'ing a sto'ry. If Fan'ny was an'gry with him for such tricks, he would stand at a little dis'tance, look up in her face, wag his tail, and now and then bark very soft'ly, as much as to say, Pray for-give' me. Then Fan'ny could not be an'gry any lon'ger; she would smile and stroke him, and say, Pret'ty Frisk; and a-way' went Frisk, as hap'py as any dog in the world, and the next stone or bone he found was sure to pop into Fan'ny's lap.

Fan'ny's mam-ma' had a cat that sel'dom came into the parlour, and was cross, and did not like to be touched; but this cross cat had a pret'ty black kit'ten, of which Fan'ny thought she should be very fond. She had seen puss carry the kit'ten from place to place, and up and down stairs in her mouth, and Fan'ny wished to teach Frisk to do the same thing. Frisk was soon taught; for when Fan'ny point'ed to the kit'ten, and sai 1, "Take it, Frisk,"

he took it up gently by the back, and was run'ning in'to the parlour with it; but though he tried to be gen'tle, his man'ner of hold'ing it was not like the moth'er's; for the kit'ten was hurt, and be-gan' to cry so loud that puss heard her, and, flying to the place, she gave poor Frisk such a scratch in the face, that he ran a-way' howl'ing, and would never a-gain' so much as look at the kit'ten.

One day Fanny was going out to din'ner with her pa-pa' and mam-ma'. She was very neatly dressed in a mus'lin frock, and was sitting on a stool be-side' her mam-ma' in the parlour, waiting till her pa-pa' should be ready; when in ran Frisk, and, leaping up to Fanny, dropped a great frog into her lap. Fanny screamed, and jumped from her seat, and the frog fell on the floor. Do not scream, Fanny, said her mam-ma', that poor frog cannot hurt you see how it sits and pants. It is ready to die with fear, or per-haps' the dog's teeth have hurt it. Ring the bell, that James may come and carry the poor harmless crea'ture back to its home. When the frog was put on the grass, a little way from the edge of the pond, he made one great leap, and was in the water in a mo'ment. Fanny's frock was stained with the wet feet of the frog; she was forced to go up stairs to change it; and Frisk, who found he had done some'thing wrong, crept a-way' and lay down in a cor'ner.

The la'dy with whom Fanny and her pa-pa' and mam-ma' dined that day was very fond of birds,

and Fanny was quite charmed with a par'rot which could not talk much; but was so tame, he would fly upon the table, and eat cake or su'gar out of any per'son's hand. As they went home, Fanny asked her pa-pa' to buy her such a par'rot; but her pa pa' said it was not prop'er for chil'dren to have the are of birds, and that Frisk was a better play'felow than a par'rot. a-gain', said Fanny. That is very wrong, said her mam-ma'; Frisk has been taught to play tricks, and when he brings you any thing you like, yout stroke him, and praise him. I sup- posc' Frisk saw the frog hop'ping on the grass, and thought it would please you to see it hop in the parlour; you tried to teach him to bring you the kit'ten, and how should a dog know that you do not like frogs as well as kit'tens? Fanny thought that was very true, and when she got home she for-gave' poor Frisk; but she told him a-gain' and a-gain' never to bring her any thing that was a-live', Frisk wagged his tail, but, wise as he looked, he knew noth'ing a-bout' the matter.

I shall never love Frisk

Part Second

A few days after this, as Fanny was walk'ing with her maid, Frisk picked up something under a high tree, and laid it at her feet. cried Fanny; oh, you dear, sweet,

Ah, what is it,

good dog, you

have brought me a bird. It was a young lin'net that had fallen out of its nest in the tree. Fanny

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