De La Salle Fifth Reader eBook

Institute of the Brothers of the Christian Schools
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And now, far removed from that loved habitation,
The tear of regret will intrusively swell,
As fancy reverts to my father’s plantation,
And sighs for the bucket which hangs in the well: 
The old oaken bucket, the ironbound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hangs in the well!

Samuel Woodworth.

[Illustration:]

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Make a list of the describing-words of the poem, and tell what each describes.  Use each to describe something else.

Make a list of the words of the poem that you never use, and tell what word you would have used in the place of each had you tried to express its meaning.  Which word is better, yours or the author’s?  Why?

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THE BOY AND THE CRICKETS.

My friend Jacques went into a baker’s shop one day to buy a little cake which he had fancied in passing.  He intended it for a child whose appetite was gone, and who could be coaxed to eat only by amusing him.  He thought that such a pretty loaf might tempt even the sick.  While he waited for his change, a little boy six or eight years old, in poor but perfectly clean clothes, entered the baker’s shop.  “Ma’am,” said he to the baker’s wife, “mother sent me for a loaf of bread.”  The woman climbed upon the counter (this happened in a country town), took from the shelf of four-pound loaves the best one she could find, and put it into the arms of the little boy.

My friend Jacques then first observed the thin and thoughtful face of the little fellow.  It contrasted strongly with the round, open countenance of the great loaf, of which he was taking the greatest care.

“Have you any money?” said the baker’s wife.

The little boy’s eyes grew sad.

“No, ma’am,” said he, hugging the loaf closer to his thin blouse; “but mother told me to say that she would come and speak to you about it to-morrow.”

“Run along,” said the good woman; “carry your bread home, child.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said the poor little fellow.

My friend Jacques came forward for his money.  He had put his purchase into his pocket, and was about to go, when he found the child with the big loaf, whom he had supposed to be halfway home, standing stock-still behind him.

“What are you doing there?” said the baker’s wife to the child, whom she also had thought to be fairly off.  “Don’t you like the bread?”

“Oh yes, ma’am!” said the child.

“Well, then, carry it to your mother, my little friend.  If you wait any longer, she will think you are playing by the way, and you will get a scolding.”

The child did not seem to hear.  Something else absorbed his attention.

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