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Directions for Reading.—In what manner should this lesson be read at the beginning—quietly, or with much spirit?
On page 77, beginning with the second stanza, is what Saint Peter says quiet and slow, or emphatic and somewhat rapid?
Point out three places where two lines are to be joined and read as one.
What two lines in each stanza end with similar sounds?
 See stanza number 12 of the poem.
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ex pres’sion, a look showing feeling.
a maze’ment, great surprise; astonishment.
mag’netisnm, an unknown power of drawing or pulling.
con tin’ued, went on; stayed.
con ven’ience, ease; the saving of trouble.
ex per’i ments, the trials made to find out facts.
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“What a funny horseshoe!” said Charlie, “It has no holes for the nails!”
I looked up and saw that he had taken up a small “horseshoe magnet.”
“Why that isn’t a horseshoe,” I said. “It’s a magnet.”
“Magnet! What’s that?”
Charlie turned it over in his hands, and pulled the bar a little. The bar slipped so that it hung only by a corner.
“Never mind,” I said, as he looked up with a scared expression. “It isn’t broken. Put the bar back.”
Charlie put it back, and it sprung into place with a sharp click.
“That’s funny!” he cried again. “What made it jump so? And what makes it stick? It doesn’t feel sticky.”
“We call it magnetism,” I said. “Now, take hold of the bar, and see if you can pull it straight off.”
“I can’t. It sticks fast.”
Charlie braced himself for a strong pull. Suddenly the bar came off, and he went tumbling backward.
“What did you say makes it hold so hard?” said he, getting up.
“Magnetism,” said I again.
“But what is magnetism?”
“I couldn’t tell you if I tried; but I think you could learn a great deal about it with that magnet. You will find a lot of things in that box that may help you.”
Saying this, I left him to pursue his studies as best he could. When I came back, I found him more puzzled than when I left him.
“That’s the queerest thing I ever saw,” he said. “Some things just jump at it as though they were alive; some things it pulls; and some things it doesn’t pull a bit.”
“That’s a very long lesson you have learned,” I said. “What does it pull?”
“These,” he said, pointing to a pile of things on one side of the box. “And these things it doesn’t pull.”