A New Spelling Book: Adapted to the Different Classes of Pupils: Compiled with a View to Render the Arts of Spelling and Reading Easy and Pleasant to Children
Kimber & Sharpless, 1827 - 168 pages
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Page 4 - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 74 - ALMIGHTY GOD, thy piercing eye Strikes through the shades of night, And our most secret actions lie All open to thy sight.
Page 75 - WAY TO BE HAPPY. How pleasant it is, at the end of the day, No follies to have to repent ; But reflect on the past, and be able to say, That my time has been properly spent. When I've done all my bus'ness with patience and care, And been good, and obliging, and kind ; I lie on my pillow and sleep away there, With a happy and peaceable mind.
Page 55 - Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten'd by the Lord, To him that breaks his father's law, Or mocks his mother's word ? What heavy guilt upon him lies ! How cursed is his name ! The ravens shall pick out his eyes, And eagles eat the same.
Page 84 - But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that's true ; And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Page 41 - Birds in their little nests agree, And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. 3 Hard names at first, and threatening words, That are but noisy breath, May grow to clubs and naked swords, To murder and to death.
Page 42 - Pardon, O Lord, our childish rage, Our little brawls remove, That, as we grow to riper age, Our hearts may all be love! XVIII. AGAINST SCOFFING AND CALLING NAMES. OUR...
Page 93 - Twill save us from a thousand snares, To mind religion young ; Grace will preserve our following years, And make our virtue strong.
Page 84 - There is an hour when I must die, Nor do I know how soon 'twill come : A thousand children, young as I, Are call'd by death to hear their doom. Let me improve the hours I have, Before the day of grace is fled: There's no repentance in the grave, No pardon ofFer'd to the dead.