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The squirming trunk within his hands,
Thus boldly up and spake :
like a snake!”
The Fourth reached out his eager hand,
And felt about the knee.
Is mighty plain," quoth he;
Is very like a tree !”
The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear,
Said: “E'en the blindest man
Deny the fact who can,
Is very like a fan!”
The Sixth no sooner had begun
About the beast to grope,
That fell within his scope,
Is very like a rope !”
And so these men of Indostan
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
JOHN G. SAXE.
HELPS TO STUDY
1. Tell the story in your own words. 2. What is the lesson ? 3. Why was each partly right and wholly wrong? 4. What name do we give to a lie that has some truth in it? 5. Why is such a lie hard to contradict?
For Study with the Glossary : Indostan, inclined, scope.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
THE CHILDHOOD OF DAVID COPPERFIELD
I. DAVID IS SENT AWAY FROM HOME
David Copperfield is harshly treated by his step-father, Mr. Murdstone, and by Mr. Murdstone's sister. The little boy of eight is sent away to school and separated from his mother whom he dearly loves and his old nurse Peggotty. He has no other friends or relatives in the world except an aunt, Miss Trotwood, who has never forgiven him for being born a boy instead of a girl. In this selection he has just left home in charge of Mr. Barkis, who is to drive him to Yarmouth.
We might have gone about half-a-mile, and my pocket-handkerchief was quite wet through, when the carrier stopped short.
Looking out to ascertain what for, I saw, to my 5 amazement, Peggotty burst from a hedge and climb into the cart. She took me in both her arms, and squeezed me to her stays until the pressure on my nose was extremely painful, though I never thought of
that till afterwards when I found it very tender. 10 Not a single word did Peggotty speak. Releasing
one of her arms, she put it down in her pocket to the elbow, and brought out some paper bags of cakes which she crammed into my pockets, and a purse which she put into my hand, but not one word did
she say. After another and a final squeeze with both arms, she got down from the cart and ran away; and, my belief is, and has always been, without a solitary button on her gown. I picked up one, of several 5 that were rolling about, and treasured it as a keepsake for a long time.
The carrier looked at me, as if to inquire if she were coming back. I shook my head, and said I thought not. “Then, come up,” said the carrier to the lazy 10 horse; who came up accordingly.
Having by this time cried as much as I possibly could, I began to think it was of no use crying any more. The carrier, seeing me in this resolution, pro
posed that my pocket-handkerchief should be spread 15 upon the horse's back to dry. I thanked him, and
assented; and particularly small it looked, under those circumstances.
I had now leisure to examine the purse. It was a stiff leather purse, with a snap, and had three bright 20 shillings in it, which Peggotty had evidently polished
up with whitening for my greater delight. But its most precious contents were two half-crowns folded together in a bit of paper on which was written, in my
mother's hand, “For Davy. With my love." I was 25 So overcome by this that I asked the carrier to be so
good as reach me my pocket-handkerchief again; but he said he thought I had better do without it;