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Titel: First English reading book: Engelsch leesboek voor instituten, gymnasiën en hoogere burgerscholen: met Nederlandsche woordenlijst
Auteur: Herrig, Ludwig
Uitgave: Arnhem: J. Voltelen, 1869 *
Auteursrechten: Zie auteursrechten
Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: IWO 513 H 21
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_204683
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Leesvaardigheid, Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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advice of his parents and friends, and stor-
ed np in liis memory what they wished him
to learn, he might have filled the surveyor's
office, at more than double the wages paid
to him as a chain-carrier. Indeed, we cannot
tell how high a position of usefulness and
profit he might have held, had he improved
all the opportunities afforded him in youth.
But he perceived the use of learning too late.
ON TIME.
Time's a hand's-breadth; 'tis a tale;
Tis a vessel under sail;
'Tis an eagle on its way,
Darting down upon its prey;
'Tis an arrow in its tlight.
Mocking the pursuing sight;
'Tis a short-liv'd fading How"r;
Tis a rainbow on a show'r;
Tis a momentary ray.
Smiling in a winter's day!
'Tis a torrent's rapid stream;
Tis a shadow; 'tis a dream;
Tis the closing watch of night,
Dying at the rising light;
'Tis a bubble; 'tis a sigh;
Be prepar'd, oh man, to die!
(Francis Quarles.)
4. TRY AGAIN.
'Have you finished your lesson, George?'
said Mr. Prentice to a lad in his fourteenth
year who had laid aside his book, and was
l3usilv engaged in making a large paper
kite.'
'No, father', replied George, hanging down
his head.
'Why not, my son?'
'Because it is so difficult, father. 1 am
sure that I shall never learn to read Latin.'
'And what is the reason that you cannot
learn Latin?'
'Because — because, 1 can't.'
'Can't learn, George!'
'Indeed I have tried my best,'replied the
boy, earnestly, the tears starting to bis
eyes; 'but it is no use, father. Other boys
can get their lessons without any trouble.
But I try, and try, but still I cannot learn
tlicm.'
''I cannot, is a word no boy should ever
utter in refei'ence to learning. You can
learn anything you please, George, if you
only persevere.'
'But not Latin, father."
'Yes, Latin.'
'But have I not tried, and tried, father?'
^Yes. But you must try once more.'
*And so I have, father.
'Well, try again, and again; never say
you cannot learn a lesson.'
'But then I cannot remember it, after I
have learned it. My memorj- is so bad,*
urged the lad.
'If I were to promise you a holiday on
the thirtieth of the month after the next,
do you think that you would forget it?'
'No, I am pretty sure that I should not.'
'And why, George?'
'I can't exactly tell the reason; but I
know I should remember it.'
'Well, I can tell you. The pleasure you
would take in the idea of having a holiday,
would keep the date of it fresh in your me-
mory. Now, if you were to take the same
delight in learning that you do in playing,
you would find no difficulty. You play at
marbles well, I believe?'
'Oh yes, lather. I beat every boy at
school!'
'And your brother tells me that your kite
(lies highest; and that you are first in skating.'
'Yes, my kite always Hies the best; ami
I can cut every figure, from one to nine,
and form every letter in the alphabet on
the ice '
'You are very fond of skating, and Hy-
ing your kite, and playing at ball and
marbles ?'
'Yes father; too fond, I believe, for a
boy of my age.'
'And yet you cannot learn your Latin
lesson. My dear boy, you are deceiving
yourself. You can learn as well as any
one, if you will only tr\'.'
'But have I not tried, father?'again urged
George.
'Weir, try again. Come, lay aside that
kite you are making for this afternoon, and
give another effort to get your lesson ready.
Be in earnest, and you will soon learn it.
To show you that it only requires per-
severance, I will tell you a story. One of
the dullest boys at a village school, more
than thirty years ago, came up to repeat
his lesson one morning; and, as usual, did
not know it. 'Go to your seat, you block-
head!' said the teacher, pettishly. 'Yon
will never be fit for anything but a scavenger.'
'The poor boy stole off to his seat, and
bent his eyes again upon his lesson.
"It is rio use. I cannot learn,' he said
in a whisper to a companion who sat near
him.
"You must try hard,' replied the kind-
hearted boy.
'I have tried, and it is no use. I may
just as well give up at once.'
'Try again, HeniTi' whispered his com-
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