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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 *
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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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panion. in an earnest and encouraging
tone.
'Tliese two little words gave him a fresh
impulse, and he bent his mind with renewed
ellort to his task. It was only the simple
memorizing of a grammar lesson — notdif-
jicult by any means. The concentration of
his mind upon the task was more earnest
and fixed than usual; gradually he began
to find the sentences lingering in his me-
moiT, and soon to his surprise and pleasure,
the whole lesson was mastered. With a
livelier motion, and a more conlident manner,
tban he had ever before exhibited in going
up to say a lesson, he rose from his seat,
and proceeded to the teacher's desk.
'Wliat do you Avant now?'
''To say my lesson, sir.'
"Go oil" to your seat! Did you not try
iialf an hour ago?'
"Yes; but I can say it now, sir,' timidly
urged the boy.
"Go on, then. And if you miss a sen-
tence, you shall have six bad marks.'
'Heni-y commenced, and said off the
whole lesson rapidly, without missing a word.
The master cast on him a look ofpleasure,
as he handed him back his book, but said
nothing. As the boy returned to his seat,
his step was lightei', for his heart beat with
a new impulse.
"Did you say it?' whispered his kind-
hearted schoolmate.
"Kvei7 word,' replied the boy, proudly.
"Then you see you can learn.'
"Yes, but it is hard work.'
"Uut there is nothing like trying.'
"No. And from this hour,'replied Henry,
iirmly, 'I will never say I cannot.'
'I'rom that day,' continued Mr, Prentice,
'there was no boy in the school who learn-
ed more rapidly than Henry. Itrequired much
thought and application, but these he gave
L-lieerfulIy, and success crowned his eirorts.'
'And did he always continue thus to
learn?' asked George, looking up into his
fathei''s Jace.
'From that day, to the present hour, he
has been a student; and now urges his son
George to Uit again,' as he tried.'
'And was it, indeed, you, father?* asked
Jiis son, eagerly looking up into the face
of his kind parent.
'Yes, my child. That dull boy was your
own father in his early years.'
'Then 1 will try again,' said George, in
a decided tone; and Hinging aside his half-
made kite, he turned and re-entered the
Iiouse, and was soon bending in earnest
attention over his Latin grammar.
5. 'TOO LATE.-
Too late to rise — too late for school,.
Too late to keep Jjy each good rule;
Tbe sluggard soon becomes a fool;
Oh never be Hoo late.'
Oh use the precious hours to-day.
To gather knowledge while you may,
For quickly hasteth Time away;
Then never be 'too late.'
And grateful lo youi- parents be,
For tenderly they've cared for tliee.
And soon on earth ye may tliem see
No more — and mourn — *too late.
And to thy suflering brother-man,
Give aid and comfort while ye can,
Aye like the good Samaritan,
Ere yet it be 'too late.'
To all, Death hasteth on apace,
Then seek thy Heavenly Father's lace.
Through life to guide tliee by His grace;
Ere yet it be ^too late.'
(■>. UOYS AT SCHOOL.
We name the world a school, for day by
day
We something learn, till we are call'd away;
The school we name a world, — for vice
and pain,
Fraud and contention, there begin to reign;
And much, in fact, this lesser world can
show
Of grief and crime that in the greater grow.
You saw, said George, in that still-hated
school
Honv the meek suller, how the haughty rule;
There soft, ingenuous, gentle minds endure
Ills that ease, time, and friendship fail to
cure: [from sin.
There the best hearts, and those who shrink
Find some reducing imp to draw them in;
Who takes infernal pleasure to impart
The strongest poison to the purest heart.
Call to your mind this scene — Yon boy
behold:
How hot the vengeance of a heart so cold
See how he beats, whom he had just reviled
And made rebellious — that imploring child:
lloAv fierce his eye, how merciless his blows,,
And how his anger on his insult grows;
You saw this Hector and his patient slave,
Th'insulting speech, the cruel blows he gave,
Mtx'd with mankind, his interest in his sight,
We found this Nimrod civil and polite,
There was no triumph in his manner seen,
He was so humble, you might tliink him
mean: