英国语文(英文原版·插图典藏本)(第2册)(txt+pdf+epub+mobi电子书下载)

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Do you see the spider in the picture? He has just got his web done; and there he sits in the very middle of it, ready to pounceupon a fly.

The spider loves work. He begins to work as soon as he begins to live. Every spider is born a weaver. Even the youngest spider knows how to weave his web just as well as the oldest.

The spider never has to go to school to learn his task. So, the little duck can swim as soon as it is hatched. And the little bird can build its nest, and the bee can make the honey-comb, without any teaching.

God has given these creatures the power to do their work. And that is why they never make any blunders. Not all the weavers and spinners in the world could beat the spider in the work that he does.

The spider is never in a hurry. He always takes care to make every thread fast. He takes a pride in doing his work well.

All spiders have not the same kind of work to do. But they all do it in the very best way.

Some spiders are masons. These build houses, the size of a big thimble. They make doors to them, which they shut when they go in. It is even said that they are able to fasten the door of the house inside, so that robber can get in.

The garden spider lets its threads float in the air till they happen to take hold of plants or branches of trees. It then uses these threads as the roads or bridges by which it crosses from place to place.

A strange story is told of a spider saving his life by this means. He was put upon the end of a stick which stood a foot or two out of water. He was on a little islandin the midst of a little sea.

What did he do? He walked down the stick to the edge of the water. He went round and round it; but he could find no way to get off.

He then went once more to the top of the stick, and kept still for a while. He seemed to say to himself, “Well, I am in a nice fix now; what am I to do?”

He soon made up his mind. For he at once began to spin a long thread. He made one end of it fast to the top of the stick; and let the thread float away in the wind till it caught a tree on the shore. He then slid along the line, and got safely to dry land at last!Questions

What is every spider, when he is born? Who has taught him? What do the mason-spiders build? How does the garden-spider cross from place to place? What did the spider do when he was put on a stick in the water?Pronunciation

spi'-der　weav'-er　teach'-ing　spin'-ners　rob'-ber

pic'-ture　youn'-gest　crea'-tures　hur'-ry　bridg'-es

mid'-dle　old'-est　pow'-er　thim'-ble　wa'-ter

look'-ing　hon'-ey　nev'-er　ma'-sons　him-self'

be-gins'　with-out'　blun-ders'　hous'-es　safe'-lyWrite

build　thread　float　white

school　caught　pounce　shoreLesson 2THE CHILD AND THE BIRD

Little bird, little bird, come to me!

I have a clean cage all ready for thee;

Many bright flowers I'll bring to you,

And fresh, ripe cherries, all wet with dew. —

“Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care,

But I dearly love the dear, cool air;

And my snug little nest in the old oak tree

Is better than golden cage for me!” —

Little bird, little bird, where wilt thou go

When all the fields are buried in snow?

The ice will cover the old oak tree;

Little bird, little bird, stay with me! —

“Nay, little maiden, away I'll fly

To greener fields and a warmer sky:

When Spring comes back with cheerful rain

My joyful song you will hear again.” —

Little bird, little bird, who will guide thee

Over the hills and over the sea?

Foolish one, come with me to stay;

If you don't, I am sure you will lose your way.—

“Ah, no, little maiden! God guides me

Over the hills and over the sea:

He made me free as the morning air,

To drink the sunshine everywhere!”Questions

What does the little bird like better than a pretty cage? Where does the bird go in winter? When does it come back again? Why does it not lose its way?Pronunciation

lit'-tle　maid'-en　bur'-ied　warm'-er　fool'-ish

read'-y　dear'-ly　cov'-er　cheer'-ful　morn'-ing

flow'-ers　bet'-ter　a-way'　joy'-ful　sun'-shine

cher'-ries　gold'-en　green'-er　o'-ver　ev'-er-y-whereWrite

clean　fields　rain　drink

bright　thanks　spring　guidesLesson 3THE RABBITS

There is George looking at the rabbits. Let us go and see them too.

“Oh, how pretty they are! Can they eat anything?”

Yes, Lily. You may give them these green leaves.

Now they see the leaves. Oh, how they are feasting! They seem very hungry.

Their little mouths go round and round the edges of the fresh green leaves, and soon they will eat them all up.

Wild rabbits go into holes which they make in the ground. There they are safe, and do not fear either dogs or cats; or even men, who would like to catch them.

In the evening, they come out of their holes to feed in the fields. They sit very close to the ground, amongst the grass, and you can hardly see the little gray things.

But if you clap your hands, they will all run off to their holes, and you may see lots of little white tails bobbing over the field.

It is a pretty sight, to see wild rabbits running over the fields.

On the hills near the sea-shore, where Lily lives, there are hundreds and hundreds of them.

There is quite a large rabbit town there, with its streets and houses, all under the ground.

Lily must go with me some day, and perhaps we shall see some of the little creatures that live in the rabbit town.Questions

What do rabbits eat? How do they eat them? Where do wild rabbits live? Where are there hundreds of them? When a great many of them live together, what do you call the place?Pronunciation

look'-ing　pret'-ty　edg'-es　a-mongst'　hous'-es

rab'-bits　feast'-ing　ei'-ther　run'-ning　per-haps'

Lil'-y　hun'-gry　eve'-ning　hun'-dreds　crea'-turesWrite

green　wait　round　sight

George　leaves　catch　quiteLesson 4THE TWO GOATS

On a wild mountain, two goats met on a ledgejust over a high cliff. The ledge was so narrow, that there was neither room for them to pass each other nor to turn round and go back. A steep rock rose straight above them — a deep dark chasmlay below! What do you think the two goats did?

One of them with great care laid himself down on the narrow ledge, pressing as close to the rock as he could. Then the other goat gently and softly stepped over his friend, till, safely past him, he could lightly bound away.

The goat that had lain down then drew himself up from his lowly place, safe and sound, free to spring again from rock to rock, and crop the sweet grass on the hills.

Two other goats had left the valley, and climbed far up the mountain. At length they met on the banks of a wild, rushing stream. A tree had fallen across the stream, and formed a bridge from the one side to the other.

The goats looked at each other, and each wished to pass over first.

They stood for a moment with one foot on the tree, each thinking that the other would draw back. But neither of them would give way, and they met at last on the middle of the narrow bridge!

They then began to push and fight with their horns, till at last their feet slipped, and both the goats fell into the swift flowing stream, and were lost in the waters!

Both might have been saved, if either of them had known how to yield at the right time.Questions

Where did the first two goats meet? What above them? What lay below? How did they manage to pass one another? Where did the other two goats meet? What did each claim? What took place in the middle of the bridge? They were both lost, because neither of them…?Pronunciation

moun'-tain　press'-ing　light'-ly　val'-ley　mo'-ment

nar'-row　gen'-tly　him-self'　rush'-ing　mid'-dle

nei'-ther　soft'-ly　low'-ly　fall'-en　flow'-ingWrite

ledge　ground　yield　swift

chasm　climbed　bridge　streamLesson 5EARLY RISING

Get Tip, little sister; the morning is bright,

And the birds are all singing to welcomethe light:

The buds are all opening; the dew's on the flower;

If you shake but a branch, see, there falls quite a shower.

By the side of their mothers, look, under the trees,

How the young lambs are skipping about as they please;

And by all those rings on the water, I know,

The fishes are merrily swimming below.

The bee, I dare say, has been long on the wing.

To get honey from every flower of spring;

For the bee never idles, but labours all day.

Thinking (wise little insect) work better than play.

The lark's singing gaily; it loves the bright sun,

And rejoicesthat now the gay spring has begun:

For the spring is so cheerful, I think't would be wrong

If we did not feel happy to hear the lark's song.

Get up; for when all things are merry and glad,

Good children should never be lazy or sad:

For God gives us daylight, dear sister, that we

May rejoice like the lark, and may work like the bee.Pronunciation

sing'-ing　moth'-ers　swim'-ming　la'-bours　cheer'-ful

morn'-ing　skip'-ping　dare-say'　in'-sect　hap'-py

o'-pen-ing　fish'-es　hon'-ey　sing'-ing　la'-zy

show'-er　mer'-ri-ly　i'-dles　gai'-ly　day'-lightWrite

shake　lambs　lark　dear

branch　please　wrong　givesLesson 6BEESI.

Look at that bee on the flower. See how it shakes its wings, and works with its little feet. Ah! it is off to another flower. It is working again!

Now it is off to another! How busy it is! It does not rest a minute in one place. It seems to have a great deal of work to do, and to be in haste to get it done.

Now let us go to the other end of the garden.

Do you see those little straw houses, which have no windows, and only a very small door?

They are the houses in which the bees live, and are called hives.

A great many bees live in each hive. See how many are going in!

When spring comes, and the flowers begin to bloom, the bees come out of the hives very early in the morning. They fly away, and gather the sweet juice out of the flowers.

The bee has a long tongue, which it thrustsinto the flower, to suck up the juice. Then it carries the juice to the hive, and makes it into honey.Questions

How many children do yon see in the picture? What are they looking at? What are bees' houses called? What are they made of? Why do the bees go out early in spring? With what does the bee suck up the juice?Pronunciation

flow'-er　work'-ing　min'-ute　win'-dows　blos'-som　gath'-er

lit'-tle　a-gain'　gar'-den　man'-y　ear'-ly　car'-ries

an-oth'-er　bus'-y　hous'-es　be-gin'　morn'-ing　hon'-eyWrite

wings　juice　shape　thrusts

shakes　haste　sweet　tongueII.

When a bee sets out in the morning to look for honey, it does not visitonly the flowers near at hand. It goes very often more than a mile from its own hive; but it never loses its way.

When a shower of rain comes on, it takes shelterin some little hole in a wall, or perhaps among the leaves of a tree, or inside a large flower. When the sun peeps out again, it mounts up into the air, and flies swiftly home.

Bees gather not only honey, but also a kind of golden dust, from the inside of flowers. This dust they carry home on their hind legs. They use it to make bee-bread in the hive, as food for the young bees.

This dust they also use to make wax; and with the wax they build a great many little cells, all of the same shape, and all nicely fitted together.

They fill those cells with the sweet honey. The little waxencells filled with honey are called the honey comb.Questions

How far does a bee often go from its hive? What does it do when a shower comes on? What do bees gather besides the juice? What do they do with it? What else? What is honey comb?Pronunciation

oft'-en　show'-er　a-mong'　swift'-ly　gold'-en　nice'-ly

los'-es　per-haps'　in'-side　gath'-er　car'-ry　fit'-tedWrite

near　flies　young　great

takes　large　mounts　leavesIII.

One day a snail crawled into a bee-hive. The bees soon crowded about her in great wonder. They could not make out what the lady with the house on her backcould want.

As she was very much in the way, creeping along the street of their busy little town, they tried to turn her out. But it was all in vain. They could not get her to go out of the hive.

At last they fell upon another plan. They sealed up all the edges of her shell with wax, and so fixed it firmly to the bottom of the hive. The poor snail could not move. She soon died, and did not trouble them any more.Questions

What one day got into a hive? What did the bees try to do? What did they do when they failed? And what then?Pronunciation

crowd'-ed　la'-dy　a-long'　an-oth'-er　bot'-tom

a-bout'　ver'-y　bus'-y　edg'-es　troub'-ble

won'-der　creep'-ing　lit'-tle　firm'-ly　an'-yWrite

snail　town　could　died

crawled　street　fixed　sealedLesson 7THE BEE

I LOVE to see the busy bee,

I love to watch the hive:

When the sun is hot they lingernot—

It makes them all alive.

God gave them skill, and with good will

They to their work attend:

Each little cell is shaped so well,

That none their work can mend.

Now in, now out, they move about,

Yet all in order true;

Each seems to know both where to go,

And what it has to do.

'Midsummer heat, the honey sweet

It gathers while it may,

In tiny drops, and never stops

To waste its time in play.

I hear it come, I know its hum;

It flies from flower to flower;

And to its store a little more

It adds, each day and hour.

Just so should I my heart apply,

My proper work to mind:

Look for some sweet in all I meet,

And store up all I find.Pronunciation

bus'-y　lit'-tle　sum'-mer　ti'-ny　flow'-er

a-live'　or'-der　hon'-ey　nev'-er　prop'-erWrite

skill　true　while　work

watch　shaped　waste　somePROVERBS

Waste not, want not

A stitch in time saves nine.Lesson 8THE SWAN

The tame swan is a very gentle bird. It likes to swim on streams and ponds. When it is young it is gray, and not at all a pretty bird; but when it is full-grown it is as white as snow.

Look at the swan in the picture. See how gracefulit is as it sails along.

Among the bushes and high grass near the water the swan builds its nest. It is made of dry sticks or rushes, and is placed on the ground. Here the swan lays its eggs.

As soon as the young ones are hatched, away the little creatures run to the water ! They need no school and no teaching, for God has made them so that they can swim at once, as well as the old birds.

Did you ever see the feet of a swan? They are made for swimming. All birds that love the water, and swim in it, have web-feet. Swans have web-feet, and so have ducks, and a number of other birds.

They can all swim well; but hens and chickens and sparrows cannot swim at all, for they have not web-feet like the swan and the duck.

The swan has a long neck; and by means of it, it can reach its food without divingas ducks do. The swan feeds on the seeds, leaves, and roots of water-plants.Questions

What colour is the swan when it is young? What colour is it when it is full-grown? Where does it build its nest? What is the nest made of? What do the young swans do, as soon as they are hatched? What kind of feet has the swan? What other bird has the same kind of feet? Of what use is the swan's long neck? What does it feed on?Pronunciation

Gen'-tle　a-mong'　crea'-tures　num'-ber　spar'-rows

pret'-ty　bush'-es　teach'-ing　oth'-er　can'-not

pic'-ture　rosh'-es　swim'-ming　chick'-ens　in'-sectsWrite

grown　sticks　ground　leaves

streams　builds　hatched　schoolLesson 9TELL THE TRUTH

There was once a little boy whose name was George, and his father one day gave him a small axe to play with.

George was greatly pleased with it, and took it with him to the garden. He roamed about, trying it upon nearly every thing that came in his way.

At last he came to a young cherry-tree, and began to try the axe on it. He soon made some deep cuts in the tree. And then he walked away to another part of the garden.

This cherry-tree was greatly prized by his father; but George forgot all about that.

By-and-by his father came to that part of the garden where the tree stood. He was very sorry when he found his fine cherry-tree almost ruined.

“George!” said he sternlyto his son, “who has done this?”

Did George answer, “I don't know, father?” O no. Did he lay the blame on any one else? O no.

With tears in his eyes he looked up to his father's face. “Father,” said he, “I can't tell a lie — I did it.”

Noble boy! He was not afraid to tell the truth; and his father at once forgave him.

Boys are often temptedto speak what is not the truth. When that happenslet each one think of George, and try like him to say, “I can't tell a lie.” Come what may, boys, speak the truth.

“Speak the truth, and speak it ever.

Cost it what it will;

He who hides the wrong he did

Does the wrong thing still.”

The boy of this story became one of the greatest men that ever lived. He was George Washington.Questions

What did George get from his father? What did he try it upon? What did he at last injure very much with it? Whom did this make very sorry? What did his father say to him? What did George answer? What did this boy become? Who was he?Pronunciation

Fa'-ther　try'-ing　be-gan'　ru'-ined　sto'-ry

great'-ly　near'-ly　a-way'　an-swer'　be-came'

gar'-den　ev'-er-y　an-oth'-er　no'-ble　great'-est

a-bout'　cher'-ry-tree　for-got'　for-gave'　Wash'-ing-tonWrite

once　prized　found　truth

George　roamed　wrong　livedPROVERBS

Better to slip with the foot than with the tongue.

He is wise who speaks little.

As the tree is, such is the fruit.Lesson 10WELCOME, LITTLE ROBIN

On a cold winter day a poor little robin once came to a window. Some children who saw it, opened the window very gently, and the robin came hopping into the room. The children fed it with crumbs, and then let it fly away again. During the winter it came back several times to its little friends; but when the warm weather came, it flew away to the woods.

Welcome, little Robin

With the scarlet breast!

In this winter weather

Cold must be your nest.

Hopping o'er the carpet,

Picking up the crumbs,

Robin knows the children

Love him when he comes.

Is the story true, Robin,

You were once so good

To the little orphans

Sleeping in the wood?

Did you see them lying,

Pale, and cold, and still,

And strew leaves above them

With your little bill?

Whether true or not, Robin,

We are glad to see

How you trust us children,

Walking in so free.

Hopping o'er the carpet,

Picking up the crumbs,

Robin knows the children

Love him when he comes.

And though little Robin

Has no gift of speech,

Yet he can a Lesson

To the children teach;

Still to trust that blessings

Will be richly given,

When they ask their Father

For their bread from heaven.— J. D. B.Questions

What did the children do when the robin came to the window? What did the robin do? During what time did he come back? Where did he go when the warm weather came? What did the robin show by hopping in so freely? What Lesson does he teach to children?Pronunciation

wel'-come　hop'-ping　sto'-ry　wheth'-er　rich'-ly

rob'-in　car'-pet　lit'-tle　walk'-ing　giv'-en

scar'-let　pick'-ling　sleep'-ing　les'-son　Fa'-ther

weath'-er　chil'-dren　ly'-ing　win'-ter　heav'-enWrite

breast　true　trust　though

crumbs　once　strew　speechLesson 11THE WOLF

The wolf is one of the fiercest of all the beasts of prey. It is an animal of the dog kind, and is a little like a dog, and a little like a fox.

It has its den in the forest, far away from the homes of men. Here in summer it lives on birds, hares, and other small animals.

But in winter, wolves often leave the forests in search of food. They then hunt in large packs or bands; and when pressed by hunger they become very fierce and bold. They will even enter villages, and attack lambs, sheep, cows, and horses.

In the depthof winter, when the snow is on the ground, a wild howl is often heard in the stillness of the night. And in the morning, the loss of a cow or a horse tells the people of the village that they have had a visit from the wild wolf of the forest.

Once a Russian noble and his wife were chased by a pack of wolves, when driving in a sledge drawn by four horses.

They were in great fear of being torn to pieces. And they had to leave first one, and then another of their horses, to occupy the wolves till they got out of their reach!Questions

What other animals is the wolf like? Where has it its den? What does it live upon in summer? How do wolves hunt in winter? Where do they sometimes go in search of food? What is often heard in the quiet night? What tells of their visit in the morning? How did a Russian noble and his wife once escape from a pack?

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