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This set of literature readers is authorized by the Minister of
Education and prepared for the Ontario schools. The choice of
selections has been dictated primarily by a desire to improve the
taste, train the judgment, ennoble the ideals, and exercise the
imagination of pupils, and to develop such a preference for good
literature as maybe a safeguard to them in after life when they are
left to choose for themselves what they will read for
recreation.
The prose lessons will be found invaluable aid in the teaching of
composition on account of the variety of styles they present and
the kind of themes they suggest. All three kinds of poetry -lyric,
epic and dramatic - are represented in the readers.
The aim in the compilation of this reader has been to keep down
the number of the authors and make more extensive selections from
the works of those whose writings are suitable for this purpose. It
has in this way been rendered possible to make a special study of
the works of each of several authors.
目錄：
第一册
1 THE LITTLE RED HEN I
2 THE LITTLE RED HEN II
3 THE LITTLE RED HEN Ⅲ
4 THE LITTLE RED HEN Ⅳ
5 THE LITTLE RED HEN Ⅴ
6 THE LITTLE RED HEN Ⅵ
7 THE LITTLE RED HEN Ⅶ
8 THE LITTLE PIG
9 HUMPTY DUMPTY
10 JACK AND JILL
11 THE WIND
12 HUSH A BYE
13 LITTLE BOY BLUE
14 THE HORN
15 LITTLE BO-PEEP
16 OUR FLAG
17 FIVE LITTLE BIRDS
18 LITTLE DUCKS AND CHICKENS
19 WHO AM I?
20 THE HORSE AND THE GOOSE
21 THE LITTLE PLANT
22 MY LITTLE GARDEN
23 SANTA CLAUS
24 THE CHILD AND THE STAR
25 THE UMBRELLA
26 OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
27 WISHES
28 THE HOUSE
29 OLD DOGGIE, TALK TO ME
30 THE LITTLE RAINDROPS
31 THE RAIN
32 THE CLEVER DOG
33 THE WISE FOX
34 JACK AND TOM
35 THE LITTLE ROSEBUSH
36 THE TEA-PARTY
37 THE THREE BEARS
38 LITTLE STAR
39 THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
40 ONE THING AT A TIME
41 THE CAT AND THE BIRD
42 THE DUCKS AND THE FROGS
43 THE DOG IN THE MANGER
44 WHITE SHEEP
45 THE STORY OF HENNY PENNY
46 THE GREEDY MAN
47 ROBIN REDBREAST
48 THE GINGERBREAD BOY
49 THE BEE
50 THE RATS AND THE EGG
51 THE TOWN MUSICIANS
52 THE LION AND THE MOUSE
53 A YELLOW BIRD
54 THE LITTLE MAN
55 THE DANDELION
56 LITTLE HANS
57 A GIANT
58 MORNING HYMN
59 EVENING HYMN
60 LITTLE THINGS
61 THE SWING
62 THE HONEST INDIAN
63 THE LITTLE NUT
64 CRADLE SONG
65 HOW DID HE DO IT
66 THREE LITTLE KITTENS
67 THE CROWS AND THE WINDMILL
68 WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY
69 A SECRET
70 THE WIND AND THE SUN
71 TWO LITTLE KITTENS
72 KING SOLOMON AND THE BEES
73 THE SUNBEAM
74 A KITTEN RHYME
75 OCTOBER''S PARTY
76 THE STAR
77 A GREAT NOISE
78 LADY MOON
79 THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE
80 WHAT I SHOULD DO
81 THE FOX AND THE CAT
82 THE SNOW-FLAKES
83 THE BELL OF ATRI
84 SNOW
85 THE BRIGHT SIDE
86 THE WOLF AND THE CAT
87 THE WIND AND THE LEAVES
88 THE DOG AND THE SHADOW
89 LOOK UP AND TRY
90 HOW THE PONY WAS SHOD
91 MY LITTLE DOLL
92 LUCY OF THE LIGHTHOUSE
93 IF
94 THE SPIDER AND THE FLY
95 THE HONEST WOODMAN
96 THE RAINBOW
97 THE FIELD MOUSE AND THE TOWN MOUSE
98 CHERRIES
99 THE FOUR PEACHES
100 GRAY AND WHITE
101 THE LITTLE GRAY KITTEN
102 THREE BUGS
103 THE FROG PRINCE
104 THE QUEER LITTLE HOUSE
105 LITTLE THINGS
106 ALICE
107 THE FOX AND THE HEN
108 SPRING WAKING
109 THE PIED PIPER
110 SONG OF THE FAIRIES
111 THE BABY SWALLOW
112 THE LITTLE ACORN
113 THE SEED AND THE STONE
114 THE LAUGHING BROOK
115 THE STORY OF MOSES
116 SPRING
117 THE REASON WHY
118 BIRD THOUGHTS
第二册
1 THE ARAB AND HIS CAMEL
2 MY SHADOW
3 THE PAIL OF GOLD
4 THE LAND OF NOD
5 THE BAT, THE BIRDS, AND THE BEASTS
6 THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS
7 HOW I TURNED THE GRINDSTONE
8 WOODLAND RAIN
9 OBSERVATION
10 SEPTEMBER
11 ECHO
12 "ONE, TWO, THREE"
13 LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
14 WHEN THE LITTLE BOY RAN AWAY
15 AN ADVENTURE WITH WOLVES
16 THE POND
17 THE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL
18 A SONG FOR LITTLE MAY
19 THE ASS IN THE LION''S SKIN
20 BELLING THE CAT
21 THE LITTLE LAND
22 A STORY OF ROBIN HOOD
23 THE PRICE OF A SONG
24 LULLABY
25 THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT
26 THE HARE WITH MANY FRIENDS
27 ADVICE
28 THE BOY AND THE FILBERTS
29 THE TALKATIVE TORTOISE
30 NOVEMBER
31 THE GOOD SAMARITAN
32 SOMEBODY''S MOTHER
33 THE RABBIT''S TRICK
34 HOW THE WIND BLOWS
35 THE STORY OF JOSEPH
36 A CHILD''S SONG OF CHRISTMAS
37 RIDING BEHIND REINDEER
38 HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN
39 THE BOY AND THE SQUIRREL
40 O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM
41 TWO WAYS OF LOOKING AT IT
42 INDIAN SUMMER
43 THE FOX AND THE GRAPES
44 ANDROCLUS AND THE LION
45 THE DUEL
46 THE LOST CAMEL
47 THE COMING OF SPRING
48 A GENTLEMAN OF TEN
49 A FAIRY WENT A-MARKETING
50 A NIGHT WITH A WOLF
51 IN ANCIENT BRITAIN
52 HE AND SHE
53 THE PRICE OF A FISH
54 LITTLE SORROW
55 STORY OF A RED CROSS DOG
56 THE RAIN
57 FULL MOON
58 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY
59 LITTLE GUSTAVA
60 THE TIGER, THE BRAHMAN, AND THE JACKAL
61 THE BLUEBIRD
62 ULYSSES
63 DON''T KILL THE BIRDS
64 MOTHER PARTRIDGE
65 THE ANT AND THE CRICKET
66 THE LAZY FROG
67 LISTEN TO THE RAIN
68 THE BOY WHO COULD NOT BE BRIBED
69 A LITTLE SPRING
70 A WONDERFUL WORKMAN
71 THE SPRITE
72 THE PRODIGAL SON
73 THE FIELD MOUSE
74 QUEEN BESS AND WALTER RALEIGH
75 A LULLABY
76 THEY DIDN''T THINK
77 HEPATICAS
78 THE WIND
79 ALEXANDER''S FIRST VICTORY
80 ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON
81 A WAKE-UP SONG
82 WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD
83 LETTERS OF RECOMMENDATION
84 A VISIT FROM ST. NICHOLAS
85 JAMES WATT AND THE TEA-KETTLE
86 WHY?
87 JACK CORNWELL
88 THE BROWN THRUSH
89 THE CANDLE
90 THE DARING FROGGIE
91 THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD
92 A LITTLE FRENCH HEROINE
93 THE GOLDEN TOUCH
94 WATER
95 HOW THE GREEKS TOOK TROY
96 THE CHILDREN''S HOUR
97 ABIDE WITH ME
第三册
第四册
第五册
內容試閱：
GENTLEMEN, THE KING!
When I was a child and knelt on a big hassock in the rectory pew
of a Suffolk church, I used to wonder, while flies droned against
the green-tinted diamond-paned windows, and the crowing of roosters
came with drowsy sunshine through the open door, whether the dear,
sadfaced lady in a widow''s cap, whose picture hung in our nursery
above the gray rocking-horse, knew that my father was praying for
her good health.
I used to wonder, too, whether she ever reflected how at that
particular moment, from one end of England to the other, men were
breathing her woman''s name into the hearing of the King of Kings,
Lord of Lords, the only Ruler of princes. How wonderful for that
little lady to think of this universal supplication-how humbling,
how uplifting! Did she bow her head very, very low, I wondered, as
the choric prayer of England rose in the hush of those Sabbath
morns from city to town, from village and hamlet-the voice of her
great little England approaching the confidence of God on her
behalf.
"Most heartily we beseech Thee with Thy favour to behold our most
gracious Sovereign Lady, Queen Victoria, and so replenish her with
the grace of Thy Holy Spirit, that she may alway incline to Thy
will, and walk in Thy way. Endue her plenteously with heavenly
gifts; grant her in health and wealth long to live; strengthen her
that she may vanquish and overcome all her enemies; and finally,
after this life, she may attain everlasting joy and
felicity."
The innocent wonder of childhood lies far behind me on the dusty
road of life. He who prayed and she for whom he prayed have both
out-soared the shadow of our night. Other children play in that
Suffolk glebe, a different voice wakes the Sabbath echoes in that
village church, and another inhabits the majestic splendour of the
throne of England.
Here in Canada, far away in the West, with the croon of the
Pacific Ocean in my ears and the scents of a deep, cool, pine
forest stealing into the candles through the opening of a tent, I
find my wonderment following the ancient trail of a far-away
childhood. Does Edward the Seventh, I asked myself, ever reflect
that in all the zones of the world, night after night, year in,
year out, at the old familiar call, "Gentlemen, the King!"-men of
Shakespeare''s blood and Alfreds lineage spring to their feet, as at
the sound of a trumpet, and the local welkin rings with the anthem
of the British? Is he conscious, wheresoever he be at this moment,
of the low, strong, rumbling Amen of our anthem, which rolls
through the tent as we set down our glasses and resume our chairs-"
The King! -God bless him." Every night, in every quarter of the
globe, as constant as the stars, as strong as the mountains, this
pledge of loyalty, this profession of faith by the clean-hearted
British-" The King! -God bless him."
Presently the chairman rises to propose another toast, but my
thoughts cling to the ancient trail. I see a vision of Windsor
Castle, with the Royal Standard streaming out against the sky of
summer turquoise, exactly as it shone for my boyish eyes in a box
of bricks. The fragrance of England''s May-breathing hedgerows and
the deep, earthy scents of her glimmering woods of oak and elm,
come to me from the fields of memory. All that makes England
demi-Paradise-her rose-hung hedges, her green woods, her creeping
rivers, her April orchards, and her March-blown hills-all this
gracious pageantry rises in a green and tender mirage to the eyes
of my musing. And as I feel the spell and magic of "this other
Eden" I feel also the pomp and splendour of the British throne, I
understand how it is that whithersoever I go in Canada, men stand
up like soldiers at the toast of the King, and, though but a moment
hence they were laughing over a light story, sing with exaltation
the anthem of the British: "The King! -God bless him." He is to
these dwellers in a far land, these English Esaus, who "tramp free
hills and sleep beneath blue sky," the magic name which opens for
them the gates of the past, and shows again the pleasant vision of
childhood. At the name of the King rises the vision of England,
Windsor Castle, the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey-all the
crowded historic greatness of free and glorious England-this
memory, with childhood''s picture of Yeomen of the Guard, Lord Mayor
processions, and the swirl of craft under the Thames bridges, leaps
in one fond, yearning affection to the exiled heart at the toast of
the King. All that men learned of England at the knees of their
mothers comes like a vision at the call of the King. At that name
Esau dreams his dream of home.
How great and good a thing to be the head and fountain of a
world-wandering people! What a sublime reflection for a single
individual that men and women, scattered across the great globe,
and sundered from each other by every sea that rolls beneath the
stars, regard his name as a band binding them in a great communion.
To be the captain of the British people-is there higher office on
the earth? To feel oneself the symbol and the sigil of a great race
marching to wider freedom-is there nobler inspiration under
heaven?
How often I have raised my glass in London to the toast of his
Majesty, and murmured like a schoolboy repeating his lesson the
concordant affirmation, "The King-God bless him." But here,
separated by a continent and an ocean from the shores of England,
what significance there is in the toast, and what emotion in the
voices of those who stand to drink! Here in the Island of
Vancouver, all formality slips from the proceeding, and our toast
is sacred, like a religious service. We are men seeking to express
communion. We are free people uttering the ritual of our unity. The
flag which drapes the table enfolds an empire. The name of the King
knits us into a common family. With what a proud challenge it rings
out: "The King! -the King!" And then, quietly, under the breath,
the short emphatic prayer: "God bless him!"
My thoughts go back over the long journey from Quebec to the city
of Victoria. Scarce has a day passed but in some city or village we
have stood to drink the loyal and ancient toast. Not only in the
proud club-houses and hotels of prosperous cities, but in little
lake-side hamlets, in new-built prairie towns, and in the midst of
the Rocky Mountains. And, not only have we been called upon to
drink that toast by the millionaire, the politician, and the
university professor, but by broken men, who drift from land to
land, from city to city, who drink too deeply and who live too
madly, but in whose tempestuous and all but lawless brains beats
still the lilt of England''s song: "Gentlemen- the King!" For that
moment we are all gentlemen. For that moment Esau wears the
European livery of his brother Jacob.
It is thus throughout the vast Dominion of Canada. It is thus in
the mighty Empire of India. It is thus in ancient Egypt. It is thus
in South Africa. It is thus in Australia. Shore calls to shore the
ancient pledge, and the ships that sail between link voice to
voice. Hark, how it rings across the world, that cry, "The King!
-God bless him!"-from one whole continent, from a hundred
peninsulas, from five hundred promontories, from a thousand lakes,
from two thousand rivers, from ten thousand islands, and from
seventy out of every hundred ships at sea. What pride, what pomp,
what honour, what responsibility-to be the inspiration of that
prayer.
- Harold Begbic
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