. La miscellany picturale de Forrester pour le cercle familial . bbles d'air qui risefréquemment du fond ? La flore. O oui ; souvent. M. F. l'air est beaucoup plus léger que l'eau, et ces bulles se cape de la terre au fond, et s'élèvent à la surface. Whenneighbor Holmes maison était en feu, vous vous souvenez de tous les neigh-bors voulait se précipiter dans et enlever les meubles, mais la tête en-gineer a dit non, les portes ne doivent pas être ouvertes. Et il a bien répondu, car le toit était alors en feu; et si les portes avaient ouvert une colonne d'air frais aurait précipité à travers la maison, et meublé plus o

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. Forrester's pictorial miscellany for the family circle . bbles of air which frequently risefrom the bottom ? Flora. O yes ; often. M. F. Air is much lighter than water, and these bubbles es-cape from the earth at the bottom, and rise to the surface. Whenneighbor Holmes house was on fire, you remember all the neigh-bors wanted to rush in and remove the furniture, but the head en-gineer said no, the doors must not be opened. And he answeredvery properly, for the roof was then on fire; and had the doors beenopened a column of fresh air would have rushed up through thehouse, and furnished more oxygen for the flames, thus increasingtheir fury. By keeping the doors closed, the fire was partly stifled, and ladders were brought, and the fire extinguished. All this iseasily seen and accounted for when we realize that heated air riser, and other air rushes in to supply its place. BE RESOLUTE. Stand like an Anvil, when the barLies red and glowing on its breast; Duty shall be lifes leading star, And conscious innocence its r< ! 72 PICTORIAL MISCELLANY, . My Mother, MOTHER, again I see you standAmid your prattling infant band ;Again, in haste, aside you layThe book you wished to read to-day :Your time is given to us alone, Scarcely a moment seems your own ;Where shall we ever find anotherTo care for us like you, my mother ? You wisely train each well-loved chila, Gently you chide the rash and wild ;You tenderly support the meek, And give protection to the weak ;I know that we are deemed to beA fond, united farnilv ;Your influence binds us to each other, -Wo owe our peace to you, my mother. A CHAPTER FOR THE CHILDREN, ABOUT NEEDLES. 73 JJear mother! at a future day, May we your ceaseless love repay , -Each hour may we recall in thoughtThe virtuous lessons you have taught, And if enticed to go astray, Oh ! may we to our tempters say, — The way we tread shall be no otherThan that first shown us by our mother. A Chapter for the Children, about Needles. LITTLE Bessey is learning to sew.

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