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“No, not exactly; for it is white, and smoke is more frequently black.”
3. “Then, what is steam, mama ?”
“I could never have fancied how many things are made of water" cried Willie. “ Snow is made of water, ice is made of water, and steam is made of water."
4. “There is this difference," said his mama; water is turned into snow and ice when it is very cold; and water is turned into steam when it is very hot.”
But, mama, it is not very hot to-day, I am sure; look, there is snow falling as fast as it can fall.”
5. "The weather is not hot, certainly,” said his mama,“ but the water in the urn is very hot, for it has been boiling over the fire for our breakfast, and the steam rises from that." Mama then held a teaspoon over the steam, and the steam being stopped and cooled by the cold teaspoon, was turned to water again-small tiny drops; but Willie saw that it was water, and he not only saw it, but he felt it too, for he put his finger into the spoon, and felt that it was wet.
6. “This is not a cold teaspoon, mama," said he, " for it has almost burnt my finger, it is so hot.”
“It was cold before I put it into the steam. What do you think has made it so hot now?”
Oh, the steam, to be sure!” " Then you see, Willie, the steam has warmed the spoon, and the spoon has cooled the steam, and turned it into water."
7. "Now, mama, let us catch a little of the smoke that is going up the chimney, and see if the spoon
will not turn it into water." 8. Mama took another spoon and held it in the smoke. After some little time the bright silver began to look dingy, and then it was covered with little black spots.
Willie touched it and said, “No; it is not wet; so smoke cannot be made of water.” Then looking at his fingers, he exclaimed, “O mama! how I have dirtied my fingers with these nasty black spots!”
9. “No wonder," answered his mother; "for these black particles are what we call soot, and are parts of the coal which fly up from it while it is burning. It is the heat of the fire that changes the coal into smoke and soot.”
10. “Then, mama,” said Willie, “though smoke is not made of water, it is like steam in one thing, for it rises up because it is made lighter than the air by means of heat.”
“Very true," said his mama; "coal is turned into smoke by heat, just as water is turned into steam by heat."
SUMMARY.-Willie and his mama had some talk about steam. It comes from water which has been heated. When steam is cooled it is changed into water again. It rises up because it is made lighter than the air by means of heat. The parts of coal which fly up from it while it is burning are called soot. It is the heat of the fire which changes the coal into smoke and soot. Cer-tain-ly, surely.
Ex-claimed', called out. Din-gy, dark.
Fre-quent-ly, very often.
QUESTIONS. What is an urn? What is pens when steam is cooled ? steam? How is water changed What is soot? Why do steam by cold? By heat? What hap- | and soot rise up? I.R. III.
1. If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother
dear, For I would see the sun rise upon the glad new-year; It is the last new-year that I shall ever see, Then you may lay me low in the mould, and think
no more of me.
2. To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the good old time, and all my
peace of mind; And the new-year's coming up, mother, but I shall
The blossom on the blackthorn, the leaf upon the
3. There's not a flower on all the hills; the frost is on
the pane; I only wish to live till the snowdrop comes again; I wish the snow would melt, and the sun come out
on high; I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
4. Upon the chancel casement, and upon that grave of
mine, In the early, early morning the summer sun will
shine, Before the red cock crows from the farm upon the 5. When the flowers come again, mother, beneath the
hill, When you are warm asleep, mother, and all the
world is still.
waning light, You'll never see me more in the long grey fields at
night; When from the dry dark wold the summer airs blow
cool On the oat-grass, and the sword-grass, and the bul
rush in the pool. 6. I have been wild and wayward ; but you'll forgive
me now; You'll kiss me, my own mother, and forgive me ere
I go; Nay, nay, you must not weep, nor let your grief be wild, You should not fret for me, mother, you have another
child. 7. If I can, I'll come again, mother, from out my resting
place; Though you'll not see me, mother, I shall look upon
your face; Though I cannot speak a word, I shall hearken what
you say, And be often, often with you, when you think I'm
8. Good night, good night: when I have said good night
for evermore, And you see me carried out from the threshold of Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be grow
ing green; She'll be a better child to you than ever I have been. 9. Good night, sweet mother, call me before the day is
born ; All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at morn; But I would see the sun rise upon the glad new-year; So, if you're waking, call me, call me early, mother
dear! Chan-cet, part of a church. Wa-ning, fading. Mould, earth, clay.
IV.—SANDY MACPHERSON. fought a-mong' mount-ains serv-ant Cul-lod-en moor
anx'ious north-east' shoul-ders faith-ful-ness roared cap'tain pre-served' sol-dier here-a-bout rough es-cape' rag-ged
In-ver-ness' signs for-ests ref-uge
bare-foot-ed sev'-er-al wretch high-lands sav-age com-pan-ions con-tin-u al-ly
1. After the battle of Culloden, which was fought in 1746, on a moor about nine miles northeast from Inverness, Prince Charles Edward was forced to hide for some months in the wilds of the Highlands, till, by the aid of Flora Macdonald, he was able to escape to France.
2. During the anxious time when he wandered among the mountains, he sometimes found refuge in caves and cottages, without even a single ser