DAILY LESSONS

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1
The area of the field is ten acres.

At its narrowest point, the English
Channel is twenty miles wide.

“ Make every bargaiu clear and plain That none may afterwards complain.” The caster under the bureau is broken.

bar' gain

com plain' bu'reau

2

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scald
reck'on slip'per

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can'ker grippe pat'tern na'sal

no'ti fy gyp'sy scout

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ci'pher cu'ri ous court streak

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6 Beware of entrance to a quarrel.” tail

The tailo will commence work upon sg com nce my suit of clothes to-morrow. limp'ing “ Next November limping, battered, bat'ter Now the goodly ships are shattered bat'tered

Far at sea on rock and reef.” reef

“The cap of velvet could not hold tress'es The tresses of her hair of gold.” prac'tice “ Practice makes perfect.” head'ache “ A crown is no cure for a headache.'

a flung I flung a stone into the brook.

9

cleanse pu'ri fy fleet hoarse'ly strewn tim'ber pov'er ty

“Cleans: the fountain if you would pure the stream.”

“oard the thunder hoarsely laugh, Many fleets were strewn like chaff.”

The timbers creak under the heavy strain.

“If poverty is the mother of crime, want of sense is the father.”

“ Religion is the best armor in the world, but the worst cloak.”

sense

re lig'ion ar'mor

ear'nest ef'fort pa'tri ot

roam

dean
fa'mous
knack
rhyme
en vel'op
en vel'oped

5 « Success follows earnest effor. “Such is the patriot's boast where'er

we roam, His first, best country, is his home.” 6 The dean was famous in his time, And had a kind of knack at rhyme. “ Then high above the river's mist

appears an arc of light, A city sleeps, at either end enveloped

in the night.”

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va'por

6 The king reigns.

“ The post of honor is the private station."

Buoys warn sailors of danger.
“ No clouds are in the morning sky,

The vapors hug the stream;
Who
says

that life and love can die
In all this northern gleam ? ”
“He’sonly a pauper whom nobodyowns.”
The monkey is an agile animal.

northern gleam pau'per

no'bod y

ag'ile

7 beck'on Time did beckon to the flowers, and cun'ning ly they with'er By noon most cunningly did steal away with'ered And withered in my hand.” shepherd “ And every shepherd tells his tale haw'thorn Under the hawthorn in the dale.” dale

“Laziness travels so slowly that poverty

overtakes him." o ver take

The approach to the house is by a gentle ap proach' rise of ground. rise

REVIEW

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mo lest

ex cept anx'ious cleanse

te'di ous

sir'up bi'cy cle en vel'op knack

col'lege
bus i'ness
buoy
pau' per

reign
gleam

cre ate scan'dal gos'sip ed'u cate gas'es flu'id noise'less

8 “It takes two to create a scandal, one gossip to tell it, and one to listen to it."

“Every man must educate himself.”

All liquids, air, and all gases are called fluids, because they flow.

- With noiseless step, sweet memory comes."

“Spring has clad the
The house is vacant at present.

mem'o ry

clad va'cant

grove in

green.”

9

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ze'bra thresh shield gnash mix'ture

to bac'co car'ry ing taint bel'low ve'hi cle heav'y heav'i ly qui'et ly

men'tion wreck

cornet lath'er bru'tal swine ju'nior ex pense' cam'phor sau'cer ex cursion cush'ion bayo net sum'mit

10 “ Evil company is like tobacco smoke - you cannot be long in its presence without carrying away its taint.”

Do you hear the cattle bellow ?

“Our minds are like certain vehicles, - when they have little to carry, they make much noise about it; but when heavily loaded, they run quietly."

“ I lie amid the goldenrod,
I love to see it lean and nod.”
“ Never spur a willing horse.”

“ The sounding aisles of the dim

woods rang,

aisle an'them tan'gle tan'gled de ceive gild dis grace re tire! hovel gait un'ion im pell im pelled'

To the anthem of the free.” “ Oh, what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive.”

“A sunny temper gilds the edges of life's blackest clouds."

In disgrace, the thief retires to his hovel, to die.

The horse moves at a slow gait.
“In union, there is strength.”

12
“I feel impelled to select a few of
the little gems from this casket of
song

It is a pleasure to ride a horse that canters.

Health is better than wealth.
My aunt will knit a mitten.
The lady in the choir sings alto.

“For in the inn, there was no better room."

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cas'ket
can'ter
health
wealth
knit
al' to
inn