Archive for February, 2009
Friday, February 13th, 2009
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say, “he is sitting in council,” it was always said of him, “The Emperor is sitting in his wardrobe.”
Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers arrived every day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves weavers, made their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and elaborate patterns, the clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of remaining invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or who was extraordinarily simple in character…
So, turn off that TV and get your children reading the words that will deepen their soul and exalt their spirit as well as your own. Check out the book from the library!
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Wednesday, February 11th, 2009
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.
He did not think of the warm sun and of the fresh air; he did not care for the little cottage children that ran about and prattled when they were in the woods looking for wild-strawberries. The children often came with a whole pitcher full of berries, or a long row of them threaded on a straw, and sat down near the young tree and said, “Oh, how pretty he is! What a nice little fir!” But this was what the Tree could not bear to hear…
So, turn off that TV and get your children reading the words that will deepen their soul and exalt their spirit as well as your own. Check out the book from the library!
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Monday, February 9th, 2009
The author of these Travels, Mr. Lemuel Gulliver, is my ancient and intimate friend; there is likewise some relation between us on the mother’s side. About three years ago, Mr. Gulliver growing weary of the concourse of curious people coming to him at his house in Redriff, made a small purchase of land, with a convenient house, near Newark, in Nottinghamshire, his native country; where he now lives retired, yet in good esteem among his neighbours.
Although Mr. Gulliver was born in Nottinghamshire, where his father dwelt, yet I have heard him say his family came from Oxfordshire; to confirm which, I have observed in the churchyard at Banbury in that county, several tombs and monuments of the Gullivers…
So, turn off that TV and get your children reading the words that will deepen their soul and exalt their spirit as well as your own. Check out the book from the library!
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Monday, February 9th, 2009
When you live in a city, you should cheer for that city’s sports teams. Even if you came from elsewhere and have a strong loyalty to that area’s teams, you can at least support both. Sporting events have an unmatched ability to bring people together, and it is extremely frustrating when there is the one person who wants to stand out and support whoever is the away team. When two strangers cheer for the same team, they really are united and can become friends much quicker. When you come to a new city, the last thing you need to do is isolate yourself by cheering for the opposing teams.
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Sunday, February 8th, 2009
Dame Brinker earned a scant support for her family by raising vegetables, spinning, and knitting. Once she had worked on board the barges plying up and down the canal and had occasionally been harnessed with other women to the towing rope of a pakschuyt plying between Broek and Amsterdam. But when Hans had grown strong and large, he had insisted on doing all such drudgery in her place. Besides, her husband had become so very helpless of late that he required her constant care. Although not having as much intelligence as a little child, he was yet strong of arm and very hearty, and Dame Brinker had sometimes great trouble in controlling him.
“Ah! children, he was so good and steady,” she would sometimes say, “and as wise as a lawyer. Even the burgomaster would stop to ask him a question, and now, alack! he doesn’t know his wife and little ones. You remember the father, Hans, when he was himself–a great brave man–don’t you?…
So, turn off that TV and get your children reading the words that will deepen their soul and exalt their spirit as well as your own. Check out the book from the library!
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