There are many kinds of moth; some are large and some are small. You often see moths flying into the lamp or candle, of a summer evening. Persons who are so fond of pleasure as to injure themselves in the pursuit of it, are compared to the silly moth, which is dazzled with the light, flies into it, and perishes. Pleasure is a good thing, and I love to see children pursue it――but some kinds of pleasure are dangerous, and are as fatal to young persons as the blaze of the lamp or candle to the heedless fly or moth. Chapter on Spices. _Q._ What are nutmegs? _A._ The nutmeg is the kernel of a large, handsome tree, like a walnut. It is enclosed in the same sort of spongy coat as the walnut; the husk opens at one end, when the fruit is ripe. _Q._ What is mace? _A._ That which is found between the outer coat of the nutmeg and the kernel. _Q._ What is cinnamon? _A._ The dried bark of a tree which grows in the East Indies and the island of Ceylon. _Q._ What is pepper? _A._ The produce of a creeping plant which grows in Java, Sumatra and Malacca. _Q._ What is ginger? _A._ The root of a plant which grows in the East Indies. _Q._ What are cloves? _A._ The flower buds of a tree which grows in Malacca. _Q._ What are carraway seeds? _A._ The seeds of a plant growing wild in many countries. * * * * * IDLE MARY. Oh, Mary, this will never do! This work is sadly done, my dear; And then so little of it too! You have not taken pains, I fear. Oh no, your work has been forgotten, Indeed, you’ve hardly thought of that; I saw you roll your ball of cotton About the floor to please the cat. See, here are stitches straggling wide And others reaching down so far; I’m very sure you have not tried In this, at least, to please mama. The little girl who will not sew, Must neither be allowed to play; And then I hope, my love, that you Will take more pains another day. [Illustration] The Balloon. Here is a picture of a balloon! It is a great silk bag, with a net around it. Fastened at the bottom of the net, is a little car, in which a man sits. The balloon rises into the air, and the man in the car goes up with it. He sails along like a cloud; at first the balloon looks large, but it seems to grow less and less, and by-and-by it looks no larger than a fly. Then it disappears and is seen no more. Now, what do you think it is that makes the balloon rise up into the air? It is a kind of gas, which is very light. The balloon is filled with this gas. You know that smoke is so light as to rise up in the air; but this gas is still lighter than smoke.