RuKAi. School Leaflet. 835 



dren think one is preaching to them, we still think it helps to have 

 them face responsibility for developing their own character. We are 

 going to take up certain special suggestions each month and we 

 believe the teachers will work with us to make these suggestions helpful. 

 If during the month the teacher would read a chapter from the life 

 of Abraham Lincoln much inspiration might be given the pupils for 

 future strength and honesty of purpose. 



QUOTATIONS 



"It is a common mistake to attempt to teach too much at every exercise; and 

 the teacher is also appalled at the amount of information which she must have. 

 Suppose that one teaches two hundred and fifty days in the year. Start out with 

 the determination to drop into the pupils' minds two hundred and fifty suggestions 

 about nature. One suggestion is sufficient for a day. Let them think about it 

 and ponder over it. We stuff our children so full of facts that they cannot digest 

 them. I should prefer ten minutes a day of Nature-Study to two hours; but I 

 should want it quick and sharp. I should think it designed to develop the observ- 

 ing and reasoning powers of the child and not to give mere information. It should 

 be vivid and spontaneous. Spirit counts for more than knowledge. 



" Taught in this way, Nature-Study work is not an additional burden to the 

 teacher, but a relief and a relaxation." — L. H. Bailey in the Nature-Study Idea 



" The earth is my home. Here I was bom. I live on the soil, with the sky and 

 wind, the drought and rain, the animals and plants, and the common scenes of 

 the common day. Mj^ life will be poor and scant unless I know and love them all; 

 and I should know first and best the things that are nearest by." — L. H. Bailey 



" The clouds in bars of rusty red 



Along the hilltops glow, 



And in the still sharp air, the frost 



Is like a dream of snow." 



— Alice Cary 



" I love to wander through the woodlands hoary 

 In the soft light of an autumnal day. 

 When summer gathers up her robes of glory, 

 And like a dream of beauty glides away." 



— Sarah Helen Whitman 



" O, — fruit loved of boyhood! — the old days recalling. 

 When vv-ood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling! 

 When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin. 

 Glaring out through the dark with a candle within! 

 When we laughed round the corn-heap, with hearts all in tune, 

 Our chair a broad pumpkin, — our lantern the moon, 

 Telling talcs of the faity who travelled like steam, 

 In a pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for her team!' 



— John Greenleaf Whittier 



