Balloon
Balloon
Hereis 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.
Perhaps you desire to know how the man gets his balloon down, when he has risen in it up to the clouds. I will tell you; he lets out a little of the gas, and down he comes. He must be careful to let out only a little at a time, so as to come down gradually; if he lets out too much, he will come down with a terrible thump.
SLEEPY HARRY.“I do not like to go to bed,”Sleepy little Harry said;“Go, naughty Betty, go away,I will not come at all, I say!”The little birds are better taught,They go to roosting when they ought;And all the ducks and fowls, you knowThey went to bed an hour ago.The little beggar in the street,Who wanders with his naked feet,And has not where to lay his head,Oh, he’d be glad to go to bed.
SLEEPY HARRY.“I do not like to go to bed,”Sleepy little Harry said;“Go, naughty Betty, go away,I will not come at all, I say!”The little birds are better taught,They go to roosting when they ought;And all the ducks and fowls, you knowThey went to bed an hour ago.The little beggar in the street,Who wanders with his naked feet,And has not where to lay his head,Oh, he’d be glad to go to bed.
SLEEPY HARRY.
“I do not like to go to bed,”
Sleepy little Harry said;
“Go, naughty Betty, go away,
I will not come at all, I say!”
The little birds are better taught,They go to roosting when they ought;And all the ducks and fowls, you knowThey went to bed an hour ago.
The little birds are better taught,
They go to roosting when they ought;
And all the ducks and fowls, you know
They went to bed an hour ago.
The little beggar in the street,Who wanders with his naked feet,And has not where to lay his head,Oh, he’d be glad to go to bed.
The little beggar in the street,
Who wanders with his naked feet,
And has not where to lay his head,
Oh, he’d be glad to go to bed.
MAMA AND BABY.Whata little thing am I!Hardly higher than the table;I can eat, and play, and cry,But to work I am not able.Nothing in the world, I know,But mama will try and show me:Sweet mama, I love her so,She’s so very kind to me.And she sets me on her knee,Very often, for some kisses:Oh! how good I’ll try to be,For such a dear mama as this is.
MAMA AND BABY.Whata little thing am I!Hardly higher than the table;I can eat, and play, and cry,But to work I am not able.Nothing in the world, I know,But mama will try and show me:Sweet mama, I love her so,She’s so very kind to me.And she sets me on her knee,Very often, for some kisses:Oh! how good I’ll try to be,For such a dear mama as this is.
MAMA AND BABY.
Whata little thing am I!
Hardly higher than the table;
I can eat, and play, and cry,
But to work I am not able.
Nothing in the world, I know,But mama will try and show me:Sweet mama, I love her so,She’s so very kind to me.
Nothing in the world, I know,
But mama will try and show me:
Sweet mama, I love her so,
She’s so very kind to me.
And she sets me on her knee,Very often, for some kisses:Oh! how good I’ll try to be,For such a dear mama as this is.
And she sets me on her knee,
Very often, for some kisses:
Oh! how good I’ll try to be,
For such a dear mama as this is.