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作者(美)威廉·H. 麦加菲(William H. McGuffey)编著

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ISBN9787510431678

出版时间2011-02

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威廉？霍尔姆斯？麦加菲（1800年9月23日?1873年5月4日）美国有名教育家，曾出任美国多所有名大学的校长，被誉为美国的“民族教育家”。他出生于宾夕法尼亚州的克莱斯维尔，1826年毕业于华盛顿大学。麦加菲一生钟爱教育，十四岁时，就曾担任俄亥俄州的“巡回教师”，之后担任过迈阿密大学语言学教授等教职。他曾出任过辛辛那提大学、俄亥俄大学等大学的校长，但一直没有离开过心爱的讲台。麦加菲很好的贡献就是用了二十多年的时间倾心编写了系列教材??《麦加菲美德读本》。这一系列教材自1836年靠前次出版之后，就被众多学校所采用，成为19世纪美国学生很为通用的课本，对美国青年的心灵塑造与道德培养，乃至整个“美国精神”的建构，都产生了少有的影响。《麦加菲美德读本》自1836年出版之初到1960年，累计销量高达1.22亿册，被美国《出版商周刊》评为“人类出版目前第三大畅销书”。当时，几乎每一个美国家庭都曾拥有一套《麦加菲美德读本》，而且直至今日，它仍被美国的许多学校选为很好课外读本。正因为此，麦加菲被誉为美国的“民族教育家”，《麦加菲美德读本》也被美国人奉为可以代代相传的经典作品。

目录

哈利和安妮

Harry and Annie

苏茜和罗弗

Susie and Rover

竞　争

Emulation

粗鲁的男孩

The Insolent Boy

一个故事，两种说法

Two Ways of Telling a Story

懒汉休和托利先生

Hugh Idle and Mr. Toil

人生的写照

A Picture of Human Life

CHAPTER 7 培养良好的习惯

闹　钟

The Alarm Clock

学会说“不”

When to Say No

物归原处

A Place for Everything

拉尔夫?维克

Ralph Wick

坚持的价值

Perseverance

误　时

Behind Time

控制你的脾气

Control Your Temper

不浪费，就不会缺乏

Waste Not, Want Not

请别多管闲事

Do Not Meddle

内容摘要
艾丽丝的晚餐
　　一顿简单的晚餐，却需要经过那样多的程序和那么多双勤劳的双手。歌声中唱出的，除了浓浓的爱，还有一丝“粒粒皆辛苦”的味道。无论是爱，还是粮食，都是需要我们珍惜的。
　　远方的山谷下小麦长得正好，
　　收割者忙着挥舞着镰刀。
　　我听到他们放声歌唱，
　　这歌声欢快而高亢。
　　“小麦从未长得这么好，
　　这是为艾丽丝的晚餐准备的，嗬，嗬。”
　　远方的河边有一处老磨坊，
　　磨坊主正在搓着沾满粉尘的双手，
　　当磨盘缓缓转动，
　　他激动不已地喊道：
　　“这是用钱能买到的最好的面粉，
　　这是为艾丽丝的晚餐准备的，嗨，嗨。”
　　楼下的厨房里炉火熊熊，
　　厨师正在揉着雪白而柔软的面团。
　　今天她一边不停地忙碌着，
　　一边唱着快乐的歌：
　　“这是我揉的最好的面团，
　　这是为艾丽丝的晚餐准备的，哈，哈。”
　　最后，妈妈来到了婴儿室，
　　她手中稳稳地端着什么？
　　是满满一盘的金色和白色，
　　她边走边唱，带着满脸的微笑，
　　“这是我见过的最好的面包和奶油，
　　这就是为艾丽丝的晚餐准备的，呵，呵。”
　　Alice s Supper
　　Far down in the valley the wheat grows deep,
　　And the reapers are making the cradles sweep;
　　And this is the song that I hear them sing,
　　While cheery and loud their voices ring:
　　" Tis the finest wheat that ever did grow!
　　And it is for Alice s supper —ho! ho!"
　　Far down by the river the old mill stands,
　　And the miller is rubbing his dusty hands;
　　And these are the words of the miller s lay,
　　As he watches the millstones grinding away:
　　" Tis the finest flour that money can buy,
　　And it is for Alice s supper —hi! hi!"
　　Downstairs in the kitchen the fire doth glow,
　　And cook is a-kneading the soft, white dough;
　　And this is the song she is singing to-day,
　　As merry and busy she s working away:
　　" Tis the finest dough, whether near or afar,
　　And it is for Alice s supper —ha! ha!"
　　To the nursery now comes mother, at last,
　　And what in her hand is she bringing so fast?
　　 Tis a plateful of something, all yellow and white,
　　And she sings as she comes, with her smile so bright:
　　" Tis the best bread and butter I ever did see,
　　And it is for Alice s supper —he! he!"
　　“可怕”的黑暗
　　任何的黑暗都无法笼罩一颗强大的心灵。黑暗并不可怕，可怕的是你内心的软弱。心若是怯了，勇气便也跟着丧失了，做什么事情便先自乱了阵脚。请拥有一颗勇敢的心，不要让一片小小的阴影阻挡你人生的脚步。
　　“威利，你能到楼上，从柜子里把我的插针垫拿来吗？”妈妈大声说。
　　但是威利一点动静也没有。可能是威利没有听见吧。妈妈这样想着又喊了一声。
　　这次威利怯怯地说： “我怕！”
　　 “怕什么？”妈妈问。
　　“那里很黑。”
　　
“呵呵，我来告诉你黑暗是什么？”妈妈把手伸向灯与桌子上的针线篮之间。妈妈说。“现在篮子里是黑的，但只要我的手一移开，它马上就会变亮了。”
　　“来呀，威利，站在灯和墙之间。看，威利！妈妈说。墙上只是你的影子。你觉得你的影子可以伤害你吗？”妈妈微笑着问。
　　“当然不，妈妈！我确信它伤害不了我。”威利兴奋地回答。
　　“对啊，黑暗只是笼罩世界的大影子。”
　　“那是什么弄出的大影子，妈妈？”威利好奇地问。
　　“我会告诉你的，威利，不过要等你再长大一些。现在，我想你是一个不再害怕影子的勇敢男孩了。你敢到楼上把我的插针垫拿来了吧。”
　　“当然，妈妈，我这就去拿给你。”很快，威利就把插针垫拿给了妈妈。
　　“谢谢，我勇敢的小男子汉。你看，黑暗并没有伤害你！”妈妈说。
　　Afraid in the Dark
　　"Willie, will you run upstairs, and get my needle book from the
bureau?"
　　But Willie did not stir. "Willie!" said mamma. She thought he had
not heard.
　　"I m afraid," said Willie.
　　"Afraid of what?"
　　"It s dark up there."
　　"What is the dark?" asked mamma. "See! It is nothing but a
shadow."
　　And she held her hand between the lamp and the workbasket on the
table.
　　"Now it is dark in the basket; but as soon as I take my hand
away, it is light."
　　"Come and stand between the lamp and the wall, Willie. See! There
is your shadow on the wall. Can your shadow hurt you?"
　　"Oh no, mamma! I am sure it can not hurt me."
　　"Well, the dark is only a big shadow over everything."
　　"What makes the big shadow, mamma?"
　　"I will tell you all about that, Willie, when you are a little
older. But now, I wish you would find me a brave boy who is not
afraid of shadows, to run upstairs and get my needlebook."
　　"I am brave, mamma. I will go. — Here it is."
　　"Thank you, my brave little man. You see the dark didn t hurt
you."
　　积木城堡
　　人生的道路上，总会遇到很多困难和打击。你可以选择退缩，留下满地的狼藉独自落跑，承认自己是个失败者，也可以选择迎难而上，重整旗鼓，为自己营建更为美丽的城堡。如果你选择迎难而上，你会发现失败没什么了不起，只要再来一次就好了。
　　“臭猫！”赫伯特生气地嚷道，声音中带着些沮丧。顽皮的小猫碰到了他的积木城堡，塔楼和城墙“呼啦”一声全倒在了地上。
　　赫伯特捡起一块木块，狠狠地朝小猫砸过去。幸运的是，木块只是从小猫的头顶飞过，没有伤害到它。赫伯特又去拿另一块木块，妹妹赫蒂急忙跳过来一把将小猫抱在了自己怀里。
　　“不，不要这样。”她说，“你不该伤害它，它不是有意的。”
　　赫伯特的愤怒一下消失了，却变得伤心起来。他一屁股坐在地上，用手掩住脸抽泣起来。
　　“你是个男孩！”正在沙发上看书的哥哥乔说，“不要为打翻的牛奶哭泣，重新建一个吧。”
　　“不，我不要。”赫伯特哭着说。
　　“这里发生了什么事？”爸爸一边推门，一边大声问。
　　“小猫刚刚碰到了赫伯特的城堡，城堡一下子塌了。”赫蒂说，“可是小猫也不是故意的呀，它也不想让城堡塌掉的，是吗，爸爸？”
　　“哦，不，我还以为出了什么大麻烦呢！”
　　“赫伯特！”爸爸向赫伯特伸出手来，“起来吧！”小男孩慢慢地从地板上爬了起来，眼睛里还含着泪水，慢慢地走过来，站在了爸爸旁边。
　　“有比哭泣更好的法子，我的孩子。”爸爸说，“如果你那样做的话，你的心情就会好起来。我会听到你对着积木欢呼，而不是一直在这里哭泣。想让我做给你看吗？”
　　赫伯特点点头。爸爸坐在地板上的一堆积木块里，开始搭建新的城堡，赫伯特则在一边帮着递这递那。
　　很快，赫伯特对重建城堡就和刚才一样兴致勃勃了。他开始边唱边工作，所有的烦恼一下子全没了。
　　“这不是比哭好多了吗？”爸爸说。
　　“为什么要哭？”赫伯特问，看来他已经忘掉了几分钟前的伤心事了。
　　“因为小猫把你的城堡碰塌了呀！”
　　“哦！”赫伯特的脸上掠过一丝不快，不过很快便消失了。他又像先前一样高兴地建他的城堡去了。
　　“我告诉过他不要哭的。”坐在沙发上的乔说。
　　“如果你的风筝被刮跑了，你难道也不哭吗？”赫伯特反驳说。
　　“风筝和你的城堡是不一样的。”乔略显伤感地说，“风筝失去了就永远不会回来了，可你的积木还在那里，你只要重建一个就可以了。”
　　“我不这么看。”爸爸说道，“哭泣对你来说，比赫伯特更不应该。竹棍和纸都很容易找到，你只需动动手就可以得到新的风筝。”乔无话可说，低下头继续看他的书。这时，赫伯特的新城堡也建成了。
　　“比刚才小猫弄坏的那个漂亮多了！”赫蒂说。赫伯特显然也这么认为，他十分自豪地欣赏着城堡的每一个部分。
　　“小猫再把它弄坏，我非……”
　　“再建一个。”爸爸替他补充了下半句话。
　　“可是，爸爸，不能再让小猫弄坏了，那样我可受不了。”赫伯特大声说。
　　“那你就得看着它点，孩子。你要学着和成年人一样，时刻保持警惕。就像你要过马路，你就必须当心车辆。如果你不想和别人撞在一起，就必须留意别人行进的方向。”
　　“在房间里，如果你随意地到处走动，就很容易和别人撞在一起。我就看到过一个冒失的小女孩突然冲进房间里，和一个手里端着托盘刚要出门的仆人撞在一起了，托盘里的盘子自然碎得满地都是。”
　　“你是在说我吗？”赫蒂说。
　　“是的，就是你呀，不过我希望以后不会再发生这样的事情了。”爸爸接着说：“就像乔说的一样，不要为打翻的牛奶哭泣。如果你的城堡塌掉了的话，再建一个就是了！”
　　说完，爸爸离开了房间。
　　Castle-Building
　　"O pussy!" cried Herbert, in a voice of anger and dismay, as the
blockhouse he was building fell in sudden ruin. The playful cat had
rubbed against his mimic castle, and tower and wall went rattling
down upon the floor.
　　Herbert took up one of the blocks and threw it fiercely at pussy.
Happily, it passed over her and did no harm. His hand was reaching
for another block, when his little sister Hetty sprang toward the
cat, and caught her up.
　　"No, no, no!" said she, "you sha n t hurt pussy! She didn t mean
to do it!"
　　Herbert s passion was over quickly, and, sitting down upon the
floor, he covered his face with his hands, and began to cry.
　　"What a baby!" said Joe, his elder brother, who was reading on
the sofa. "Crying over spilled milk does no good. Build it up
again."
　　"No, I won t," said Herbert, and he went on crying.
　　"What s all the trouble here?" exclaimed papa, as he opened the
door and came in.
　　"Pussy just rubbed against Herbert s castle, and it fell down,"
answered Hetty. "But she didn t mean to do it; she did n t know it
would fall, did she, papa?"
　　"Why, no! And is that all the trouble?"
　　"Herbert!" his papa called, and held out his hands. "Come." The
little boy got up from the floor, and came slowly, his eyes full of
tears, and stood by his father.
　　"There is a better way than this, my boy," said papa. "If you had
taken that way, your heart would have been light already. I should
have heard you singing over your blocks instead of crying. Shall I
show you that way?"
　　Herbert nodded his head, and papa sat down on the floor by the
pile of blocks, with his little son by his side, and began to lay
the foundation for a new castle.
　　Soon, Herbert was as much interested in castle-building as he had
been a little while before. He began to sing over his work. All his
trouble was gone. "This is a great deal better than crying,
isn t it?" said papa.
　　"Crying for what?" asked Herbert, forgetting his grief of a few
minutes before.
　　"Because pussy knocked your castle over."
　　"Oh!" A shadow flitted across his face, but was gone in a moment,
and he went on building as eagerly as ever.
　　"I told him not to cry over spilled milk," said Joe, looking down
from his place on the sofa.
　　"I wonder if you didn t cry when your kite string broke,"
retorted Herbert.
　　"Losing a kite is quite another thing," answered Joe, a little
dashed. "The kite was gone forever; but your blocks were as good as
before, and you had only to build again."
　　"I don t see," said papa, "that crying was of any more use in
your case then in Herbert s. Sticks and paper are easily found, and
you had only to go to work and make another kite." Joe looked down
at his book, and went on reading. By this time the castle was
finished.
　　"It is ever so much nicer than the one pussy knocked down," said
Hetty. And so thought Herbert, as he looked at it proudly from all
sides.
　　"If pussy knocks that down, I ll—"
　　"Build it up again," said papa, finishing the sentence for his
little boy.
　　"But, papa, pussy must not knock my castles down. I can t have
it," spoke out Herbert, knitting his forehead.
　　"You must watch her, then. Little boys, as well as grown up
people, have to be often on their guard. If you go into the street,
you have to look out for the carriages, so as not to be run over,
and you have to keep out of people s way.
　　"In the house, if you go about heedlessly, you will be very apt
to run against some one. I have seen a careless child dash sudden