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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10981 ***
+
+CHILD'S NEW STORY BOOK;
+
+OR TALES AND DIALOGUES FOR LITTLE FOLKS.
+
+
+
+1849. [Publication date on cover: 1850]
+
+
+
+  I'll watch thy dawn of joys, and mould
+         Thy little hearts to duty,--
+  I'll teach thee truths as I behold
+  Thy faculties, like flowers, unfold
+         In intellectual beauty.
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: The Little Ship.]
+
+
+The Little Ship.
+
+
+"I have made a nice little ship, of cork, and am going to let it sail
+in this great basin of water. Now let us fancy this water to be the
+North-Pacific Ocean, and those small pieces of cork on the side of the
+basin, to be the Friendly Islands, and this little man standing on the
+deck of the ship, to be the famous navigator, Captain Cook, going to
+find them."
+
+"Do you know that the Friendly Islands were raised by corals?"
+
+"I suppose they were."
+
+"Do you know where Captain Cook was born?"
+
+"He was born at Marton, a village in the North Riding of Yorkshire,
+in England."
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: The Little Girl and the Shell.]
+
+
+The Little Girl and the Shell.
+
+
+When I went to visit a friend, the other day, I saw a little girl with
+whom I was much pleased. She sat on a low seat by the fire-side, and
+she held in her hand a pretty white sea-shell, faintly tinted with pink,
+which she kept placing against her ear; and all the while a settled calm
+rested upon her face, and she seemed as if she were listening to the
+holy tones of some loved voice; then taking it away from her ear, she
+would gaze upon it with a look of deep fondness and pensive delight.
+At last I said,
+
+"What are you doing, my dear?"
+
+"I am listening to the whisper."
+
+"What whisper?" I asked.
+
+"The whisper of the sea," she said. "My uncle sent me this shell, and
+a letter in which he said, 'If I placed it against my ear I should hear
+the whisper of the sea;' and he also said, he would soon come to us, and
+bring me a great many pretty things; and mamma said, when we heard the
+whisper of the shell, we would call it uncle Henry's promise. And so
+it became very precious to me, and I loved its sound better than sweet
+music."
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: Robert and John.]
+
+
+Robert and John.
+
+
+One fine May morning, Robert and John were told by their mamma to go to
+school. So they put on their caps, and having kissed their mamma, were
+soon on their way. Now, first they had to pass through a pleasant lane,
+with tall elm trees on one side, and a hawthorn hedge on the other; then
+across two fields; then through a churchyard, and then up a little
+grove, at the end of which was the school-house. But they had not gone
+more than half the way down the lane, when John began to loiter behind,
+to gather wild flowers, and to pick up smooth little pebbles which had
+been washed clean by the rain, while Robert walked on reading his book.
+At last, John, calling after his brother, said, "I do not see what is
+the use of going to school this fine morning; let us play truant."
+
+"No," replied Robert; "I will not take pleasure, for which I know I must
+suffer in after hours."
+
+"Nonsense about that," said John; "I will enjoy myself while I can."
+
+"And so will I," replied Robert; "and I shall best enjoy myself by
+keeping a good conscience, and so I will go to school."
+
+"Very well, Robert, then tell the master that I am ill and cannot come,"
+said John.
+
+"I shall do no such thing, John," replied Robert; "I shall simply tell
+the truth, if I am asked why you are not with me."
+
+"Then I say you are very unkind, Robert," said John.
+
+"You will not go with me, then?" asked Robert, with a tear in his sweet
+blue eye.
+
+"I shall go up into this tree," said John; "and so good morning to you."
+
+Poor Robert gave one long look at his brother, heaved a deep sigh, and
+went on his way. And naughty John sat in the tree and watched him, after
+he had crossed the stile, walk along the smooth broad pathway that led
+through the field, then enter the church-yard, and stoop to read a verse
+on a tomb-stone; then take out his kerchief, wipe a tear from his eye,
+look upward to the cloudless heaven, and then he was gone. And John sat
+still in the tree, and he said to himself, "Oh! that I were as good as
+my brother; but I will go down and follow him."
+
+So he went down from the tree, leapt over the stile, ran along the
+fields, and did not stay to gather _one_ cowslip, though each one made
+him a golden bow as he passed. And when he went into the school-room,
+though he was only five minutes later than his brother, he told his
+master the whole truth, and how naughty he would have been, had it not
+been for a kind little thought, which came into his mind, and bade him
+try to be as good as his brother.
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: The Frosty Morning.]
+
+
+The Frosty Morning.
+
+
+"Oh! this clear frosty morning! it makes one feel all life and glee.
+I declare I have been running about the garden till I am all of a glow;
+and there you sit by the fire, Emma, looking quite dull. Come with me,
+and I will show you how the little pond is frozen over."
+
+"No,--it is so cold, I do not like to go."
+
+"Oh! put on your bonnet, and tie your shawl round your neck, and,
+believe me, you will be warm enough."
+
+"No, I will not go, and so you need not teaze me any more."
+
+"O! _I_ will go with you, brother Edwin; _I_ am not cold."
+
+"Yes, do, there's a dear little Ellen, and I will show you the long
+icicles which hang on the front of the arbor; and let us just run to the
+field, as I want you to see the hoar frost on the grass, and to feel it
+crisp under your feet. Is it not a lovely morning, sister Ellen?"
+
+"It is indeed, dear brother."
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: The White Rabbit.]
+
+
+Susan's White Rabbit.
+
+
+Oh! Mary, I have got such a darling white rabbit as I think you never
+saw. I do believe it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world; for
+I only had it given to me this morning, and yet it will eat clover from
+my hand, and let me stroke it, or do any thing I please. And James says
+that he will make a little house for it, which cousin Henry will paint
+very nice. And papa says, that I must call my little pet, _Snowdrop_,
+because he is as white as the drifted snow; and mamma says, that its
+two little bright eyes are like rubies. Do you not think, Mary, as
+I do, that it is the sweetest little rabbit in the world?
+
+
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+[Illustration: The Pet Robin.]
+
+
+The Pet Robin.
+
+
+My brother Frederick has a robin, and he calls him a dear little pet,
+he sings so sweetly. Oh! you cannot think how well he knows Freddy. You
+should see him early in the morning, when we first come down stairs, or
+at any time when we come in from a walk, how he runs to one corner of
+his cage, to look at us: and when Fred whistles and says, "My beauty!
+my fine fellow!" he stands up so straight, to listen to his kind little
+masters voice, and then begins jumping and hopping from one end of the
+cage to the other, just as I have seen happy little children jump and
+hop about in their sports.
+
+Sometime ago he was ill, and we were sadly afraid he would die; he used
+to sit from day to day, with ruffled feathers and drooping wings; his
+food was left untasted, and his pleasant voice was seldom heard; but
+in two or three weeks he began to grow better, and to eat his food
+as usual, and to pick amongst the green grass of the little sod we
+had placed in his cage. Oh, how happy we all were then, especially
+Frederick, who took care of him, and watched over him with the greatest
+love and tenderness. Indeed, he was well repaid for his care and
+anxiety, when his little pet once more began to jump about as blithely
+as ever.
+
+And now, you see, he is quite well, and we treasure his little songs
+more than ever we did before, for we never knew how sweet they were
+until we were deprived of them.
+
+And thus it is, dear children, with many blessings we possess; they
+become so common to us, that we cease to be thankful for them, and know
+not their value until they are taken away. We forget who is the Author
+and Giver of all good; we forget that it is through the mercy and loving
+kindness of GOD, that we receive food and clothing, and every blessing
+we possess.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Child's New Story Book;, by Anonymous
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 10981 ***