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diff --git a/11237-h/11237-h.htm b/11237-h/11237-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5fbaf89 --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/11237-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3935 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> +<title>The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Pearl Box. +</title> +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {margin-left: 12%; margin-right: 12%; background-color: white} + hr {align=center; width= 50%;} + .title {float: left; margin-left: 8%; } + .title1{float: left; margin-left: 8%; font-size: 2.2em; font-weight:bold;} + .title2 {float: left; margin-left: 8%; font-size: 1.6em; font-weight:bold;} + .title3 {float: left; margin-left: 8%; font-size: 1.4em; font-weight:bold;} + .ind4 {margin-left: 4%;} + .toc { text-align=center;} + .ctr { text-align: center; } + // --> +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11237 ***</div> + +<a name="image-1"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0004.jpg" width="237" height="199" +alt="Angel." ></p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> + +<p class="title"> + <a name="image-2"></a> + <img src="images/0170.jpg" width="40" height="361" + alt="The Pearl Box." > +</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p class="title1"> + THE PEARL BOX. +</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p class="title2"> + CONTAINING<br /> + ONE HUNDRED<br /> + BEAUTIFUL STORIES<br /> + FOR YOUNG PEOPLE. +</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p class="title3"> + By A Pastor +</p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<p> + Transcribers Note: There are many, but not one hundred, stories in this volume. +</p> + +<p> </p> + +<h2>STORIES</h2> +<ul> +<li><a href="#CHPRE">PREFACE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH1">THE DYING BOY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH2">THE BOY AND THE GOLD ROBIN.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH3">THE WAY TO OVERCOME EVIL.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH4">HARRIET AND HER SQUIRREL.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH5">THE REWARD.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH6">ANECDOTES.</a> + <ul> + <li><a href="#CH6A">THANKFULNESS.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH6B">HONESTY.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH6C">THE BOY AND HIS MARBLES.</a></li> + </ul> +</li> +<li><a href="#CH7">THE BOY AND THE DEW DROPS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH8">LETTICE AND MYRA. A SCENE IN LONDON.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH9">LETTICE TAKING HOME THE WORK.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH10">LETTICE AND CATHERINE, + OR THE UNEXPECTED MEETING.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH11">THE EXPLANATION.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH12">JONAS AND HIS HORSE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH13">EDWARD AND ELLEN.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH14">LILY FORD.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH15">THE MARKET DAY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH16">MELLY, ANNA AND SUSY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH17">ARTHUR AND HIS APPLE TREE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH18">THE MOTHERLESS BIRDS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH19">STORY ABOUT A ROBBER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH20">GOOD COMPANIONS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH21">BERTIE'S BOX.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH22">THE CHILD AND FLOWER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH23">ANNE CLEAVELAND.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH24">THE ORPHANS' VOYAGE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH25">LOOK UP.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH26">THE FLOWER THAT LOOKS UP.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH27">MY EARLY DAYS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH28">MARGARET AND HERBERT.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH29">THE BIT OF GARDEN.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH30">REMEMBER THE CAKE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH31">BENNY'S FIRST DRAWING.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH32">THE GREY OLD COTTAGE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH33">THE BOY FOUND IN THE SNOW.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH34">THE BROTHER AND SISTER. (In three Stories.)</a> + <ul> + <li><a href="#CH34A">THE PARTING SCENE.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH35">ANNA SEEKING EMPLOYMENT.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH36">ANNA WITH A PLEASANT HOME.</a></li> + </ul> +</li> +<li><a href="#CH37">THE GLOW WORM.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH38">EMILY'S MORNING RAMBLE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH39">FLYING THE KITE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH40">THE HAPPY FAMILY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH41">STORY ABOUT AN INDIAN.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH42">GATHER THE FLOWERS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH43">JANE AND HER LESSONS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH44">HARVEST SONG.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH45">TELLING SECRETS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH46">AGNES AND THE MOUSE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH47">THE TWO ROBINS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH48">THE PLEASANT SAIL.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH49">THE SAILOR BOY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH50">THE BRACELET; OR, HONESTY REWARDED.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH51">NO PAY--NO WORK.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH52">THE TREE THAT NEVER FADES.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH53">YOUNG USHER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH54">A GOOD ACT FOR ANOTHER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH55">A BOY REPROVED BY A BIRD.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH56">THE ECHO.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH57">LIZZY AND HER DOG.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH58">JULIA'S SUNSET WALK.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH59">FLORA AND HER PORTRAIT.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH60">THE PORTRAIT OF FLORA PURCHASED.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH61">THE SAINT'S REST.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH62">A GOOD MOTHER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH63">MOTHER'S LAST LESSON.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH64">THE GOLDEN CROWN.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH65">EARLY AT SCHOOL.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH66">THE PLUM BOYS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH67">THE FIRST DOLLAR.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH68">THE SHEPHERD AND HIS BIBLE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH69">REVELATION OF GOD'S HOLY WORD.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH70">PLEASANT PLAY.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH71">GEORGE AND HIS GUINEA.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH72">THE JEW AND HIS DAUGHTER.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH73">ANECDOTES.</a> + <ul> + <li><a href="#CH73A">TRUE BENIFICENCE.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH73B">WASHINGTON AND THE SOLDIER.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH73C">YES AND NO.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH73D">OSCEOLA.</a></li> + <li><a href="#CH73E">SIGISMOND.</a></li> + </ul> +</li> +<li><a href="#CH74">CHINESE PROVERBS.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH75">COMFORT AND SOBRIETY.</a> + <ul> + <li><a href="#CH75A">PLEDGE.</a></li> + </ul> +</li> +<li><a href="#CH76">THE TRUSTY DOG.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH77">THE UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE.</a></li> +<li><a href="#CH78">THE FIRST DECEPTION.</a></li> +</ul> +<p> </p> + +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<ul> +<li><a href="#image-1">Angel (frontispiece).</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-2">The Pearl Box.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-3">Jonas and his horse.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-4">My early days.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-5">The boy found in the snow.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-6">The pleasant sail.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-7">A good mother.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-8">"Erie," the Trusty Dog.</a></li> +<li><a href="#image-9">The uncertainty of life.</a></li> +</ul> +<p> </p> + +<a name="CHPRE"></a> +<h2>PREFACE</h2> +<p> + In preparing this volume of stories for young readers, the writer has + had in view their instruction, by presenting to them their station in + a familiar and instructive story. Each story contains a moral, and + teaches principles by which the youth should be governed in their + private, social and public relations in life. In the perusal of these + stories, we hope to accomplish our great object, of aiding young + persons to pursue the peaceful and pleasant path of duty—to render + them more useful in the world, and to grow wiser and happier in the + path of life. +</p> +<p> </p> + +<center> +<h2>THE PEARL BOX</h2> +</center> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH1"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE DYING BOY. +</h3> +<p> + A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, and for + sometime continued to grow weaker until he died. A few hours before + his death he revived up, and his first request was to be bathed in the + river; but his mother persuaded him to be sponged only, as the river + water would be too cold for his weak frame. After his mother had + sponged him with water, he desired to be dressed; when his mother + dressed him in his green coat and white collar, and seated him at the + table with all his books and worldly treasures around him. As he sat + there, one would have thought that he was about to commence a course + of study; and yet in the marble paleness of his features, and in the + listless and languid eye, there was evidence that life in the boy was + like an expiring taper, flickering in the socket. He soon asked to go + out in his little carriage. His grandfather, whom he very much loved, + placed him in it, and carefully avoiding every stone, drew him to a + spot commanding the entire landscape. The tide was up and the sun was + shining on the deep blue waters, and bathing the distant mountains and + the green meadows in liquid gold. The gardens and orchards around were + gay in the rich crimson blossoms of the apple tree; the air was filled + with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the birds were singing + beautifully, when little Bertie looked for the last time on the scenes + of earth. He could not remain long, and was soon taken back to the + little parlor, where he sat on the sofa, resting his elbows on the + table. It was not long before the little boy died. But he was very + happy. Among his last words were these, addressed to his little sister + three years old: "Well, Emmie, very ill—me going to Jesus." +</p> +<p> + "Oh, mamma, Emmie loves her Saviour." +</p> +<a name="CH2"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE BOY AND THE GOLD ROBIN. +</h3> +<p> + A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming clover. The + cool breeze lifted the curls from his brow, and fanned with downy + wings his quiet slumbers, while he lay under the refreshing shade of a + large maple tree. The birds sang to him during his happy hours of + sleep. By and by he awoke, and a beautiful gold robin sat on the + spray, and sung a song of joy. The boy reached out his hands to secure + the prize, but the robin spread his golden wings and soared away. He + looked after it with a longing gaze, and when it disappeared from his + sight, he wept aloud. At this moment, a form of light approached, and + took the hands of the child and pointed upwards; and he saw the bird + soaring in freedom, and the sun shining upon its burnished plumes. + Then the shining one said: "Do you love that beautiful bird?" In the + midst of his tears the child replied, "Oh, yes." "Then," said the + angel, "shall it not wing its flight from flower to flower and be + happy, rather than to dwell in a prison with thee?" Then the streams + and flowering vales of Elysium, that breathe the pure air of freedom, + spake: "Wouldst thou bring her back to thee, and make her a prisoner? + Dry up thy tears, and let thy song be, 'Stay not here, but speed thy + flight, O bright one, and snuff the mellow air of freedom.' God made + the birds to be happy in their short existence, and ought we to + deprive them of their own elements of happiness, and take from them + the freedom which they enjoy?" +</p> +<a name="CH3"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE WAY TO OVERCOME EVIL. +</h3> +<p> + A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the precepts of + the Bible by her mother. One day she came to her mother very much + delighted, to show her some plums that a friend had given her. The + mother said to her: "Your friend was very kind, and has given you a + great many." "Yes," replied Sarah. "she was, and she gave me more than + these, but I have given some away." The mother asked to whom she had + given them; when the child replied: "I gave them to a girl that pushes + me off the path, and makes faces at me." Upon being asked why she gave + them to her, she answered: "Because I thought that should make her + know that I wished to be kind to her, and perhaps she will not be + unkind and rude to me again." This was true. The rude girl was + afterwards very good to Sarah, and felt very sorry that she had + treated her unkindly. How truly did the little girl obey the command, + "<i>overcome evil with good</i>." +</p> +<a name="CH4"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + HARRIET AND HER SQUIRREL. +</h3> +<p> + It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were all sitting + in the piazza, conversing about the efforts which were being made for + the poor heathen, and the number of Testaments which were being sent + to them. +</p> +<p> + "Father," said little Harriet, "do the little heathen children wish to + learn to read the New Testament?" +</p> +<p> + "O yes, my child, many of them do," said the father. +</p> +<p> + "But have they all got Testaments if they did know how to read?" "No, + my love; few of them have ever heard about the Testament, about God, + or about Jesus Christ." "Will half a dollar buy one?" said Harriet. "O + yes, my child." +</p> +<p> + "Then," said Harriet, "may I sell anything I have, if I can get the + money?" Her father told her she might. +</p> +<p> + Now, every child has some favorite toy. Harriet's was a beautiful tame + <i>gray</i> squirrel. It would eat from her hands, attend her in her + rambles, and sleep on her pillow. +</p> +<p> + She called its name Jenny. It was taken sick, and the little girl + nursed it with care, but it at last died in her lap. +</p> +<p> + Little Harriet wept sadly about it, and her father tried to console + her, and told her not to feel so. +</p> +<p> + "Ah," said she, "you know, father, you told me that I might sell + anything I had to buy a Testament for the heathen children, and I was + going to sell my pretty squirrel to Mr. Smith, who said he would give + me half a dollar for it; but now my Jenny is dead." The Father then + put a silver dollar into Harriet's hand, and she dried her tears, + rejoicing that Jenny's death would be the means of his little daughter + having two or three Testaments instead of one. +</p> +<a name="CH5"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE REWARD. +</h3> +<p> + A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the children in + his class with a catechism, who had none. +</p> +<p> + One of the little girls went home from the school after the books were + given out, and said: +</p> +<p> + "Mamma, if I had told a lie to-day, I would have got a catechism." +</p> +<p> + "I think that very strange, Eliza; for the Sabbath School is no place + for lies, and if you could be so wicked, I know your teacher would not + have rewarded you for it." +</p> +<p> + "Mother," said Eliza, "I tell nothing but the truth; and now I will + explain it. +</p> +<p> + "You know I went to school this morning with the other girls. They + told me on the way how their mother had bought each of them a new + catechism on last market day, and they said, if I once saw how pretty + their books were, I would not look at my old one any more. Our teacher + asked us all, when we went in, if we had any catechisms, and those who + said they had not, received one from the teacher as a present. Jane, + after all she told me, by the way, denied that she had any, and Lizzy + did the same. But when he asked me, I told him I had one at home; but + if I had said no, I would have got a new one." +</p> +<p> + Her mother then told her that she should be rewarded for not telling a + lie by giving her a new book and a new Bible. +</p> +<a name="CH6"></a> +<hr> +<center> +<h3> + ANECDOTES. +</h3> +</center> +<p> + A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came to be + assured that there was a God. +</p> +<p> + "In the same way," he replied, "that I am enabled to tell by a print + impressed on the sand, whether it was a man or beast that passed that + way." +</p> +<a name="CH6A"></a> +<h4> + THANKFULNESS. +</h4> +<p>—Walking along Bishopgate street one morning, I saw two + men standing as if amazed at something that had happened. +</p> +<p> + "Pray, gentlemen," said I, "what is the matter?" One of them informed + me that a genteelly dressed man had hastily come up to him, and + tapping him on the shoulder, had said: +</p> +<p> + "Sir, did you ever thank God for your reason?" +</p> +<p> + "No," said I, "not particularly." +</p> +<p> + "Well," said he, "do it now, for I have lost mine;" when he marched + off with great speed. +</p> +<a name="CH6B"></a> +<h4> + HONESTY. +</h4> +<p>—An honest boy, whose sister was sick and the family in want, + found a wallet containing fifty dollars. The temptation was great to + use the money; but he resolved to find the owner. He did so; when the + owner, learning the circumstances of the family, gave the fifty + dollars for their comfort. He took the boy to live with him. That boy + is a prosperous merchant in Ohio. +</p> +<a name="CH6C"></a> +<h4> + THE BOY AND HIS MARBLES. +</h4> + <p>—One Sunday a lady called to her little boy, + who was shooting marbles on the pavement, to come into the house. +</p> +<p> + "Don't you know you shouldn't be out there, my son? Go into the back + yard if you want to play marbles; it is Sunday." +</p> +<p> + "Yes, mother; but aint it Sunday in the back yard?" +</p> +<a name="CH7"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE BOY AND THE DEW DROPS. +</h3> +<p> + A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing on the lawn + before his father's house, while the dew drops lay on the grass, was + soon after seen returning to the spot, and finding them all gone, he + sat down to weep. His father asked him why he wept. +</p> +<p> + "Because," said he, "the beautiful dew drops are gone." His father + tried to soothe him, but he continued weeping. Just then a cloud + passed over, and on the cloud the beautiful rainbow had cast its arch. +</p> +<p> + "There, see, my son," said the father, "there are all your dew drops; + the sun has taken them up only to set them forth in greater brightness + in the sky." +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + "O father, dear father, why pass they away,<br /> + The dew drops that sparkled at dawning of day,<br /> + That glittered like stars in the light of the moon;<br /> + Oh, why are the dew drops dissolving so soon?<br /> + Does the sun in his wrath chase their brightness away,<br /> + As if nothing that's lovely might live for a day?<br /> + The moonlight is faded, the flowers still remain,<br /> + But the dew drops have shrunk to their petals again." + </p> + <p class="ind4"> + "My child," said the father, "look up to the skies;<br /> + Behold that bright rainbow, those beautiful dyes,<br /> + There, there are the dew drops in glory reset,<br /> + 'Mid the jewels of heaven they are glittering yet.<br /> + Oh, are we not taught by each beautiful ray<br /> + To mourn not earth's fair things, though passing away?<br /> + For though youth of its beauty and brightness be riven,<br /> + All that withers on earth blooms more sweetly in heaven.<br /> + Look up," sad the father, "look up to the skies——<br /> + Hope sits on the wings of those beautiful dyes." +</p> +<a name="CH8"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LETTICE AND MYRA.<br /> + A SCENE IN LONDON. +</h3> +<p> + My young readers may have heard about the poor people in London. The + following story is a specimen of the hardships of many young girls, in + that famous city. +</p> +<p> + "Two young women occupied one small room of about ten feet by eight. + They were left orphans, and were obliged to take care of themselves. + Many of the articles of furniture left them had been disposed of to + supply the calls of urgent want. In the room was an old four post + bedstead, with curtains almost worn out, one mattrass with two small + pillows, a bolster that was almost flat, three old blankets and cotton + sheets, of coarse description, three rush-bottom chairs, an old claw + table, a chest of draws, with a few battered band-boxes on the top of + it, a miserable bit of carpet before the fire-place, a wooden box for + coals, a little tin fender, and an old poker. What there was, however, + was kept clean, the floor and yellow paint was clean, and the washing + tub which sat in one corner of the room. +</p> +<p> + "It was a bitter cold night, the wind blew and shook the window, when + a young girl of about eighteen sat by the tallow candle, which burned + in a tin candlestick, at 12 o'clock at night, finishing a piece of + work with the needle which she was to return next morning. Her name + was Lettice Arnold. She was naturally of a cheerful, hopeful temper, + and though work and disappointment had faded the bright colors of + hope, still hope buoyed up her spirits. +</p> +<p> + "Her sister Myra was delicate, and lay on the mattrass on that night, + tossing about with suffering, unable to rest. At last Lettice says to + her:—— +</p> +<p> + "'Poor Myra, can't you get to sleep?' +</p> +<p> + "'It is so cold,' was the reply; 'and when will you have done and come + to bed?' +</p> +<p> + "'One quarter of an hour more, Myra, and I shall have finished my + work, and then I will throw my clothes over your feet, and I hope you + will be a little warmer.' +</p> +<p> + "Myra sighed, and lifted up her head, and leaning upon her arm watched + the progress of her sister as she plied the needle to her work. +</p> +<p> + "'How slowly,' said Myra, 'you do get along. It is one o'clock, and + you have not finished yet.' +</p> +<p> + "'I cannot work fast, Myra, and neatly too; my hands are not so + delicate and nimble as yours,' and smiling a little, she added: 'Such + swelled clumsy things, I cannot get over the ground nimbly and well at + the same time. You, are a fine race horse, and I a drudging pony. But + I shall soon be through.' +</p> +<p> + "Myra once more uttered a sigh and cried: +</p> +<p> + "'Oh, my feet are dreadful cold.' +</p> +<p> + "'Take this bit of flannel,' said Lettice, 'and let me wrap them up.' +</p> +<p> + "'Nay, you will want it,' she replied. +</p> +<p> + "'Oh, I have only five minutes to sit up, and I can wrap this piece of + carpet round mine,' said Lettice. +</p> +<p> + "And she laid down her work and went to the bed and wrapped her + sister's icy feet in the flannel, and then sat down and finished her + task. How glad was Lettice to creep to the mattress and to lay her + aching limbs upon it. A hard bed and scanty covering in a cold night + are keenly felt. She soon fell asleep, while her sister tossed and + murmured on account of the cold. +</p> +<p> + "Lettice awoke and drew her over little pillow from under her head, + and put it under her sister's and tried every way to make her sister + comfortable, and she partly succeeded; and at last Myra, the delicate + suffering creature, fell asleep, and Lettice slumbered like a child." +</p> +<p> + How thankful ought we to be for kind parents, a comfortable home, and + a good fire in a cold night. I will tell you in my next story what + Lettice did with her work. +</p> +<a name="CH9"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LETTICE TAKING HOME THE WORK. +</h3> +<p> + Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the twilight + gleamed through the curtainless windows, Lettice was up dressing + herself by the aid of the light which gleamed from the street lamp + into the window. She combed her hair with modest neatness, then opened + the draw with much precaution, lest she should disturb poor Myra, who + still slumbered on the hard mattrass—drew out a shawl and began to + fold it as if to put it on. +</p> +<p> + "Alas!" said Lettice, "this will not do—it is thread-bare, time-worn, + and has given way in two places." She turned it, and unfolded it, but + it would not do. It was so shabby that she was actually ashamed to be + seen with it in the street. She put it aside and took the liberty of + borrowing Myra's, who was now asleep. She knew Myra would be awful + cold when she got up, and would need it. But she must go with the work + that morning. She thought first of preparing the fire, so that Myra, + when she arose, would only have to light the match; but as she went to + the box for coal, she saw, with terror, how low the little store of + fuel was, and she said to herself, "we must have a bushel of coal + to-day—better to do without meat than fire such weather as this." But + she was cheered with the reflection that she should receive a little + more for her work that day than what she had from other places. It had + been ordered by a benevolent lady who had been to some trouble in + getting the poor woman supplied with needle work so that they should + receive the full price. She had worked for private customers before, + and always received more pay from them than from the shops in London, + where they would beat down the poor to the last penny. +</p> +<p> + Poor Lettice went to the old band-box and took out a shabby old + bonnet—she looked at it, and sighed, when she thought of the + appearance she must make; for she was going to Mrs. Danvers, and her + work was some very nice linen for a young lady about to be married. +</p> +<p> + Just at this moment she thought of the contrast between all the fine + things that young lady was to have, and her own destitution. But her + disposition was such as not to cause her to think hard of others who + had plenty while she was poor. She was contented to receive her pay + from the wealthy, for her daily needle work. She felt that what they + had was not taken from her, and if she could gain in her little way by + receiving her just earnings from the general prosperity of others, she + would not complain. And as the thought of the increased pay came into + her mind, which she was to receive that day, she brightened up, shook + the bonnet, pulled out the ribbons, and made it look as tidy as + possible, thinking to herself that after buying some fuel she might + possibly buy a bit of ribbon and make it look a little more spruce, + when she got her money. +</p> +<p> + Lettice now put on her bonnet, and Myra's shawl, and looking into the + little three-penny glass which hung on the wall, she thought she might + look quite tidy after all. The young lady for whom she made the linen + lived about twenty miles from town, but she had come in about this + time, and was to set off home at nine o'clock that very morning. The + linen was to have been sent in the night before, but Lettice had found + it impossible to finish it. This was why she was obliged to start so + early in the morning. She now goes to the bed to tell Myra about the + fire, and that she had borrowed her shawl, but Myra was sound asleep, + so she did not disturb her, but stepped lightly over the floor and + down stairs, for it was getting late, and she must be gone. Read the + next story, and you will be deeply interested in the result. +</p> +<a name="CH10"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LETTICE AND CATHERINE,<br /> + OR THE UNEXPECTED MEETING. +</h3> +<p> + I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the daughters of + a clergyman, who held the little vicarage of Castle Rising. But + misfortune, which sometimes meets the wise and good, reduced the + family to poor circumstances. After the parents' decease, Lettice and + Myra located in London, for the purpose of doing needle work for a + living. +</p> +<p> + We said in the last story, that Lettice had entered the street and was + on her way with the work she had finished for the young lady. It was + a cold morning, the snow blew, and the street was slippery. She could + scarcely stand—her face was cold, and her hands so numbed that she + could scarcely hold the parcel she carried. The snow beat upon her + poor bonnet, but she comforted herself with the idea that she might be + supposed to have a better bonnet at home. She cheerfully trudged + along, and at last entered Grosvenor Square, where the lamps were just + dying away before the splendid houses, while the wind rushed down the + Park colder than ever. A few boys were about the only people yet to be + seen about, and they laughed at her as she held her bonnet down with + one hand, to prevent its giving way before the wind, while she carried + her bundle and kept her shawl from flying up with the other. +</p> +<p> + At last she entered Green Street, and came to the house of the kind + lady who had furnished her and many others with work; raised the + knocker, and gave one humble knock at the door. She had never been at + the house before, but she had sometimes had to go to other genteel + houses where she had been met with incivility by the domestics. +</p> +<p> + But "like master, like man," is a stale old proverb, and full of + truth. The servant came to the door. He was a grave old man about + fifty. His countenance was full of kind meaning, and his manners so + gentle, that before hearing her errand, observing how cold she looked, + bade her come in and warm herself at the hall stove. +</p> +<p> + "I have come," said Lettice, "with the young lady's work—I had not + time to come last night, but I hope I have not put her to any + inconvenience—I started before light this morning.' +</p> +<p> + "Well, my dear, I hope not," said the servant, "but it was a pity you + could not get it done last night. Mrs. Danvers likes to have people + exact to the moment. However, I dare say it will be all right." +</p> +<p> + As Reynolds, the servant-man, entered the drawing-room, Lettice heard + a voice, "Is it come at last?" And the young lady, who thus enquired, + was Catherine Melvin, who was then making an early breakfast before a + noble blazing fire. +</p> +<p> + "Has the woman brought her bill?" asked Mrs. Danvers. +</p> +<p> + "I will go and ask," said the servant. "Stay, ask her to come up. I + should like to enquire how she is getting along, this cold weather." +</p> +<p> + Reynolds obeyed, and soon Lettice found herself in a warm, + comfortable breakfast room. +</p> +<p> + "Good morning," said Mrs. Danvers. "I am sorry you have had such a + cold walk this morning. I am sorry you could not come last night. This + young lady is just leaving, and there is barely time to put up the + things." Catherine (for this was the young lady's name) had her back + turned to the door quietly continuing her breakfast, but when the + gentle voice of Lettice replied: +</p> +<p> + "Indeed, madam, I beg your pardon, I did my very best"—Catherine + started, looked up and rose hastily from her chair; Lettice, advancing + a few steps, exclaimed—"Catherine." +</p> +<p> + And Catherine exclaimed: "It is—it is you!" and coming forward and + taking her by the hand, she gazed with astonishment at the wan face + and miserable attire of the work-woman. "You," she kept repeating. + "Lettice! Lettice Arnold! Good Heavens! Where is your father? your + mother? your sister?" +</p> +<p> + "Gone," said the poor girl, "all gone but poor Myra!" +</p> +<p> + "And where is she? And you, dear Lettice, how have you come to this?" +</p> +<p> + Such was the unexpected meeting of these two persons, who were once + children of the same village of Castle Rising. Lettice had been + working for her schoolmate, Catherine Melvin. The result was a happy + one, and it was not long before, by the kindness of Catherine, that + the two orphan girls were situated pleasantly in life. But as you will + wish to know how all this came about, I will give you the + circumstances in another story. +</p> +<a name="CH11"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE EXPLANATION. +</h3> +<p> + Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentleman, and + had much power in preaching. He received one hundred and ten pounds + per year for his services. Her father's illness was long and painful, + and the family were dependant on others for assistance. +</p> +<p> + "We at last closed his eyes," said Lettice, "in deep sorrow." He used + to say to himself, "It is a rough road, but it leads to a good place." +</p> +<p> + After his funeral, the expenses exhausted all that was left of their + money—only a few pounds were left when the furniture was sold, and + "we were obliged," said Lettice, "to give up the dear little + parsonage. It was a sweet little place. The house was covered all over + with honeysuckles and jessamines; and there was the flower garden in + which I used to work, and which made me so hale and strong, and aunt + Montague used to say I was worth a whole bundle of fine ladies. +</p> +<p> + "It was a sad day when we parted from it. My poor mother! How she kept + looking back, striving not to cry, and poor Myra was drowned in tears. +</p> +<p> + "Then we afterwards came to London. A person whom we knew in the + village had a son who, was employed in one of the great linen + warehouses, and he promised to try to get us needlework. So we came to + London, took a small lodging, and furnished it with the remnant of our + furniture. Here we worked fourteen hours a day apiece, and we could + only gain between three and four shillings each. At last mother died, + and then all went; she died and had a pauper's funeral." +</p> +<p> + From this room the orphan girl removed soon after their mother's + deceased, and located among the poor of Marylebone street, where Mrs. + Danvers accidently met with the two sisters, in one of her visits + among the poor, and for whom she obtained the work which led to the + unexpected meeting related in the previous story. +</p> +<a name="CH12"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + JONAS AND HIS HORSE. +</h3> +<p> + A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of man. No one + who has tender feelings can bear to see the horse abused. It is wicked + for any one to do so. A horse has a good memory, and he will never + forget a kind master. Jonas Carter is one of those boys who likes to + take care of a horse. His father gave Jonas the whole care of an + excellent animal which he purchased for his own use. Every morning he + would go into the stable to feed and water him. As all the horses in + the neighborhood had names, Jonas gave one to his, and called him + Major. Every time he went into the stable to take care of him, Major + would whine and paw, as if his best friend was coming to see him. + Jonas kept him very clean and nice, so that he was always ready for + use at any time of day. At night he made up his bed of straw, and kept + the stable warm in winter and cool in summer. Major soon found that + he was in the hands of a kind master, and being well fed, and well + cleansed, he would often show how proud and nice he was, by playing + with Jonas in the yard. His young master would often let him loose in + the yard, and when Jonas started to go in, the horse, Major, would + follow him to the door, and when he turned him into the pasture, no + one could so well catch him as Jonas; for every time he took him from + the pasture, Jonas would give him some oats; so when he saw his master + coming for him, he remembered the oats, and would come directly to + him. Some horses are very difficult to bridle, but it was not so with + Major. When Jonas came with the bridle, Major would hold his head + down, and take in his bitts, and appear as docile as a lamb. He well + knew that Jonas never drove him hard, but always used him kindly. + Jonas was not a selfish boy; he was willing to let his friends ride a + short distance; and in the picture, you will see him talking with one + of his young friends about his horse. +</p> +<p> + Now, children, you may be sure that a dumb animal will remember his + kind master; and if ever you own a horse, or drive one which belongs + to another, be sure and treat him kindly. And you will find this rule + to work well among yourselves. Be kind to each other, and to all + whom you meet with, and it will help you along the pleasant path of + life, and secure to you many friends. +</p> +<a name="image-3"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0033.jpg" width="276" height="208" +alt="Jonas and his horse." ></p> +<a name="CH13"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + EDWARD AND ELLEN. +</h3> +<p> + Edward Ford owned a snug little cottage with a small farm situated + about a mile from the village. When he was married to Ellen G——, who + was said to be one of the best girls in the village, he took her to + his nice little home, where he had every thing around very pleasant + and comfortable. Ellen was very industrious and remarkable for her + prudence and neatness. She spun and churned, and tended her poultry, + and would often carry her butter and eggs herself to market, which + greatly added to their comfort. She had a beautiful little girl, and + they gave her the name of Lily. Things glided smoothly on until Lily + was sixteen. Edward was very fond of the violin and of reading books + that were not very useful, and as he was very fond of music, he spent + a great deal more time in making music and playing the violin than + what his wife thought profitable. Ellen loved music, and was willing + to have him read profitable books, but all this while she thought he + might be patching up the fences and improving the shed for the better + comfort of the cattle. Still she would not complain, hoping all the + time that he would see the necessity of being a little more + industrious. The winter came, and all through its dreary months he was + unable to work, as he was sick. And although Ellen worked hard, yet + her husband required so much of her attention, that all her efforts + availed not much to keep poverty out of their cottage. When the spring + came, Ellen's husband was able to be about again, and she began to + hope that Edward would be more industrious, and they would be able by + strict economy to repair the loss occasioned by his winter's illness, + which had put them so far behind-hand. Edward had become lazy or + disheartened. Affairs about the house continued to grow worse; his + farm was ill worked or neglected, and by the fall, his horse and oxen + had to go for necessary expenses. Ellen still kept her cows, but it + was now very little help she received from her husband. He had been + formerly one of the most temperate of men, but now he spent his days + from home; and here lay Ellen's deepest sorrow. He was often at the + village tavern, wasting in senseless riot the time, health and means + that God had given him for other purposes. Ellen felt sad, and in the + next story you will see a painful scene in the life of +</p> +<a name="CH14"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LILY FORD. +</h3> +<p> + It was now in the latter part of December—two days more and comes the + season of "Merry Christmas." Ellen thought of the dreary prospect + before her. As she was thinking over her condition, and how she should + manage affairs so as to make home comfortable, the door opened, and in + came Edward earlier than usual, a sober man. With a grateful heart + Ellen set about preparing the supper, and made all the evening as + pleasant as she could for him. +</p> +<p> + The next morning earlier than usual Edward was preparing to go out. + The weather was bitter cold, and the wood pile was very low. She did + not like to ask Edward to split some wood the evening before, as she + did not wish to vex him. Of late he had harshly refused her simple + requests. She, however, ventured this morning to ask him to split a + few logs, and he replied: +</p> +<p> + "Why did you not ask me when you saw me doing nothing all last + evening? You must get along the best way you can until night. I have + engaged to work for Squire Davis, and I shall be late unless I go at + once." +</p> +<p> + "To work! Have you?" said Ellen, in a pleased and grateful tone. +</p> +<p> + "Yes; so don't detain me. I am to have a dollar and a half a day as + long as I choose to work." +</p> +<p> + "How very fortunate!" said Ellen. +</p> +<p> + After he was gone, Ellen busied herself in making things comfortable + for the children. It was market day, and she must carry her heavy + basket to the village for the different families who depended upon her + for their supply of fresh butter and eggs. A year ago she had a neat + little wagon and a good horse to drive. There was something in the + mind of Ellen; what it was she could not tell—a kind of sad + presentiment of something—as she was preparing to go to market. I + shall tell you in the next story what it was. You will see that Ellen + was very kind to her husband and tried every way to make him happy. +</p> +<a name="CH15"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE MARKET DAY. +</h3> +<p> + Mrs. Ford had three little children—Lily, Hetty, and a dear little + babe. As she was now going to market, she told Lily, her oldest + daughter, to take good care of the baby. Lily promised to do so. It + was a very cold day. For a time the children got along very well; but + soon the wood was all burned, not a stick or chip remained; as their + father had gone away in the morning without splitting any, so they + were obliged to do the best they could. The baby began to look as if + it was cold, and Lily said: +</p> +<p> + "Come, Hetty, we will go out and see if together we cannot roll in one + of those great logs." +</p> +<p> + Hetty was eleven years old. Lily put the baby in the cradle and then + went out with Hetty to roll in the log. They rolled it up to the step, + and got it part way into the door, but, alas! they could not get it + further. There it stuck in the doorway, and the door was wide open; + the wind and snow beat in from without, and the fire gradually settled + away in its embers. +</p> +<p> + Something must now be done. Hetty put on her cloak and hood and set + out for her mother; for she told them if anything happened to be sure + and come for her. Hetty soon found her mother at the village store, + and without stopping to warm herself, she said: +</p> +<p> + "O mother, come home, for little Eddy is sick, and Lily says it is the + croup, and that he is dying. The fire is all out, and the room is full + of snow, because the big log we tried to roll in stuck fast in the + doorway." +</p> +<p> + Hetty and her mother hastened home; and as they were crossing the + street there was her husband just entering the tavern. She told him + about little Eddy, and he promised to go for a physician and to come + home immediately; and by the time they had gone half way home, Edward, + her husband, joined them. +</p> +<p> + They hurried along, and as they came near the cottage there stood two + of the cows, and under the shed was the third, the old "spotted cow," + which Hetty thought was in the pond when she left home. To their + surprise the log was rolled away from the door, and as Mrs. Ford + opened the door with a trembling hand, fearing her baby was dead, + there was a young man sitting by a good fire, which he had made while + Hetty was gone, with little Eddy folded in his arms. The anxious + mother bent over her baby as he lay in the stranger's arms, and + seeing his eyes closed, she whispered: +</p> +<p> + "Is he dead?" +</p> +<p> + "He is not, he only sleeps," replied the stranger. +</p> +<p> + This young man came into the house in time to save the baby from the + cold chills of death. He was ever after a friend to the family—a + means of Edward's reformation, so that with some assistance the + mortgage on the farm was paid off, and the farm re-stocked. This + stranger became the husband of Lily, the eldest daughter. +</p> +<a name="CH16"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + MELLY, ANNA AND SUSY. +</h3> +<p> + There is nothing more pleasant than to see brothers and sisters, + lovely in their lives, and in all their plays kind and obliging to + each other. Mrs. Jones' three little children were always noted for + their good behaviour by all the people in the village, and the school + teacher said they were the prettiest behaved children she ever saw, + and this was saying much in their praise, for her scholars were noted + for very good behavior and promptness in their recitations. +</p> +<p> + Mrs. Jones kept her children under a good discipline, but she always + gave them time and opportunities for their pleasant plays. She would + not allow them to associate with vicious children, because "evil + communications corrupt good manners," and she knew her children were + as liable to fall into bad habits as any others. There were a few + vicious boys in the village where she lived who always took delight in + teasing and vexing the other children, and sometimes these boys would + try some method to break up the children's play. +</p> +<p> + One afternoon, there being no school, Mrs. Jones gave her little + children permission to go into the lower back-room and spend awhile in + play. Away they jumped and skipped along down stairs to the play room, + with merry hearts and smiling faces. They had not been there a long + time before they heard a very singular noise, which they did not know + what to make of. But they soon forgot it, and continued playing with + the same cheerfulness; very soon again they heard the same noise, + which sounded like somebody's voice. The children began to be a little + frightened, and while little Susy stretches her hand out to take hold + of the post, and is in the act of running away. Melly and Anna put + their fingers to their lips, and listened again to know what the noise + could mean. Soon the noise was repeated, and away they flew to heir + mother's arms in such a tremor that she felt at the moment alarmed + herself. They told their mother what had happened, and all that night + the children could not sleep. +</p> +<p> + It was ascertained the next day that one of the bad boys crept along + in the back part of the yard where the children were playing, and by + an unnatural sound of his voice made the noise that so alarmed the + three little children. Susy, who was the youngest, did not forget it + for some time; and all of them were afraid to go alone into the lower + room for many weeks. +</p> +<p> + This was very wrong in the bad boy; he might have injured the children + at play so they would never have recovered from it. I have known young + children to be so frightened as never to forget the impression all + their life-time. How much better for the boy to have been like these + good children, and joined with them in their pleasant pastimes. Never + do any thing that will give sorrow and pain to others, but live and + act towards each other while in youth, so as to enable you to review + your life with pleasure, and to meet with the approbation of your + Heavenly Father. +</p> +<a name="CH17"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + ARTHUR AND HIS APPLE TREE. +</h3> +<p> + One summer day little William was sitting in the garden chair beside + his mother, under the shade of a large cherry tree which stood on the + grass plot in front of the house. He was reading in a little book. + After he had been reading some time, he looked, up to his mother and + said: +</p> +<p> + "Mother, will you tell me what is the meaning of 'you must return good + for evil?'" +</p> +<p> + His mother replied: "I will tell you a story that will explain it. +</p> +<p> + "I knew a little boy," she said, "whose name was Arthur Scott; he + lived with his grandmamma, who loved him very much, and who wished + that he might grow up to be a good man. Little Arthur had a garden of + his own, and in it grew an apple tree, which was then very small, but + to his great joy had upon it two fine rosy-cheeked apples, the first + ones it had produced. Arthur wished to taste of them very much to know + if they were sweet or sour; but he was not a selfish boy, and he says + to his grandmother one morning: +</p> +<p> + "I think I shall leave my apples on the tree till my birthday, then + papa and mamma and sister Fanny will come and see me, and we will eat + them together." +</p> +<p> + "'A very good thought," said his grandmother; "and you shall gather + them yourself.' +</p> +<p> + "It seemed a long time for him to wait; but the birthday came at last, + and in the morning as soon as he was dressed he ran into his garden to + gather his apples; but lo! they were gone. A naughty boy who saw them + hanging on the tree, had climbed over the garden wall and stolen them. +</p> +<p> + "Arthur felt very sorry about losing his apples, and he began to cry, + but he soon wiped his eyes, and said to his grandmother: +</p> +<p> + "'It is hard to lose my nice apples, but it was much worse for that + naughty boy to commit so great a sin as to steal them. I am sure God + must be very angry with him; and I will go and kneel down and ask God + to forgive him.' +</p> +<p> + "So he went and prayed for the boy who had stolen his apples. Now, + William, do you not think that was returning good for evil?" +</p> +<p> + "O, yes," said William; "and I thank you, mother, for your pretty + story. I now understand what my new book means." Little Arthur grew to + be a man, and always bore a good name. +</p> +<a name="CH18"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE MOTHERLESS BIRDS. +</h3> +<p> + There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living in a + distant country were they had to labor hard for the support of their + families. One of them was greatly troubled to know who would take care + of his children if he should die. But the other man was not so + troubled, and was always very cheerful, saying to his neighbor: "Never + distrust Providence." +</p> +<p> + One day as the sorrowful man was laboring in the fields, sad and cast + down, he saw some little birds enter a bush, go out and then return + again. He went towards the bush, and saw two nests side by side, and + in both nests some little birds, newly hatched and still without + feathers. He saw the old birds go in a number of times, and they + carried in their bills food to give their little ones. +</p> +<p> + At one time, as one of the mothers returned with her beak full, a + large vulture seized her and carried her away; and the poor mother, + struggling vainly under its talons, uttered piercing cries. He thought + the little young birds must certainly die, as they had now no mother + to take care of them. He felt so bad about them that he did not sleep + any that night. The next day, on returning to the fields, he said to + himself: "I will see the little ones of this poor mother; some without + doubt have already perished." +</p> +<p> + He went up to the bush, and saw that the little ones in both nests + were all alive and well. He was very much surprised at this, and he + hid himself behind the bush to see what would happen. After a little + time he heard a crying of the birds, and soon the second mother came + flying into the bush with her beak full of food, and distributed it + all among the little birds in both nests. He now saw that the orphan + birds were as well provided for as when their own mother was living. +</p> +<p> + In the evening, he related the whole story to his neighbor, and said + to him: +</p> +<p> + "I will never distress myself again about who will take care of my + children, if I should die before them." +</p> +<p> + His neighbor replied: "Let us always believe, hope, love, and pursue + our course in peace. If you die before me, I will take cure of your + children, and if I die before you, you will be a father to mine; and + if we are both taken away before our children are able to provide for + themselves, there is a Father in heaven." +</p> +<a name="CH19"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + STORY ABOUT A ROBBER. +</h3> +<p> + I will tell you a true story about a robber. A gentleman was once + travelling through a very unfrequented road, along in a chaise, in the + latter part of the day. There was no house nor a sign of a human being + there. It was a very lonely road. Presently at a sudden turn in the + road, directly towards his horse's head, a man came out of the woods. + The gentleman was convinced by his appearance that he came for no good + purpose. He immediately stopped his horse, and asked the stranger to + get in and ride. The man hesitated a moment, and then stepped into the + chaise. The gentleman commenced talking with him about the loneliness + of the road, and observed that it would be an admirable place for a + robbery if any one was so disposed. He proceeded to speak of robbery + and criminals, and how he thought they should be sought out and + instructed, and if possible reformed; and that we ought to try to + convert and reform them; and then he began to tell him what course he + should take with a man who should attempt to rob him. He told him that + he should give him all his money first, and then began to talk kindly + to him, and show the evil consequences of his course of life. He then + said: +</p> +<p> + "Yes, I would die on the spot rather than to injure a hair on his + head." +</p> +<p> + They soon came to another road, when the man, who had silently + listened to all the gentleman had said, desired to get out, saying + that his home lay in that direction. +</p> +<p> + The gentleman stopped his horse, and the man got out, took his adviser + by the hand, saying: +</p> +<p> + "I thank you, sir, for this ride and for all you have said to me; I + shall never forget any part of it. When I met you, it was my intention + to rob you. I could easily have done so, but your kind act and kind + words put better thoughts into my heart. I think I never shall be + guilty of the crime you have saved me from committing this afternoon. + I thank God for having met you; you have made me a better man." +</p> +<a name="CH20"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + GOOD COMPANIONS. +</h3> +<p> + One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and in the midst + of them grew a tuft of grass. +</p> +<p> + "How," I cried to the grass, "does a poor plant like you dare to be + found in the company of roses?" +</p> +<p> + And I ran to tear away the tuft, when the grass replied: +</p> +<p> + "Spare me! It is true, I am not a rose; but you will perceive from my + perfume that I have been among the roses." +</p> +<p> + This is a very pretty fable for young people. It makes us recollect + one of the proverbs of Solomon: "He that walketh with wise men shall + be wise; but a companion of fools shall be destroyed," Young people + like to have companions, and it is proper that they should have them. +</p> +<p> + If we had no one to associate with, we should be unhappy. We need + friends that we may confide in, and that we may tell them what we + feel and what we think. But we must take care as to the choice of + friends; for just as the grass in the fable imbibed the scent of the + roses, so we become like those with whom we associate. +</p> +<a name="CH21"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + BERTIE'S BOX. +</h3> +<p> + A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in which he + deposited his little treasures. After he died his mother took the key + and opened it. It was full of all sorts of things. There were + specimens of stones, and shells, and moss, and grass, and dried + flowers. There were, also, curious flies, found dead; but they were + not destroyed by him, as he would never sacrifice a short sunny + existence for self gratification. There were a number of books and + small ornamental toys which had been given him—a drawing slate with + pencils, colored chalks, a small box of colors, some little plates + which he had colored, in his own untaught style—a commenced copy of + the hymn, "I know that my Redeemer liveth" an unfinished letter to his + grandpapa, and some torn leaves which he had found with passages of + scripture upon them—a copy of the "lines on the death of an only + son." Also a number of sketches of missionary stations, chapels and + schools, which he had cut out and colored. His mother once asked him + why he cut them out, saying, that there might be some reading on the + back of the pieces worth saving. "Oh no, mamma," he replied, "I looked + carefully at the backs first." In the box was a purse containing three + shillings. +</p> +<p> + Such were the treasures which this little lamb had left when he died; + And as you will be pleased to know what was done with the box of + treasures, I will tell you. "The thought struck me," says his mother, + "that after he was gone, I should not know what to do with Bertie's + box of treasures; I therefore asked him what I should do with them." + He replied, "Oh, give half to God and half to the children, and be + sure to divide them fairly." The money in the box was devoted to the + purchase of the Bible—and a collecting box made in the form of a + Bible; for, said he, "when my friends come and give money to the + children, then hold Bertie's box for Bertie's share." This is a good + example for all children. Your little treasures may serve a good + purpose when you die. +</p> +<a name="CH22"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE CHILD AND FLOWER. +</h3> +<p class="ind4"> + The Atheist in his garden stood,<br /> + At twilight's pensive hour,<br /> + His little daughter by his side,<br /> + was gazing on a flower. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + "Oh, pick that little blossom, Pa,"<br /> + The little prattler said,<br /> + "It is the fairest one that blooms<br /> + Within that lonely bed." +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + The father plucked the chosen flower,<br /> + And gave it to his child;<br /> + With parted lips and sparkling eye,<br /> + She seized the gift and smiled. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + "O Pa—who made this pretty flower,<br /> + This little violet blue;<br /> + Who gave it such a fragrant smell,<br /> + And such a lovely hue?" +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + A change came o'er the father's brow,<br /> + His eye grew strangely wild,<br /> + New thoughts within him had been stirred<br /> + By that sweet, artless child. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + The truth flashed on the father's mind,<br /> + The truth in all its power;<br /> + "There is a God, my child," said he,<br /> + "Who made that little flower." +</p> +<a name="CH23"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + ANNE CLEAVELAND. +</h3> +<p> + Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good New England + school education, and was well bred and well taught at home in the + virtues and manners that constitute domestic social life. Her father + died a year before her marriage. He left a will dividing his property + equally between his son and daughter, giving to the son the homestead + with all its accumulated riches, and to the daughter the largest share + of the personal property amounting to 6 or 7000 dollars. This little + fortune became at Anne's marriage the property of her husband. It + would seem that the property of a woman received from her father + should be her's. But the laws of a barbarous age fixed it otherwise. +</p> +<p> + Anne married John Warren, who was the youngest child, daintly bred by + his parents. He opened a dry good store in a small town in the + vicinity of B——, where he invested Annie's property. He was a + farmer, and did not think of the qualifications necessary to a + successful merchant. For five or six years he went on tolerably, + living <i>genteelly</i> and <i>recklessly</i>, expecting that every year's gain + would make up the excess of the past. When sixteen years of their + married life had passed, they were living in a single room in the + crowded street of R——. Every penny of the inheritance was + gone—three children had died—three survived; a girl of fifteen + years, whom the mother was educating to be a teacher—a boy of twelve + who was living at home, and Jessy, a pale, delicate, little struggler + for life, three years old. +</p> +<p> + Mrs. W—— was much changed in these sixteen years. Her round blooming + cheek was pale and sunken, her dark chestnut hair had become thin and + gray, her bright eyes, over-tasked by use and watching, were faded, + and her whole person shrunken. Yet she had gained a great victory. + Yes, it was a precious pearl. And you will wish to know what it was. + It was a gentle submission and resignation—a patience under all her + afflictions. But learn a lesson. Take care to whom you give your hand + in marriage. +</p> +<a name="CH24"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE ORPHANS' VOYAGE. +</h3> +<p> + Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign land, were put + on board a vessel to be taken home to their relatives and friends. On + a bitter cold night, when the north-east winds sang through the + shrouds of the vessel, the little boys were crouched on the deck + behind a bale of goods, to sleep for the night. The eldest boy wrapt + around his younger brother his little cloak, to shield him from the + surf and sleet, and then drew him close to his side and said to him, + "the night will not be long, and as the wind blows we shall the sooner + reach our home and see the peet fire glow." So he tried to cheer his + little brother, and told him to go to sleep and forget the cold night + and think about the morning that would come. They both soon sank to + sleep on the cold deck, huddled close to each other, and locked close + in each other's arms. The steerage passengers were all down below, + snugly stowed away in their warm berths, and forgot all about the cold + wind and the frost. When the morning came the land appeared, and the + passengers began to pace the deck, and as the vessel moved along they + tried some well known spot to trace. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + Only the orphans did not stir,<br /> + Of all this bustling train;<br /> + They reached <i>their home</i> this very night,<br /> + They will not stir again!<br /> + The winter's breath proved kind to them,<br /> + And ended all their pain. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + But in their deep and freezing sleep,<br /> + Clasped rigid to each other,<br /> + In dreams they cried, "the bright morn breaks,<br /> + Home! home! is hear, my brother;<br /> + The angel death has been our friend,<br /> + We come! dear father, mother!" +</p> +<a name="CH25"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LOOK UP. +</h3> +<p> + A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a sailor. One + day his father said to him, "Come, my boy, you will never be a sailor + if you don't learn to climb." +</p> +<p> + The boy was very ambitious, and soon scrambled up to top of the + rigging; but when he saw at what a height he was he began to be + frightened, and called out, "Oh father, I shall fall, what shall I + do?" +</p> +<p> + "Look up—look up, my son," said his father; "if you look down you + will be giddy; but if you keep looking up to the flag at the top of + the mast you will descend safely." The boy followed his father's + advice, and soon came down to the deck of the vessel in safety. You + may learn from this story, to look up to Jesus, as the highest + example, and as the Saviour of mankind. +</p> +<a name="CH26"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE FLOWER THAT LOOKS UP. +</h3> +<p> + "What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party of little + girls who were arranging the flowers they had gathered in the pleasant + fields. "Which flower would you rather be like, Helen?" +</p> +<p> + "Just as if there would be any choice," said Laura. "I like the Rose. + I should like to be the queen of flowers, or none." Laura was + naturally very proud. +</p> +<p> + "For my part" observed Helen, "I should like to resemble the + <i>Rhododendron</i>; when any one touches it, or shakes it roughly, it + scatters a shower of honey dew from its roseate cups, teaching us to + shower blessings upon our enemies. Oh, who does not wish to be as meek + as this flower? It is very difficult, I know," said Helen; "but we are + taught to possess a meek and lowly spirit." +</p> +<p> + "It is difficult, I know," said Lucy, "if we trust to our own + strength. It is only when my father looks at me in his kind manner, + that I have any control of myself. What a pity it is that we cannot + always remember that the eye of our Heavenly Father is upon us." "I + wish I could," said Helen. +</p> +<p> + "Now, Clara, we are waiting for you," said Laura. Clara smiled; and + immediately chose the pale woodbine, or convolvulus, which so + carelessly winds in and out among the bushes—this is an emblem of + loving tenderness. +</p> +<p> + "Now what says Lucy?" exclaimed Helen. +</p> +<p> + "I think I can guess," said Clara; "either a violet, or a heart's + ease. Am I right?" +</p> +<p> + "Not quite," said Lucy, "although both the flowers you have mentioned, + are great favorites of mine. But I think I should like to resemble the + daisy, most, because it is always looking upward." +</p> +<p> + Certainly Lucy made a wise choice. What more do we require for + happiness, than to be able, let the cloud be ever so dark, to look + upward with trusting faith in God. +</p> +<a name="CH27"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + MY EARLY DAYS. +</h3> +<p> + My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father was the + supreme guide of his own household. He was gentle, but he could he + firm and resolute when the case demanded. Mother was the sunshine of + our little garden of love; her talents and energy gave her influence; + and united to a man like father, she was all that is loveable in the + character of woman. +</p> +<a name="image-4"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0061.jpg" width="230" height="231" +alt="My early days." > +</p> +<p> + But the dear old home, where I grew from infancy to boyhood, and from + boyhood to youth, I shall never forget. It was a large house on the + slope of a hill, just high enough to overlook several miles of our + level country, and smooth enough with its soft grassy carpet for us to + roll down from the summit to the foot of the hill. At the back of the + house was another hill, where we used to roll under the shade of the + old elm, and where Miles and I would sit whole afternoons and fly the + kite, each taking turns in bolding the string. This was a happy place + for us, and especially in the spring time, when the happy looking + cows grazed along the pathway which winds around the elm to the stream + where Kate and I used to sail my little boat. All summer long this + place was vocal with the songs of birds, which built their nests in + safety among the tall trees of the grove in the rear of the farm. We + had also the music of the running brook, and the pleasant hum of my + father's cotton mill, which brought us in our daily bread. Haying time + was always a happy season for us boys. Father's two horses, "<i>Dick</i>" + and "<i>Bonny</i>" would take off the farm as large a load of hay as any in + the village. +</p> +<p> + Years past on, and we were a happy band of brothers and sisters. After + Kate, came the twins, Margaret and Herbert, and last of all came the + youngest darling, blue eyed Dora. We had a happy childhood. Our + station in the world was high enough to enable us to have all the + harmless pleasures and studies that were useful and actually necessary + to boys and girls of our station. Father always thought that it was + better in early youth not to force the boys to too hard study, and + mother loved best to see Kate and Margaret using the fingers in + fabricating garments, than in playing the harp. We were free, happy, + roving children on father's farm, unchained by the forms of + fashionable life. We had no costly dresses to spoil, and were + permitted to play in the green fields without a servant's eye, and to + bathe in the clear shallow stream without fear of drowning. As I have + said before, these were happy days; and when I think of them gone, I + often express my regret that we did not improve them more for the + cultivation of the mind and the affections. In the next story you will + see that there were some passing clouds in our early summer days. +</p> +<a name="CH28"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + MARGARET AND HERBERT. +</h3> +<p> + In a large family there are often diversity of character and varieties + of mood and temper, which bring some clouds of sorrow. In our little + Eden of innocence there were storms now and then. Miles was a little + wild and head-strong from his babyhood, and Margaret, though very + beautiful, was often wilful and vain. For five years the twins had + grown up together the same in beauty and health One day an accident + befel Herbert, and the dear child rose from his bed of sickness a pale + and crippled boy. His twin sister grew up tall and blooming. The + twins loved each other very much, and it was a pleasant sight to see + how the deformed boy was cherished and protected by his sister + Margaret. She would often leave us in the midst of our plays to go and + sit by Herbert, who could not share with us in them. +</p> +<p> + We had our yearly festivals, our cowslip gatherings, our blackberry + huntings, our hay makings, and all the delights so pleasant to country + children. Our five birthdays were each signalized by simple presents + and evening parties, in the garden or the house, as the season + permitted. Herbert and Margaret's birthdays came in the sunny time of + May, when there were double rejoicings to be made. They were always + set up in their chairs in the bower, decorated with flowers and + crowned with wreaths. I now think of Margaret smiling under her + brilliant garland, while poor Herbert looked up to her with his pale + sweet face. I heard him once say to her when we had all gone away to + pluck flowers: +</p> +<p> + "How beautiful you are to-day, Margaret, with your rosy checks and + brown hair." +</p> +<p> + "But that does not make me any better or prettier than you, because I + am strong and you are not, or that my cheeks are red and your's are + pale." +</p> +<p> + Miles was just carrying little Dora over the steeping stones at the + brook, when Herbert cried: +</p> +<p> + "O, if I could only run and leap like Miles; but I am very helpless." +</p> +<p> + To which Margaret replied: "Never mind, brother; I will love you and + take care of you all your life," and she said these words with a + sister's love, as she put her arms around the neck of her helpless + brother. She loved him the more, and aimed to please him by reading + books to him which were his delight. This was a pleasant sight, and + the brothers always admired Margaret for her attention to their + helpless brother. +</p> +<a name="CH29"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE BIT OF GARDEN. +</h3> +<p> + Young children like to have a small piece of land for a garden which + they can call their own. And it is very pleasant to dig the ground, + sow the seed, and watch the little green plants which peep out of the + earth, and to see the beautiful buds and fresh blossoms. +</p> +<p> + Every boy and girl has a bit of garden, and we are told in the good + book to take good care of it, and see that the weeds of vice do not + spread over it, and to be sure and have it covered with plants of + goodness. This garden is the HEART. Such things as anger, sloth, lying + and cheating, are noxious weeds. But if you are active and + industrious, and keep cultivating this little garden, and keep out all + the bad weeds, God will help you to make a good garden, full of + pleasant plants, and flowers of virtue. I have seen some gardens which + look very bad, covered with briars and weeds, the grass growing in the + paths, and the knotty weeds choking the few puny flowers that are + drooping and dying out. Every thing seems to say—"How idle the owner + of this garden is." But I have seen other gardens where there were + scarcely any weeds. The walks look tidy, the flowers in blossom, the + trees are laden with fruit, and every thing says, "How busy the owner + is." Happy are you, dear children, if you are working earnestly in the + garden of your hearts. Your garden will be clean, pleasant, and + fruitful—a credit and comfort to you all your days. +</p> +<a name="CH30"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + REMEMBER THE CAKE. +</h3> +<p> + I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when she was + eighty years old. A widow and her little boy paid a visit to Mrs. + More, at Barley Wood. When they were about to leave, Mrs. M. stooped + to kiss the little boy, not as a mere compliment, as old maids usually + kiss children, but she took his smiling face between her two hands, + and looked upon it a moment as a mother would, then kissed it fondly + more than once. "Now when you are a man, my child, will you remember + me?" The little boy had just been eating some cake which she gave him, + and he, instead of giving her any answer, glanced his eyes on the + remnants of the cake which lay on the table. "Well," said Mrs. M., + "you will remember the cake at Barley Wood, wont you?" "Yes," said the + boy, "It was nice cake, and you are <i>so kind</i> that I will remember + both." "That is right," she replied, "I like to have the young + remember me for <i>being kin</i>—then you will remember old Mrs. Hannah + More?" +</p> +<p> + "Always, ma'am, I'll try to remember you always." "What a good child" + said she, after his mother was gone, "and of good stock; that child + will be as true as steel. It was so much more natural that the child + should remember the cake than an old woman, that I love his + sincerity." She died on the 7th of Sept., 1833, aged eighty-eight. She + was buried in Wrighton churchyard, beneath an old tree which is still + flourishing. +</p> +<a name="CH31"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + BENNY'S FIRST DRAWING. +</h3> +<p> + You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated artist. I will + tell you about his first effort in drawing. +</p> +<p> + One of his sisters who had been married some time, came with her babe + to spend a few days at her father's. When the child was asleep in the + cradle, Mrs. West invited her daughter to gather flowers in the + garden, and told Benjamin to take care of the little child while they + were gone; and gave him a fan to flap away the flies from his little + charge. After some time the child appeared to smile in its sleep, and + it attracted young Benney's attention, he was so pleased with the + smiling, sleeping babe, that he thought he would see what he could do + at drawing a portrait of it. He was only in his seventh year; he got + some paper, pens, and some red and black ink, and commenced his work, + and soon drew the picture of the babe. +</p> +<p> + Hearing his mother and sister coming in from the garden, he hid his + picture; but his mother seeing he was confused; asked him what he was + about, and requested him to show her the paper. He obeyed, and + entreated her not to be angry. Mrs. West, after looking some time, + with much pleasure, said to her daughter, "I declare, he has made a + likeness of <i>little Sally</i>," and kissed him with evident satisfaction. + This gave him much encouragement, and he would often draw pictures of + flowers which she held in her hand. Here the instinct of his great + genius was first awakened. This circumstance occurred in the midst of + a Pennsylvania forest, a hundred and four years ago. At the age of + eighteen he was fairly established in the city of Philadelphia as an + artist. +</p> +<a name="CH32"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE GREY OLD COTTAGE. +</h3> +<p> + In the valley between "Longbrigg" and "Highclose," in the fertile + little dale on the left; stands an old cottage, which is truly "a nest + in a green place." The sun shines on the diamond paned windows all + through the long afternoons of a summer's day. It is very large and + roomy. Around it is a trim little garden with pleasant flower borders + under the low windows. From the cottage is a bright lookout into a + distant scene of much variety. +</p> +<p> + Some years ago it was more desolate, as it was so isolated from the + world. Now the children's voices blend with the song of the wood + birds, and they have a garden there of dandelions, daisies, and + flowers. The roof and walls are now covered with stone crop and moss, + and traveller's joy, which gives it a variety of color. The currant + bushes are pruned, and the long rose brandies are trimmed, and present + a blooming appearance. This house, with forty acres of land, some + rocky and sterile, and some rich meadow and peat, formed the + possessions of the Prestons in Westmoreland. For two hundred years + this land had been theirs. Mr. Preston and his wife were industrious + and respectable people. They had two children, Martha and John. The + sister eight years older than her brother and acted a motherly part + towards him. As her mother had to go to market, to see to the cows and + dairy, and to look after the sheep on the fell; Martha took most of + the care of little Johnny. +</p> +<p> + It is said that a very active mother does not <i>always</i> make a very + active daughter, and that is because she does things herself, and has + but little patience with the awkward and slow efforts of a learner. + Mrs. Preston said that Martha was too long in going to market with the + butter, and she made the bread too thick, and did not press all the + water out of the butter, and she folded up the fleeces the wrong way, + and therefore she did all herself. Hence Martha was left to take the + whole care of Johnny, and to roam about in the woods. When she was + about fifteen her mother died, so that Martha was left her mother's + place in the house, which she filled beyond the expectation of all the + neighbors. Her father died when Johnny was sixteen, and his last + advice to his daughter was, to take care of her brother, to look after + his worldly affairs, and above all to bear his soul in prayer to + heaven, where he hoped to meet the household once more. The share of + her father's property when he died, was eighty pounds. Here Martha + spent her days, frugal, industrious and benevolent. And it is said, + there will not be a. grave in Grasmere churchyard, more decked with + flowers, more visited with respect, regret, and tears, and faithful + trust, than that of Martha Preston when she dies. In the next story + you will be interested in what happened at the Grey Cottage. +</p> +<a name="CH33"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE BOY FOUND IN THE SNOW. +</h3> +<p> + One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early, owing to + the black snow clouds that hung close around the horizon, Martha sat + looking into the fire. Her old sheep dog, Fly, lay at her feet. The + cows were foddered for the night, and the sheep were penned up in the + yard. Fly was a faithful dog, and for some reason, this evening, he + was very restless. Why he pricked up his ears, and went snuffing to + the door, and pacing about the room, was more than Martha could tell. +</p> +<p> + "Lie down. Fly,—good dog—lie down," she said; but Fly would not mind + her, which was an unusual thing. She was certain something was the + matter, and she felt she must go up to the fell; and with the + foresight common to the Dale's people, who knew what mountain storms + are, she took under her cloak a small vial of gin, which was kept in + case of any accident, and set out with the dog Fly. The snow fell + fast, the wind blew, and the drifts lay thick. She had great + confidence in Fly, that if any thing was the matter he would find it + out. He ran straight up the little steep path which led through the + woods. On she followed, her cloak white with snow, until she came, + into the more open ground, where she lost sight of Fly and for a time + stood bewildered, until he should return and guide her. The birds and + beasts had gone to rest, and the stillness of the moors was awful. It + was night, and dark. Suddenly she heard a child's feeble voice, and in + an instant she pressed on towards the spot from which the sound came; + soon she heard Fly's loud howl for aid. At last she reached the spot, + and found a little boy half asleep, a kind of drowsiness which + precedes death. He could not speak; he could only moan. She moistened + his lips with the gin, and poured a little down his throat. She then + raised him up and carried him a short distance down the hill; then she + stopped to rest awhile; and then she got as far as the woods, where + the winds were not so cold. Again she gave him a few drops from her + vial, and now he was able to walk a few steps; then Martha, put up a + fervent prayer to God for assistance, as she dragged the lost boy + to her cottage. She now laid him down to the warm fire, while Fly + snuffed around him in great joy. She took off his wet clothes, and + wrapped him in her woollen cloak. He soon recovered and was able to + tell his story. +</p> +<a name="image-5"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0076.jpg" width="236" height="212" +alt="The boy found in the snow." > +</p> +<p> + His father had sent him up to the fells for a sheep that was missing. + The dog left him, and night and snow came on, and he got lost on the + fells. The family had lately come to live near Rydal, and the boy did + not know all the landmarks. Martha took the best of care of the boy + till the morning, when his mother came, with a grateful heart towards + God for the means which had guided Martha to her lost boy. +</p> +<a name="CH34"></a> +<hr> +<center> +<h3> + THE BROTHER AND SISTER. (In three Stories.) +</h3> +</center> +<a name="CH34A"></a> +<h3> + THE PARTING SCENE. +</h3> +<p> + In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garret of a + lonely house, who was very sick, and near dying. She had two children, + a brother and sister, who knelt beside her bed to catch her dying + words. "Annie, my daughter," said the mother, "soon, and your young + brother will have no earthly friend but you; will you, my daughter, be + to him a faithful sister?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes, mother, <i>I will</i>," said the daughter, as she wiped away her + tears. +</p> +<p> + And then she laid her hand upon the head of her son, and said, "Be a + good boy, Willy, and mind your sister; she is but three years older + than yourself, but as far as her knowledge goes, she will be a guide + for you; and she and you have a Father in Heaven who will never leave + you. Will you promise to do as she wishes?" +</p> +<p> + Willy raised his eyes to his mother, and bowed his head in token of + assent, and then burst into tears. The mother was a Christian, and + putting her arm around the neck of Willy, and with the other hand + clasping her daughter, she calmly said to them, "Weep not, dear + children, you will find friends; God is the father of the fatherless. + Keep in mind that his eye is upon you; be honest and virtuous, + faithful and believing, and all things will work together for your + good." +</p> +<p> + The dying mother could say no more; her breath grew short, and + stretching out her arms, she cried, "My dear children, I must leave + you: let me kiss you—God bless and keep——" +</p> +<p> + Her arms fell from around them, the words died away on her lips, and + her weary soul departed. +</p> +<p> + After the funeral of this mother, the moon shone brightly into the + desolate chamber, and revealed a beautiful scene, that of a sister's + love. +</p> +<p> + Anna sat near the window, and little Willy lay his weary head in her + lap. They were now without father or mother. Sleep had stolen upon the + weary eyes of Willy. Anna smoothed back the dark hair, which hung over + his brow, then carefully raised his slender frame in her arms and laid + him upon his bed. Then seating herself beside him she thought of her + mother's last request to take care of Willy. +</p> +<p> + "Yes," she exclaimed, "I must begin to-morrow. I will go out and try + to get some work, for poor Willy must remain at school. Dear boy," she + exclaimed, "I will never see him suffer." You will, in the next story, + find +</p> +<a name="CH35"></a> +<h3> + ANNA SEEKING EMPLOYMENT. +</h3> +<p> + It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from square to + square, calling at the houses for employment. Some received her + kindly, and patronised her themselves, and promised to interest their + friends in her behalf, while others, alleging that she could not earn + as much as a woman, endeavored to beat her down a few shillings in her + price. But among all, Anna found means of subsistence for many months. + But soon her constitution began to grow weak, and her friends thought + it best for Willy to give up his school awhile, and to obtain some + place as errand boy, and for Anna to pursue a more active life. +</p> +<p> + Soon Anna found herself in a new home, doing the work of a family + which devolved on her. She kept a diary, and she would often go away + in her own little room and scribble a few lines in her book. Here is + an extract from her writings:—— +</p> +<p> + "To-day I am very tired and yet but very little has been accomplished. + I know I could do well enough if I was allowed to regulate my work, or + if there was only order in the arrangement. There is certainly a great + want of system in this family; I am never allowed to finish one piece + of work before I am called off to another, and then blamed because I + did not do the first in time. +</p> +<p> + "One wants me to put the dough in the pants, and before I get my + hands clean, another calls me to go and get some wood; another tells + me to go to the store for some thread; another cries out, Anna! Anna! + and away I am sent to the third story after a book. Do they think a + girl like me is never tired? Ah, me! I must seek another place. I love + little children, and I think I should do for a child's nurse; I will + advertise." +</p> +<p> + And she did advertise, and it was not long before she was answered by + a request to call at Number 4, Elm street, at three o'clock on + Wednesday. In the next story we shall find +</p> +<a name="CH36"></a> +<h3> + ANNA WITH A PLEASANT HOME. +</h3> +<p> + Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found herself at the + door of Mrs. West. The servant girl came to the door, and Anna + followed her into the sitting-room, where every thing was nicely + arranged. Soon a gentle looking lady came into the room, with a babe + in her arms, and asking her, in a pleasant voice, "if she was the girl + who advertised? You look hardly strong enough to handle such a boy as + this," said she, as she placed on her lap a plump, black-eyed little + fellow of eight months old. "Let me see if you can lift him easily." +</p> +<p> + Anna gave the little fellow a hug and a kiss, and then playfully + tossed him up a few times, but he was so heavy that she soon placed + him on her knee, saying, "I am not used to holding children, but think + I shall soon get accustomed to it." The lady agreed to have Anna come + and enter upon her duties the next week. +</p> +<p> + Weeks rolled away, and Anna's face looked joyous, for peace was in her + heart. She loved her mistress because she was so thoughtful and would + not even let her carry the babe half so much as she wished, but would + tell her to amuse him on the floor. Mrs. West would often bring her + work and sit with Anna in the nursery, and talk with her about her + mother and Willy. Oh, how Anna loved Mrs. West! +</p> +<p> + Willy was now learning a trade with an honest carpenter, who gave him + permission to visit his sister once a week, and many happy hours did + they pass together in the nursery with the little pet Charley. +</p> +<p> + As the summer months came on, Mrs. West prepared to visit her mother, + who lived a few miles in the country. Anna went with her. Charley was + now old enough to go into the woods and run about, while Anna gathered + flowers, chased butterflies, and amused him with infant stories. + Little Charley would often fall asleep to the sweet tones of Anna's + voice, and then she would take him up and bear him to the house. +</p> +<p> + Three years passed away, and Charley needed no other nurse than his + mother, and Anna's heart ached at the thought of leaving Mrs. West and + little Charley. She had been so happy there that she dreaded to go out + among strangers to look for a new place. +</p> +<p> + Mrs. West made arrangements for Anna to live with her parents, who in + a short time made her their adopted child. It was a beautiful country + home, and she became as a dear child to Mr. and Mrs. Warren. +</p> +<a name="CH37"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE GLOW WORM. +</h3> +<p> + On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as three + little brothers lay talking together they heard a gentle footstep on + the stairs. It was their sister Lucy. "Are you asleep," she asked. +</p> +<p> + "No, we are not asleep," cried the boys. +</p> +<p> + "I have brought something to show you" said Lucy, and going into the + darkest corner of the room, she opened her hand and the boys saw + something sparkle like a diamond or a star. +</p> +<p> + "What is it," cried little Frank, jumping out of bed and running to + look. Lucy held out her hand, but told him not to touch it. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, it moves! It moves!" said he "It must be something alive." +</p> +<p> + "Ah!" said John, "it is a glow worm. I saw one last summer on a bank + in Sand Lee." +</p> +<p> + "Take care," said Frank, "that it does not burn the counterpane." The + two elder brothers laughed; but Lucy reminded them that they would + most likely have fallen into the same mistake, if they had not been + taught that the glow worm's light, though it shines so brightly, does + not burn. To convince Frank she told him to hold out his hand. The + little boy felt afraid, but as he knew that Lucy never deceived him, + he put out his hand, and soon, to his great delight, the harmless + glow worm lay in his hand. Lucy promised to tell him something about + the glow worm another time. Frank went back to his bed, and Lucy bid + her brothers good night, promising to put the prize under a glass on + the lawn. +</p> +<p> + So night after night, for weeks, the three boys saw the twinkling + light of the glow worm on the dewy grass. One evening they began to + quarrel about it, and none but little Frank was willing to give up his + claim to it. It grieved him to hear his brothers quarrelling and + saying unkind words to each other; and he also thought that the poor + glow worm ought not to be kept a prisoner under the glass, instead of + flying over the green turf or mossy bank. But when he tried to bring + John and Robert to the same opinion, they would not hear to him. So + Lucy, who was a kind sister, when she found that the pleasure she had + procured for them was the occasion of their naughty conduct, sat down + by the window and told them to remember that God, who made the glow + worm and caused its light to shine, could see them in their chamber, + and hear every sinful word. John and Robert felt the force of their + sister's words, and settled their quarrel without delay, and they gave + Frank permission to go early in the morning and let the imprisoned + glow worm creep away. +</p> +<a name="CH38"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + EMILY'S MORNING RAMBLE. +</h3> +<p> + In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful residence of Mr. + James. It was a rural spot, as it was surrounded with all the beauties + of nature. There were rippling streams, and winding paths through the + green fields and woods, sunny hills and mossy rocks. Emily, the only + daughter of Mr. J., had all these pleasant scenes to enjoy, and every + thing to make her home happy. Her father owned a noble pair of grays + and a very fine carriage, and she had the pleasure of riding with her + father whenever she chose. But Emily did not live altogether for her + own happiness; she was accustomed to go and see the people in the + neighborhood of her home, and if any were poor or sick she would + always try to benefit them. +</p> +<p> + Her mother had to put up many a bundle of nice things for her to take + to some poor family in need. She was also fond of the works of nature, + and would frequently spend an hour in walking alone in the shady rural + places in her town. One day, as the beautiful spring had just unfolded + its loveliness, Emily thought she would walk out and breathe the + delicious air. With a heart laden with good thoughts and with a quick + step she passed along the gravelled street and by the cultivated + grounds and fine houses, until she reached the green turf and wooded + slopes, and here paused awhile under the large old trees, and thought + of the wisdom, goodness, and love of God in giving us such a beautiful + earth. +</p> +<p> + On her route, where the river curved around the foot of a gentle + sloping hill in the shadows of old forest trees, was made a rural + cemetery; so pleasant were its quiet paths and its cool shades in + summer, that the living loved to wander there. Friends came there to + plant flowers upon the graves of dear ones they had lost. +</p> +<p> + Through a low ivy covered gateway of stone, Emily entered the quiet + place. There were no massive railings, and lofty monuments, and no + costly devices, but God had made this place very beautiful—flowers + were blooming along the well trodden paths, and around the last + resting places of the dead. Here and there arose a simple shaft or a + light column, and the graves of the household were bordered by a green + hedge or surrounded by shadowing trees. +</p> +<p> + As Emily passed through the familiar walks, she came suddenly to a + grave in the remote corner of the cemetery, beside which sat a + solitary mourner. A small white slab lay upon the centre of the green + mound and at its head grew a rose bush in bloom, bending, till its + weight of white buds and blossoms touched the long bright grass upon + the grave. Emily attracted by its simply beauty, and drawing near, she + stooped down and read upon the marble slab, "Dear Mina." Her young + eyes filled instantly with tears, for she knew that it was the darling + child of a lady who to her was a stranger. As she turned away from the + spot she met a lady approaching, who passed her and kneeled down + beside the grave. She thought she would speak to the lady, and with + tender sympathy she asked, "Was it your child?" +</p> +<p> + The lady, who was deep in thought, looked up at the sound of Emily's + earnest voice, and answered, softly, "yes; 'Dear Mina' was my only + child." This interview led Emily to an acquaintance with the sorrowing + mother, which caused her never to forget her morning ramble. She was a + good woman, and at the decease of Emily's mother became her Christian + companion and instructor. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + I doubt whether he will find the way to heaven who desires to go + there alone: all heavenly hearts are charitable: enlightened souls + cannot but diffuse their rays. I will, if I can, do something for + others and for heaven, not to merit by it, but to express my + gratitude. Though I cannot do what I would, I will labor to do what I + can.—<i>Feltham</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH39"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + FLYING THE KITE. +</h3> +<p> + Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when we see the + kites flying high in the air, we are always reminded of a kite whose + history we heard when a little child, and which we give our readers. + Shortly after the close of the Revolutionary war, there was a little + boy whose parents had left their home and friends in England, on + account of their sympathy with the struggle of freedom for their + rights in America. Their first home was in Norfolk, Va. +</p> +<p> + This little boy was very much delighted with the American eagle, and + he determined to make a kite as much like his favorite bird as he + could. He had a friend who was a painter and gilder, and a person of + great ingenuity. Together they contrived a beautiful kite + representing an eagle of gigantic size. It was painted and gilded in + the most beautiful manner, and a small but very brilliant lantern was + attached to it just below the breast. +</p> +<p> + They kept their secret very carefully, never suffering any one to + enter the room while it was making. +</p> +<p> + On a dark, cloudy, windy night, the kite was flown. Its mechanism was + so perfect that it sailed very beautifully. The lantern illuminated + every part, and it made a very brilliant appearance. Crowds of people + thronged the streets, wondering what the strange visitor was. Some + were alarmed, and thought it was an omen of fearful events. +</p> +<p> + Great was their admiration when they discovered that the wonderful + bird was the ingenious contrivance of a little boy; and they could + scarcely be convinced that what looked so much like a real bird was + only an ingenious combination of sticks and painted paper. +</p> +<a name="CH40"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE HAPPY FAMILY. +</h3> +<p> + There are a great many novel sights in the streets of London, for the + cheap entertainment of the people. The family circle of different + animals and birds is an admirable illustration of the peace which + should pervade among families. The proprietor of this little menagerie + calls it, "The Happy Family." The house in which they are kept is a + simple constructed cage. It is a large square hen-coop, placed on a + low hand-cart which a man draws about from one street to another, and + gets a few pennys a day from those who stop to look at the domestic + happiness of his family. Perhaps the first thing you will see, is a + large cat, washing her face, with a number of large rats nestling + around her, like kittens, whilst others are climbing up her back and + playing with her whiskers. In another corner of the room a dove and a + hawk are sitting on the head of a dog which is resting across the neck + of a rabbit. The floor is covered with the oddest social circles + imaginable—weazles and Guinea pigs, and peeping chickens, are putting + their noses together, caressingly. The perches above are covered with + birds whose natural antipathies have been subdued into mutual + affection by the law of kindness. The grave owl is sitting upright, + and meditating in the sun, with a keen-sighted sparrow perched between + his ears trying to open the eyes of the sleepy owl with its sharp + bill. +</p> +<p> + Children stop to look at this scene, and Mr. Burritt thinks they may + carry away lessons which will do them good. They will think on it on + their way to school, and at home too, when any thing crosses their + will in family or on the play ground. +</p> +<a name="CH41"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + STORY ABOUT AN INDIAN. +</h3> +<p> + A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's house and + ask relief for himself and not be able to obtain admittance; but if he + brought in his hand a paper written by the son of the master of the + house, whom he had met with in a distant land, and in his name asked + for the relief, his request would be granted for the sake of the + master's son. +</p> +<p> + Now we all need friends and every one tries to get and keep a few + friends. Children will love a little dog, or a lamb, or a dove, or a + bird. The little boy will talk to his top, and the little girl will + talk to her doll, which shows that they want a friend; and if the top + and doll could talk and love them, they would feel happier. +</p> +<p> + Some years ago there was an Indian in the State of Maine, who for his + very good conduct had a large farm given him by the State. He built + his little house on his land, and there lived. The white people about + did not treat him so kindly as they ought. His only child was taken + sick and died, and none of the whites went to comfort him, or to + assist him in burying his little child. Soon after, he went to the + white people, and said to them—"When white man's child die, Indian + may be sorry—he help bury him—when my child die, no one speak to + me—I make his grave alone. I can no live here, for I have no friend + to love me." +</p> +<p> + The poor Indian gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and + carried it with him 200 miles through the forest, to join the Canada + Indians. +</p> +<p> + The Indian loved his child, and he wanted friends. So you children + will need a friend to look to every day. When we are sick, in + distress, or about to die, we want a friend in whom we may trust and + be happy. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Wherefore did God create passions within us, pleasures round about + us, but that these, rightly tempered, are the very ingredients of + virtue.—<i>Milton</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH42"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + GATHER THE FLOWERS. +</h3> +<p> + Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Buttercups, + violets, and many other blossoms were in abundance. One of the girls + was pleased with every thing, and began to pick such flowers as came + in her way. In a short time she collected a great quantity of flowers, + and though some of them were not very handsome, yet they made a very + beautiful bunch. The other child was more dainty and determined to get + her none but those which were very beautiful. The buttercups were all + of one color and did not strike her fancy—the blue violets were too + common, and so the little pair wandered on through the fields till + they were about to return home. By this time the dainty child, seeing + that her sister had a fine collection of flowers while she had none, + began to think it best to pick such as she could get. But now the + flowers were scarce; not even a dandelion nor a flower was to be + found. The little girl at length begged of her sister a single + dandelion, and thus they returned home. The children told their story, + and their mother addressed them thus "My dear children, let this event + teach you a lesson. Jane has acted the wisest part. Content with such + flowers as came in her way, and not aiming at what was beyond her + reach, she has been successful in her pursuit. But Laura wanted + something more beautiful than could be found, collected nothing from + the field, and was finally obliged to beg a simple flower from her + sister. So it is, children, in passing through life—gather what is + good and pleasant along your path, and you will, day by day, collect + enough to make you contented and happy. But if you scorn those + blessings which are common, and reach after those which are more rare + and difficult to be obtained, you will meet with frequent + difficulties, and at last be dependant on others. So gather the + flowers as you go along the pathway of life." +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Think not all is well within when all is well without; or that thy + being pleased is a sign that God is pleased: but suspect every thing + that is prosperous, unless it promotes piety, and charity, and + humility.—<i>Taylor</i>. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + God hath given to man a short time here upon earth, and yet upon this + short time eternity depends.—<i>Taylor</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH43"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + JANE AND HER LESSONS. +</h3> +<p> + It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. Such were + the habits of little Jane Sumner. She was the youngest of three + sisters and from her first being able to read, she was very fond of + reading; and at school her teacher became much interested in little + Jane on account of her interest in study, and the promptness she + manifested in reciting her lessons. Jane had a quiet little home and + was allowed considerable time for study, although she hid to devote + some time in assisting her mother about house. +</p> +<p> + There was a very fine garden attached to Mrs. Sumner's residence, + where she took much pleasure in cultivating the flowers. In the centre + of the garden was built a summer house all covered over with grape + vine. The broad leaves of the vine made a refreshing shade to it, and + thereby shielded the warm sun from persons under it. This little + summer house Jane frequently occupied for her study. In the picture + you see her with book in hand getting her lesson. She arose very early + in the morning, and by this means gained much time. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + Up in the morning early,<br /> + By daylights earliest ray,<br /> + With our books prepared to study<br /> + The lessons of the day. +</p> +<p> + Little Jane, for her industry and good scholarship, obtained quite a + number of "rewards of merit," which her school mates said she justly + deserved. There is one of them with these lines: +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + For conduct good and lessons learned,<br /> + Your teacher can commend;<br /> + Good scholarship has richly earned<br /> + This tribute from your friend. +</p> +<p> + On one day, she came running home very much pleased with her card, + which her teacher gave herself and her little sister Emma, for their + good conduct and attention to their studies. The card contained these + lines: +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + See, Father! mother, see!<br /> + To my sister and me,<br /> + Has our teacher given a card,<br /> + To show that we have studied hard.<br /> + To you we think it must be pleasant,<br /> + To see us both with such a present. +</p> +<p> + Every good boy and girl will be rewarded, and all such as are + studious, and respectful to their teachers, will always get a reward. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + God never allowed any man to do nothing. How miserable is the + condition of those men who spend their time as if it were <i>given</i> + them, and not lent.—<i>Bishop Hall</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH44"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + HARVEST SONG. +</h3> +<p class="ind4"> + Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand,<br /> + Banish every fear, plenty fills the land.<br /> + Joyful raise songs of praise,<br /> + Goodness, goodness, crowns our days.<br /> + Yet again swell the strain,<br /> + He who feeds the birds that fly,<br /> + Will our daily wants supply. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + CHORUS—— +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + As the manna lay, on the desert ground,<br /> + So from day to day, mercies flow around.<br /> + As a father's love gives his children bread,<br /> + So our God above grants, and we are fed.<br /> +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Think in the morning what thou hast to do this day, and at night what + thou hast done; and do nothing upon which thou mayst not boldly ask + God's blessing; nor nothing for which thou shalt need to ask his + pardon.—<i>Anon</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH45"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + TELLING SECRETS. +</h3> +<p> + There is a company of girls met together, and what can they be talking + about. Hark! "Now I will tell you something, if you'll promise never + to tell," says Jane. "I will, certainly," replied Anne. "And will you + promise <i>never</i> to tell a single living creature as long as you live?" + The same reply is given, "<i>I will never tell</i>." +</p> +<p> + Now Jane tells the secret, and what is it? It turns out to be just + nothing at all, and there is no good reason why every body should'nt + know it. It is this—"Lizzy Smith is going to have a new bonnet, + trimmed with pink ribbon and flowers inside." Anna thinks no more of + her solemn promise, and the first school-mate she meets, she opens the + secret, with a solemn injunction for her not to tell. By and by the + secret is all out among the girls—the promises are all broken. Now, + children, remember your word—keep it true, and never make a promise + which you do not intend to keep, and always avoid telling foolish + secrets. +</p> +<a name="CH46"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + AGNES AND THE MOUSE. +</h3> +<p> + One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking towards a + neighboring village, when they observed a little creature walking + about the road. "Surely," said Mary, "it is a large mouse;" and it did + not seem to be afraid, so they thought from its tameness, it must be + hungry. "Poor little thing," said Agnes, "I wish I had something to + give you." She took a few almonds from her pocket and went gently + along towards the mouse and put it close by its side. The mouse began + to nibble, and soon finished it. Agnes then put down two or three + more, and left the mouse to eat its Christmas dinner. I think you + would have enjoyed seeing the mouse eating the almonds. I hope you + will always be kind to poor dumb animals. I have seen children who + were cruel to dumb animals. This is very wrong, and such children will + never be respected, nor can thy expect to be befriended. +</p> +<a name="CH47"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE TWO ROBINS. +</h3> +<p> + A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a fruit + tree, where the works of nature looked very beautiful. Very soon I + heard a strange noise among the highest branches of the tree over my + head. The sound was very curious, and I began to look for the cause. I + shook one of the lower branches within my reach, and very soon I + discovered two birds engaged in fighting; and they seemed to gradually + descend towards the ground. They came down lower and lower, tumbling + over one another, and fighting with each other. They soon reached the + lowest branch, and at last came to the ground very near me. It was + with some difficulty that I parted them; and when I held one of them + in each of my hands, they tried to get away, not because they were + afraid of me but because they would resume the conflict. They were two + young robins, and I never before thought that the robin had such a bad + spirit in its breast. Lest they should get to fighting again, I let + one go, and kept the other housed up for several days, so that they + would not have much chance of coming together again. +</p> +<p> + Now, children, these two little robins woke in the morning very + cheerful, and appeared very happy as they sat on the branch of the + tree, singing their morning songs. But how soon they changed their + notes. You would have been sorry to have seen the birds trying to hurt + each other. +</p> +<p> + If children quarrel, or in any degree show an unkind temper, they + appear very unlovely and, forget that God, who made them, and gives + them many blessings, disapproves of their conduct. Never quarrel, but + remember how pleasant it is for children to love each other, and to + try to do each other good. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Every hour is worth at least a good thought, a good wish, a good + endeavor.—<i>Clarendon</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH48"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE PLEASANT SAIL. +</h3> +<p> + Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where Mr. Aimes + has resided for many years. Once a year he had all his little nephews + and nieces visit him. It was their holiday, and they would think and + talk about the visit for a long time previous to going there. Their + uncle took much pleasure in making them happy as possible while they + were with him. He owned a pleasure sail boat which he always kept in + good order. On this occasion he had it all clean and prepared for the + young friends, as he knew they lotted much on having a sail. As his + boat was small, he took part of them at a time and went out with them + himself, a short distance, and sailed around the island, and returned. + In the picture you see them just going out, with their uncle at the + helm, while three of the nephews are on the beach enjoying the scene. +</p> +<p> + But I must tell you children to be very careful when you go on the + water to sail. There are some things which it is necessary for you to + know, as a great many accidents occur on the water for the want of + right management. When you go to sail, be sure and have persons with + you who understand all about a boat, and how to manage in the time of + a squall. Always keep your seats in the boat, and not be running about + in it. Never get to rocking a boat in the water. A great many people + have lost their lives by so doing. Sailing on the water may be very + pleasant and agreeable to you if you go with those who understand + all about the harbor, and are skilled in guiding the boat on the + dangerous sea. +</p> +<a name="image-6"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0106.jpg" width="274" height="197" + alt="The pleasant sail." > +</p> +<a name="CH49"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE SAILOR BOY. +</h3> +<p> + Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county of + Norfolk. Fishermen reside in the towns and villages around, and among + the number was a poor man and his wife; they had an only son, and when + ten years old his father died. The poor widow, in the death of her + husband, lost the means of support. After some time she said to her + boy, "Johnny, I do not see how I shall support you." "Then, mother, I + will go to sea," he replied. His mother was loth to part with Johnny, + for he was a good son and was very kind to her. But she at last + consented on his going to sea. +</p> +<p> + John began to make preparations. One day he went down to the beach + hoping to find a chance among some of the captains to sail. He went to + the owner of one and asked if he wanted a boy. "No," he abruptly + replied "I have boys enough." He tried a second but without success. + John now began to weep. After some time he saw on the quay the captain + of a trading vessel to St. Petersburg, and John asked him if "a boy + was wanted." "Oh, yes," said the captain, "but I never take a boy or a + man without a character." John had a Testament among his things, which + he took out and said to the captain, "I suppose this won't do." The + captain took it, and on opening the first page, saw written, "<i>John + Read, given as a reward for his good behaviour and diligence in + learning, at the Sabbath School</i>." The captain said, "Yes, my boy, + this will do; I would rather have this recommendation than any other," + adding, "you may go on board directly." John's heart leaped for joy, + as, with his bundle under his arm, he jumped on board the vessel. +</p> +<p> + The vessel was soon under weigh, and for some time the sky was bright, + and the wind was fair. When they reached the Baltic Sea a storm came + on, the wind raged furiously, all hands were employed to save the + vessel. But the storm increased, and the captain thought all would be + lost. While things were in this state the little sailor boy was + missing. One of the crew told the captain he was down in the cabin. + When sent for he came up with his Testament in his hand and asked the + captain if he might read. His request was granted. He then knelt down + and rend the sixtieth and sixty-first Psalms. While he was reading the + wind began to abate, (the storms in the Baltic abate as suddenly as + they come on.) The captain was much moved, and said he believed the + boy's reading was heard in Heaven. +</p> +<a name="CH50"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE BRACELET;<br /> + OR, HONESTY REWARDED. +</h3> +<p> + At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal family is + observed as a time of great festivity, by all kinds of diversions. + When the vessel in which John Read shipped arrived, he was allowed to + go on shore to see the sport on that occasion. In one of the sleighs + was a lady, who at the moment of passing him lost a bracelet from her + arm, which fell on the snow. John hastened forward to pick it up, at + the same time calling after the lady, who was beyond the sound of his + voice. He then put the bracelet into his pocket, and when he had seen + enough of the sport, went back to the ship. +</p> +<p> + John told the captain all about it, showing him the prize which he had + found. +</p> +<p> + "Well, Jack," said the captain "you are fortunate enough—these are + all diamonds of great value—when we get to the next port I will sell + it for you." "But," said John, "It's not mine, it belongs to the lady, + and I cannot sell it." The captain replied, "O, you cannot find the + lady, and you picked it up. It is your own." But John persisted it was + not his. "Nonsense, my boy," said the captain, "it belongs to you." + John then replied "But if we have another storm in the Baltic," (see + story preceding.) "Ah, me," said the Captain, "I forgot all about + that, Jack. I will go on shore with you to-morrow and try to find the + owner." They did so; and after much trouble, found it belonged to a + nobleman's lady, and as a reward for the boy's honesty, she gave him + eighty pounds English money. John's next difficulty was what to do + with it. The captain advised him to lay it out in hides, which would + be valuable in England. He did so, and on arriving at Hull, they + brought one hundred and fifty pounds. +</p> +<p> + John had not forgotten his mother. The captain gave him leave of + absence for a time, and taking a portion of his money with him, he + started for his native village. When he arrived there, he made his way + to her house with a beating heart. Each object told him it was home, + and brought bygone days to his mind. On coming to the house he saw it + was closed. He thought she might be dead; and as he slowly opened the + gate and walked up the path and looked about, his heart was ready to + break. A neighbor seeing him, said, "Ah, John, is that you?" and + quickly told him that his mother still lived—but as she had no means + of support, she had gone to the poor-house. John went to the place, + found his mother, and soon made her comfortable in her own cottage. + The sailor boy afterwards became mate of the same vessel in which he + first left the quay at Yarmouth. +</p> +<a name="CH51"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + NO PAY—NO WORK. +</h3> +<p> + "Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with this + load?" said an old man, who was drawing a hand-cart with a bag of corn + for the mill. +</p> +<p> + "I can't," said the boy, "I am in a hurry to be at school." +</p> +<p> + As the old man sat on the stone, resting himself he thought of his + youthful days, and of his friends now in the grave; the tears began to + fall, when John Wilson came along, and said,—"shall I help you up the + hill with your load sir?" The old man brushed his eyes with his coat + sleeve, and replied, "I should be glad to have you." He arose and took + the tongue of his cart, while John pushed behind. When they ascended + the top of the hill, the old man thanked the lad for his kindness. In + consequence of this John was ten minutes too late at school. It was + unusual for him to be late, as he was known to be punctual and prompt; + but as he said nothing to the teacher about the cause of his being + late, he was marked for not being in season. +</p> +<p> + After school, Hanson, the first boy, said to John, "I suppose you + stopped to help old Stevenson up the hill with his corn." +</p> +<p> + "Yes," replied John, "the old man was tired and I thought I would give + him a lift." +</p> +<p> + "Well, did you get your pay for it?" said Hanson, "for I don't work + for nothing." +</p> +<p> + "Nor do I," said John; "I didn't help him, expecting pay." +</p> +<p> + "Well, why did you do it? You knew you would be late to school." +</p> +<p> + "Because I thought I <i>ought</i> to help the poor old man," said John. +</p> +<p> + "Well," replied Hanson "if you will work for nothing, you may. <i>No + pay, no work</i>, is my motto." +</p> +<p> + "To <i>be kind and obliging</i>, is mine," said John. +</p> +<p> + Here, children, is a good example. John did not perform this act of + kindness for nothing. He had the approbation of a good conscience—the + pleasure of doing good to the old man—and the respect and gratitude + of his friends. Even the small act of benevolence is like giving a cup + of cold water to the needy, which will not pass unnoticed. Does any + body work for nothing when he does good? Think of this, and do + likewise. +</p> +<a name="CH52"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE TREE THAT NEVER FADES. +</h3> +<p> + "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden. Our pretty + tree is dying, and I won't love another tree as long as I live. I will + have a bird next summer, and that will stay all winter." +</p> +<p> + George, don't you remember my beautiful canary bird? It died in the + middle of the summer, and we planted bright flowers in the ground + where we buried it. My bird did not live as long as the tree." +</p> +<p> + "Well, I don't see as we can love anything. Dear little brother died + before the bird, and I loved him better than any bird, or tree, or + flower. Oh! I wish we could have something to love that wouldn't die." +</p> +<p> + The day passed. During the school hours, George and Mary had almost + forgot that their tree was dying; but at evening, as they drew their + chairs to the table where their mother was sitting, and began to + arrange the seeds they had been gathering, the remembrance of the tree + came upon them. +</p> +<p> + "Mother," said Mary, "you may give these seeds to cousin John; I never + want another garden." +</p> +<p> + "Yes," added George, pushing the papers in which he had carefully + folded them towards his mother, "you may give them all away. If I + could find some seeds of a tree that would never fade, I should like + then to have a garden. I wonder, mother, if there ever was such a + garden?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes, George, I have read of a garden where the trees never die." +</p> +<p> + "A <i>real</i> garden, mother?" +</p> +<p> + "Yes, my son. In the middle of the garden, I have been told, there + runs a pure river of water, clear as chrystal, and on each side of the + river is the <i>tree of life</i>,—a tree that never fades. That garden is + <i>heaven</i>. There you may love and love for ever. There will be no + death—no fading there. Let your treasure be in the tree of life, and + you will have something to which your young hearts can cling, without + fear, and without disappointment. Love the Saviour here, and he will + prepare you to dwell in those green pastures, and beside those still + waters." +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Every neglected opportunity draws after it an irreparable loss, which + will go into eternity with you.—-<i>Doddridge</i>. +</p> +<a name="CH53"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + YOUNG USHER. +</h3> +<p> + You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Archbishop of + Armagh. I will tell you something about his early childhood. He was + born in Dublin, in the year 1580, and when a little boy he was fond of + reading. He lived with his two aunts who were born blind, and who + acquired much knowledge of the Scriptures by hearing others read the + Scriptures and other good books. At seven years of age he was sent to + school in Dublin; at the end of five years he was superior in study to + any of his school fellows, and was thought fully qualified to enter + the college at Dublin. +</p> +<p> + While he was at college he learned to play at cards, and he was so + much taken up with this amusement that both his learning and piety + were much endangered. He saw the evil tendency of playing cards, and + at once relinquished the practice entirely. When he was nine years + old, he heard a sermon preached which made a deep impression on his + mind. From that time he was accustomed to habits of devotion. He loved + to pray, and felt that he could not sleep quietly without first + commending himself to the care of his Heavenly father for protection. + When he was fourteen years old, he began to think about partaking of + the Lord's supper. He thought this act to be a very solemn and + important one, and required a thorough preparation. On the afternoon + previous to the communion, he would retire to some private place for + self examination and prayer. When he was but sixteen years of age, he + obtained such a knowledge of chronology as to have commenced the + annals of the Old and New Testaments, which were published many years + after, and are now a general standard of reference. +</p> +<p> + When his father died, he being the eldest son, the paternal estate was + left to him to manage. But as he feared it would occupy to much of his + time and attention, he gave it entirely to his brother and sisters, + reserving only enough for his books and college expenses. At the age + of twenty he entered the ministry, and seven years after was chosen a + professor in the University of Dublin. In 1640, he visited England at + the time of the commencement of the rebellion; all his goods were + seized by the popish party, except some furniture in his house, and + his library at Drogheda, which was afterwards sent to London. He bore + his loss with submission, but he never returned to Ireland. He had + many trials to endure on account of the troublous times in England, + (it being the time of civil wars.) In 1646 he received a kind + invitation from the Countess of Peterborough to reside in one of her + houses, which proposal he accepted and lived in one of them till his + death, in 1665. By the direction of Cromwell he was buried in + Westminster Abbey. +</p> +<a name="CH54"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + A GOOD ACT FOR ANOTHER. +</h3> +<p> + A man was going from Norwich to New London with a loaded team; on + attempting to ascend a hill where an Indian lived he found his team + could not draw the load. He went for the Indian to assist him. After + he had got up the hill he asked the Indian what was to pay. The Indian + told him to do as much for some body else. +</p> +<p> + Some time afterward the Indian wanted a canoe. He went up Shetucket + river, found a tree, and made him one. When he had finished it he + could not get it to the river; accordingly he went to a man and + offered to pay him if he would go and draw it to the river for him. + The man set about it immediately, and after getting it to the river, + the Indian offered to pay him. "No," said the man; "don't you + recollect, so long ago, helping a man with a team up the hill by the + side of your house?" "Yes." "Well, I am the man; take your canoe and + go home." +</p> +<a name="CH55"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + A BOY REPROVED BY A BIRD. +</h3> +<p> + The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of houses and + barns. A young lad saw one of the sparrows conveying materials for her + nest, which she was building under the eaves of a cottage adjoining + his father's house. He was told not to disturb it. But birds eggs form + a temptation to many boys. At a favorable opportunity the lad climbed + up to the roof of the cottage and carried away the nest with the eggs + in it. Among the materials of which the nest was composed was a piece + of paper with some printed verses on it. The boy pulled it out and + found it to be a page of one of Dr. Watts' hymns, which had been + picked up in the yard by the poor bird for strengthening her nest. + The boy unfolded the paper and read:—— +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + "Why should I deprive my neighbor<br /> + Of his goods against his will?<br /> + Hands were made for honest labor,<br /> + Not to plunder nor to steal." +</p> +<p> + The lad says, in his after years, "I never forgot the lesson presented + to me by that leaf of paper which had been fixed to the nest of the + poor sparrow." Let young people remember that when they do wrong they + will get reproved, and it may be by the means of a bird. +</p> +<a name="CH56"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE ECHO. +</h3> +<p> + Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playing by + himself in the field, he cried out, "Ho, hop!" and immediately a voice + from the woods near by answered, "ho, hop!" Being surprised at this, + he called out, "who be you?" The voice answered, "who be you." Charles + thought this very strange, and cried out "you're a stupid fellow," + and "stupid fellow," was the reply from the woods. +</p> +<p> + Charles began to be much displeased, and called several abusive names, + and every name he called, came back to him. "I never met with such + insolence," said he, "but I'll revenge myself;" and he ran up and down + among the trees, trying to find the supposed offender, but he could + see no one. Vexed and disappointed, he hastened home and told his + mother that a bad boy had hidden in the woods and called him all sorts + of names. +</p> +<p> + His mother smiled and shook her head. "Now you have been angry at + yourself, Charles, for you must know that you heard nothing but your + own words repeated. As you have seen your own face reflected in the + water, so you have now heard your own voice echoed." Had Charles spoke + kind words he would have heard kind words in return. It is often true + that the behavior we meet with from others, is but an echo of our own. + If we speak kind words we shall have kind words in return. +</p> +<a name="CH57"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + LIZZY AND HER DOG. +</h3> +<p> + I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good girl who + died when she was thirteen years old. She was an interesting young + girl, and possessed great intellectual powers. She was also very fond + of the works of nature, especially of flowers, and would often say, + "How good God is to make these beautiful flowers for us to enjoy." + Soon it was very evident to her friends that disease was preying on + her delicate constitution. She bore all her sickness with calm + submission, and when she died she appeared to all who knew her to be + prepared for heaven. While she was sick, her parents did every thing + to make her comfortable and happy. They had a dog which Lizzy set a + great deal by, and with him she used to play in the house and in the + garden. When Lizzy was so sick that she could not play with him, he + would come and lay himself down at her bed side, and appeared to be + very sad on her account. When she died [and] was buried, the dog + followed with the parents in the funeral, to the grave-yard where + Lizzy was laid away. One day, about five months afterwards, I went + with her father to see the grave of Lizzy. +</p> +<p> + As we went into the grave-yard, we walked slowly along, reading the + names of persons buried there, while the dog followed us. We soon + missed the dog, supposing he had wandered into some other part of the + cemetery. But when we came within a few yards of Lizzy's grave we saw + him sitting at its head, leaning against the stone which was erected + in memory of the lovely daughter. It was a very affecting scene—the + attachment of the dog, as well as the power of his memory. Dogs are + faithful creatures, and we can never bear to see them abused. Be kind + to them and they will be kind to you. +</p> +<a name="CH58"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + JULIA'S SUNSET WALK. +</h3> +<p> + It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, when Julia + Eastworth went to visit the resting place of a dear grandmother. While + she was in the grave-yard, meditating on the loss of one of her best + earthly friends, she saw a lady dressed in mourning busily engaged in + doing something near a rose bush that grew at the foot of a little + mound, at a short distance from where she stood. Julia walked along + and came near where she was, and laid her hand gently upon the woman + and said, "Madam, is this your little mound?" +</p> +<p> + "Oh, no, my child; it is my dear Elise's grave." +</p> +<p> + "And is it long since you laid her here ma'am?" said Julia. +</p> +<p> + "Only a few weeks," was the reply; "there were buds on this rose bush + when I brought it here." +</p> +<p> + "And was it her's?" asked Julia, as she stooped down to inhale the + rich fragrance of the beautiful flower. +</p> +<p> + "Yes, my child, it was a dear treasure to her. My Elise was a good + child, she was my Idol, but my Heavenly Father has seen best to remove + her from me. I only cared to live that I might be useful to her in + giving her such instructions as might be a blessing to her. I almost + adored her, but she is gone from me, and I am alone. I know she is + happy, because she was good." +</p> +<p> + "And have you always lived here in our town?" asked Julia. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, no! I am from Italy. When my child was but two years old, I left + my native shores, and with my only relative, my father, followed my + young husband, who is an American, to his own land. We settled in the + State of Virginia, and a short time ago he died and left me with a + charge to take care of our dear Elsie. She had her father's hair and + complexion, and inherited his delicate constitution, We were poor, and + I labored hard, but I cared not, if I could only make my child + comfortable and happy. She was not like me; her mind was full of + thoughts of beauty; she would often talk of things with which I could + not sympathize; the world seemed to her to be full of voices, and she + would often say, 'How beautiful <i>heaven</i> must be.' Her nature was + purer and gentler than mine, and I felt that she was a fit companion + of the angels. But she is now gone to be with them, and I hope soon to + meet her." +</p> +<p> + Julia bid the lady good bye, and went towards her home. As she walked + slowly along, she thought to herself, "Elsie with the angels!" and she + dwelt upon the theme till her mother, seeing her rather different in + her conduct, asked her the cause, when she replied, "Oh, mother! I + want to dwell with the angels." +</p> +<a name="CH59"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + FLORA AND HER PORTRAIT. +</h3> +<p> + "And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," said Anne + Jones, to a lady whom she met at the grave where her child had been + lain a few weeks. +</p> +<p> + "Oh, yes! but I may never have it," replied the woman as she stood + weeping at the grave. +</p> +<p> + Anna did not understand the mother's tears, but in a few moments she + became calm, and continued to explain. +</p> +<p> + "Not many weeks before my child's illness, as we were walking together + in the city, an artist observed my daughter and followed us to our + humble home. He praised her countenance to me, and said her beauty was + rare. In all his life he had never seen face to compare with it, nor + an eye so full of soul, and begged to have me consent to his drawing + her portrait. After many urgent entreaties, my dear child consented. + For several mornings I went with Flora to the artist's room, though I + could ill afford the time, for our daily bread was to be earned. When + he was finishing the picture, Flora went alone. One day she returned, + and flinging into my lap her little green purse, she said: 'The + picture does not need me any more, and I am very glad, for my head + aches badly. They say the portrait is very like me, mother.' +</p> +<p> + "I resolved to go and see it the day following, but when the time came + that I first looked upon it, my dear child began to fade in my arms, + until she died. And here she is buried. Since then I go to the + artist's room to see her portrait, and there, full of life and beauty, + she stands before me, and I have permission to see it every day. +</p> +<p> + "But I am about to leave this country for our native land. My aged + father has long wished to return to his own country, and we shall soon + sail with our friends for Italy. I must leave the dear child here. But + if I can purchase the picture of the artist, I shall be happy. We are + poor; but by the sale of some little articles, we have raised money + enough to buy the picture, at the price which the artist demands for a + similar picture. +</p> +<p> + "When I went to buy it, you know not how I felt, when the artist, + notwithstanding all my pleadings, denied my request. His apology was, + that he had taken it for some purpose of his own; some great + exhibition of paintings; what, I could not fully comprehend. He would + not sell it. Day after day I have been to him, but in vain. And now + the time of our departure will soon come, and duty demands that I + must go with my father, and I must leave my dear Flora, and portrait + too." +</p> +<p> + She then laid her face upon the grave and wept. Anna's eyes were + filled with tears, and for some moments she did not speak. At last she + thought—"I know the artist." And then touching the mother, + who was almost insensible, she said, "Madam, it may be that I can do + something for you; describe to me the picture. I think I must have seen it at + this same artist's room." +</p> +<p> + The mother then gave the description, and after Anna had gathered from + the mother all needful information, her name, and residence, and time + of sailing, then giving her own address, and speaking to her words of + consolation and hope, she arose and left the stranger at the grave of + her child. The next story will tell you how the picture was obtained. +</p> +<a name="CH60"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE PORTRAIT OF FLORA PURCHASED. +</h3> +<p> + Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she slowly + ascended to her room, flung herself upon her couch, and buried her + face among its cushions. +</p> +<p> + "Edgar," (for that was the artist's name, and Anna knew him,) "Edgar + is cold hearted." She did not meet the family at tea that evening, but + when her mother came to inquire if she was ill, she related all the + sad story of the childless mother, and asked what could be done. The + next morning, Anna and her father went to see the artist. He was not + in attendance, but one to whom they were well known brought forward + the picture, at Anna's request, and which she had before seen. While + they were looking at it, the artist came in. +</p> +<p> + "Pardon me, sir," said Anna's father, "for examining your beautiful + picture during your absence, but my daughter has a very earnest desire + to possess it. Is it for sale?" +</p> +<p> + Edgar replied, "I have painted this picture for the coming artist's + exhibition, and, therefore, I have made no design as to its disposal, + but it would be an honor to me to have you and Miss Anna its + purchasers. I would wish, however, previously to its being given up, + that it might be exhibited, according to my intention, at the rooms, + which open on Monday next." +</p> +<p> + Mr. H. hesitated: the vessel, which was to carry away the sorrowing + mother, was to sail in a little more than two weeks: they must have + the picture at that time, if ever; and he said to the artist, "I am + aware that this is a beautiful painting, and I will pay you your + price, but I must be allowed to take it at the expiration often days, + if at all." +</p> +<p> + Edgar reflected a few moments, and being well aware that, in the + mansion of Mr. Hastings, his elegant picture would be seen by persons + of the most accomplished manners, and of excellent taste, concluded to + sell the picture. The bargain was made and Anna and her father + departed, leaving the artist somewhat elated at the thought of having + Mr. H. the owner of his picture. +</p> +<p> + That night Edgar dreamed that Flora, who had been buried a few weeks, + and of whose image his picture was the exact resemblance, stood before + him, pleading him to have pity on her lonely mother: he dreamed her + hand clasped his, and he awoke trembling. +</p> +<p> + He raised himself upon his elbow, and pressed to his lips some flowers + which were left on his table, and then rejoiced that the ocean would + soon be between him and the wearisome old woman who had so long + annoyed him about the picture. +</p> +<p> + The Monday morning came and with it the portrait of Flora, which had + been admired at the exhibition rooms the previous week. A simple frame + had been prepared for it, and for a few moments Anna gazed on the + picture, and with a love for the buried stranger, looked for the last + time into the deep dark eyes which beamed on the canvass. +</p> +<p> + The ship Viola, bound for the port of Naples, lay at the wharf, the + passengers were all hurrying on board, the flags were flying, and all + wore the joyous aspect of a vessel outward bound. A carriage drawn by + a pair of horses came down to the vessel. Mr. Hastings and Anna + alighted, and were followed by a servant, who took the safely cased + portrait in his arms, and accompanied them on board the ship. They + soon met the mother of Flora, and Anna took the picture and presented + it to her, and promised to care for the rose buds which bloomed at + Flora's grave. Mr. H. received from the gallant captain a promise to + take special charge of the Italian widow, and her aged father, and to + care for the valued picture of Flora. Thanks and farewells closed the + scene, when Anna, with her father, returned home. There she found a + note from Edgar, the artist, requesting permission to call on Anna + that evening. She wrote a reply, saying that a previous engagement + would forbid her complying with his request, at the same time + enclosing a check for $200, saying, "My father requests me to forward + this check to you in payment for the portrait of <i>Flora Revere</i>." +</p> +<a name="CH61"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE SAINT'S REST. +</h3> +<p class="ind4"> + We've no abiding city here:<br /> + This may distress the worldling's mind,<br /> + But should not cost the saint a tear,<br /> + Who hopes a better rest to find, +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + We've no abiding city here;<br /> + We seek a city out of sight.<br /> + Zion its name; the Lord is there;<br /> + It shines with everlasting light. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + Hush, my soul, nor dare repine;<br /> + The time my God appoints is best;<br /> + While here to do his will be mine,<br /> + And his to fix my time of rest. +</p> +<a name="CH62"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + A GOOD MOTHER. +</h3> +<p> + Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When she was a + child she had a great many advantages for the improvement of her mind. + When only seven years of age, she could translate the Hebrew language, + and when ten years old, she could write out her father's sermons. She + possessed a very amiable disposition, and was very kind and benevolent + to all who needed the comforts of life. She was a Christian, and when + she became a mother she began the work of educating her children + herself. She had a large family of nine children, and as she had + treasured up in her memory many hymns and verses which she had learned + when a child, she was able to teach the same to her children. She was + so kind and affectionate that every body loved her. Her children took + much pleasure in hearing their mother repeat to them the hymns and + texts of Scripture which she had learned. +</p> +<a name="image-7"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0133.jpg" width="271" height="203" + alt="A good mother." > +</p> +<p> + Some children are very careless, and indifferent to their parents' + advice; such ones will regret it in their riper years. But Mrs. + Savage's little boys and girls loved their mother, and were very + obedient to her commands. When evening came, before they retired to + bed she would call her little children around her (as you see in the + picture,) and they would kneel down and say their evening prayer. A + pleasant sight, indeed, to see our dear children remembering their + Creator in the days of their youth. Mrs. S. was "useful, beloved, + meek, humble, and charitable." She lived a happy, cheerful life; she + was an ornament to her Christian profession, a "good mother." She died + suddenly at the good old age of eighty-eight. +</p> +<a name="CH63"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + MOTHER'S LAST LESSON. +</h3> +<p> + "Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me and bid me + good night," said little Roger, as he opened the door and peeped into + the chamber of his sick mother. "I am very sleepy, but no one has + heard me say my prayers." Mrs. L. was very ill, and her friends + believed her to be dying. She sat propped up with pillows and + struggling for breath, her eyes were growing dim, and her strength was + failing very fast. She was a widow, and little Roger was her only + darling child. He had been in the habit of coming into her room every + night, and sitting in her lap, or kneeling by her side, while she + repeated some Scripture passages to him, or related a story of wise + and good people. She always loved to hear Roger's verse and prayer. +</p> +<p> + "Hush! hush!" said the lady who was watching beside the couch. "Your + dear mamma is too ill to hear you to night." And as she said this, she + came forward and laid her hand gently upon his arm as if she would + lead him from the room. "I cannot go to bed to night," said the little + boy, "without saying my prayers—I cannot." +</p> +<p> + Roger's dying mother heard his voice, and his sobs, and although she + had been nearly insensible to everything around her, yet she requested + the attendant lady to bring the boy and lay him near her side. Her + request was granted, and the child's rosy cheek nestled in the bosom + of his dying mother. +</p> +<p> + "Now you may repeat this verse after me," said his mother, "and never + forget it: 'When my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take + me up.'" The child repeated it three times—then he kissed the pale + cheek of his mother, and went quietly to his little couch. +</p> +<p> + The next morning he sought as usual for his mother, but she was now + cold and motionless. She died soon after little Roger retired to his + bed. That was her last lesson to her darling boy—-he did not forget + it. He has grown to be a man and occupies a high post of honor in + Massachusetts. I never can look upon him without thinking about the + faith so beautifully exhibited by his dying mother. It was a good + lesson. +</p> +<a name="CH64"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE GOLDEN CROWN. +</h3> +<p> + A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, what would + you do with it?" The child replied, "I would give it to my father to + keep till I was a man." He asked another. "I would buy a coach and + horses with it," was the reply. He asked a third. "Oh," said the + little girl to whom he spoke, "I would do with it the same as the + people in heaven do with their crowns. I would cast it at the + Saviour's feet." +</p> +<a name="CH65"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + EARLY AT SCHOOL. +</h3> +<p> + One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in the porch + before his house, in one of the South Sea Islands. The sun was setting + behind the waves of the ocean, and the labors of the day were over. In + that cool, quiet hour, the teacher was in prayer, asking a blessing on + his people, his scholars, and himself. As he heard the leaves of the + Mimosa tree rustling, he thought the breeze was springing up—and + continued his walk. Again he heard the leaves rattle, and he felt sure + that it could not be the wind. So he pushed aside the long leafy + branches of the trees, and passed beneath. And what did he find there? + Three little boys. Two were fast asleep in each other's arms, but the + third was awake. +</p> +<p> + "What are you doing there, my children?" asked the teacher. "We have + come to sleep here," said the boy. "And why do you sleep here; have + you no home?" "Oh, yes," said the lad, "but if we sleep here, we are + sure to be ready when the school bell rings in the morning." "And do + your parents know about it?" "Mine do," said the lad, "but these + little boys have no parents; they are orphans." +</p> +<p> + You know the nights in the South Sea Islands are not cold and damp + like ours, but as the teacher thought a heavy rain would fall in the + night, he roused the orphans, and led the three little boys into the + large porch of the house where they might rest in safety. He was happy + to find that they were some of his scholars, and that they loved their + school. What would these little Islanders think if they could look + from their distant homes into some of our schools and see how many + late comers there are! +</p> +<a name="CH66"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE PLUM BOYS. +</h3> +<p> + Two boys were one day on their way from school, and as they were + passing a cornfield, in which there were some plum trees, full of + nice, ripe fruit, Henry said to Thomas, "Let us jump over and get some + plums. Nobody will see us, and we can scud along through the corn and + come out on the other side." +</p> +<p> + Thomas said, "I cannot. It is wrong to do so. I would rather not have + the plums than to steal them, and I think I will run along home." +</p> +<p> + "You are a coward," said Henry, "I always knew you were a coward, and + if you don't want any plums you may go without them, but I shall have + some very quick." +</p> +<p> + Just as Henry was climbing the fence, the owner of the field rose up + from the other side of the wall, and Henry jumped back and ran away. + Thomas had no reason to be afraid, so he stood still, and the owner of + the field, who had heard the conversation between the boys, told him + that he was very glad to see that he was not willing to be a thief. He + then told Thomas that he might step over the fence and help himself to + as many plums as he wished. The boy was pleased with the invitation, + and soon filled his pockets with plums which he could call his own. + Honesty will always get its reward. +</p> +<a name="CH67"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE FIRST DOLLAR. +</h3> +<p> + I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the name of + Emerson Terry, who lived in Hartford, Ct. He was very kind to the + poor, and could never see the sufferings of his fellow beings without + making an effort for their relief. Here is one instance of his + kindness and liberality: +</p> +<p> + While he resided in Bristol, his father, Dr. Terry, took little + Emerson with him to ride into Hartford that he might see the city. + Emerson had one dollar, and it was the first dollar he ever earned. He + took the dollar with him, thinking to buy something with it in the + city. While they were riding along on the way, they overtook a poor + fugitive slave seeking his freedom in the North. Mr. Terry kindly took + the wayfaring man into his carriage when the poor man related to him + his sufferings and poverty, and also his trust in God. Young Emerson's + heart was touched, when, of his own accord, he drew out his <i>first</i> + and <i>only</i> dollar and gave it to the poor fugitive. When he returned + home he told his mother what he had done, with a satisfaction that + indicated his pleasure in being able to relieve a suffering stranger. + How noble was this act. He felt willing to forego the pleasure of + spending his dollar for himself, for any pleasing toys that he might + help a poor wanderer on the earth. When he was fifteen years of age, + he was drowned in the Connecticut river. He was beloved and respected + by a large circle of acquaintance. He was noted for his kind + disposition, tender feelings, and lovely spirit. He sleeps in peace, + and we all hope to meet him in heaven. +</p> +<a name="CH68"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE SHEPHERD AND HIS BIBLE. +</h3> +<p> + A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a large family, + for whose wants he provided with great difficulty, purchased an old + Bible from a dealer in old cloths and furniture. On Sunday evening, as + he was turning over the leaves, he noticed several of them were pasted + together. He immediately began to separate the pasted leaves with + great care. Inside of these leaves he found carefully enclosed a bank + bill of five hundred dollars. On the margin of one of the pages was + written these words: "I gathered together money with very great + difficulty, but having no natural heirs but those who have absolutely + need of nothing, I make thee, whosoever shall read this Bible, my + natural heir." +</p> +<p> + We cannot promise our young friends that they will find money in the + leaves of their Bibles, but you may be assured that if you study its + pages, and follow its precepts, you will find wisdom, which is better + than silver, and the gain thereof than fine gold. +</p> +<a name="CH69"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + REVELATION OF GOD'S HOLY WORD. +</h3> +<p class="ind4"> + Ye favored lands, rejoice<br /> + Where God reveals his word:<br /> + We are not left to nature's voice<br /> + To bid us know the Lord. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + His statutes and commands<br /> + Are set before our eyes;<br /> + He puts the gospel in our hands,<br /> + Where our salvation lies. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + His laws are just and pure,<br /> + His truth without deceit;<br /> + His promise is for ever sure,<br /> + And his rewards are great. +</p> +<a name="CH70"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + PLEASANT PLAY. +</h3> +<p> + There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves so as to + benefit both the mind and body. Exercise is very essential to the + health, and all children should accustom themselves to such exercise + as will give elasticity too all the muscles of the body. Some + children often play too hard, and others, before they get through + playing, get to quarrelling. Children never appear so badly as when + they quarrel with each other. Joseph and William, Jane and little + Susan, are out in the garden playing "hide and seek," around the + summer house. William became a little contrary, because everything in + the play did not suit him, and declared he would run away. Children + should never let anger rise in their bosoms because of some small + mistake on the part of others. They should always overlook all + mistakes, forgive all injuries, and learn to love each other when at + play, as well as when at school. Good children will play together, + without getting angry, and it is a pretty sight to see such children + all happy in each other's society and enjoying their pleasant pastimes + with cheerful and happy hearts. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + Our evil actions spring like trees,<br /> + From small and hidden seeds;<br /> + We think, or wish some wicked thing,<br /> + And then do wicked deeds. +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + Whoever dares to tell a lie,<br /> + Whoever steals a pin,<br /> + Whoever strikes an angry blow,<br /> + Has done a deed of sin. +</p> +<a name="CH71"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + GEORGE AND HIS GUINEA. +</h3> +<p> + Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionary meeting. + After the minister had ended his sermon, as he sat in the pew he + whispered to his aunt, saying, "I wish you would lend me a guinea and + I will give it to you again when we get home." His aunt asked him what + he wanted of his guinea; he told her he wished to put it in the box + when it came round, to assist in sending the gospel to the heathen + children. She replied, "a guinea is a great deal of money, George; you + had better ask your mother, first." As George's mother lived very near + the church, he went home immediately, and said, "Mother, will you let + me have my guinea to give to the mission?" George's mother saw that he + was very much interested for the heathen children, and says to him, + "supposing you give half of it." "No," said George, "I want to give it + all." "Well, my dear, you will remember you cannot give it and have + it too." She then gave him a one pound note, and a shilling. But + George said he would rather have a guinea. "Why," said his mother, + "what difference can it make? it is just the same amount." "Yes," said + George, "but that one pound will seem so much for a little boy to + give. If I had a guinea, I could put it in between two half-pence and + nobody would know anything about it." His mother was pleased with his + proposal, and George having got his guinea returned to the church and + put it in the box as he intended. +</p> +<p> + Little George is now dead, and there is no danger of his being puffed + up by what he has done. You may learn from this act of George, how to + do some good to poor heathen children. You should be willing to deny + yourselves some pleasures in order that you may benefit others. And if + you do good out of a pure motive you will be blessed in the deed. +</p> +<a name="CH72"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE JEW AND HIS DAUGHTER. +</h3> +<p> + A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and brought + with him all his property. He had a lovely daughter of seventeen; with + her he settled in a charming retreat on the fruitful banks of the + Ohio, in the Western part of Virginia. He had buried his wife before + he left Europe, and he knew no comfort but the company of his beloved + daughter. She possessed an amiable disposition, and was well educated; + she could speak several languages, and her manner pleased all who knew + her. Being a Jew, he brought up his daughter in the strictest + principles of his faith. +</p> +<p> + It was not long after that his daughter was taken sick. The rose faded + from her cheek, her strength failed, and it was certain that she could + not live long. Her father was deeply affected. He tried to talk with + her, but could seldom speak without weeping. He spared no expense to + have her get well. One day he was walking in the wood near his house + when he was sent for by his dying daughter. With a heavy heart he + entered the door of her room, and he saw that he was now to take the + last farewell of his daughter. +</p> +<p> + "My father," said the child, "do you love me?" "Yes," he replied, "you + know that I love you." "I know, father, you have ever loved me. You + have been a kind father, and I tenderly love you. Grant me my dying + request." +</p> +<p> + "What is it, my child? ask what you will, though it take every + farthing of my property, it shall be granted. I <i>will grant</i> your + request." +</p> +<p> + "My dear father, I now beg of you never again to speak lightly of + Jesus of Nazareth; I know that he is a Saviour, and that he has made + himself known to me, since I have been sick, even for the salvation of + my soul. I entreat you to obtain a Testament that tells of him and + that you may bestow on him the love that was formerly <i>mine</i>." She now + ceased speaking, her father left the room, when her soul took its + flight to God who gave it. After her decease the parent purchased a + Testament and read about Jesus of Nazareth, and is now a devoted + Christian. Good children may be made blessings to their parents and + friends. +</p> +<a name="CH73"></a> +<hr> +<center> +<h3> + ANECDOTES. +</h3> +</center> +<a name="CH73A"></a> +<h4> + TRUE BENIFICENCE. +</h4> +<p>—Mark Antony, when very much depressed, and at the + ebb of his fortune, cried out, "I have lost all, except what I have + given away." +</p> +<a name="CH73B"></a> +<h4> + WASHINGTON AND THE SOLDIER. + </h4> + <p>—A British soldier said, "It was once in + my power to shoot Gen. Washington." "Why, then," said an American, + "did you not do it?" "Because," he replied, "the death of Washington + would not have been for our benefit, for we depended upon him to treat + our prisoners kindly." +</p> +<a name="CH73C"></a> +<h4> + YES AND NO. +</h4> +<p>—John Randolph, in one of his letters to a young relative, + says: "You must expect unreasonable requests to be preferred to you + every day of your life; and you must endeavor to say <i>no</i> with as much + facility and kindness as you would say <i>yes</i>." +</p> +<a name="CH73D"></a> +<h4> + OSCEOLA. +</h4> +<p>—It is said that the name of Osceola was given to that famous + chief by an old lady in a frontier village, who had newly arrived in + the country, and had never seen an Indian. When she seen him she burst + forth in utter astonishment—"Oh see! Oh la! What a curious looking + man!" +</p> +<a name="CH73E"></a> +<h4> + SIGISMOND. +</h4> +<p>—This Emperor was once reproached by some courtiers for + being favorable to his foes—to whom he replied, "Do I not effectually + destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?" +</p> +<a name="CH74"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + CHINESE PROVERBS. +</h3> +<p> + What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. +</p> +<p> + Riches come better after poverty, than poverty after riches. +</p> +<p> + Who aims at excellence will be above medirocity; who aims at medirocity + will fall short of it. +</p> +<p> + No remedies can revive old age and faded flowers. +</p> +<p> + A truly great man never puts away the simplicity of a child. +</p> +<p> + He who toils with pain will eat with pleasure. +</p> +<p> + A wise man forgets old grudges. +</p> +<hr> +<p> + Those that dare lose a day are dangerously prodigal; those that dare + misspend it, desperate.—<i>Bishop Hall</i>. +</p> +<p> + Truth enters into the heart of man when it is empty, and clean and + still; but when the mind is shaken with passion as with a storm, you + can never hear the voice of the charmer, though he charm never so + wisely. +</p> +<a name="CH75"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + COMFORT AND SOBRIETY. +</h3> +<p> + Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:—— +</p> +<p> + Avoid and shun the sources of misery. +</p> +<p> + Be sure not to <i>indulge</i> your appetite. +</p> +<p> + Strong drink excites a person to do wrong. +</p> +<p> + Remember you are never out of temptation. +</p> +<p> + A <i>life of virtue and temperence</i> will secure to you money and time; + will give you health, and prosperity, peace, character, respect, and + usefulness. +</p> +<a name="CH75A"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + PLEDGE. +</h3> +<p class="ind4"> + Our hands and our hearts we give<br /> + To the temperance pledge, declaring<br /> + That long as on earth we live,<br /> + All its bountiful blessings sharing, +</p> +<p class="ind4"> + We will taste not and touch not the bowl<br /> + That burns with intoxication,<br /> + And will lend our assistance to roll<br /> + The temperance ball through the nation. +</p> +<a name="CH76"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE TRUSTY DOG. +</h3> +<p> + I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture is before + you. He was an old and tried friend of mine, and I could tell you a + great many things about him. He was more trust-worthy than many a + little child that I have known; for though circumstances have thrown + me in the way of many beautiful children, some of the little ones with + whom I have met, were not so truthful and trusty as they ought to have + been. +</p> +<a name="image-8"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0154.jpg" width="200" height="252" + alt="'Erie,' the Trusty Dog" > +</p> +<p> + But I must not forget the work I commenced; and run off into telling + you stories of bad children rather than of the good dog. I know that + you are already interested in this noble fellow, by this fine portrait + of him. Hasn't he a beautiful face. It is as kind and good natured a + dog as you ever saw. Now you want to know his name; and, perhaps some + of you are feeling curious by this time, to know what he is doing with + that great basket which he holds in his mouth, I will first tell you + his name, and then come to the question of the basket. His name was + "Erie." Mayhap you never knew a dog by this name. It is very peculiar + to call a dog "Erie," but, as this was an extraordinary wise dog, he + deserved a name somewhat different from ordinary dogs. +</p> +<p> + Now I will proceed to my story which is true, and may be believed as + well as wondered at. +</p> +<p> + "Erie" had great many wonderful tricks. He seemed to understand what + was said to him, and would obey promptly any person in whom he had + confidence, when they told him to do anything which was in his power + to do. You could trust him to carry any article which he could hold in + his mouth, He would take it to any place you might name, where he was + accustomed to go, and give to the person you told him to give it to, + and never to any other, under any circumstances. If he could not find + the person to whom the article was sent, he would surely return it to + you with a knowing look which seemed to say, "I tried to do my errand + but couldn't." He was usually very good natured, but on such + occasions, when he was entrusted with the care of anything; he did not + like to be interfered with, and if any one attempted to touch anything + which he held in his mouth he would growl at them in a most ferocious + manner, as if he would say, "Take care, this is not yours, and I shall + treat you harshly if you undertake to carry off what belongs to + another." +</p> +<p> + His master used to love hunting very much, and "Erie" almost always + went with him. At such times he was very fond of carrying the game bag + in his mouth. There was a closet in the house where his master kept + his guns powder, flasks, and all things necessary for hunting. One day + Mr. A. left for [the] woods with his gun, while the dog was absent + from home. He had gone about a mile, when he thought of his powder + flask which in the haste of leaving home he had forgotten. He turned + back regretting that he had taken so many unnecessary steps, when his + eye fell upon "Erie" running toward him with great speed holding the + powder flask in his mouth. The dog had returned home and finding his + master gone, had examined the closet, the door of which had been left + ajar, and found the gun gone while the flask was left; he seemed to + know this ought not to be, and seizing the flask in his mouth he + pursued his master and carried him the important article. +</p> +<p> + Mr. A. taught him to carry meat home from the market, and he was never + known to eat it, or allow any other dog to take it from him. +</p> +<p> + This was very convenient for the family. Often when Mr. A. was in + haste, he would write a note telling the butcher what meat to send him + for his dinner. This note he would put into the bottom of the meat + basket, and give the basket to "Erie," telling him which market he was + to go to, and reminding him to be sure and come back quickly. In a few + moments the dog would return with the dinner as safely as a child + could have done. +</p> +<p> + One day as he was going home from the market, the basket was heavy, + having in it a large piece of meat. "Erie" grew very tired and set the + basket down on the pavement to rest his mouth a moment. At this moment + a large black dog was passing, who, smelling the meat, thought he + would like a piece for his own dinner; so walking up to the basket he + attempted to thrust his nose in and help himself. "Erie" gave one of + his ferocious warning growls, which said as plain as words, "Take + care, take care." At first the other dog retreated a little, but being + very hungry he again approached the basket. +</p> +<p> + "Erie" seemed really to reason about the matter. He knew that the + other dog was determined to steal the meat which was especially + entrusted to <i>his</i> care. It was as if he thought to himself, "Now if I + stop to fight with this dog, some other dog may come and run away with + my meat, my only safety is flight," so seizing up the basket he fled + as fast as his legs could carry him toward home. The large dog pursued + him a little way, but "Erie" out-ran him and reached home in safety, + As soon as he had deposited the basket in the hands of his mistress, + he turned and ran down street again as fast as he could, in search of + the thieving dog, whose dishonesty he seemed to think he must punish. + After searching a long time he found him playing with a number of + other dogs, and I never saw a dog take a worse whipping than "Erie" + gave him. +</p> +<p> + Now my dear children as you read this story, ask yourselves if you are + as honest and trustworthy as this noble dog was. You know that you may + be much better than he; for God has made you wiser and given you power + to do much, more than any animal. +</p> +<a name="CH77"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE UNCERTAINTY OF LIFE. +</h3> +<p> + Josiah Martin was a young man of whom any mother might have been + proud. He was an only child, and had been the support of his widowed + mother for five years; though at the time when we first knew him he + was not twenty. +</p> +<p> + And this was not all. He was so frugal, and industrious, that he was + able, besides providing for himself and mother, to contribute largely + toward the support of his aunt Eleanor and her daughter, who were very + poor, and without his help, might have suffered oftentimes for want of + the necessaries of life. +</p> +<p> + In return for his care, he had a wealth of love bestowed upon him by + mother, aunt and cousin, who often said, and often felt in their + hearts, that Josiah was as good a boy as ever lived. He enjoyed + perfect health, and had naturally a merry heart, so that every day of + his life, he was as happy as the birds. He expected to continue so, + through many long years: and never thought of dying until he got to be + an old man. +</p> +<p> + One pleasant summer morning, he rose early and prepared to leave home + to be absent a week. He had agreed to go and help Mr. Brown about + harvesting, and the farm being five miles from where his mother lived, + he could not come home before Saturday night. He bade his mother an + affectionate good morning, and started cheerily on his way. The road + ran by aunt Eleanor's door, so he thought he would just peep in, and + see how she was and tell her that he should not see her again for + several days. +</p> +<p> + The old lady did not seem as well as usual, and "wished heartily," she + said, that Josiah wasn't going away. +</p> +<p> + "Why, I shall be back," said he "in six days, and can come sooner, if + any of you need me." +</p> +<p> + "You should not speak so positive about it," said aunt Eleanor, "you + may never come back again." +</p> +<p> + "Oh fye, auntie, you've got the blues this morning! I shall be back + just as sure as Saturday night comes." +</p> +<p> + "Don't be too certain my boy; life and death are not in our hands; you + may be called any hour." +</p> +<a name="image-9"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/0161.jpg" width="196" height="253" + alt="The uncertainty of life." > +</p> +<p> + "Now auntie, don't get gloomy about such a hale stout boy as I am; + who never saw a sick day in his life, and don't know what pain is. Why + see how strong I am," and laughingly he bent down, and lifting his + cousin with one arm and his great dog with the other, he tripped + lightly over the threshold. "There, auntie," he cried, "I could carry + off your whole establishment, almost as easy as Samson did the gates + of Gaza." +</p> +<p> + Though the old lady smiled at the moment the cloud came back again to + her face, and through the open door she watched him as long as her + misty eyes could distinguish him in the distance. +</p> +<p> + As merry, as strong, and as full of life as ever, the young man went + to his work that morning. Arrived at the harvest field, he took off + his coat and went in among the laborers, saying that he thought he + could outwork them all that day, he felt so vigorous. The sun was + exceeding hot, the air sultry and close, and the laborers, in spite of + their determination and strength, grew very weary when the sun was + high in the heavens. About eleven o'clock, a boy came from the house + and brought them a jug of cold water. Josiah took it first, and drank + of it until they all called to him to stop. He did not heed them, but + being very thirsty, drank until he was satisfied; then stooped to set + the jug on the ground, and fell down beside it a corpse. +</p> +<p> + Thus suddenly, in the prime of his young life, was he called into + eternity. In a moment from perfect health, he passed to death. +</p> +<p> + I seem to hear you saying, little reader, "This was very sudden; but + surely such unexpected deaths are rare, I shall not die in that way." + That you cannot tell, you must go in the time that God appoints, it + may be before another sunset. But whether it be sooner or later that + you are called home to heaven, would you not love to leave with your + friends the memory of as good a life as this of which you have been + reading. On the neat white slab that shows where Josiah sleeps it + says, "Here lies a good boy, who blessed the world while he lived in + it." Go ye little readers and do likewise. +</p> +<hr> +<p class="ind4"> + 'Tis well to walk with a cheerful heart<br /> + Wherever our fortunes call,<br /> + With a friendly glance, an open hand,<br /> + And a gentle word for all.<br /> + Since life is a thorny and difficult path<br /> + Where toil is the portion of man,<br /> + We all should endeavor, while passing along,<br /> + To make it us smooth as we can.<br /> +</p> +<a name="CH78"></a> +<hr> +<h3> + THE FIRST DECEPTION. +</h3> +<p> + When I was a boy, and attended school, I was like a great many other + boys, more inclined to play and read story books than I was to study + my lessons; it was a rule at our school to carry a book home every + night and study the lesson for the following day; but I would avoid + this by some deception, and of course the next morning my recitation + would be very imperfect. +</p> +<p> + One morning I awoke quite early, and I remembered that we were to have + a very difficult lesson on that morning, and I had neglected it that I + might join in a game of foot-ball. It was too late then to commit it + to memory, and I felt ashamed to go to school without it, for I knew + that I should be punished, and be obliged to remain in at recess to + make up the lesson. I did not want to play truant, for I was fearful + of detection, so I went to my father and feigned headache, and plead + that I might remain at home that day. The wish was granted, and for a + moment I felt relieved, but at breakfast or dinner, I was not allowed + to eat anything; I was obliged to remain in doors all day, although + the sun was shining brightly out of doors, and with a conscience + restless and reproving me all the time, I passed a wretched day. +</p> +<p> + My father, always kind and attentive to his children, would lay his + hand upon my head and pity me, so that my heart ached when I thought + how wickedly I was deceiving him. The day passed, and I went to my + bed, but I could not sleep. I had told my father a lie, and the + thought of it lay like a weight upon my heart. I slept a little, but + it was a troubled and unhappy sleep. When I arose in the morning, I + went to my father, and with tearful eyes confessed my deception. He + was surprised and grieved. I stood before him with my head hung down, + feeling thoroughly ashamed. I asked forgiveness of him and it was + granted. I was then told to go to school and tell the teacher of my + fault, and promise never to attempt such a wrong again. +</p> +<p> + I have grown a man since then, but the memory of that error is still + fresh in my mind. It was the last time I ever attempted to deceive my + father. I have no father or mother now, but the lesson which that day + I learned, will guard me through life from any attempt at deceiving + those to whom I am indebted for kindness and love. If any little boy + should read this story, let him be mindful and avoid all temptations, + which, if yielded to, will cause him in after years many bitter pangs + and hearty remorse. + </p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11237 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/11237-h/images/0004.jpg b/11237-h/images/0004.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..fb2d773 --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0004.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0033.jpg b/11237-h/images/0033.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..2d935ac --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0033.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0061.jpg b/11237-h/images/0061.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f0c977 --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0061.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0076.jpg b/11237-h/images/0076.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..edeceee --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0076.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0106.jpg b/11237-h/images/0106.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d998bf0 --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0106.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0133.jpg b/11237-h/images/0133.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..71cb29e --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0133.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0154.jpg b/11237-h/images/0154.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..107866a --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0154.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0161.jpg b/11237-h/images/0161.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a3855cb --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0161.jpg diff --git a/11237-h/images/0170.jpg b/11237-h/images/0170.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4a4373 --- /dev/null +++ b/11237-h/images/0170.jpg |
