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Arthur</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: May 23, 2022 [eBook #68158]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: Charlene Taylor, David E. Brown, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE POWER OF KINDNESS AND OTHER STORIES ***</div> - -<div class="figcenter hide"><img src="images/coversmall.jpg" width="450" alt="" /></div> - - - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/halftitle.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<h1>THE POWER OF KINDNESS.<br /> - -And Other Stories.</h1> - - -</div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/frontis.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">THE FIRST INTERVIEW</p> -</div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="caption">A TIMELY RESCUE<br /> - -<span class="padleft"><i>page <a href="#Page_105">105</a></i></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/titlepage.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - - -<p class="ph2"><span class="padright2">The</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Power of<br /> -<span class="padleft2">Kindness</span></span></p> - -<p class="ph1"><span class="padleft">& OTHER STORIES.</span></p> - -<p> </p> -<p class="center"><span class="padright"><i>T. NELSON & SONS</i></span></p> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/titlepage2.jpg" alt="" /></div> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="titlepage"> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/titlepage2illo.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="ph2"><span class="small">THE</span><br /> - -POWER OF KINDNESS.<br /> - -And Other Stories.</p> - -<p>A BOOK FOR THE EXAMPLE AND ENCOURAGEMENT OF<br /> -THE YOUNG.</p> - -<p><span class="large"><i>By T. S. ARTHUR.</i></span></p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/divider.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p><span class="large">LONDON:</span><br /> -T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;<br /> -EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.</p> - -<div class="blockquot"> -<hr class="tiny" /> -</div> - -<p>1877.</p> -</div></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">Contents.</span></h2> -</div> - -<table> - -<tr><td>THE POWER OF KINDNESS,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_7"> 7</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>ADA AND HER PET FAWN,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_18"> 18</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HOW TO AVOID A QUARREL,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26"> 26</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE BROKEN DOLL,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34"> 34</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>HARSH WORDS AND KIND WORDS,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42"> 42</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A NOBLE ACT,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_46"> 46</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>EMMA LEE AND HER SIXPENCE,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53"> 53</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE TIMELY AID,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59"> 59</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE DOUBLE FAULT,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_69"> 69</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>A STORY ABOUT A DOG,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_74"> 74</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE DISCONTENTED SHEPHERD,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_81"> 81</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE SHILLING,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86"> 86</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE WOUNDED BIRD,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_90"> 90</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE HOLIDAY,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_99"> 99</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>ROVER AND HIS LITTLE MASTER,     </td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104"> 104</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>JAMES AND HENRY,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_108"> 108</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>THE USE OF FLOWERS,</td><td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_116"> 116</a></td></tr> -</table> - - - - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image007a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Power of Kindness.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image007b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“I HATE him!”</p> - -<p>Thus, in a loud, angry voice, spoke -a lad named Charles Freeman. His -face was red, and his fair white brow -disfigured by passion.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I hate him! and he had better keep -his distance from me, or I—”</p> - -<p>“What would you do, Charles?” asked the -lad’s companion, seeing that he paused.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know what I might not be tempted -to do. I would trample upon him as I would -upon a snake.”</p> - -<p>For a boy fourteen years of age, this was -a dreadful state of mind to be in. The individual -who had offended him was a fellow-student,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span> -named William Aiken. The cause of -offence we will relate.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Charles Freeman was a self-willed, passionate -boy, who hesitated not to break any rule of -the institution at which he was receiving his -education, provided, in doing so, he felt quite -sure of not being found out and punished. On -a certain occasion, he, with two or three others, -who were planning some act of insubordination, -called into the room of William Aiken and -asked him to join them.</p> - -<p>“It will be such grand sport,” said Freeman.</p> - -<p>“But will it be right?” asked the more -conscientious lad.</p> - -<p>“Right or wrong, we are going to do it. -Who cares for the president and all the faculty -put together? They are a set of hypocrites -and oppressors: make the best you can of -them.”</p> - -<p>“They don’t ask us to do anything but -what is required by the rules of the institution; -and then, I think, we ought to obey.”</p> - -<p>“You are wonderfully inclined to obedience!”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span> -said Charles Freeman, in a sneering voice. -“Come, boys! We have mistaken Master -Aiken. I did not know before that he was -such a milksop. Come!”</p> - -<p>The other lads retired with Freeman, but -they did not insult Aiken, for they knew him -to be kind-hearted and honourable, and felt -more disposed to respect him for his objections -than to speak harshly to him for entertaining -them. Aiken made no reply to the insulting -language of the hot-headed, thoughtless Charles -Freeman, although his words roused within -him an instant feeling of indignation, that -almost forced his tongue to utter some strong, -retaliating expressions. But he controlled himself, -and was very glad, as soon as his visitors -had left him, that he had been able to do so.</p> - -<p>On the next morning, before daylight, some -persons, unknown to the faculty, brought from -a neighbouring field a spiteful ram, and tied -him, with a strong cord, to a post near the -door of the president’s dwelling. The president, -who was very near-sighted, always read -prayers in the chapel at five o’clock in the -morning. At the usual hour he descended<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> -from his chamber, and came out at his front -door to go to the chapel, which was distant -some fifty yards. It was a little after break -of day. In the dim morning twilight, the -president could see but indistinctly even objects -that were very near to him.</p> - -<p>The ram, which had, after his fierce struggles -with those who had reduced him to a state of -captivity, lain down quietly, roused himself up -at the sound of the opening door, and stood -ready to give the president a rather warm reception -the moment he came within reach of -him. Unconscious of the danger that menaced -him, the president descended from the door -with slow and cautious steps, and received in -his side a terrible blow from the animal’s head, -that threw him, some feet from where he was -standing, prostrate upon the ground. Fortunately -the ram had reached within a few -inches of the length of his tether when the -blow was given, and could not, therefore, repeat -it, as the object of his wrath was beyond his -reach.</p> - -<p>The president was rather severely hurt; so -much so that he was unable to go to the chapel<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> -and read morning prayers, and was confined to -his chamber for some days. No investigation -into the matter was made until after he was -able to be about again. Then he assembled all -the students together and stated to them what -had occurred, and the pain he had endured in -consequence, and asked to have the individuals -who had been guilty of this outrage designated. -All were silent. One student looked at another, -and then at the assembled faculty, but no one -gave the desired information, although many of -those present knew the parties who were engaged -in the act. Finding that no one would -divulge the names of those who had been guilty -of the outrage against him, the president said,—</p> - -<p>“Let all who know nothing of this matter -rise to their feet.”</p> - -<p>Charles Freeman was the first to spring up, -and one after another followed him, until all -had risen except William Aiken. The president -paused for some moments, and then ordered -the young men to take their seats.</p> - -<p>“William Aiken will please to come forward,” -said the president. As the lad rose from his -seat, several of the faculty, who had their eyes<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span> -upon Freeman, and who had reason for suspecting -that he knew about as much of the matter -as any one, noticed that he cast a look of anger -towards Aiken.</p> - -<p>“It seems, then, that you know something -about this matter,” said the president.</p> - -<p>“All I know about it,” replied Aiken, “is, -that I was applied to by some of my fellow-students -to join them in doing what has been -done, and that I declined participating in it.”</p> - -<p>“For what reason, sir?”</p> - -<p>“Because I thought it wrong.”</p> - -<p>“Who were the students that applied to -you?”</p> - -<p>“I would rather not answer that question, -sir.”</p> - -<p>“But I insist upon it.”</p> - -<p>“Then I must decline doing so.”</p> - -<p>“You will be suspended, sir.”</p> - -<p>“I should regret that,” was the lad’s manly -reply. “But as I have broken no rule of the -institution, such a suspension would be no disgrace -to me.”</p> - -<p>The president was perplexed. At this point -one of the professors whispered something in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span> -his ear, and his eye turned immediately upon -Freeman.</p> - -<p>“Let Charles Freeman come forward,” he -said.</p> - -<p>With a fluctuating countenance the guilty -youth left his seat and approached the faculty.</p> - -<p>“Is this one of them?” said the president.</p> - -<p>Aiken made no reply.</p> - -<p>“Silence is assent,” the president remarked; -“you can take your seat, young man.”</p> - -<p>As Aiken moved away, the president, who -had rather unjustly fixed upon him the burden -of having given information, tacitly, against -Freeman, said, addressing the latter:—</p> - -<p>“And now, sir, who were your associates in -this thing?”</p> - -<p>“<i>I</i> am no common informer, sir. You had -better ask William Aiken. No doubt <i>he</i> will -tell you,” replied the lad.</p> - -<p>The president stood thoughtful for a moment, -and then said,—</p> - -<p>“Gentlemen, you can all retire.”</p> - -<p>It was as the students were retiring from -the room where this proceeding had been conducted -that Freeman made the bitter remarks<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> -about Aiken with which our story opens. It -happened that the subject of them was so close -to him as to hear all he said. About ten -minutes after this, against the persuasion of a -fellow-student, Freeman went to the room of -Aiken for the satisfaction of telling him, as he -said, “a piece of his mind.” Aiken was sitting -by a table, with his head resting upon his -hand, as Freeman came in. He looked up, -when his door opened, and, seeing who it was, -rose quickly to his feet, and advanced towards -him a few steps, saying, with a smile, as he -did so:—</p> - -<p>“I am glad you have come, Charles. I had -just made up my mind to go to your room. Sit -down now, and let us talk this matter over with -as little hard feelings as possible. I am sure it -need not make us enemies. If I have been at -any point in the least to blame, I will freely -acknowledge it, and do all in my power to repair -any injury that I may have done to you. -Can I do more?”</p> - -<p>“Of course not,” replied Charles, completely -subdued by the unexpected manner and words -of Aiken.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>“I heard you say, a little while ago, that -you hated me,” resumed William. “Of course -there must be some cause for this feeling. Tell -me what it is, Charles.”</p> - -<p>The kind manner in which Aiken spoke, and -the mildness of his voice, completely subdued -the lion in the heart of Freeman. He was -astonished at himself, and the wonderful revulsion -that had taken place, so suddenly, in his -feelings.</p> - -<p>“I spoke hastily,” he said. “But I was blind -with anger at being discovered through you.”</p> - -<p>“But I did not discover you, remember that, -Charles.”</p> - -<p>“If you had risen with the rest—”</p> - -<p>“I would not, in word or act, tell a lie, -Charles, for my right hand,” said Aiken, in an -earnest voice, interrupting him. “You must -not blame me for this.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps I ought not, but—”</p> - -<p>Freeman left the sentence unfinished, and rising -to his feet, commenced walking the floor of -Aiken’s room, hurriedly. This was continued -for some minutes, when he stopped suddenly, -and extending his hand, said,—</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span>“I have thought it all over, William, and I -believe I have no cause of complaint against -you; but I acknowledge that you have against -me. I have insulted you and hated you without -a cause. I wish I could act, in all things, -from the high principles that govern you.”</p> - -<p>“Try, Charles, try!” said Aiken with warmth, -as he grasped the hand of his fellow-student.</p> - -<p>“It will be no use for me to try,” returned -Freeman, sadly. “I shall be expelled from the -institution; my father will be angry; and I -shall perhaps be driven, by my hot and hasty -spirit, to say something to him that will estrange -us, for he is a man of a stern temper.”</p> - -<p>“Don’t fear such consequences,” said Aiken -kindly. “Leave it to me. I think I can make -such representations to the president as will induce -him to let the matter drop where it is.”</p> - -<p>“If you can do so, it may save me from -ruin,” replied Freeman, with much feeling.</p> - -<p>William Aiken was not deceived in his -expectations. He represented to the kind-hearted -but rather impetuous president the repentant -state of Freeman’s mind, and the consequences -likely to arise if he should be expelled<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span> -from college. The president made no promises; -but nothing more was heard of the subject. -From that time the two students were warm -friends; and Freeman was not only led to see -the beauty and excellence of truth and integrity -of character, but to act from the same high -principles that governed his noble-minded -friend.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>There is not one of our young readers who -cannot see what sad consequences might have -arisen, if William Aiken had not kept down his -indignant feelings, and been governed by kindness -instead of anger.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image017.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image018a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">Ada and her Pet Fawn.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image018b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">THERE was once a dear child named -Ada, who was of so sweet a temper -that she only knew how to love; and -the consequence was, that everybody -and everything that could know her, -loved the sweet little girl in return. I do not -believe that a servant in her father’s family -ever spoke unkindly to Ada, she was so good. -There are but few of my young readers, I am -afraid, that can say so of themselves. Cook -scolds, the chambermaid is so cross, and nurse -is out of temper, whenever you come near them. -Yes, you know all that; but, my young friends, -I am afraid it is all your own fault. Now, -examine closely your own feelings and conduct,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> -and see if you do not make this trouble for -yourselves. Do you always speak kindly to -those around you; and do you always try to -give them as little trouble as possible?</p> - -<p>As for Ada, everybody loved her; and the -reason, as I have already stated, was plain: -she didn’t know any feeling toward others except -that of love. Even the dumb animals -would come to her side when she appeared. -The cat would rub against her, and purr as -she sat in her little chair; and when she went -out to play among the flowers, would run after -her just as you have seen a favourite dog run -after his master. She never passed Lion, the -watch-dog, that he didn’t wag his great tail, or -turn his head to look after her; and if she -stopped and spoke to or put her hand upon -him, his old limbs would quiver with delight, -and his face would actually laugh like a human -face. And why was this? It was because love -prompted Ada to kind acts towards everything. -Love beamed from her innocent countenance, -and gave a music to her voice that all ears, -even those of dumb animals, were glad to hear. -Yes, everything loved Ada, because she was good.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>The father of gentle, loving Ada was a rich -English lord—a certain class of wealthy and -distinguished men in England, as most young -readers know, are called lords—and he had a -great estate some miles from London, in which -were many animals; among them, herds of -deer. When Ada was three or four years old, -her father went to live on this estate. Around -the fine old mansion into which they removed -were stately trees, green lawns, and beautiful -gardens; and a short distance away, and concealed -from view by a thick grove, was the -park where roamed the graceful deer.</p> - -<p>Under the shade of those old trees, upon the -smoothly-shaven lawn, or amid the sweet flowers -in the garden, Ada spent many hours every -day, one of the happiest of beings alive.</p> - -<p>One morning—it was a few weeks after Ada -had come to live in this fair and beautiful -place—she strayed off a short distance from the -house, being lured away by the bright wild -flowers that grew thickly all around, and with -which she was filling her apron. At last, when -her tiny apron would not hold a blossom more -without pushing off some other flower, Ada<span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span> -looked up from the ground, and discovered that -she was out of sight of her house, and among -trees which stood so thickly together that the -sky could scarcely be seen overhead, nor the -light beyond, when she endeavoured to look -between the leafy branches. But Ada did not -feel afraid, for she knew no cause for fear. She -loved everything, and she felt that everything -loved her. There was not any room in her -heart for fear.</p> - -<p>Still Ada felt too much alone, and she turned -and sought to find her way out of the woods -and get back again. While yet among the -trees, she heard a noise of feet approaching; -and turning, she saw an animal that was unlike -any she had seen before. It came up close -to her, and neither of them felt afraid. It was -a fawn, only a few months old. The fawn -looked into Ada’s face with its dark bright eyes, -and when she spoke to it, and laid her hand -upon its head, the young creature pressed lovingly -against the child.</p> - -<p>When Ada found her way out of the woods, -and came again upon the green lawn, the young -deer was close by her side. As soon as Lion<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span> -saw the fawn, he gave a loud bark, and came -dashing toward the timid creature. But Ada -put her arm around its neck, and said,—</p> - -<p>“Don’t be afraid. Lion won’t hurt you. -Lion is a good dog.”</p> - -<p>And Lion seemed to understand the act of -Ada, for he stopped short before he reached -them, wagged his tail, and looked curiously at -the new companion which Ada had found. -First he walked round and round, as if the -whole matter was not clear to him. He had -chased deer in his time, and did not seem to -understand why he was not to sink his great -teeth into the tender flank of the gentle creature -that had followed his young mistress from -the woods. But he soon appeared to get light -on this difficult subject, for he came up to be -patted by Ada, and did not even growl at -the fawn, nor show any disposition to hurt -it.</p> - -<p>The fawn would not stay in the park after -this. Ada’s father had it taken back once or -twice, but before the day was gone it managed -to escape, and came to see its newly-found -friend. After this it was permitted to remain;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span> -and every day little Ada fed it with her own -hand. When others of the family approached, -the timid creature would start away; but when -Ada appeared, it came with confidence to her -side.</p> - -<p>Ada had a brother two years older than she -was. He was different from his sister in not -having her innocent mind and loving heart. -Sometimes he indulged in a cruel disposition, -and often he was ill-tempered. When William -saw the fawn he was delighted, and tried to -make friends with the gentle animal. But the -fawn was afraid of him, and when he tried to -come near would run away, or come up to Ada. -Then, if William put his hand on it to caress -it, the fawn would shrink closer to Ada, and -tremble. William did not like it because the -fawn would not be friends with him, and wondered -why it should be afraid of him, and not -of Ada. He did not think that it was because -Ada was so good, while he let evil tempers -come into his heart.</p> - -<p>“But how could the fawn know this?” ask -my young readers. “The fawn couldn’t see -what was in William’s heart.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span>No; for if it could have done so, it would -have been wiser than a human being. But all -good affections, let it be remembered, as well as -all evil affections, represent themselves in the -face, and picture themselves in the eyes; and -there is, besides, a sphere of what is good or -evil about every one, according to the heart’s -affections—just as the sphere of a rose is around -the flower in its odour, showing its quality. -Animals, as well as human beings, can read, by -a kind of instinct, the good or evil of any one -in his face, and perceive, by a mysterious sense, -the sphere of good or evil that surrounds -him.</p> - -<p>You do not clearly understand this, my -young reader; nevertheless it is so. If you -are good, others will know it at a glance, and -<i>feel</i> it when you come near them. And the -same will be the case if your hearts are -evil.</p> - -<p>Ada’s pet fawn stayed with her many months, -and nothing harmed it. The horns began to -push forth, like little knobs, from its head; -and afterwards it grew up to be a stately deer, -and was sent back to the park. Ada often<span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span> -went to see her favourite, which now had a -pair of beautiful branching antlers. It always -knew her, and would come up to her side and -lick her hand when she held it forth.</p> - -<p>Such power has love over even a brute -animal.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image025.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image026a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">How to Avoid a Quarrel.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image026b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“HERE! lend me your knife, Bill; I’ve -left mine in the house,” said Edgar -Harris to his younger brother. He -spoke in a rude voice, and his manner -was imperative.</p> - -<p>“No, I won’t! Go and get your own knife,” -replied William, in a tone quite as ungracious -as that in which the request, or rather command, -had been made.</p> - -<p>“I don’t wish to go into the house. Give -me your knife, I say. I only want it for a -minute.”</p> - -<p>“I never lend my knife, nor give it, either,” -returned William. “Get your own.”</p> - -<p>“You are the most disobliging fellow I ever<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span> -saw,” retorted Edgar angrily, rising up and -going into the house to get his own knife. -“Don’t ever ask me for a favour, for I’ll never -grant it.”</p> - -<p>This very unbrotherly conversation took place -just beneath the window near which Mr. Harris, -the father of the lads, was seated. He overheard -it all, and was grieved, as may be supposed, that -his sons should treat each other so unkindly. -But he said nothing to them then, nor did he -let them know that he heard the language that -had passed between them.</p> - -<p>In a little while Edgar returned, and as he -sat down in the place where he had been seated -before, he said,—</p> - -<p>“No thanks to you for your old knife! -Keep it to yourself, and welcome. I wouldn’t -use it now if you were to give it to me.”</p> - -<p>“I’m glad you are so independent,” retorted -William. “I hope you will always -be so.”</p> - -<p>And the boys fretted each other for some -time.</p> - -<p>On the next day, Edgar was building a house -with sticks, and William was rolling a hoop.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span> -By accident the hoop was turned from its right -course, and broke down a part of Edgar’s house. -William was just going to say how sorry he was -for the accident, and to offer to repair the damage -that was done, when his brother, with his -face red with passion, cried out,—</p> - -<p>“Just see what you have done! If you -don’t get away with your hoop, I’ll call father. -You did it on purpose.”</p> - -<p>“Do go and call him! I’ll go with you,” -said William, in a sneering, tantalizing tone. -“Come, come along now.”</p> - -<p>For a little while the boys stood and growled -at each other like two ill-natured dogs, and -then Edgar commenced repairing his house, and -William went on rolling his hoop again. The -latter was strongly tempted to repeat, in earnest, -what he had done at first by accident, by way -of retaliation upon his brother for his spiteful -manner toward him; but, being naturally of a -good disposition, and forgiving in his temper, -he soon forgot his bad feelings, and enjoyed his -play as much as he had done before.</p> - -<p>This little circumstance Mr. Harris had also -observed.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span>A day or two afterwards, Edgar came to his -father with a complaint against his brother.</p> - -<p>“I never saw such a boy,” he said. “He -will not do the least thing to oblige me. If I -ask him to lend me his knife, or ball, or anything -he has, he snaps me up short with a -refusal.”</p> - -<p>“Perhaps you don’t ask him right,” suggested -the father. “Perhaps you don’t speak -kindly to him. I hardly think that William -is ill-disposed and disobliging naturally. There -must be some fault on your part, I am sure.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know how I can be in fault, father,” -said Edgar.</p> - -<p>“William refused to let you have his knife, -the other day, although he was not using it -himself, did he not?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“Do you remember how you asked him for -it?”</p> - -<p>“No, sir, not now, particularly.”</p> - -<p>“Well, as I happened to overhear you, I can -repeat your words, though I hardly think I can -get your very tone and manner. Your words -were, ‘Here, lend me your knife, Bill!’ and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> -your voice and manner were exceedingly offensive. -I did not at all wonder that William refused -your request. If you had spoken to him -in a kind manner, I am sure he would have -handed you his knife instantly. But no one -likes to be ordered, in a domineering way, to do -anything at all. I know you would resent it -in William, as quickly as he resents it in you. -Correct your own fault, my son, and in a little -while you will have no complaint to make of -William.”</p> - -<p>Edgar felt rebuked. What his father said -he saw to be true.</p> - -<p>“Whenever you want William to do anything -for you,” continued the father, “use kind -words instead of harsh ones, and you will find -him as obliging as you could wish. I have observed -you both a good deal, and I notice that -you rarely ever speak to William in a proper -manner, but you are rude and overbearing. -Correct this evil in yourself, and all will be -right with him. Kind words are far more -powerful than harsh words, and their effect a -hundred-fold greater.”</p> - -<p>On the next day, as Edgar was at work in<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span> -the garden, and William standing at the gate -looking on, Edgar wanted a rake that was -in the summer-house. He was just going -to say, “Go and get me that rake, Bill!” -but he checked himself, and made his request -in a different form, and in a better -tone than those words would have been uttered -in.</p> - -<p>“Will you get me the small rake that lies in -the summer-house, William?” he said. The -words and tone involved a request, not a command, -and William instantly replied,—</p> - -<p>“Certainly;” and bounded away to get the -rake for his brother.</p> - -<p>“Thank you,” said Edgar, as he received the -rake.</p> - -<p>“Don’t you want the watering-pot?” asked -William.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I do; and you may bring it full of -water, if you please,” was the reply.</p> - -<p>Off William went for the watering-pot, and -soon returned with it full of water. As he stood -near one of Edgar’s flower-beds, he forgot himself, -and stepped back with his foot upon a bed -of pansies.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>“There! just look at you!” exclaimed Edgar, -thrown off his guard.</p> - -<p>William, who had felt drawn towards his -brother on account of his kind manner, was -hurt at this sudden change in his words and -tone. He was tempted to retort harshly, -and even to set his foot more roughly upon -the pansies. But he checked himself, and, -turning away, walked slowly from the garden.</p> - -<p>Edgar, who had repented of his rude words -and unkind manner the moment he had time -to think, was very sorry that he had been -thrown off his guard, and resolved to be more -careful in the future. And he was more careful. -The next time he spoke to his brother, -it was in a kind and gentle manner, and he -saw its effect. Since then, he has been watchful -over himself, and now he finds that William -is one of the most obliging boys anywhere to -be found.</p> - -<p>“So much for kind words, my son,” said his -father, on noticing the great change that had -taken place. “Never forget, throughout your -whole life, that kind words are far more potent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span> -than harsh ones. I have found them so, and -you have already proved the truth of what I -say.”</p> - -<p>And so will every one who tries them. Make -the experiment, young friends, and you will find -it to succeed in every case.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image033.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image034a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Broken Doll.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image034b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">NEARLY all the unhappiness that exists -in the world has its origin in the -want of a proper control over the -desires and passions. This is as true -in childhood as in more advanced -age. Children are unhappy because they do -not possess many things they see; and too -often, in endeavouring to obtain what they -have no right to, they make themselves still -more unhappy. A spirit of covetousness is as -bad a spirit as can come into the heart; and -whoever has this spirit for a guest, cannot but -be, most of his time, very miserable.</p> - -<p>Albert Hawkins, I am sorry to say, had -given place in his heart to this evil spirit of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span> -covetousness. Almost everything he saw he -desired to possess. Had it not been for this, -Albert would have been a very good boy. He -learned his lessons well, was obedient and attentive -at school and at home, and did not -take delight in hurting or annoying dumb animals -and insects, as too many boys do. But -his restless desire to have whatever he saw -marred all this, and produced much unhappiness -in his own mind, as well as in the minds -of his parents.</p> - -<p>One day, on coming home from school, he -found his sister Ellen playing with a large new -doll that her father had bought for her.</p> - -<p>“Oh, isn’t it beautiful!” he exclaimed. -“Where did you get it? Let me have it to -look at.”</p> - -<p>And Albert caught hold of the doll and almost -forced it out of the hands of Ellen, who -resigned it with great reluctance. He then sat -down and held it in his lap, while Ellen stood -by, half in tears. She had only had it about -an hour, and she could not bear to let it go -from her. Albert, in his selfish desire to hold -in his hands the beautiful doll, did not think of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span> -how much pleasure he was depriving his sister, -who patiently waited minute after minute to -have it restored to her. At last, seeing that -her brother still kept possession of the doll, she -said, gently and kindly,—</p> - -<p>“Won’t you give it to me now?” and she -put out her hand to take it as she spoke.</p> - -<p>But Albert pushed her hand quickly away, -and said,—</p> - -<p>“No, no; I’ve not done with it yet.”</p> - -<p>Ellen looked disappointed. But she waited -still longer.</p> - -<p>“Now, brother, give me my doll, won’t -you?” she said.</p> - -<p>“Don’t be so selfish about your doll,” answered -Albert, rudely. “You shall have it -after a while, when I’ve done with it.”</p> - -<p>Ellen now felt so vexed that she could not -keep from crying. As soon as Albert saw the -tears falling over her face, and heard her sob, -he became angry, and throwing the doll upon -the floor, exclaimed in a harsh voice,—</p> - -<p>“There! Take your ugly old doll, if you -are so selfish about it!”</p> - -<p>As the beautiful figure struck the floor, one<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> -of its delicate hands broke off from the wrist. -But even a sight of the injury he had done -did not soften the heart of Albert, who left -the room feeling very angry towards his sister. -He was trying to amuse himself in the -yard, about half an hour afterwards, when his -mother, who had been out, called to him -from the door. He went up to her, and she -said,—</p> - -<p>“Albert, how came the hand of Ellen’s new -doll broken? Do you know? I have asked -her about it; but the only answer I can get -from her is in tears.”</p> - -<p>Albert’s eyes fell immediately to the ground, -while his face became red.</p> - -<p>“I hope you did not break it!” the mother -said, pained to see this confusion manifested by -her boy.</p> - -<p>Now Albert, although of a covetous disposition, -never told a lie. He was a truthful boy, -and that was much in his favour. To lie is -most wicked and despicable. There is no -meaner character than a liar.</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am, I broke it,” he replied, without -any equivocation.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span>“How did you do that, Albert?” asked his -mother.</p> - -<p>“Ellen would not let me hold it, and I got -angry and threw it upon the floor. I didn’t -mean to break it.”</p> - -<p>At this confession, Albert’s mother was very -much grieved.</p> - -<p>“But what right had you to Ellen’s doll?” -she asked.</p> - -<p>“I wanted to hold it.”</p> - -<p>“But it was your sister’s, not yours; and -if she did not wish you to have it, that was -no reason why you should get angry and -break it.”</p> - -<p>“But, indeed, mother, I didn’t mean to break -it.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t suppose you did. I should be very -sorry to think you were so wicked. Still, you -have been guilty of a great wrong to your sister; -and to this you have no doubt been led -by indulging in that covetous spirit of which I -have so often talked to you, and which, if not -overcome, may lead you into some great evil -when you become a man. But tell me just -how it happened.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>And Albert truthfully related what had -passed.</p> - -<p>“I cannot tell you how much all this grieves -me,” his mother said. “Ellen never interferes -with your pleasures, and never covets your -playthings nor books, but you give her no -peace with anything she has. If your father -brings each of you home a book, yours is -thrown aside in a few moments, and you want -to look at hers. It is this covetous spirit—this -desiring to have what belongs to another—that -leads to stealing; and unless you put -it away from your heart, you will be in great -danger of more temptations than now assail -you. Poor Ellen! Her heart is almost broken -about her doll.”</p> - -<p>“I am very sorry, mother,” replied Albert -in a penitent voice. “I wish I hadn’t touched -her doll. Don’t you think it can be mended? -Can’t I buy her a new hand for it? I will -take the money out of my box.”</p> - -<p>“We will see about that, my dear. If you -can restore the hand, I think it is your duty -to do so. It will be nothing but simple justice, -and we should all be just one towards another<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span> -in little as well as in great things. But your -first duty is to go to Ellen and try to comfort -her in her affliction, for it is a great grief for -her to have her beautiful doll broken. I found -her just now crying bitterly.”</p> - -<p>All Albert’s better feelings came back into -his heart. He felt very sorry for Ellen, and -went in immediately to the room where she -was. He found her with her head leaning -down upon a table, weeping.</p> - -<p>“Sister Ellen!” he said, speaking earnestly, -“I am so sorry I broke your doll’s hand. -Don’t cry, and I will take money out of my -box, and buy you a new hand for it.”</p> - -<p>Albert’s voice was so kind, and so full of -sympathy, that Ellen felt better in a moment. -She lifted her head from the table and looked -round into her brother’s face.</p> - -<p>“You will forgive me, won’t you, sister?” -he said. “I was angry and wicked, but I am -very sorry, and will try and never trouble you -any more. After dinner we will go out, and -see if we can’t find another hand, and I will -buy it for you out of my own money.”</p> - -<p>Ellen’s tears all dried up; and she said in a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span> -kind, gentle way, that she forgave her brother. -After dinner they went out together, and Albert -found a new hand, and bought it for his -sister. The doll is now as good as it was before; -and what is better, Albert has learned to -restrain his covetous spirit, and to leave Ellen -happy in the enjoyment of what is her own.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image041.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image042a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">Harsh Words and Kind Words.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image042b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">WILLIAM BAKER, and his brother -Thomas, and sister Ellen, were -playing on the green lawn in front -of their mother’s door, when a lad -named Henry Green came along -the road, and seeing the children enjoying -themselves, opened the gate and came in. He -was rather an ill-natured boy, and generally -took more pleasure in teasing and annoying -others than in being happy with them. When -William saw him coming in through the gate, -he called to him and said, in a harsh way,—</p> - -<p>“You may just keep out, Henry Green, and -go about your business! We don’t want you -here.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>But Henry did not in the least regard what -William said. He came directly forward, and -joined in the sport as freely as if he had been -invited instead of repulsed. In a little while -he began to pull Ellen about rudely, and to -push Thomas so as nearly to throw them down -upon the grass.</p> - -<p>“Go home, Henry Green! Nobody sent for -you! Nobody wants you here!” said William -Baker, in an angry tone.</p> - -<p>It was of no use, however. William might -as well have spoken to the wind. His words -were unheeded by Henry, whose conduct became -ruder and more offensive.</p> - -<p>Mrs. Baker, who sat at the window, saw and -heard all that was passing. As soon as she -could catch the eye of her excited son, she -beckoned him to come to her, which he -promptly did.</p> - -<p>“Try kind words on him,” she said; -“you will find them more powerful than harsh -words. You spoke very harshly to Henry -when he came in, and I was sorry to hear -it.”</p> - -<p>“It won’t do any good, mother. He’s a rude,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span> -bad boy, and I wish he would stay at home. -Won’t you make him go home?”</p> - -<p>“First go and speak to him in a gentler way -than you did just now. Try to subdue him -with kindness.”</p> - -<p>William felt that he had been wrong in letting -his angry feelings express themselves in -angry words. So he left his mother and went -down upon the lawn, where Henry was amusing -himself by trying to trip up the children -with a long stick, as they ran about on the -green.</p> - -<p>“Henry,” he said, cheerfully and pleasantly, -“if you were fishing in the river, and I were -to come and throw stones in where your line -fell, and scare away all the fish, would you like -it?”</p> - -<p>“No, I should not,” replied the lad.</p> - -<p>“It wouldn’t be kind in me?”</p> - -<p>“No, of course it wouldn’t.”</p> - -<p>“Well, now, Henry”—William tried to smile -and to speak very pleasantly—“we are playing -here and trying to enjoy ourselves. Is it right -for you to come and interrupt us by tripping -up our feet, pulling us about, and pushing us<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> -down? I am sure you will not think so if you -reflect a moment. So don’t do it any more, -Henry.”</p> - -<p>“No, I will not,” replied Henry promptly. -“I am sorry that I disturbed you. I didn’t -think what I was doing. And now I remember, -father told me not to stay, and I must run -home.”</p> - -<p>So Henry Green went quickly away, and -the children were left to enjoy themselves.</p> - -<p>“Didn’t I tell you that kind words were -more powerful than harsh words, William?” -said his mother, after Henry had gone away. -“When we speak harshly to our fellows, we -arouse their angry feelings, and then evil spirits -have power over them; but when we speak -kindly, we affect them with gentleness, and -good spirits flow into this latter state, and -excite in them better thoughts and intentions. -How quickly Henry changed, when you changed -your manner and the character of your language. -Do not forget this, my son. Do not forget -that kind words have double the power of harsh -ones.”</p> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image046a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">A Noble Act.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image046b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“WHAT have you there, boys?” asked -Captain Bland.</p> - -<p>“A ship,” replied one of the lads -who were passing the captain’s neat -cottage.</p> - -<p>“A ship! Let me see;” and the captain took -the little vessel, and examined it with as much -fondness as a child does a pretty toy. “Very -fair indeed; who made it?”</p> - -<p>“I did,” replied one of the boys.</p> - -<p>“You, indeed! Do you mean to be a sailor, -Harry?”</p> - -<p>“I don’t know. I want father to get me -into the navy.”</p> - -<p>“As a midshipman?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>Captain Bland shook his head.</p> - -<p>“Better be a farmer, a physician, or a merchant.”</p> - -<p>“Why so, captain?” asked Harry.</p> - -<p>“All these are engaged in the doing of things -directly useful to society.”</p> - -<p>“But I am sure, captain, that those who -defend us against our enemies, and protect all -who are engaged in commerce from wicked -pirates, are doing what is useful to society.”</p> - -<p>“Their use, my lad,” replied Captain Bland, -“is certainly a most important one; but we -may call it rather negative than positive. The -civilian is engaged in building up and sustaining -society in doing good, through his active -employment, to his fellow-men. But military -and naval officers do not produce anything; -they only protect and defend.”</p> - -<p>“But if they did not protect and defend, -captain, evil men would destroy society. It -would be of no use for the civilian to endeavour -to build up, if there were none to fight -against the enemies of the state.”</p> - -<p>“Very true, my lad. The brave defender of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> -his country cannot be dispensed with, and we -give him all honour. Still, the use of defence -and protection is not so high as the use of -building up and sustaining. The thorn that -wounds the hand stretched forth to pluck the -flower is not so much esteemed, nor of so much -worth, as the blossom it was meant to guard. -Still, the thorn performs a great use. Precisely -a similar use does the soldier or naval officer -perform to society; and it will be for you, my -lad, to decide as to which position you would -rather fill.”</p> - -<p>“I never thought of that, captain,” said one -of the lads. “But I can see clearly how it is. -And yet I think those men who risk their lives -for us in war, deserve great honour. They -leave their homes, and remain away, sometimes -for years, deprived of all the comforts and blessings -that civilians enjoy, suffering frequently -great hardships, and risking their lives to defend -their country from her enemies.”</p> - -<p>“It is all as you say,” replied Captain Bland; -“and they do, indeed, deserve great honour. -Their calling is one that exposes them to imminent -peril, and requires them to make many<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span> -sacrifices; and they encounter not this peril -and sacrifice for their own good, but for the -good of others. Their lives do not pass so -evenly as do the lives of men who spend their -days in the peaceful pursuits of business, art, -or literature; and we could hardly wonder if -they lost some of the gentler attributes of the -human heart. In some cases this is so; but, -in very many cases, the reverse is true. We -find the man who goes fearlessly into battle, -and there, in defence of his country, deals -death and destruction unsparingly upon her -enemies, acting, when occasion offers, from the -most humane sentiments, and jeopardizing his -life to save the life of a single individual. Let -me relate to you a true story in illustration of -what I say.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“When the unhappy war that was waged -by the American troops in Mexico broke out, a -lieutenant in the navy, who had a quiet berth -at Washington, felt it to be his duty to go to -the scene of strife, and therefore asked to be -ordered to the Gulf of Mexico. His request -was complied with, and he received orders to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span> -go on board the steamer <i>Mississippi</i>, Commodore -Perry, then about to sail from Norfolk to Vera -Cruz.</p> - -<p>“Soon after the <i>Mississippi</i> arrived out, and -before the city and castle were taken, a terrible -‘norther’ sprung up, and destroyed much shipping -in the harbour. One vessel, on which -were a number of passengers, was thrown high -upon a reef; and when morning broke, the -heavy sea was making a clear breach through -her. She lay about a mile from the <i>Mississippi</i>, -and it soon became known on board the -steamer that a mother and her infant were -in the wreck, and that, unless succour came -speedily, they would perish. The lieutenant -of whom I speak immediately ordered out a -boat’s crew, and although the sea was rolling -tremendously, and the ‘norther’ still blowing -a hurricane, started to the rescue. Right -in the teeth of the wind were the men compelled -to pull their boat, and so slowly did they -proceed that it took more than two hours to -gain the wreck.</p> - -<p>“At one time they actually gave up, and the -oars lay inactive in their hands. At this crisis,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> -the brave but humane officer, pointing with one -hand to the fortress of San Juan de Ulloa, -upon which a fire had already commenced, and -with the other to the wreck, exclaimed, with -noble enthusiasm,—</p> - -<p>“‘Pull away, men! I would rather save the -life of that woman and her child, than have the -honour of taking the castle!’</p> - -<p>“Struck by the noble, unselfish, and truly -humane feelings of their officer, the crew bent -with new vigour to their oars. In a little while -the wreck was gained, and the brave lieutenant -had the pleasure of receiving into his arms -the almost inanimate form of the woman, who -had been lashed to the deck, and over whom -the waves had been beating, at intervals, all -night.</p> - -<p>“In writing home to his friends, after the -excitement of the adventure was over, the -officer spoke of the moment when he rescued -that mother and child from the wreck as the -proudest of his life.</p> - -<p>“Afterwards he took part in the bombardment -of Vera Cruz, and had command, in turn, -of the naval battery, where he faithfully and<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span> -energetically performed his duty as an officer -in the service of his country. He was among -the first of those who entered the captured city; -but pain, not pleasure, filled his mind, as he -looked around and saw death and destruction on -every hand. The arms of his country had been -successful; the officer had bravely contributed -his part in the work; but he frankly owns -that he experienced far more delight in saving -the woman he had borne from the wreck, than -he could have felt had he been the commander -of the army that reduced the city.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“Wherever duty calls, my lads,” concluded -the captain, “you will find that brave officer. -He will never shrink from the post of danger, -if his country have need of him, nor will he -ever be deaf to the appeal of humanity; but so -long as he is a true man, just so long will he -delight more in saving than in destroying.”</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image053a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">Emma Lee and her Sixpence.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image053b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">EMMA’S aunt had given her a sixpence, -and now the question was, what -should she buy with it?</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you what I will do, -mother,” she said, changing her mind -for the tenth time.</p> - -<p>“Well, dear, what have you determined upon -now?”</p> - -<p>“I’ll save my sixpence until I get a good -many more, and then I’ll buy me a handsome -wax doll. Wouldn’t you do that, mother, if -you were me?”</p> - -<p>“If I were you, I suppose I should do just -as you will,” replied Emma’s mother, smiling.</p> - -<p>“But, mother, don’t you think that would<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> -be a nice way to do? I get a good many -pennies and sixpences, you know, and could -soon save enough to buy me a beautiful wax -doll.”</p> - -<p>“I think it would be better,” said Mrs. -Lee, “for you to save up your money and buy -something worth having.”</p> - -<p>“Isn’t a large wax doll worth having?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes; for a little girl like you.”</p> - -<p>“Then I’ll save up my money, until I get -enough to buy me a doll as big as Sarah Johnson’s.”</p> - -<p>In about an hour afterwards, Emma came to -her mother, and said,—</p> - -<p>“I’ve just thought what I will do with my -sixpence. I saw such a beautiful book at a -shop yesterday! It was full of pictures, and -the price was just sixpence. I’ll buy that book.”</p> - -<p>“But didn’t you say, a little while ago, that -you were going to save your money until you -had enough to buy a doll?”</p> - -<p>“I know I did, mother; but I didn’t think -about the book then. And it will take so long -before I can save up money enough to get a new -doll. I think I will buy the book.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span>“Very well, dear,” replied Mrs. Lee.</p> - -<p>Not long after, Emma changed her mind -again.</p> - -<p>On the next day her mother said to her,—</p> - -<p>“Your aunt Mary is very ill, and I am going -to see her. Do you wish to go with me?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother, I should like to go. I am so -sorry that aunt Mary is ill. What ails her?”</p> - -<p>“She is never very well, and the least cold -makes her worse. The last time she was here -she took cold.”</p> - -<p>As they were about leaving the house, Emma -said,—</p> - -<p>“I’ll take my sixpence with me, and spend -it, mother.”</p> - -<p>“What are you going to buy?” asked Mrs. -Lee.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know,” replied Emma. “Sometimes -I think I will buy some cakes; and then -I think I will get a whole sixpence worth of -cream candy—I like it so.”</p> - -<p>“Have you forgotten the book?”</p> - -<p>“Oh no. Sometimes I think I will buy the -book. Indeed, I don’t know what to buy.”</p> - -<p>In this undecided state of mind, Emma<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span> -started with her mother to see her aunt. They -had not gone far before they met a poor woman -with some very pretty bunches of flowers for -sale. She carried them on a tray. She stopped -before Mrs. Lee and her little girl, and asked if -they would not buy some flowers.</p> - -<p>“How much are they a bunch?” asked -Emma.</p> - -<p>“Sixpence,” replied the woman.</p> - -<p>“Mother, I’ll tell you what I will do with -my sixpence,” said Emma, her face brightening -with the thought that came into her mind. “I -will buy a bunch of flowers for aunt Mary. -You know how she loves flowers. Can’t I do -it, mother?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes, dear. Do it, by all means, if you -think you can give up the nice cream candy or -the picture book for the sake of gratifying your -aunt.”</p> - -<p>Emma did not hesitate a moment, but selected -a very handsome bunch of flowers, and paid her -sixpence to the woman with a feeling of real -pleasure.</p> - -<p>Aunt Mary was very much pleased with the -bouquet Emma brought her.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>“The sight of these flowers, and their delightful -perfume, really makes me feel better,” -she said, after she had held them in her hand -for a little while. “I am very much obliged -to my niece for thinking of me.”</p> - -<p>That evening Emma looked up from a book -which her mother had bought her as they returned -home from aunt Mary’s, and with which -she had been much entertained, and said,—</p> - -<p>“I think the spending of my sixpence gave -me a double pleasure.”</p> - -<p>“How so, dear?” asked Mrs. Lee.</p> - -<p>“I made aunt happy, and the flower-woman -too. Didn’t you notice how pleased the flower-woman -looked? I shouldn’t wonder if she had -little children at home, and thought about the -bread that sixpence would buy them when I -paid it to her. Don’t you think she did?”</p> - -<p>“I cannot tell that, Emma,” replied her -mother; “but I shouldn’t at all wonder if it -were as you suppose. And so it gives you -pleasure to think you have made others happy?”</p> - -<p>“Indeed it does.”</p> - -<p>“Acts of kindness,” replied Emma’s mother, -“always produce a feeling of pleasure. This<span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span> -every one may know. And it is the purest and -truest pleasure we experience in this world. -Try and remember this little incident of the -flowers as long as you live, my child; and let -the thought of it remind you that every act of -self-denial brings to the one who makes it a -sweet delight.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image058.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image059a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Timely Aid.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image059b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“TAKE care of that wolf, my son,” said -Mrs. Maylie to a boy about twelve -years old, who had come from -school in a very ill humour with -a playmate, and kept saying harsh -things about him, which were but oral evidences -of the unkind feelings he cherished -within.</p> - -<p>“What wolf, mother?” asked Alfred, looking -up with surprise.</p> - -<p>“The wolf in your heart. Have you already -forgotten what I told you last evening about -the wild beasts within you?”</p> - -<p>“But you told us too,” spoke up little Emily, -“about the innocent lambs. There are gentle<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> -and good animals in us, as well as fierce and -evil ones.”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes. Good affections are the innocent -animals of your hearts, and evil affections the -cruel beasts of prey that are lurking there, ever -ready, if you will permit them, to rise up and -destroy your good affections. Take care, my -children, how you permit the wild beasts to -rage. In a moment that you know not, they -may ravage some sweet spot.”</p> - -<p>“But what did you mean by saying that -there was a <i>wolf</i> in brother Alfred? Tell us -the meaning of that, mother.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, do, mother,” joined in Alfred, whose -ill humour had already begun to subside. “I -want to know what the wolf in my heart -means.”</p> - -<p>“Do you know anything about the nature -of wolves?” asked Mrs. Maylie.</p> - -<p>“They are very cruel, and love to seize and -eat up dear little innocent lambs,” said Emily.</p> - -<p>“Yes, my children, their nature is cruel, and -they prey upon innocent creatures. Until now, -Alfred, you have always loved to be with your -playmate, William Jarvis.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span>Alfred was silent.</p> - -<p>“Was it not so, my dear?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am; I used to like him.”</p> - -<p>“Frequently you would get from me a fine -large apple, or a choice flower from the garden, -to present to him. But the tender and innocent -feelings that prompted you to do this have -perished. Some wolf has rushed in and destroyed -them. Is it not so?”</p> - -<p>Alfred sat in thoughtful silence.</p> - -<p>“Think, my son,” continued Mrs. Maylie, -“how innocent, like gentle lambs, were your -feelings until now. When you thought of -William, it was with kindness. When you -played by his side, it was with a warm, even -tender regard. But it is not so now. Some -beast of prey has devoured these lambs—these -innocent creatures that sported in your bosom. -If the angry, raging wolf has not eaten them -up, where are they? Before you permitted -yourself to feel anger against William, gentle -creatures leaped about happily in your breast; -but you feel them no longer—only the wolf is -there. Will you let him still rage, and devour -your lambs, or will you drive him out?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>“I will drive him out, mother, if I can. How -shall I do it?” Alfred said earnestly, and with -a troubled look.</p> - -<p>“By resisting him even unto the death. You -have the power. You have weapons that will -prevail. Try to forget the fault of William; -try to excuse him; think of his good qualities; -and assure yourself of what I know to be true—that -he never meant to offend you. If the -angry wolf growl in your bosom, thrust bravely -at him, as you would, were you, weapon in -hand, defending a sheepfold; and he will and -must retire, or die at your feet. Then innocent -lambs will again be seen, and their sports -delight your heart. Then you will feel no -more anger towards your young friend, but love -instead.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t think I am angry with William, -mother,” Alfred said.</p> - -<p>“But you were just now.”</p> - -<p>“Yes; but the wolf is no longer in my heart,” -the boy replied smiling. “He has been driven -out.”</p> - -<p>“And innocent creatures can now sport there -unharmed. I am glad of it. Do not again,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> -Alfred, do not any of you, my children, permit -ravenous beasts to prey upon the lambs of your -flocks. Fly from them in as much terror as you -would fly from the presence of a wolf, a tiger, -or a lion, were one to meet you in a forest. -They are equally hurtful—one injures the body, -the other the soul.”</p> - -<p>“Tell us now, mother, about the wolf -that had nearly killed uncle Harper when -he was a little boy no bigger than me,” spoke -up Charley, the youngest of Mrs. Maylie’s treasures.</p> - -<p>“Oh yes, mother, tell us all about it,” said -Alfred.</p> - -<p>“I’ve told you that very often,” the mother -returned.</p> - -<p>“But we want to hear it again. Tell it to -us; won’t you, mother?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, certainly. Many years ago, when I -was a little girl not bigger than Emily, we lived -at the foot of a high mountain, in a wild, unsettled -country. There were but few neighbours, -and they were at great distances from -us. At that time bears, wolves, and panthers -were in the region where we lived, and often<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span> -destroyed the sheep of the settlers, and otherwise -annoyed them. The men used frequently -to go out and hunt them, and kill -off these their forest enemies in great numbers.</p> - -<p>“One day, when your uncle Harper was -about five years old, our father took us in his -waggon to visit a neighbour about six miles up -among the mountains. This neighbour had a -little boy just Harper’s age, and they were -together in the garden and about the house -all the morning. After dinner, they were -dressed up nicely, and again went out to -play.</p> - -<p>“‘Come,’ said Harper’s companion, ‘let us go -and see brother Allen’s bird-trap. He caught -three pheasants yesterday. Maybe we’ll find -one in it to-day.’</p> - -<p>“Harper was very willing to go. And so -they started right into the woods; for the forest -came up close to the house, and went off quite -out of sight. They had not been gone long -before a neighbour, who lived about a mile off, -came over to say that a very large wolf had -been seen a few hours before.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>“‘Where is Harper?’ my mother asked -quickly, going to the door and looking out.</p> - -<p>“‘I saw him a little while ago, playing about -here with Johnny,’ some one replied.</p> - -<p>“‘But where is he now?’ and our mother -went out of doors, looking all around the house -and in the garden.</p> - -<p>“‘They’ve gone off to my bird-trap, without -doubt,’ said Allen, a stout boy about sixteen -years of age. ‘Johnny has been there several -times within a day or two.’</p> - -<p>“‘Do run and see,’ urged our mother. Allen -took up his gun and started off quickly towards -the place where he had set his bird-trap. Two -or three took other directions; for, now that it -was known a wolf had been seen, all were -alarmed at the absence of the children. In about -five minutes after Allen had left the house, we -were startled by the sharp crack of a rifle in -the direction he had taken. For the next five -minutes we waited in dreadful suspense; then -we were gladdened by the sight of Allen, bringing -home the two children. But when we heard -all that had occurred, we trembled from head -to foot. Allen had gone quickly towards the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span> -place where he expected to find the little truants. -When he came in sight of the trap, he -saw them on the ground close to it, and was -just going to call out to them to take care or -they would spring it, when the dark body of a -large wolf came quickly in between him and -the children. There was not a moment to be -lost; if the cruel beast reached them, destruction -would be inevitable. Quickly presenting -his rifle, he took a steady aim and fired. A -fierce howl answered the report: as the smoke -arose from before his eyes, he saw the ‘gaunt -gray robber’ of the wilderness rolling upon the -ground. The bullet had sped with unerring -certainty.</p> - -<p>“How thankful we were,” added Mrs. Maylie, -“when, knowing how great had been the -danger, we saw the children safe from all -harm!”</p> - -<p>“Does uncle Harper remember it?” asked -Charley.</p> - -<p>“Yes; he says he can just remember something -about it; but he was a very little boy -then.”</p> - -<p>“That was a <i>real</i> wolf,” remarked Emily;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> -“but the wolves, and tigers, and lambs you -have been telling us about are not real, are -they? Real animals can’t live in us.”</p> - -<p>“If there was nothing real about them, could -they hurt you, dear?”</p> - -<p>“No.”</p> - -<p>“But the wolves I spoke about do hurt you. -Must they not be real then?”</p> - -<p>“Not real like the big hairy wolf I saw at -the show?”</p> - -<p>“Oh no; not real like that; not clothed in -flesh; but still real, so far as power to harm -you is concerned: and surely that is reality -enough. Don’t you think so?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, real that way. But still,” Alfred -said, “I can’t understand how a real wolf can -be in me; for a wolf is much bigger than I -am.”</p> - -<p>“But I don’t mean a flesh and blood wolf, -but something in you that partakes of the -wolf’s cruel nature, and, like the wolf, seeks to -destroy all in you that is good, and harmless, -and innocent. There may be in you something -that corresponds to the fierce nature of -the wolf, and something that corresponds to the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> -gentle nature of the lamb. Both of these cannot -be active at the same time. If you let the -wolf rule, your gentle lambs, as I before told -you, will be destroyed.”</p> - -<p>The children now understood their mother -better, though they could not clearly comprehend -all that was meant by the wild beasts -and innocent creatures of the human heart.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image068.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image069a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Double Fault.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image046b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - - -<p class="drop-cap">“WHY, Arthur,” exclaimed Mrs. Mason, -on coming into the room where she -had left her two boys playing, and -finding one of them there with a -bunch of flowers in his hand; “how -came you to pull my flowers? Haven’t I positively -forbidden you to do so?”</p> - -<p>“I did not do it, mother. I did not do it. -It was John.”</p> - -<p>“Where is John?”</p> - -<p>“He’s in the yard.”</p> - -<p>“Call him in,” said Mrs. Mason.</p> - -<p>While Arthur was at the window calling to -his brother, Mr. Mason, the father, came into -the room.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span>“John has been pulling my flowers. Isn’t -it too bad that a boy as big as he is should -have so little consideration? They were coming -out into bloom beautifully.”</p> - -<p>Just then John entered, with a bunch of -flowers also in his hand.</p> - -<p>“John, how came you to pull my flowers?” -said Mrs. Mason. “You knew it was wrong.”</p> - -<p>“I did not think, when I pulled off a rosebud -and two or three larkspurs,” replied John.</p> - -<p>“Two or three larkspurs and a rosebud! -Why, your hand is full of flowers.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but William Jones gave me all but the -larkspurs and the rosebud. Indeed, mother, I -didn’t touch any more; and I am sorry I took -them; but I forgot that it was wrong when I -did so.”</p> - -<p>“But Arthur says you pulled that large bunch -in his hand.”</p> - -<p>“Arthur knows I didn’t. He knows he -pulled them himself, and that I told him he’d -better not do it; but he said he’d as much -right to the flowers as I had.”</p> - -<p>Mr. and Mrs. Mason both looked at Arthur -in surprise and displeasure. His countenance<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span> -showed that he had been guilty of wrongly -accusing his brother.</p> - -<p>“Is it true that you did pull the flowers, -Arthur?” asked his mother.</p> - -<p>But Arthur was silent.</p> - -<p>“Speak, sir!” said the father sternly. “Did -you pull the flowers?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, sir.”</p> - -<p>“And then falsely accused your brother of -the wrong you had done. That my boy should -be guilty of an evil act like this! I could not -have believed it. It is a wicked thing to tell -a lie to hide a fault, simply; but falsely to -accuse another of what we have ourselves done, -is still more wicked. Can it be possible that a -son of mine has fallen so low? It grieves me -to the heart.”</p> - -<p>Mr. Mason spoke as he felt. He was deeply -grieved. Nothing had occurred for a long time -that so hurt him. He loved honesty and truth; -but how opposite to both had been the conduct -of his boy!</p> - -<p>“Go up to your chamber, and stay there -until I see you or send for you,” he said; and -Arthur retired in shame from the presence of his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> -parents, and the brother he had so meanly attempted -to injure. Of course he felt very unhappy. -How could he feel otherwise? The -rebuking words of his father fell like heavy -blows upon his heart, and the pain they occasioned -was for a long time severely felt.</p> - -<p>What punishment the parents thought it -right to inflict upon Arthur we do not know; -but, no doubt, he was punished in some way, as -he deserved. And besides this, he had the still -severer punishment which always follows that -meanest fault of which any one can be guilty—that -of accusing another and innocent person -of what we have ourselves done.</p> - -<p>Bad as this fault is, it is, alas! too common. -But no manly, honest-minded, truthful boy will -be betrayed into it. To the better impulses of -our young readers who have been so wicked -as to fall into this sin, either from sudden impulse -or deliberate purpose, we would earnestly -appeal, and beg of them to think more wisely -and act more justly in the future. No cause is -ever made better, but always worse, by a falsehood. -Even where detection does not follow, -suspicion is almost always created; for it is impossible<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> -for a boy to tell a lie without betraying -it in the face or voice, and causing a doubt -to pass through the minds of his parents, and set -them to making inquiry into the truth or falsehood -of what he has stated.</p> - -<p>Truth—the open, bold, honest truth—is always -the best, always the wisest, always the -safest for every one, in any and all circumstances. -Let no boy deviate from it, even though he have -been guilty of a fault. Better—a thousand -times better—is it to own to the wrong, and -keep a clear conscience.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image073.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image074a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">A Story about a Dog.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image059b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“TELL us a story, father, before we go to -bed,” said a little boy, who spoke for -two brothers as well as for himself.</p> - -<p>“What shall it be about?” asked -Mr. Melville, their father.</p> - -<p>“Oh, about a dog. I love to hear stories -about dogs.”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes! let it be about a dog.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, papa, let it be about a dog,” ran -through the circle of children.</p> - -<p>“Wouldn’t you rather hear a story about -the innocent lamb; the pure, snow-white lamb -that sports in the green meadows?” said the -father. “Dogs are evil animals.”</p> - -<p>“Oh no, father! dogs are not evil animals.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span> -You don’t call our Carlo an evil animal? He’s -a good, kind, generous dog. Didn’t he save -the life of Mr. Graham’s little Harry, when he -fell into the river? And doesn’t he love us, -and go with us everywhere? And didn’t he -jump on Mr. Parker’s Nero and beat him, -when he flew out at us as we were passing, -and was going to bite us? I am sure -Carlo is a good dog. He watches our house at -night, and keeps all the robbers away.”</p> - -<p>“Carlo is one of the better class of dogs,” -said Mr. Melville. “Many of these animals -have generous qualities, and can be taught by -man to perform many good acts; but I hardly -think the dog can be called a good animal, like -the noble horse or the useful cow and sheep. -These serve man in a great variety of ways, -and do not, even in their wild state, prey upon -other animals, or attack and injure man as the -dog will. The only use of the dog is for a -protection against evil; and he is able to do -this from something in him that is cruel and -destructive. But I own that in some dogs -there are to be found many noble and generous -qualities; but these they derive from long association<span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span> -with man, and from being employed -by him from one generation to another in doing -useful things. The dogs of St. Bernard, of -which you have so often read, are noble specimens -of this improved race. So are the Newfoundland -dogs. But still they are not good -and innocent,—like sheep, for instance, or cows, -or like the gentle dove. Those are truly innocent -animals, and correspond in nature to certain -good affections in our minds.”</p> - -<p>But the children still thought that Carlo -must be a good animal, and insisted that it was -so, and upon having a story about a dog instead -of a lamb.</p> - -<p>“Very well,” said Mr. Melville: “I will tell -you a story about a dog, and a very interesting -one it is too. I heard it or read about it somewhere -recently, but I cannot now tell where.”</p> - -<p>“Tell it, father, do tell it,” urged the children.</p> - -<p>Mr. Melville then told the following story:—</p> - -<p>“There was a boy,—we will call his name -Thomas,—whose father bought him a fine horse, -upon which he used to ride out almost every -day, accompanied by a large Newfoundland dog<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> -named Bruno. One day Thomas had his horse -brought out for a ride, and after he had mounted -the animal, he whistled for Bruno, who was -lying on a mat in front of the house. But -Bruno only wagged his tail. He did not even -lift his head from between his fore paws, -although his dark bright eyes were fixed upon -his young master. ‘Come, Bruno, come!’ -called Thomas. But the dog only wagged his -tail more quickly. ‘You are a lazy fellow, -Bruno,’ said Thomas, in a half-chiding, disappointed -tone. ‘I shan’t half enjoy my ride -unless you come.’ And he whistled loud for -Bruno, as he gave his horse the rein and trotted -off. Although he looked back and called for -Bruno many times, as he rode away, the dog -evinced no disposition to follow him.</p> - -<p>“It was near sunset, and the father and -mother of Thomas were sitting in front of their -door, enjoying the cool refreshing air. Bruno -still lay upon the mat, and seemed to be sleeping.</p> - -<p>“‘I wonder why that dog didn’t go with -Thomas?’ said the father, looking at Bruno.</p> - -<p>“‘He’s lazy to-day,’ replied the mother.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span> -‘Thomas called him, and tried his best to get -him off with him, as usual, but Bruno never -stirred.’</p> - -<p>“On hearing his name, the dog rose up, and -came and rubbed himself against his master, -who patted him kindly upon the head. While -standing thus by his master’s side, Bruno all at -once pricked up his ears and rose, and seemed -all attention. Almost at the same instant the -father of Thomas heard the distant clattering -of a horse’s hoofs, which drew nearer every -moment. He arose quickly; as he did so, -Bruno gave a short, uneasy bark, and went a -few steps towards the road, holding his head -very high, and looking first in one direction and -then in another. This suspense did not continue -long. In less than a minute from the -time the first distant sound was heard, they -saw the horse of Thomas come dashing down -the road at a fearful speed, with his little rider -clinging to his neck. The house stood nearly -a hundred yards from the road, and the horse -approaching at such a rapid rate, that, although -the father sprang forward to catch him, if possible, -at the moment of passing, yet he was instantly<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> -conscious that before he could possibly -reach the road the frightened animal would be -beyond his reach. Just as his mind felt this -painful certainty, Bruno went past him like an -arrow, cleared the fence at a bound, and at the -moment the horse was passing the gate caught -him by the bridle. To this he held on, checking -the animal’s speed so much that his master -found it easy to come up with and stop him.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, what a noble dog!” cried the children. -“How Thomas must have loved him!”</p> - -<p>“But how,” said one, “did Bruno know that -the horse was going to run away?”</p> - -<p>“He did not know it,” said Mr. Melville.</p> - -<p>“Then why didn’t he go with Thomas? He -must have known it, father.”</p> - -<p>“Oh no; that doesn’t follow, my son, at all. -But the Lord, in his omnipotence and providence, -knew what would take place, and provided just -the means that were needed to save Thomas -from being killed.”</p> - -<p>“Then he made Bruno stay at home that he -might be ready to save his young master’s -life?” said one of the children.</p> - -<p>“The Lord’s protecting Spirit is everywhere,”<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span> -replied Mr. Melville, “and governs in all circumstances -by which we are preserved from -harm. Without doubt, it was an influence -from Heaven that produced in the dog an indisposition -to go with Thomas.”</p> - -<p>“How good the Lord is!” said the child who -had last spoken, in a thoughtful tone.</p> - -<p>“Yes, my dear,” returned Mr. Melville; -“the Lord is good to all, and kind even to the -unthankful. He maketh his sun to shine upon -the evil and the good, and sendeth his rain upon -the just and the unjust.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image080.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image081a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Discontented Shepherd.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image081b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">IN a quiet valley there once dwelt a -shepherd, who led a peaceful, happy -life. He had large flocks, from whose -fleecy backs the wool was regularly -shorn, and sold to the merchants; -and the merchants paid him money, with which -he bought all things needful for health and -bodily comfort.</p> - -<p>One day the shepherd drove his flocks to -the sea-side, and as he looked abroad upon the -great expanse of water, and saw the ships moving -over its surface, he felt, for the first time, -discontented with his lot. A desire to see the -world took possession of his mind.</p> - -<p>“I will no longer shut myself up in this<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span> -narrow valley,” he said. “I will become a -merchant. I will pass over the wide sea, and -go among the people of many lands.”</p> - -<p>So the shepherd sold his flocks, and with -the money bought merchandise, which he placed -in a ship, and started for a distant country. -During the first day after leaving the land, he -could do little else but admire the wonderful -ocean upon whose surface he was sailing, and -think how happy he was at having escaped the -dull life of a shepherd in an unknown vale. -But on the second day after leaving the land, -the motion of the ship made him very sick. -He could no longer enjoy the great expanse of -ocean and sky spread out above and around -him, but had to remain in the cabin, unable -even to lift his head from his pillow. As he -lay sick in the dark, narrow cabin, filled with -polluted air, he thought of the green shady -places, cool refreshing streams, and pure air of -his native valley, and, for the first time, he -repented of what he had done.</p> - -<p>It was more than a week before the shepherd -could go upon deck, and feel pleasure in -the sky and ocean as he had done at first.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>At last the vessel arrived at its destined -place: the shepherd landed his goods and offered -them for sale. He soon found a merchant -willing to buy them. The price was agreed -upon, the merchandise delivered, and the money -demanded. But it happened, as it almost always -happens when men get dissatisfied with -the business or calling with which they are -perfectly familiar, and enter into one they -know nothing about, the shepherd fell into dishonest -hands. The merchant refused to pay -him his money.</p> - -<p>In order to get this wrong redressed, the -shepherd called upon a magistrate of the country, -who promised to see that justice was done -to him. But the merchant knew the magistrate -to be as unfitted for his calling as he was -for his, and so he offered him a bribe, which -the wicked magistrate accepted. In vain did -the shepherd seek for justice at his hands; no -justice could he get. His importunities at last -became so great, that the magistrate threatened -to have him put into prison if he troubled him -any more.</p> - -<p>In his own peaceful valley there was no<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> -wrong and oppression like this. The merchants -who came for his fleece were good and true -men, and paid the prices agreed upon. The -ignorant shepherd had not dreamed that there -were such wicked men in the world as this -merchant and this magistrate, into whose hands -he had fallen.</p> - -<p>In a strange land, among strange people, -thousands of miles away from his home, and -all his money and property gone, the poor -shepherd was about giving up in despair. -But he bethought him that he would go to -the king of the country, and ask justice at his -hands.</p> - -<p>The king, when he heard the shepherd’s -story, was very angry at the wrong that had -been done in his kingdom. He sent immediately, -and had the magistrate and the merchant -brought before him and confronted with -their accuser. On seeing the shepherd, their -hearts became filled with alarm, and their faces -betrayed what was in their hearts. When accused -they could answer nothing. So the king -caused the merchant to pay the shepherd for -his goods; and besides, imposed upon him a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span> -heavy fine. From the magistrate he took away -his office, and had him cast into prison.</p> - -<p>As soon as the shepherd had received his -money, he returned in the first ship that sailed -for his native country, and buying more flocks, -was ever after contented to follow them in the -peaceful valley where no wrong, oppression, or -dishonesty had yet come.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image085.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image086a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Shilling.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image086b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">GEORGE HANSON’S uncle had given -him a shilling; and George, like most -boys, felt very anxious to spend it. -But, among his many wants, he -found it a hard matter to decide -upon which to gratify. If it had been a half-crown -instead of a shilling, the difficulty would -have been lessened, for then George could have -supplied at least half a dozen wants. But it -was only a shilling.</p> - -<p>He stood at the window, looking out upon -the passengers who were going quickly by, the -frosty air of December giving lightness to -many a step that, in a milder day, would have -been less hurriedly taken. While standing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span> -here, his mind half made up to gratify his love -of cakes and oranges by a whole shilling’s -worth, a man went by with some pretty little -glass toys in a box, which he held up to the -window, and asked if he did not want to buy -some.</p> - -<p>George beckoned to the man to stop, and -then ran to the front door. The man was a -glass-blower, and had manufactured some handsome -birds, and sheep, and deer, from white -glass, which looked, certainly, curious and -beautiful.</p> - -<p>“How much is this?” asked George, pointing -to a bird of paradise.</p> - -<p>“Eighteen-pence.”</p> - -<p>“But I’ve only got a shilling,” returned -George.</p> - -<p>“Well, here’s a robin redbreast for a shilling; -and here’s a deer, and a sheep. All -these on this side are a shilling.”</p> - -<p>But George liked the bird of paradise best -of all, and couldn’t think of taking anything -else.</p> - -<p>While the man stood trying to persuade him -to buy one of the birds that were sold for a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span> -shilling, George looked up and saw going by a -poor old man, who was bent with age. He -led a little girl by the hand, who appeared to -shrink in the cold. The old man looked sick -and feeble, and very poor.</p> - -<p>“They shall have my shilling!” exclaimed -George, speaking from a sudden impulse; and -he stepped forward, and placing the coin in the -old man’s hand, said, as he did so,—</p> - -<p>“I was just going to spend this for a little -glass toy that would be broken in a day. But -I want it put to a better use. Take it, and -buy something for your little girl.”</p> - -<p>The poor old man stopped, and said, with a -look of surprise and pleasure as he received the -coin,—</p> - -<p>“Thank you, my young master! This will -give my little Alice a nice bowl of bread and -milk for her supper and breakfast. She will -think of you with a grateful heart while she -eats them.”</p> - -<p>“Well done, my good boy!” said the glass-blower, -as the old man went on his way. -“That poor little girl’s bread and milk will -taste sweet to her to-night. And as a reward<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span> -for your generous self-denial, here is the bird of -paradise that has pleased you so much: take -it.”</p> - -<p>But George drew back, and said he hardly -thought that would be right.</p> - -<p>“Why not, I wonder?” returned the man. -“Am I to be outdone in generosity by a boy? -Take it, and whenever you look upon it let it -teach you this lesson—that it is more blessed -to give than to receive; for I am sure the -thought of the good done to the old man and -the little girl will be more pleasant to you than -the thought of possessing this pretty toy.”</p> - -<p>And so it was. The toy pleased for a short -time only, but the thought of the little girl -who had been made happy by his shilling never -passed through his mind without giving him -pleasure.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image089.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image090a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Wounded Bird.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image090b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“FATHER,” said Henry Thompson, a boy -just eleven years old, “won’t you buy -me a gun?”</p> - -<p>“A gun! Oh no; I can’t buy -you a gun,” Mr. Thompson replied in -a decided voice.</p> - -<p>Henry turned away disappointed, and went -out of his father’s warehouse, into which he -had come specially to ask for a gun. He -was not pleased at the refusal he had met -with, and felt much inclined, as are too many -children, to indulge hard thoughts against -his kind father for not gratifying his wish. -As he walked along, he met Alfred Lyon, -a lad about his own age, whose father had<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span> -given him a gun, and who then had it on his -shoulder.</p> - -<p>“Come, Henry,” said Alfred, “I’m going out -a-shooting. Won’t you go with me?”</p> - -<p>Henry at once said “Yes.” It was a holiday, -and his mother had told him that he -might go out and spend the morning as he -liked, only that he must not go into danger, -nor harm anything. So he did not hesitate to -go with Alfred. He had seen the little boy -the day before, and then learned that he had -received from his father the present of a gun, -and this was what had made him desire to -have one also.</p> - -<p>The two little boys then took their way to -the woods. It was a bright day in early summer. -The trees were all covered with tender -foliage, the fields bright and green, and the -singing birds made the air thrill with delicious -melody. To mar this scene of innocence, beauty, -and peace, came these two thoughtless boys. -They saw the woods mantled in their dark, -rich drapery, that moved gracefully in the light -breeze; but all their majestic beauty was lost -to their eyes. They thought only whether the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> -thick, green masses of leaves contained a robin -or harmless red-bird, as a victim to their murderous -gun. The green fields, too, were pleasant -to their eyes only so far as they might conceal, -in their blossoming hedgerows, a victim -wren or sparrow. And the sweet trilling of the -lovely songsters, as it floated from wood and -field, though it gladdened their ears, affected -them not with a pure and innocent pleasure. -I grieve to make such a record of these two -lads, but it is, alas! too true. Both together, -were they to labour over their task from this -hour of their boyhood until threescore and ten -years had been numbered to them, could not -make even a little yellow bird,—nay, not so -much as a feather like one shed from its downy -wing; and yet they were eager to destroy the -lovely creature made by God’s own hand, and -all from an idle love of sport.</p> - -<p>Well, Alfred and Henry soon arrived at the -woods.</p> - -<p>“Hark!” said Alfred, “there is a robin singing -in that maple! Be still, and I will shoot -him.”</p> - -<p>Henry stood very still, while Alfred moved<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> -stealthily along, with his gun in his hand, until -he stood nearly under the maple-tree. The -robin, all unconscious of danger, was singing -his song of gladness—a tribute of praise to Him -who had fashioned him curiously, and with inconceivable -wisdom and skill—when the boy -raised his gun, took a deadly aim, and fired. -The breast of the robin was still heaving, and -his throat trembling with the song, when the -swift-winged shot entered his side, and pierced -his little heart. He fell at the feet of his murderer. -One would have thought, that when -Alfred and Henry saw the bleeding bird, lying -dead on the ground, their hearts would have -been filled with sorrow. But not so. A shout -of joy followed this cruel exploit. The bird -was picked up, and a string tied about its -neck, and borne along with them, as the triumphant -evidence of Alfred’s skill with his -weapon.</p> - -<p>Next an oriole was discovered, flying from a -bush near them, and alighting upon the branch -of a tree, high up in the air.</p> - -<p>“Now, let me shoot,” said Henry; and -Alfred suffered his companion to take the gun.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span> -He proved to be not quite so good a marksman -as Alfred. But he struck the oriole, and -wounded him. The bird fluttered to another -tree, upon a limb of which he alighted. Here -he clung, with his tiny feet, until these cruel -boys had again loaded their gun. Then Henry -took a truer aim, and brought him to the -ground. But he was not dead. Henry seized -the trembling creature, that tried in vain to -escape, and held him fast in his hands.</p> - -<p>“Wring off his neck,” said Alfred; “that’s -the way.”</p> - -<p>“No, no,” returned Henry; “I’ll take him -home just as he is: perhaps he’ll get well, and -then I’ll put him in a cage, and keep him.”</p> - -<p>And so Henry kept the bird, that must have -been suffering great pain, carefully in his hand, -while Alfred loaded his gun once more. But -we will not follow these boys further in their -cruel employment, which was continued for -several hours, when they grew tired, and returned -home. It was past the dinner hour -when Henry got back, with four birds for his -share of the morning’s sport. One of these was -the oriole, still alive. Another was a sparrow,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> -another a robin, and the fourth a blue-bird. -These last three were all dead.</p> - -<p>“Just see, mother, what I’ve got; and I -killed them all myself,” cried Henry, as he came -in and displayed his birds. “Won’t you ask -father to buy me a gun? Alfred Lyon has got -one, and I think I ought to have one too. I -asked father to-day to buy me one, but he said -<i>No</i>. Won’t you ask him to buy me a gun, -mother? for I can shoot; I shot all these with -Alfred’s gun, myself.”</p> - -<p>Henry’s mother listened to her son with surprise -and pain. “Poor bird!” said she, taking -from Henry the wounded oriole, and handling -it with great tenderness. “Can it be possible -that my son has done this?—that his hand -has committed so cruel a deed?” and the tears -dimmed her eyes.</p> - -<p>The words, tone, and manner of his mother -touched the heart of Henry in an instant. -New thoughts were awakened, and with these -thoughts came new feelings. His mind had a -glimpse of the truth, that it was wrong to sport -with the life of any creature.</p> - -<p>“Can you make a pretty bird like this?” his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span> -mother asked, pointing to the drooping bird in -her hand. Her son was silent.</p> - -<p>“Then why seek, wantonly, to take its life?” -she continued. “Were you envious of its happiness? -Like an evil spirit, did a sight of innocent -delights inflame you with a desire to destroy -it? Can you restore health to its wounded -body? No! Can you ever assuage its present -agonies? No—you cannot. Cruel boy! what -could you have been dreaming about? Think, -how terrible it would be, if there were a race -of beings stronger than we are, who, with the -power, had the will to destroy us for mere -sport. Some day I might be walking out, and -become the victim of one of these, and then my -children would have no mother. Perhaps -Henry might leave me, and while on his way -to school might be shot at, as he shot at the -birds, and be killed like this pretty blue-bird, -or fatally wounded like this oriole. Would -you think such sport innocent? I think not. -Poor bird! See how it trembles! See how it -flutters its wings in pain! See how it gasps! -Now it has fallen over upon its side—and now -it is dead! Alas, that my son should have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">[97]</span> -done this cruel deed—that my son should have -caused all this pain!”</p> - -<p>The words of Henry’s mother touched him -deeply. They caused him to see how cruel he -had indeed been. They made him conscious -that it was most wicked to hurt or kill any -one of God’s creatures in mere sport. So -moved was he, that he could not refrain from -bursting into tears and sobbing bitterly.</p> - -<p>“O mother!” he said, after he had gained -some little command over his feelings, “I never -thought how wicked and cruel it was to take -pleasure in hunting the pretty birds. I don’t -want a gun. I wouldn’t have a gun now, if -father would buy me the handsomest one in -town.”</p> - -<p>Henry’s mother was glad to hear him say -this, for it showed that he felt all she wished -him to feel—sorrow at having indulged in a -cruel sport. It showed, also, that he had determined -in his own mind, from seeing how -wicked it was, never to do so again. From -this determination Henry never swerved. He -was never known afterwards to hurt any -animal in sport. And more than this, by talking<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">[98]</span> -to his little friend Alfred, he caused him to -see how wrong it was to shoot the birds; and -Alfred gave his gun back to his father, who -sold it for him, and with the money bought -him a number of good and useful books.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image098.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">[99]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image099a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Holiday.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image026b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“HOW are you going to spend your holiday?” -asked Edgar Williams of Charles -Manly.</p> - -<p>“I don’t know; how are you going -to spend yours?”</p> - -<p>“I’m going a-fishing; won’t you go with -me?”</p> - -<p>“No, I think not,” replied Manly.</p> - -<p>“Why? It will be fine sport.”</p> - -<p>But Manly shook his head, and replied,—</p> - -<p>“I don’t think it such fine sport to hunt -the little fishes. I’m sure I shouldn’t like a -sharp hook in my mouth. Ugh! To think -of being lifted up by a hook fastened in your -tongue, or in the roof of your mouth!”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_100">[100]</span>“You’re very tender-hearted all at once,” -replied Edgar Williams. “I’ve seen you fishing, -many a time.”</p> - -<p>“No doubt of it. But I hardly think I -shall go again. Father says it is cruel sport; -and so it is. Suppose you don’t go, Edgar.”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes, but I will. It’s delightful. I’m -fond of it above everything.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you what I should like to do, if -you would go with me,” said Charles Manly.</p> - -<p>“Well?”</p> - -<p>“I should like to go out into the woods and -fields, to look for specimens for my cabinet.”</p> - -<p>“A fig for specimens!” returned Williams. -“No, indeed! I’m going a-fishing.”</p> - -<p>The two lads had each some money given -to him by his parents to spend. With -his money, Edgar Williams bought a fishing-line, -a rod, and some bait; and taking his -dinner in a basket, started off alone to spend -his day in fishing from the river-bank. During -the morning the fish would not bite. -Hour after hour he threw his line in vain. He -did not get so much as a nibble. About mid-day, -tired and disappointed, Edgar threw his<span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">[101]</span> -rod upon the grass, and now beginning to feel -hungry, he opened his lunch-basket and took -therefrom his dinner, the eating of which he -enjoyed much more than he had enjoyed his -fishing. After this, he lay down under the -shade of a tree and slept for an hour. When -he awoke, he felt dull and heavy, and wished -himself at home. But he had caught nothing, -and did not want to go back with so poor an -account of his doings. So he took up his rod -and line, and again sought to take the life, for -mere sport, of some fish, tempted, in the hope -of obtaining food, to seize upon the murderous -hook. But his red cork lay, as before, immovable -upon the smooth surface of the river -for a very long time. At last it suddenly disappeared, -and Edgar gave his line a quick jerk, -which brought up a bright little sunfish, that -had hoped to get a good dinner, but was, alas! -sadly disappointed. It was not more than -three inches long, and beautiful to look upon as -a fish could be, so thin, so delicately made, -and so purely golden in its hue. Edgar caught -the fluttering little creature in his hand, and -tore the cruel hook from its bleeding mouth.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">[102]</span> -Just at that moment he thought of what Charles -Manly had said, about having a sharp hook in -his tongue or tearing into the roof of his mouth, -and for the first time in his life he felt pity for -a fish. The quivering little animal was still -in his hand, and he held it up and looked at -its torn mouth, with the blood oozing therefrom, -and sorrow for the pain he had occasioned -touched his heart.</p> - -<p>“It is cruel sport, as Charles said, sure -enough,” he murmured to himself. “This little -fish never did me any harm. And even if I -were in want of food, which I am not, it is too -small to eat. So I have no excuse for doing it -this sad injury. Go, little fish!” he added, throwing -it back again into the river. “I will not rob -you of life, though I have seriously injured you.”</p> - -<p>But the fish, instead of diving down out of -sight into the deep water, turned upon its side -and swam about unevenly upon the surface of the -water. Edgar felt grieved when he saw this.</p> - -<p>“Poor little sunfish,” he said; “I hope you -will not die.”</p> - -<p>Just then he observed a sudden rippling -motion of the water, a short distance from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">[103]</span> -where the sunfish was swimming about, and in -an instant afterwards the little sufferer was -seized by some larger fish and devoured.</p> - -<p>“I’ll never fish again for sport!” said Edgar, -throwing his rod and line into the water, and -turning sadly away from the river-side.</p> - -<p>It was nearly night when he arrived at -home, tired and altogether dissatisfied with himself. -More than an hour elapsed after he went -to bed before he could close his eyes in sleep. -The image of that beautiful little sunfish, with -its torn and bleeding mouth, was too vividly -present to his mind. During the night, he -dreamed that he fell into the river, and was -seized by some monster, as he had seen the sunfish -seized. He awoke in terror, with the perspiration -starting from every pore, and it was -a long time before sleep visited his eyes again.</p> - -<p>Sweeter far, and more peaceful, were the -dreams of Charles Manly, who had gone with -his sister to the museum, and spent his holiday -there, examining the many curious and wonderful -things in art and nature that it contained. -His enjoyment had been innocent, and it had -left his mind tranquil and peaceful.</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">[104]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image104a.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">Rover and his Little Master.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image104b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“COME, Rover!” said Harry, as he passed -a fine old Newfoundland dog that lay -on a mat at the door; “come, Rover! I -am going down to the river to sail my -boat, and I want you to go with me.”</p> - -<p>Rover opened his large eyes, and looked -lazily at his little master.</p> - -<p>“Come, Rover!—Rover!”</p> - -<p>But the dog didn’t care to move, and so -Harry went off to the river-side alone. He -had not been gone a great while, before a -thought of her boy came suddenly into the -mother’s mind. Remembering that he had a -little vessel, and that the river was near, it -occurred to her that he might have gone there.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">[105]</span>Instantly her heart began to throb with -alarm.</p> - -<p>“Is Harry with you?” she called up to -Harry’s father, who was in his study. But -Harry’s father said he was not there.</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid he’s gone to the river with his -boat,” said the mother.</p> - -<p>“To the river!” And Mr. Lee dropped his -pen, and came quickly down. Taking up his -hat, he went hurriedly from the house. Rover -was still lying upon the mat, with his head -upon his paws and his eyes shut.</p> - -<p>“Rover!” said his master, in a quick, excited -voice, “where is Harry? Has he gone to the -river? Away and see! quick!”</p> - -<p>The dog must have understood every word, -for he sprang eagerly to his feet, and rushed -toward the river. Mr. Lee followed as fast as -he could run. When he reached the river-bank, -he saw his little boy in the water, with -Rover dragging him towards the shore. He -was just in time to receive the half-drowned -child in his arms, and carry him home to his -mother.</p> - -<p>Harry, who remained insensible, was placed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_106">[106]</span> -in a warm bed. He soon, however, revived, -and in an hour or two was running about again. -But after this, Rover would never leave the -side of his little master, when he wandered -beyond the garden gate. Wherever you found -Harry, there Rover was sure to be—sometimes -walking by his side, and sometimes lying on -the grass, with his big eyes watching every -movement.</p> - -<p>Once Harry found his little vessel, which -had been hidden away since he went with it -to the river, and, without his mother seeing -him, he started again for the water. Rover, -as usual, was with him. On his way to the -river he saw some flowers, and, in order to -gather them, put his boat down upon the grass. -Instantly Rover picked it up in his mouth, and -walked back towards the house with it. After -going a little way, he stopped, looked round, -and waited until Harry had got his hand full -of flowers. The child then saw that Rover -had his boat, and tried to get it from him; but -Rover played round him, always keeping out -of his reach, and retreating towards the house, -until he got back within the gate. Then he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">[107]</span> -bounded into the house, and laid the boat at -the feet of Harry’s mother.</p> - -<p>Harry was a little angry with the good old -dog, at first; but when his mother explained to -him what Rover meant, he hugged him round -the neck, and said he would never go down to -the river any more.</p> - -<p>Harry is a man now, and Rover has long -since been dead; but he often thinks of the -dear old dog that saved him from drowning -when he was a child; and it gives him great -pleasure to remember that he never beat Rover, -as some boys beat their dogs, when they are -angry, and was never unkind to him. Had it -been otherwise, the thought would have given -him great pain.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image107.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_108">[108]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image108a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">James and Henry;</span><br /> -<span class="small">OR, “TWO WRONGS NEVER MAKE A RIGHT.”</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image108b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">A MOTHER, who loved her children -very much, sat reading a good book -one day, while her two little boys -were playing in the next room. -All at once loud cries and angry -words fell upon her ears, and gave -her great pain. She rose up quickly, and -went in to the children, and there she saw a -sad sight indeed. James, her eldest boy, whose -eighth birthday had just been passed, was -standing over his younger brother, Henry, with -his hand raised, and his face red with anger; -and Henry had doubled his little fist, and was -ready to strike again.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">[109]</span>“James! Henry!” cried their mother, as -soon as her eyes fell upon them.</p> - -<p>“Mother! mother! Henry knocked over -my house, and he did it on purpose,” said the -eldest boy, a blush of shame covering his face, -and hiding the red anger that was on it an -instant before.</p> - -<p>“No, mother, I didn’t do it on purpose,” -spoke up little Henry. “It was an accident; -and he struck me.”</p> - -<p>“And then what did you do?” asked the -mother, taking the little boy by the hand, and -looking him in the face.</p> - -<p>Henry held down his head, and replied, “I -struck him again.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, how wrong that was!”</p> - -<p>“But I didn’t mean to knock over his house.”</p> - -<p>“How was it, James?” the mother asked, -appealing to the eldest boy.</p> - -<p>“He did knock over my house.”</p> - -<p>“But, do you believe it was done on purpose?”</p> - -<p>“He kept pushing his foot against it all the -while, and I told him not to do it,” said James.</p> - -<p>“Why, Henry?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">[110]</span>Henry again hung down his head, and was -silent.</p> - -<p>“And so you did it on purpose, Henry?”</p> - -<p>“Oh no, no, mother, I didn’t do it on purpose,” -cried Henry, bursting into tears and -burying his face in his mother’s lap. “It was -an accident. I did put my foot against the -house, <i>just to plague him</i>; but I didn’t mean -to push it over. <i>Something made my foot go -hard against it.</i> But I am sorry.”</p> - -<p>And Henry sobbed aloud.</p> - -<p>“Henry is sorry for what he has done, -James; he did not do it on purpose. But -you were angry and struck him on purpose. -Are you not sorry?”</p> - -<p>“But he was trying to plague me; and he -is always trying to plague me.”</p> - -<p>“That was wrong, James. But, you know -that I have often said to you—<i>two wrongs -never make a right</i>. Do you feel any happier -now, because you struck your brother?”</p> - -<p>James was silent.</p> - -<p>“Tell me, my son, do you think you are -happier for what you have done?”</p> - -<p>The little boy said, “No.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">[111]</span>“But you feel very unhappy?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother.”</p> - -<p>“That is a sign that you have done wrong. -When we do right it makes us happy. Are -you not always sorry after you have done -wrong?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, mother.”</p> - -<p>“You are sorry that you struck Henry?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am.”</p> - -<p>“And Henry is sorry for having tried to -plague you; ain’t you, Henry?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am.”</p> - -<p>“Then give James your hand, my son. He -is sorry for having struck you.”</p> - -<p>The little boys took hold of each other’s -hands, and looked into each other’s faces. But -tears were in both their eyes, and on their -cheeks.</p> - -<p>“Now kiss each other with the kiss of forgiveness.”</p> - -<p>The children put their arms round each -other’s necks, and kissed each other with a -warm kiss of love and forgiveness.</p> - -<p>“Now bring me that little book lying on -the table, James,” said the mother.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_112">[112]</span>James brought the book, and the mother -opened it, and read:—</p> - -<div class="poetry-container"> -<div class="poetry"> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="first">“‘Whatever brawls disturb the street,</div> -<div class="indent">There should be peace at home;</div> -<div class="verse">Where sisters dwell, and brothers meet,</div> -<div class="indent">Quarrels should never come.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="first">“‘Birds in their little nests agree,</div> -<div class="indent">And ’tis a shameful sight,</div> -<div class="verse">When children of one family</div> -<div class="indent">Fall out, and chide, and fight.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="first">“‘Hard names at first, and angry words,</div> -<div class="indent">Which are but noisy breath,</div> -<div class="verse">May come to clubs and naked swords,</div> -<div class="indent">To murder and to death.’</div> -</div></div></div> - -<p>“Think of that, my dear children! ‘To murder -and to death!’ If you quarrel with each -other now, instead of growing up and loving -each other, you may grow up to hate each -other. I remember two brothers that were -once no older than you are. They were -always quarrelling with each other, and they -kept on quarrelling as they grew up. One -day, after they had become men, they got into -a dispute about something, when one of them -struck the other a dreadful blow with a stick -and killed him. Was not that a terrible -thing? And who knows but that you, if you<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">[113]</span> -keep on quarrelling as you do now, may grow -up to hate one another.”</p> - -<p>“Henry, do you know why it is that you -so often try to tease your brother James?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am.”</p> - -<p>“Why is it, my son?”</p> - -<p>“I let evil spirits come into me, and do -what they wish me to do.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, that is the reason. But can’t you -keep them out.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, ma’am, if I try.”</p> - -<p>“Do you like to have evil spirits in you, -instead of good angels.”</p> - -<p>“Oh no. I love the good angels, and I hate -the wicked spirits that make me do wrong.”</p> - -<p>“How can you keep the wicked spirits out?”</p> - -<p>“By not doing the wrong things they want -me to do, and then the good angels will drive -them all away.”</p> - -<p>“I hope, my dear children, as you know so -well what is right, that you will never again -let wicked spirits from hell have anything to -do with you. When they again tempt you to -plague your brother, Henry, you must not do it, -and then they will go away; and you, James,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_114">[114]</span> -if Henry should again be so weak and foolish -as to let the evil spirits come into him, must -not let them come into you at the same time. -If, instead of letting them tempt you to -strike him, you permit the good angels to -govern you, you will speak kindly to him, and -say, ‘Don’t, brother, please.’ I am sure he -will do so no longer. By doing this, you will -help him to cast out the evil spirits who are -seeking to destroy him.”</p> - -<p>“How destroy him, mother?”</p> - -<p>“All evil spirits seek to destroy children by -making them wicked like themselves, so that -they may be cast into hell. They hate -children so much, that, if they were not restrained -by the Lord, they would do them all -manner of harm—would utterly destroy them; -for they burn with hatred towards little children.”</p> - -<p>“But the Lord won’t let them hurt us.”</p> - -<p>“Not if we will keep them out of our hearts. -But if we let them come in, he cannot save us. -And, whenever you are angry with each other, -they come into your little hearts. Oh! my -dear children, keep out these dreadful enemies, -or they will utterly destroy you.”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">[115]</span>The children burst into tears, kissed each -other and their mother again and again, and -promised that they would try and never speak -or act unkindly to one another as long as they -lived. We hope they will not; and that all -our little readers will try, like them, to keep -evil spirits far away, that good angels may be -round about them and dwell in their young -hearts.</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image115.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum" id="Page_116">[116]</span> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image116a.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<h2 class="nobreak"><span class="antiqua">The Use of Flowers.</span></h2> -</div> - -<div> - <img class="drop-cap" src="images/image116b.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<p class="drop-cap">“JUST one moment longer, cousin Mary; -I want to put this flower in your -hair. Now doesn’t it look sweet, -sister Aggy?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes! very sweet. And here -is the dearest little bud I ever saw. I took it -from the sweet-brier bush in the lane. Put -that, too, in cousin Mary’s hair.”</p> - -<p>Little Florence, seeing what was going on, -was soon also at work upon Mary’s hair, which, -in a little while, was covered with buds and -blossoms.</p> - -<p>“Now she is our May Queen,” said the children, -as they hung fondly around their cousin, -who had come into the country to enjoy a few<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">[117]</span> -weeks of rural quiet, in the season of fruits and -flowers.</p> - -<p>“And our May Queen must sing us a song,” -said Agnes, who was sitting at the feet of her -cousin. “Sing us something about flowers.”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes!” spoke up Grace; “sing us that -beautiful piece by Mrs. Howitt, about the use of -flowers. You sang it for us, you remember, the -last time you were here.”</p> - -<p>Cousin Mary sang as desired. After she had -concluded, she said,—</p> - -<p>“Flowers, according to these beautiful verses, -are only useful as objects to delight our senses. -They are only beautiful forms in nature—their -highest use, their beauty and fragrance.”</p> - -<p>“I think that is what Mrs. Howitt means,” -replied Grace. “So I have always understood -her. And I cannot see any other use that -flowers have. Do you know of any other use, -cousin?”</p> - -<p>“Oh yes. Flowers have a more important -use than merely giving delight to the senses. -Without them, plants could not produce fruit -and seed. You notice that the flower always -comes before the fruit?”</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_118">[118]</span>“Oh yes. But why is a flower needed? -Why does not the fruit push itself directly out -from the stem of a plant?” asked Agnes.</p> - -<p>“Flowers are the most exquisitely delicate -in their texture of all forms in the vegetable -kingdom. Look at the petals of this one. -Could anything be softer or finer? The leaf, -the bark, and the wood of the plant are all -coarse, in comparison to the flower. Now, as -nothing is made in vain, there must be some -reason for this. The leaves and bark, as well -as wood, of plants, all have vessels through -which sap flows, and this sap nourishes, sustains, -and builds up the plant, as our blood -does our bodies. But the whole effort of the -plant is to reproduce itself; and to this end it -forms seed, which, when cast into the ground, -takes root, springs up, and makes a new plant. -To form this seed requires the purest juices of -the plant, and these are obtained by means of -the flowers, through the exquisitely fine vessels -of which these juices are filtered, or strained, -and thus separated from all that is gross and -impure.”</p> - -<p>“I never thought of that before,” said<span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">[119]</span> -Agnes. “Flowers, then, are useful as well as -beautiful.”</p> - -<p>“Nothing is made for mere beauty. All -things in nature regard use as an end. To -flowers are assigned a high and important use, -and exquisite beauty of form and colour is at -the same time given to them; and with these -our senses are delighted. They are, in more -respects than one, good gifts from our heavenly -Father.”</p> - -<p>“Oh! how I do love the flowers,” said -Agnes; “and now, when I look upon them, -and think of their use as well as their beauty, -I shall love them still more. Are they so very -beautiful because their use is such an important -one, cousin Mary?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, dear; I believe this is so. In the -seeds of plants there is an image of the infinity -of our great Creator; for in seeds resides a -power, or an effort, to reproduce the plants, that -lie concealed as gems within them, to infinity. -We might naturally enough suppose that flowers, -whose use it is to refine and prepare the juices -of plants, so as to free them from all grosser -matters, and make them fit for the important<span class="pagenum" id="Page_120">[120]</span> -office of developing and maturing seeds, would -be exceedingly delicate in their structure, and, -as a natural consequence, beautiful to look upon. -And we will believe, therefore, that their peculiar -beauty depends upon their peculiar use.”</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image120.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="caption">THE END</p> - - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/booksofprecept.jpg" alt="" /></div> -<p class="ph1">Books of Precept and Example.</p> -</div> - - -<div class="blockquot"> -<div class="hangingindent"> - -<p>Lives of Labour; or, Incidents in the Career of -Eminent Naturalists and Celebrated Travellers. 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