Home Collection of Stories Famous Stories Short Stories Wales Poetry Yiddish Tales

Short Stories

Lily Ford.
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...

The Bracelet;

Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...

A Boy Reproved By A Bird.
The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou...

The Shepherd And His Bible.
A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a lar...

Old Pipes And The Dryad
A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro...

TRUE BENIFICENCE.--Mark Antony, when very much depressed, a...

The Boy And The Dew Drops.
A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ...

Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...

Or The Unexpected Meeting.
I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da...

Benny's First Drawing.
You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art...

The Reward.
A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the ch...

Or, Honesty Rewarded.
At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil...

A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...

As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d...

Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...

My Early Days.
My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa...

The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....

The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...

Anne Cleaveland.
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...


Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionary meeting.
After the minister had ended his sermon, as he sat in the pew he
whispered to his aunt, saying, "I wish you would lend me a guinea and
I will give it to you again when we get home." His aunt asked him what
he wanted of his guinea; he told her he wished to put it in the box
when it came round, to assist in sending the gospel to the heathen
children. She replied, "a guinea is a great deal of money, George; you
had better ask your mother, first." As George's mother lived very near
the church, he went home immediately, and said, "Mother, will you let
me have my guinea to give to the mission?" George's mother saw that he
was very much interested for the heathen children, and says to him,
"supposing you give half of it." "No," said George, "I want to give it
all." "Well, my dear, you will remember you cannot give it and have
it too." She then gave him a one pound note, and a shilling. But
George said he would rather have a guinea. "Why," said his mother,
"what difference can it make? it is just the same amount." "Yes," said
George, "but that one pound will seem so much for a little boy to
give. If I had a guinea, I could put it in between two half-pence and
nobody would know anything about it." His mother was pleased with his
proposal, and George having got his guinea returned to the church and
put it in the box as he intended.

Little George is now dead, and there is no danger of his being puffed
up by what he has done. You may learn from this act of George, how to
do some good to poor heathen children. You should be willing to deny
yourselves some pleasures in order that you may benefit others. And if
you do good out of a pure motive you will be blessed in the deed.



Add to Informational Site Network

Viewed 2268