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Short StoriesThe Echo.Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin... Emily's Morning Ramble. In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid... The Pleasant Sail. Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M... The Boy Found In The Snow. One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,... Good Companions. One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i... The Boy And The Dew Drops. A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ... Arthur And His Apple Tree. One summer day little William was sitting in the garden cha... Or, Honesty Rewarded. At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil... The Tree That Never Fades. "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden.... The Jew And His Daughter. A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and... Anna With A Pleasant Home. Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her... Revelation Of God's Holy Word. Ye favored lands, rejoice Where God reveals his word... The Child And Flower. The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen... Julia's Sunset Walk. It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe... Lily Ford. It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an... The Dying Boy. A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an... Lettice And Catherine, ... The Market Day. Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea... The Trusty Dog. I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ... Old Pipes And The Dryad A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... |
GOOD COMPANIONS.One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and in the midst of them grew a tuft of grass. "How," I cried to the grass, "does a poor plant like you dare to be found in the company of roses?" And I ran to tear away the tuft, when the grass replied: "Spare me! It is true, I am not a rose; but you will perceive from my perfume that I have been among the roses." This is a very pretty fable for young people. It makes us recollect one of the proverbs of Solomon: "He that walketh with wise men shall be wise; but a companion of fools shall be destroyed," Young people like to have companions, and it is proper that they should have them. If we had no one to associate with, we should be unhappy. We need friends that we may confide in, and that we may tell them what we feel and what we think. But we must take care as to the choice of friends; for just as the grass in the fable imbibed the scent of the roses, so we become like those with whom we associate. Next: BERTIE'S BOX. Previous: STORY ABOUT A ROBBER.
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