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Short StoriesThe Parting Scene.In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre... Anna Seeking Employment. It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ... Harriet And Her Squirrel. It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ... Or, Honesty Rewarded. At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil... Anna With A Pleasant Home. Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her... The Jew And His Daughter. A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and... The Motherless Birds. There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living... The Golden Crown. A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w... Lettice And Catherine, ... Jonas And His Horse. A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m... The Lady Or The Tiger? In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh... Julia's Sunset Walk. It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe... A Tale Of Negative Gravity My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital... The Glow Worm. On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as... The Orphans' Voyage. Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan... The Tree That Never Fades. "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden.... The Dying Boy. A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an... Comfort And Sobriety. Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ... The Way To Overcome Evil. A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr... The Flower That Looks Up. "What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ... |
HARRIET AND HER SQUIRREL.It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were all sitting in the piazza, conversing about the efforts which were being made for the poor heathen, and the number of Testaments which were being sent to them. "Father," said little Harriet, "do the little heathen children wish to learn to read the New Testament?" "O yes, my child, many of them do," said the father. "But have they all got Testaments if they did know how to read?" "No, my love; few of them have ever heard about the Testament, about God, or about Jesus Christ." "Will half a dollar buy one?" said Harriet. "O yes, my child." "Then," said Harriet, "may I sell anything I have, if I can get the money?" Her father told her she might. Now, every child has some favorite toy. Harriet's was a beautiful tame _gray_ squirrel. It would eat from her hands, attend her in her rambles, and sleep on her pillow. She called its name Jenny. It was taken sick, and the little girl nursed it with care, but it at last died in her lap. Little Harriet wept sadly about it, and her father tried to console her, and told her not to feel so. "Ah," said she, "you know, father, you told me that I might sell anything I had to buy a Testament for the heathen children, and I was going to sell my pretty squirrel to Mr. Smith, who said he would give me half a dollar for it; but now my Jenny is dead." The Father then put a silver dollar into Harriet's hand, and she dried her tears, rejoicing that Jenny's death would be the means of his little daughter having two or three Testaments instead of one. Next: THE REWARD. Previous: THE WAY TO OVERCOME EVIL.
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