Short Stories

Harvest Song.
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve...

Jonas And His Horse.
A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m...

The Sailor Boy.
Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county...

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

Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...

Chinese Proverbs.
What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ...

The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...

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

Jane And Her Lessons.
It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S...

The Two Robins.
A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a...

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

The Way To Overcome Evil.
A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr...

Melly, Anna And Susy.
There is nothing more pleasant than to see brothers and sis...

The Bracelet;
...

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

Lettice And Catherine,
...

The Glow Worm.
On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as...

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

The Bit Of Garden.
Young children like to have a small piece of land for a gar...

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

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.





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