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The Dying Boy.
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an...

Telling Secrets.
There is a company of girls met together, and what can they...

The Explanation.
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl...

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

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

A Good Act For Another.
A man was going from Norwich to New London with a loaded te...

Arthur And His Apple Tree.
One summer day little William was sitting in the garden cha...

The Transferred Ghost
The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful...

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

The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...

A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...

His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...

The Boy And The Gold Robin.
A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl...

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

Story About An Indian.
A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ...

Anecdotes.
A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came...

The Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke
It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi...

No Payno Work.
"Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ...

Lizzy And Her Dog.
I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good...

Young Usher.
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...



HARVEST SONG.








Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand,
Banish every fear, plenty fills the land.
Joyful raise songs of praise,
Goodness, goodness, crowns our days.
Yet again swell the strain,
He who feeds the birds that fly,
Will our daily wants supply.





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