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

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

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

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

The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...

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

George And His Guinea.
Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionar...

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

The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...

Bertie's Box.
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...

The Echo.
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...

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

Look Up.
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...

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

Lettice Taking Home The Work.
Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the tw...

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

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

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

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

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



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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