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Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...

Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...

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

The Jew And His Daughter.
A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and...

Remember The Cake.
I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh...

Pledge.
Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p...

The Parting Scene.
In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre...

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

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

The First Dollar.
I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the...

The Saint's Rest.
We've no abiding city here: This may distress the wo...

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

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

Harriet And Her Squirrel.
It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ...

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

A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...

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

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

The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...

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



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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