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

Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pleasant Play.
There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves...

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

Good Companions.
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...

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

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

Lettice And Catherine,
...

The Bracelet;
...

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

The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...

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

Lettice And Myra.
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Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...



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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