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

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

Asaph
About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village...

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

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

The Happy Family.
There are a great many novel sights in the streets of Londo...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pleasant Sail.
Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M...

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

The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...

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

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

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



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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