Short Stories

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

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

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

Revelation Of God's Holy Word.
Ye favored lands, rejoice Where God reveals his word...

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

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

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

The Motherless Birds.
There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living...

Anecdotes.
TRUE BENIFICENCE.--Mark Antony, when very much depressed, a...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

JULIA'S SUNSET WALK.

It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, when Julia
Eastworth went to visit the resting place of a dear grandmother. While
she was in the grave-yard, meditating on the loss of one of her best
earthly friends, she saw a lady dressed in mourning busily engaged in
doing something near a rose bush that grew at the foot of a little
mound, at a short distance from where she stood. Julia walked along
and came near where she was, and laid her hand gently upon the woman
and said, "Madam, is this your little mound?"

"Oh, no, my child; it is my dear Elise's grave."

"And is it long since you laid her here ma'am?" said Julia.

"Only a few weeks," was the reply; "there were buds on this rose bush
when I brought it here."

"And was it her's?" asked Julia, as she stooped down to inhale the
rich fragrance of the beautiful flower.

"Yes, my child, it was a dear treasure to her. My Elise was a good
child, she was my Idol, but my Heavenly Father has seen best to remove
her from me. I only cared to live that I might be useful to her in
giving her such instructions as might be a blessing to her. I almost
adored her, but she is gone from me, and I am alone. I know she is
happy, because she was good."

"And have you always lived here in our town?" asked Julia.

"Oh, no! I am from Italy. When my child was but two years old, I left
my native shores, and with my only relative, my father, followed my
young husband, who is an American, to his own land. We settled in the
State of Virginia, and a short time ago he died and left me with a
charge to take care of our dear Elsie. She had her father's hair and
complexion, and inherited his delicate constitution, We were poor, and
I labored hard, but I cared not, if I could only make my child
comfortable and happy. She was not like me; her mind was full of
thoughts of beauty; she would often talk of things with which I could
not sympathize; the world seemed to her to be full of voices, and she
would often say, 'How beautiful _heaven_ must be.' Her nature was
purer and gentler than mine, and I felt that she was a fit companion
of the angels. But she is now gone to be with them, and I hope soon to
meet her."

Julia bid the lady good bye, and went towards her home. As she walked
slowly along, she thought to herself, "Elsie with the angels!" and she
dwelt upon the theme till her mother, seeing her rather different in
her conduct, asked her the cause, when she replied, "Oh, mother! I
want to dwell with the angels."





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