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Short StoriesA Scene In London.My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond... The Sailor Boy. Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county... Emily's Morning Ramble. In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid... Young Usher. You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar... Or The Unexpected Meeting. I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da... Anecdotes. TRUE BENIFICENCE.--Mark Antony, when very much depressed, a... The Dying Boy. A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an... A Tale Of Negative Gravity My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital... Arthur And His Apple Tree. One summer day little William was sitting in the garden cha... The First Dollar. I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the... Asaph About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village... The Grey Old Cottage. In the valley between "Longbrigg" and "Highclose," in the f... Chinese Proverbs. What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ... A Piece Of Red Calico I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc... The Philosophy Of Relative Existences In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I... The Brother And Sister. (In three Stories.) ... Pledge. Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p... Pleasant Play. There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves... The Market Day. Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea... The Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi... |
LIZZY AND HER DOG.I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good girl who died when she was thirteen years old. She was an interesting young girl, and possessed great intellectual powers. She was also very fond of the works of nature, especially of flowers, and would often say, "How good God is to make these beautiful flowers for us to enjoy." Soon it was very evident to her friends that disease was preying on her delicate constitution. She bore all her sickness with calm submission, and when she died she appeared to all who knew her to be prepared for heaven. While she was sick, her parents did every thing to make her comfortable and happy. They had a dog which Lizzy set a great deal by, and with him she used to play in the house and in the garden. When Lizzy was so sick that she could not play with him, he would come and lay himself down at her bed side, and appeared to be very sad on her account. When she died [and] was buried, the dog followed with the parents in the funeral, to the grave-yard where Lizzy was laid away. One day, about five months afterwards, I went with her father to see the grave of Lizzy. As we went into the grave-yard, we walked slowly along, reading the names of persons buried there, while the dog followed us. We soon missed the dog, supposing he had wandered into some other part of the cemetery. But when we came within a few yards of Lizzy's grave we saw him sitting at its head, leaning against the stone which was erected in memory of the lovely daughter. It was a very affecting scene--the attachment of the dog, as well as the power of his memory. Dogs are faithful creatures, and we can never bear to see them abused. Be kind to them and they will be kind to you. Next: JULIA'S SUNSET WALK. Previous: THE ECHO.
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