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Short StoriesOld Pipes And The DryadA mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... The Portrait Of Flora Purchased. Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl... Comfort And Sobriety. Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ... The Plum Boys. Two boys were one day on their way from school, and as they... The Boy And The Dew Drops. A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ... Gather The Flowers. Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu... Good Companions. One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i... Pleasant Play. There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves... Harvest Song. Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve... The Child And Flower. The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen... Lettice And Catherine, ... The Golden Crown. A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w... The Philosophy Of Relative Existences In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I... The Reward. A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the ch... Lettice And Myra. ... Remember The Cake. I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh... A Piece Of Red Calico I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc... George And His Guinea. Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionar... Or, Honesty Rewarded. At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil... 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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