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Short StoriesThe Echo.Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin... Telling Secrets. There is a company of girls met together, and what can they... The Grey Old Cottage. In the valley between "Longbrigg" and "Highclose," in the f... The Tree That Never Fades. "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden.... The Philosophy Of Relative Existences In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I... A Good Mother. Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh... Bertie's Box. A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh... Lizzy And Her Dog. I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good... The Pleasant Sail. Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M... The First Dollar. I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the... Good Companions. One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i... The Boy Found In The Snow. One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,... My Early Days. My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa... Or The Unexpected Meeting. I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da... Anna With A Pleasant Home. Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her... Old Pipes And The Dryad A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... Anne Cleaveland. Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N... Remember The Cake. I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh... Margaret And Herbert. In a large family there are often diversity of character an... Or, Honesty Rewarded. At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil... |
MARGARET AND HERBERT.In a large family there are often diversity of character and varieties of mood and temper, which bring some clouds of sorrow. In our little Eden of innocence there were storms now and then. Miles was a little wild and head-strong from his babyhood, and Margaret, though very beautiful, was often wilful and vain. For five years the twins had grown up together the same in beauty and health One day an accident befel Herbert, and the dear child rose from his bed of sickness a pale and crippled boy. His twin sister grew up tall and blooming. The twins loved each other very much, and it was a pleasant sight to see how the deformed boy was cherished and protected by his sister Margaret. She would often leave us in the midst of our plays to go and sit by Herbert, who could not share with us in them. We had our yearly festivals, our cowslip gatherings, our blackberry huntings, our hay makings, and all the delights so pleasant to country children. Our five birthdays were each signalized by simple presents and evening parties, in the garden or the house, as the season permitted. Herbert and Margaret's birthdays came in the sunny time of May, when there were double rejoicings to be made. They were always set up in their chairs in the bower, decorated with flowers and crowned with wreaths. I now think of Margaret smiling under her brilliant garland, while poor Herbert looked up to her with his pale sweet face. I heard him once say to her when we had all gone away to pluck flowers: "How beautiful you are to-day, Margaret, with your rosy checks and brown hair." "But that does not make me any better or prettier than you, because I am strong and you are not, or that my cheeks are red and your's are pale." Miles was just carrying little Dora over the steeping stones at the brook, when Herbert cried: "O, if I could only run and leap like Miles; but I am very helpless." To which Margaret replied: "Never mind, brother; I will love you and take care of you all your life," and she said these words with a sister's love, as she put her arms around the neck of her helpless brother. She loved him the more, and aimed to please him by reading books to him which were his delight. This was a pleasant sight, and the brothers always admired Margaret for her attention to their helpless brother. Next: THE BIT OF GARDEN. Previous: MY EARLY DAYS.
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