Short Stories

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

The Sailor Boy.
Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county...

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

The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...

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

A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...

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

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

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

The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...

Anne Cleaveland.
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...

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

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

Harvest Song.
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve...

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

The Uncertainty Of Life.
Josiah Martin was a young man of whom any mother might have...

My Early Days.
My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa...

Benny's First Drawing.
You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art...

The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...

Chorus
As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d...

MOTHER'S LAST LESSON.

"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me and bid me
good night," said little Roger, as he opened the door and peeped into
the chamber of his sick mother. "I am very sleepy, but no one has
heard me say my prayers." Mrs. L. was very ill, and her friends
believed her to be dying. She sat propped up with pillows and
struggling for breath, her eyes were growing dim, and her strength was
failing very fast. She was a widow, and little Roger was her only
darling child. He had been in the habit of coming into her room every
night, and sitting in her lap, or kneeling by her side, while she
repeated some Scripture passages to him, or related a story of wise
and good people. She always loved to hear Roger's verse and prayer.

"Hush! hush!" said the lady who was watching beside the couch. "Your
dear mamma is too ill to hear you to night." And as she said this, she
came forward and laid her hand gently upon his arm as if she would
lead him from the room. "I cannot go to bed to night," said the little
boy, "without saying my prayers--I cannot."

Roger's dying mother heard his voice, and his sobs, and although she
had been nearly insensible to everything around her, yet she requested
the attendant lady to bring the boy and lay him near her side. Her
request was granted, and the child's rosy cheek nestled in the bosom
of his dying mother.

"Now you may repeat this verse after me," said his mother, "and never
forget it: 'When my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will take
me up.'" The child repeated it three times--then he kissed the pale
cheek of his mother, and went quietly to his little couch.

The next morning he sought as usual for his mother, but she was now
cold and motionless. She died soon after little Roger retired to his
bed. That was her last lesson to her darling boy---he did not forget
it. He has grown to be a man and occupies a high post of honor in
Massachusetts. I never can look upon him without thinking about the
faith so beautifully exhibited by his dying mother. It was a good
lesson.





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