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Short StoriesBenny's First Drawing.You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art... A Good Mother. Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh... Old Pipes And The Dryad A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... The Two Robins. A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a... The Motherless Birds. There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living... The Parting Scene. In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre... Chinese Proverbs. What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ... Remember The Cake. I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh... Anecdotes. A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came... Flora And Her Portrait. "And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s... Good Companions. One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i... The Transferred Ghost The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful... No Payno Work. "Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ... My Early Days. My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa... The Bit Of Garden. Young children like to have a small piece of land for a gar... Early At School. One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th... The Trusty Dog. I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ... The Golden Crown. A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w... The Glow Worm. On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as... The Boy Found In The Snow. One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,... |
REMEMBER THE CAKE.I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when she was eighty years old. A widow and her little boy paid a visit to Mrs. More, at Barley Wood. When they were about to leave, Mrs. M. stooped to kiss the little boy, not as a mere compliment, as old maids usually kiss children, but she took his smiling face between her two hands, and looked upon it a moment as a mother would, then kissed it fondly more than once. "Now when you are a man, my child, will you remember me?" The little boy had just been eating some cake which she gave him, and he, instead of giving her any answer, glanced his eyes on the remnants of the cake which lay on the table. "Well," said Mrs. M., "you will remember the cake at Barley Wood, wont you?" "Yes," said the boy, "It was nice cake, and you are _so kind_ that I will remember both." "That is right," she replied, "I like to have the young remember me for _being kin_--then you will remember old Mrs. Hannah More?" "Always, ma'am, I'll try to remember you always." "What a good child" said she, after his mother was gone, "and of good stock; that child will be as true as steel. It was so much more natural that the child should remember the cake than an old woman, that I love his sincerity." She died on the 7th of Sept., 1833, aged eighty-eight. She was buried in Wrighton churchyard, beneath an old tree which is still flourishing. Next: BENNY'S FIRST DRAWING. Previous: THE BIT OF GARDEN.
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