Short Stories

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

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

Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...

Bertie's Box.
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...

The Motherless Birds.
There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living...

Flora And Her Portrait.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s...

Look Up.
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...

A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...

The Parting Scene.
In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre...

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

The Glow Worm.
On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as...

The Boy And The Gold Robin.
A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl...

Pleasant Play.
There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves...

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

The Reward.
A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the ch...

Anecdotes.
A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came...

George And His Guinea.
Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionar...

A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...

Pledge.
Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p...

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

STORY ABOUT AN INDIAN.

A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's house and
ask relief for himself and not be able to obtain admittance; but if he
brought in his hand a paper written by the son of the master of the
house, whom he had met with in a distant land, and in his name asked
for the relief, his request would be granted for the sake of the
master's son.

Now we all need friends and every one tries to get and keep a few
friends. Children will love a little dog, or a lamb, or a dove, or a
bird. The little boy will talk to his top, and the little girl will
talk to her doll, which shows that they want a friend; and if the top
and doll could talk and love them, they would feel happier.

Some years ago there was an Indian in the State of Maine, who for his
very good conduct had a large farm given him by the State. He built
his little house on his land, and there lived. The white people about
did not treat him so kindly as they ought. His only child was taken
sick and died, and none of the whites went to comfort him, or to
assist him in burying his little child. Soon after, he went to the
white people, and said to them--"When white man's child die, Indian
may be sorry--he help bury him--when my child die, no one speak to
me--I make his grave alone. I can no live here, for I have no friend
to love me."

The poor Indian gave up his farm, dug up the body of his child, and
carried it with him 200 miles through the forest, to join the Canada
Indians.

The Indian loved his child, and he wanted friends. So you children
will need a friend to look to every day. When we are sick, in
distress, or about to die, we want a friend in whom we may trust and
be happy.



Wherefore did God create passions within us, pleasures round about
us, but that these, rightly tempered, are the very ingredients of
virtue.--_Milton_.





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