Short Stories

Early At School.
One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th...

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

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

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

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

Or The Unexpected Meeting.
I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da...

The Dying Boy.
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an...

Remember The Cake.
I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh...

Jane And Her Lessons.
It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S...

Old Pipes And The Dryad
A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro...

The Philosophy Of Relative Existences
In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I...

The Way To Overcome Evil.
A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr...

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

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

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

The Shepherd And His Bible.
A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a lar...

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

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

A Boy Reproved By A Bird.
The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou...

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

THE BOY AND THE DEW DROPS.

A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing on the lawn
before his father's house, while the dew drops lay on the grass, was
soon after seen returning to the spot, and finding them all gone, he
sat down to weep. His father asked him why he wept.

"Because," said he, "the beautiful dew drops are gone." His father
tried to soothe him, but he continued weeping. Just then a cloud
passed over, and on the cloud the beautiful rainbow had cast its arch.

"There, see, my son," said the father, "there are all your dew drops;
the sun has taken them up only to set them forth in greater brightness
in the sky."

"O father, dear father, why pass they away,
The dew drops that sparkled at dawning of day,
That glittered like stars in the light of the moon;
Oh, why are the dew drops dissolving so soon?
Does the sun in his wrath chase their brightness away,
As if nothing that's lovely might live for a day?
The moonlight is faded, the flowers still remain,
But the dew drops have shrunk to their petals again."

"My child," said the father, "look up to the skies;
Behold that bright rainbow, those beautiful dyes,
There, there are the dew drops in glory reset,
'Mid the jewels of heaven they are glittering yet.
Oh, are we not taught by each beautiful ray
To mourn not earth's fair things, though passing away?
For though youth of its beauty and brightness be riven,
All that withers on earth blooms more sweetly in heaven.
Look up," sad the father, "look up to the skies----
Hope sits on the wings of those beautiful dyes."





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