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

Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...

The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...

The Bracelet;
...

Telling Secrets.
There is a company of girls met together, and what can they...

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

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

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

The Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke
It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi...

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

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

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

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

Lettice And Myra.
...

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

Good Companions.
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...

No Payno Work.
"Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ...

The Explanation.
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl...

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

The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...



THE BOY AND THE GOLD ROBIN.








A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming clover. The
cool breeze lifted the curls from his brow, and fanned with downy
wings his quiet slumbers, while he lay under the refreshing shade of a
large maple tree. The birds sang to him during his happy hours of
sleep. By and by he awoke, and a beautiful gold robin sat on the
spray, and sung a song of joy. The boy reached out his hands to secure
the prize, but the robin spread his golden wings and soared away. He
looked after it with a longing gaze, and when it disappeared from his
sight, he wept aloud. At this moment, a form of light approached, and
took the hands of the child and pointed upwards; and he saw the bird
soaring in freedom, and the sun shining upon its burnished plumes.
Then the shining one said: "Do you love that beautiful bird?" In the
midst of his tears the child replied, "Oh, yes." "Then," said the
angel, "shall it not wing its flight from flower to flower and be
happy, rather than to dwell in a prison with thee?" Then the streams
and flowering vales of Elysium, that breathe the pure air of freedom,
spake: "Wouldst thou bring her back to thee, and make her a prisoner?
Dry up thy tears, and let thy song be, 'Stay not here, but speed thy
flight, O bright one, and snuff the mellow air of freedom.' God made
the birds to be happy in their short existence, and ought we to
deprive them of their own elements of happiness, and take from them
the freedom which they enjoy?"





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