Short Stories

The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...

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

Chinese Proverbs.
What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ...

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

The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...

The Saint's Rest.
We've no abiding city here: This may distress the wo...

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

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

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

The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...

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

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

Flying The Kite.
Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ...

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

Lettice And Catherine,
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Pledge.
Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p...

The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....

Harriet And Her Squirrel.
It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ...

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

Lettice And Myra.
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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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