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Short StoriesEarly At School.One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th... Anna With A Pleasant Home. Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her... Flying The Kite. Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ... Old Pipes And The Dryad A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... Young Usher. You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar... The Reward. A teacher in a Sabbath School promised to supply all the ch... Lettice Taking Home The Work. Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the tw... The Boy Found In The Snow. One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,... Asaph About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village... Agnes And The Mouse. One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ... Lily Ford. It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an... The Orphans' Voyage. Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan... Chorus As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d... Flora And Her Portrait. "And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s... Lettice And Catherine, ... Anne Cleaveland. Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N... The Golden Crown. A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w... Anna Seeking Employment. It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ... Chinese Proverbs. What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ... Harriet And Her Squirrel. It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ... |
THE CHILD AND FLOWER.The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pensive hour, His little daughter by his side, was gazing on a flower. "Oh, pick that little blossom, Pa," The little prattler said, "It is the fairest one that blooms Within that lonely bed." The father plucked the chosen flower, And gave it to his child; With parted lips and sparkling eye, She seized the gift and smiled. "O Pa--who made this pretty flower, This little violet blue; Who gave it such a fragrant smell, And such a lovely hue?" A change came o'er the father's brow, His eye grew strangely wild, New thoughts within him had been stirred By that sweet, artless child. The truth flashed on the father's mind, The truth in all its power; "There is a God, my child," said he, "Who made that little flower." Next: ANNE CLEAVELAND. Previous: BERTIE'S BOX.
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