Short StoriesGood Companions.
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...
Lettice And Catherine,
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...
Remember The Cake.
I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh...
A Boy Reproved By A Bird.
The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou...
The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...
Jonas And His Horse.
A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m...
The Grey Old Cottage.
In the valley between "Longbrigg" and "Highclose," in the f...
Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...
Revelation Of God's Holy Word.
Ye favored lands, rejoice Where God reveals his word...
The Motherless Birds.
There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living...
The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...
Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...
The Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke
It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi...
Flying The Kite.
Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ...
A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...
Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...
Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...
THE DYING BOY.
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, and for
sometime continued to grow weaker until he died. A few hours before
his death he revived up, and his first request was to be bathed in the
river; but his mother persuaded him to be sponged only, as the river
water would be too cold for his weak frame. After his mother had
sponged him with water, he desired to be dressed; when his mother
dressed him in his green coat and white collar, and seated him at the
table with all his books and worldly treasures around him. As he sat
there, one would have thought that he was about to commence a course
of study; and yet in the marble paleness of his features, and in the
listless and languid eye, there was evidence that life in the boy was
like an expiring taper, flickering in the socket. He soon asked to go
out in his little carriage. His grandfather, whom he very much loved,
placed him in it, and carefully avoiding every stone, drew him to a
spot commanding the entire landscape. The tide was up and the sun was
shining on the deep blue waters, and bathing the distant mountains and
the green meadows in liquid gold. The gardens and orchards around were
gay in the rich crimson blossoms of the apple tree; the air was filled
with the sweet fragrance of flowers, and the birds were singing
beautifully, when little Bertie looked for the last time on the scenes
of earth. He could not remain long, and was soon taken back to the
little parlor, where he sat on the sofa, resting his elbows on the
table. It was not long before the little boy died. But he was very
happy. Among his last words were these, addressed to his little sister
three years old: "Well, Emmie, very ill--me going to Jesus."
"Oh, mamma, Emmie loves her Saviour."
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