StoriesPoetry.com Home Collection of Stories Famous Stories Short Stories Wales Poetry Yiddish Tales

Short Stories

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

Lizzy And Her Dog.
I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good...

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

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

Margaret And Herbert.
In a large family there are often diversity of character an...

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

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

The Jew And His Daughter.
A Jew came to this country from London, many years ago, and...

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

The Pleasant Sail.
Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M...

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

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

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

Benny's First Drawing.
You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art...

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

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

A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...

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

Lily Ford.
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...

His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...



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."





Next: THE BOY AND THE GOLD ROBIN.




Add to Informational Site Network
Report
Privacy
ADD TO EBOOK


Viewed 4421