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The Bracelet;
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Bertie's Box.
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...

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

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

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

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

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

A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...

Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...

The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...

The Boy And The Dew Drops.
A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ...

A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...

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

Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...

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

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

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

Remember The Cake.
I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh...

The Glow Worm.
On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as...

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



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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