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Short StoriesYoung Usher.
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...
The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....
No Payno Work.
"Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ...
Or, Honesty Rewarded.
At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil...
His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve...
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...
My Early Days.
My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa...
The Motherless Birds.
There were two men who were neighbors to each other, living...
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...
The Parting Scene.
In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre...
Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...
Lettice And Myra.
Lettice And Catherine,
Lizzy And Her Dog.
I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good...
The Golden Crown.
A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w...
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl...
The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...
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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