Short StoriesFlying The Kite.
Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ...
The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...
His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...
Gather The Flowers.
Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu...
Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p...
Old Pipes And The Dryad
A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro...
The Bit Of Garden.
Young children like to have a small piece of land for a gar...
Flora And Her Portrait.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...
The Way To Overcome Evil.
A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr...
The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...
The Transferred Ghost
The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful...
Jonas And His Horse.
A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m...
The Shepherd And His Bible.
A poor shepherd, living among the Alps, the father of a lar...
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...
The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...
Harriet And Her Squirrel.
It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ...
A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...
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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