Short Stories

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

The Uncertainty Of Life.
Josiah Martin was a young man of whom any mother might have...

Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...

Jane And Her Lessons.
It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S...

Harriet And Her Squirrel.
It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ...

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

The Bracelet;
...

The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...

Jonas And His Horse.
A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m...

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

Anne Cleaveland.
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...

Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...

The Transferred Ghost
The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful...

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

Lettice And Catherine,
...

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

Or, Honesty Rewarded.
At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil...

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

Anna With A Pleasant Home.
Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her...

The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...

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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