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In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I...
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...
The Pleasant Sail.
Down by the sea-coast is the pleasant town of Saco, Where M...
There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...
About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village...
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...
As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d...
The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...
Lizzy And Her Dog.
I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good...
The Saint's Rest.
We've no abiding city here: This may distress the wo...
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...
Agnes And The Mouse.
One brilliant Christmas day, two little girls were walking ...
The Boy And The Gold Robin.
A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl...
A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...
Or The Unexpected Meeting.
I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da...
The First Dollar.
I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the...
The Dying Boy.
A little boy, by the name of Bertie, was taken very ill, an...
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentleman, and
had much power in preaching. He received one hundred and ten pounds
per year for his services. Her father's illness was long and painful,
and the family were dependant on others for assistance.
"We at last closed his eyes," said Lettice, "in deep sorrow." He used
to say to himself, "It is a rough road, but it leads to a good place."
After his funeral, the expenses exhausted all that was left of their
money--only a few pounds were left when the furniture was sold, and
"we were obliged," said Lettice, "to give up the dear little
parsonage. It was a sweet little place. The house was covered all over
with honeysuckles and jessamines; and there was the flower garden in
which I used to work, and which made me so hale and strong, and aunt
Montague used to say I was worth a whole bundle of fine ladies.
"It was a sad day when we parted from it. My poor mother! How she kept
looking back, striving not to cry, and poor Myra was drowned in tears.
"Then we afterwards came to London. A person whom we knew in the
village had a son who, was employed in one of the great linen
warehouses, and he promised to try to get us needlework. So we came to
London, took a small lodging, and furnished it with the remnant of our
furniture. Here we worked fourteen hours a day apiece, and we could
only gain between three and four shillings each. At last mother died,
and then all went; she died and had a pauper's funeral."
From this room the orphan girl removed soon after their mother's
deceased, and located among the poor of Marylebone street, where Mrs.
Danvers accidently met with the two sisters, in one of her visits
among the poor, and for whom she obtained the work which led to the
unexpected meeting related in the previous story.
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