Short StoriesThe Echo.
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...
Anna With A Pleasant Home.
Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her...
The Portrait Of Flora Purchased.
Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl...
The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...
Flora And Her Portrait.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s...
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...
My Early Days.
My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa...
Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
Benny's First Drawing.
You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art...
The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....
Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...
Gather The Flowers.
Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu...
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...
The Parting Scene.
In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre...
The Philosophy Of Relative Existences
In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I...
The Boy And The Dew Drops.
A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ...
What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ...
There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves...
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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