Short StoriesStory About An Indian.
A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ...
The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...
Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...
Remember The Cake.
I will tell you an anecdote about Mrs. Hannah More, when sh...
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...
Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve...
Lettice Taking Home The Work.
Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the tw...
Flora And Her Portrait.
"And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s...
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl...
Melly, Anna And Susy.
There is nothing more pleasant than to see brothers and sis...
A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...
His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...
A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...
Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...
The Transferred Ghost
The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful...
Old Pipes And The Dryad
A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro...
Early At School.
One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th...
The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...
The Glow Worm.
On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as...
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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