Short StoriesMy Early Days.
My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa...
Lettice And Catherine,
The Brother And Sister.
(In three Stories.) ...
The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...
What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ...
A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...
The Uncertainty Of Life.
Josiah Martin was a young man of whom any mother might have...
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...
The Transferred Ghost
The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful...
You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar...
No Payno Work.
"Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ...
Story About An Indian.
A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ...
A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...
Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...
About a hundred feet back from the main street of a village...
A Scene In London.
My young readers may have heard about the poor people in Lond...
A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...
Revelation Of God's Holy Word.
Ye favored lands, rejoice Where God reveals his word...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
The First Dollar.
I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the...
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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