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Short StoriesEdward And Ellen.
Edward Ford owned a snug little cottage with a small farm s...
Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...
The Way To Overcome Evil.
A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr...
Flying The Kite.
Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ...
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...
Gather The Flowers.
Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu...
Lettice And Catherine,
Or, Honesty Rewarded.
At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil...
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 ...
Revelation Of God's Holy Word.
Ye favored lands, rejoice Where God reveals his word...
Anna With A Pleasant Home.
Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her...
The Bit Of Garden.
Young children like to have a small piece of land for a gar...
A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...
Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...
It was now in the latter part of December--two days more an...
A Boy Reproved By A Bird.
The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou...
The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...
A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...
Jane And Her Lessons.
It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S...
THE FIRST DOLLAR.
I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the name of
Emerson Terry, who lived in Hartford, Ct. He was very kind to the
poor, and could never see the sufferings of his fellow beings without
making an effort for their relief. Here is one instance of his
kindness and liberality:
While he resided in Bristol, his father, Dr. Terry, took little
Emerson with him to ride into Hartford that he might see the city.
Emerson had one dollar, and it was the first dollar he ever earned. He
took the dollar with him, thinking to buy something with it in the
city. While they were riding along on the way, they overtook a poor
fugitive slave seeking his freedom in the North. Mr. Terry kindly took
the wayfaring man into his carriage when the poor man related to him
his sufferings and poverty, and also his trust in God. Young Emerson's
heart was touched, when, of his own accord, he drew out his _first_
and _only_ dollar and gave it to the poor fugitive. When he returned
home he told his mother what he had done, with a satisfaction that
indicated his pleasure in being able to relieve a suffering stranger.
How noble was this act. He felt willing to forego the pleasure of
spending his dollar for himself, for any pleasing toys that he might
help a poor wanderer on the earth. When he was fifteen years of age,
he was drowned in the Connecticut river. He was beloved and respected
by a large circle of acquaintance. He was noted for his kind
disposition, tender feelings, and lovely spirit. He sleeps in peace,
and we all hope to meet him in heaven.
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