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Short StoriesMother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
The Flower That Looks Up.
"What beautiful things flowers are," said one of the party ...
Early At School.
One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th...
There is a company of girls met together, and what can they...
The Boy And The Gold Robin.
A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl...
George And His Guinea.
Little George Ames went with his aunt to attend a missionar...
A little boy went to sea with his father to learn to be a s...
The Tree That Never Fades.
"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden....
The Boy Found In The Snow.
One winter's night when the evening had shut in very early,...
Lettice And Catherine,
Lettice's father was a man of education, a scholar, a gentl...
The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...
The Happy Family.
There are a great many novel sights in the streets of Londo...
The Saint's Rest.
We've no abiding city here: This may distress the wo...
His Wife's Deceased Sister
It is now five years since an event occurred which so color...
Jane And Her Lessons.
It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S...
One day, says a Persian poet, I saw a bunch of roses, and i...
The Glow Worm.
On a summer's evening about half an hour after bed time, as...
The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...
Comfort And Sobriety.
Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ...
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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