Short StoriesThe Remarkable Wreck Of The Thomas Hyke
It was half-past one by the clock in the office of the Regi...
A Piece Of Red Calico
I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc...
The Boy And The Dew Drops.
A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ...
Benny's First Drawing.
You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art...
The Sailor Boy.
Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county...
A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...
The Boy And The Gold Robin.
A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl...
A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came...
A Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...
Lettice And Catherine,
Edward And Ellen.
Edward Ford owned a snug little cottage with a small farm s...
Gather The Flowers.
Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu...
Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N...
Old Pipes And The Dryad
A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro...
There are many plays in which children may amuse themselves...
The Orphans' Voyage.
Two little orphan boys, whose parents died in a foreign lan...
Anna With A Pleasant Home.
Anna, having obtained leave of her mistress, soon found her...
Early At School.
One Sabbath evening a teacher was walking up and down in th...
The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...
Emily's Morning Ramble.
In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid...
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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