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Short StoriesA Tale Of Negative Gravity
My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital...
A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in wh...
The Way To Overcome Evil.
A little girl, by the name of Sarah Dean, was taught the pr...
Gather The Flowers.
Two little girls went into the fields to gather flowers. Bu...
Jonas And His Horse.
A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m...
The Two Robins.
A few summers ago I was sitting on a garden seat, beneath a...
The Market Day.
Mrs. Ford had three little children--Lily, Hetty, and a dea...
The Philosophy Of Relative Existences
In a certain summer, not long gone, my friend Bentley and I...
No Payno Work.
"Little boy, will you help a poor old man up the hill with ...
Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p...
Lizzy And Her Dog.
I wish to relate to you a very affecting story about a good...
The Trusty Dog.
I am glad to introduce to you, the noble dog whose picture ...
The Lady Or The Tiger?
In the very olden time there lived a semi-barbaric king, wh...
Julia's Sunset Walk.
It was a beautiful June day, just at the sun's setting, whe...
A Good Mother.
Mrs. Savage was the eldest sister of Matthew Henry. When sh...
Little Charles knew nothing about an echo. As he was playin...
Anna Seeking Employment.
It was a wearisome day to poor Anna, as she walked from squ...
Mother's Last Lesson.
"Will you please teach me my verse, mamma, and then kiss me...
The Child And Flower.
The Atheist in his garden stood, At twilight's pen...
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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