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Short StoriesBenny's First Drawing.You have perhaps heard of Benjamin West, the celebrated art... Chorus As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d... Flora And Her Portrait. "And was there never a portrait of your beautiful child," s... Jonas And His Horse. A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m... Harvest Song. Now the golden ear wants the reaper's hand, Banish eve... Young Usher. You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar... Chinese Proverbs. What is told in the ear is often heard a hundred miles. ... Jane And Her Lessons. It is a mark of a good scholar to be prompt and studious. S... Emily's Morning Ramble. In the suburbs of the city of B. stands the beautiful resid... Or The Unexpected Meeting. I must tell you who were Lettice and Myra. They were the da... The Happy Family. There are a great many novel sights in the streets of Londo... His Wife's Deceased Sister It is now five years since an event occurred which so color... Old Pipes And The Dryad A mountain brook ran through a little village. Over the bro... Lettice Taking Home The Work. Early in the morning, before it was light, and while the tw... The Golden Crown. A teacher once asked a child, "If you had a golden crown, w... A Piece Of Red Calico I was going into town one morning from my suburban residenc... Anecdotes. A poor Arabian of the desert was one day asked, how he came... Story About An Indian. A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ... My Early Days. My father's house was indeed a pleasant home; and father wa... The Boy And The Gold Robin. A bright eyed boy was sleeping upon a bank of blossoming cl... |
THE SAINT'S REST.We've no abiding city here: This may distress the worldling's mind, But should not cost the saint a tear, Who hopes a better rest to find, We've no abiding city here; We seek a city out of sight. Zion its name; the Lord is there; It shines with everlasting light. Hush, my soul, nor dare repine; The time my God appoints is best; While here to do his will be mine, And his to fix my time of rest. Next: A GOOD MOTHER. Previous: THE PORTRAIT OF FLORA PURCHASED.
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