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Short StoriesStory About An Indian.A poor sick man might go to the door of some rich person's ... Young Usher. You have read of that remarkable man, Mr. Usher, who was Ar... Anne Cleaveland. Anne was the daughter of a wealthy farmer. She had a good N... Pledge. Our hands and our hearts we give To the temperance p... Comfort And Sobriety. Let me here give you a few maxims to commit to memory:---- ... Harriet And Her Squirrel. It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were ... The Portrait Of Flora Purchased. Anna started for her home, and when she had arrived, she sl... The Brother And Sister. (In three Stories.) ... The Transferred Ghost The country residence of Mr. John Hinckman was a delightful... The Tree That Never Fades. "Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden.... Flying The Kite. Flying the kite is a pleasant amusement for boys, and when ... The Sailor Boy. Yarmouth is the principal trade sea-port town in the county... The Parting Scene. In one of our western cities was a poor woman, in the garre... Margaret And Herbert. In a large family there are often diversity of character an... Jonas And His Horse. A horse is a noble animal, and is made for the service of m... A Tale Of Negative Gravity My wife and I were staying at a small town in northern Ital... The Boy And The Dew Drops. A little boy who had been out early in the morning playing ... Chorus As the manna lay, on the desert ground, So from day to d... Or, Honesty Rewarded. At St. Petersburgh, the birth day of any of the royal famil... A Boy Reproved By A Bird. The sparrows often build their nests under the eaves of hou... |
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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