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N E W B U R G H, N. Y. : 


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1844, "by 


in the Clerk's Office of the District Court for the Southern 
District of New- York. 


1. THE Pilgrims, 

2. Spring, 

3. Walking on the Sea, 

4. The Bee and Butterfly, 

5. Pocahontas, 

6. The Infant's Prayer, 

7. King Henry First, 

8. Napoleon Bonaparte, 

9. Letter from a Baby to her Neighbour, on his second birthday, 

10. Setting out Trees, 

11. Moses in the Bulrushes, 

12. Cage on Waterloo Bridge, 

13. War, 

14. The Grape Vine, 

15. Children's Letter to a Grandfather on his birthday, 

16. The Apple Tree and the Thorn Bush, 

17. Respect to Age, 

18. The Raisin Seeds, 

19. Law of Love, 

20. The Prisoner Bird, 

21. The Rainy Day, 

22. Brother and Sister, 

23. Industry, 

24. Winter, 

25. The Lady and the Poor Boy, 

26. The Farm Yard, 

27. The Dove, 

28. Mother and Child, 

29. Boy and Girl Talking, 

30. The Log House, 
31 The Elephant. 


THE first settlers of New-England are 
often called Pilgrims, or Pilgrim Fathers. 
They were an industrious, moral, and reli- 
gious people. They were natives of Eng- 
land, but had resided several years in Hol- 
land, before they removed to this country. 

You see here, a picture of them, about 
to embark for the New Western World. 


Their pastor, the Rev. Mr. Robinson, is 
praying for a blessing from that GOD, who 
is alone able to protect them on the stormy 
ocean, and bring them to their new home 
in safety. 

The man who kneels at his right hand, 
with his head bowed down in deep devo- 
tion, is Governor Carver, who died the first 
year after their arrival in America. Near 
him, is Elder Brewster, with an open Bible. 
This holy Book' was their comfort in all 
their affliction. 

At his side, is his wife, with a poor, sick 
child. She was sometimes sad, when she 
gazed upon her drooping boy ; but in her 
heart was that Christian meekness, which 
says always, that GOD'S will is best. 

Mr. and Mrs. Winslow are standing on 


the left of the picture. They have just 
been married, and have on their wedding 
garments. But the lovely bride was soon 
to find a grave, in the far, wild country 
where the Indians dwelt. 

Near them, is a boy, leaning on the side 
of the vessel. What are you thinking of, 
boy ? The home, and the play-mates that 
you leave behind? Long must you toss 
upon the rough waters, and feel like a 
stranger in a strange land. We hope you 
are a good boy, that you may have peace 
in your heart. 

There is Captain Miles Standish, on the 
other side of the picture. He was a sol- 
dier, and fought many battles with the In- 
dians. By his side, is his wife Rose. She 
was a lovely woman, with a pleasant coun- 
tenance, and mild, blue eyes. 


There were many other of the Pilgrims, 
for which there is no room on this picture 
There were more than one hundred who 
embarked for the New World. After a 
tedious voyage, they landed at Plymouth, 
in Massachusetts, on the 22d of December, 

The earth was covered with snow, and 
the wilderness dreary around them. They 
had no houses to shelter them from the 
cold. Their food was coarse and scanty, 
and many fell sick and died. 

Some of the Indians were pitiful and 


friendly, and gave them corn. Others at- 
tacked them as foes, and laid plans to des- 
troy them. But in all their hardships, they 
put their trust in GOD. He heard their 
prayers, and made them the fathers of a 

Amid the sufferings and toils of planting 

a new colony 
the wilder- 
f ness, they did 
|not forget to 
^instruct their 
I children. As 
|soon it was 
'possible, they 
founded schools, and places for public 

They felt the value of learning, and in a 
few years after their arrival, began to 


establish a college. Though they were 
poor, they spared something for this. One 
man, having nothing else to give, brought 
a single bushel of corn, and said, " I give 
this to the college." 

The fathers of New-England were wil- 
ling to make every effort in their power to 
help the cause of education. May all the 
children of our dear country, love know- 
ledge and piety, and try to advance them, 
as long as they live. 


SPRING has come. She is full of gifts. 
She has brought fresh leaves for the naked 
trees, and for every bush that has so long 
been brown. She makes the dry grass 
green again, and sprinkles it with flowers. 
The farmer is abroad in the fields, and the 
gardener works with his shining spade. 

The groves are merry with the flight of 


birds. The blue jay is here, and the red- 
breasted robin, and the crimson oricle, 
whose wings are like living flame. Some 
gather light sticks, and moss, with which 
to build their nests. Others have a tuft of 
cotton or down in their beak, to make a 
soft lining for iheir little ones. 

Birds, where have you been, through the 
long, cold winter? If you slept, who took 
care of you ? If you went to far countries, 
who taught you the way through the wide 
sk} , and brought you back to the same spot 
where your old nests were ? 

The birds answered with a song, "He 
who made us, took care of us. He pointed 
our path aright, through the trackless air 
He brought us safely to our homes again 
We rejoice to see them. We praise Him 
who hath preserved us." 

At the voice of Spring, the frost and ice, 
which had so long ruled, vanished away. 
A sound, like music, came up as from un- 
der the ground It was the song of the 
melting snow, working out its secret 

Soon the chains of ice that bound it were 
broken, and fell away. Then it came forth 
from its hiding place, a little, dancing rill, 
and looked up gladly to the open sky, 
like a child at play. On its banks, the tall 
rushes grew up, and the purple iris, which 
loves always the fresh, cool waters. 

Many little rills ran to meet the brooks. 
The brooks welcomed them, and rushed 
onward to the rivers. The rivers poured 
their fulness into the ocean, where the 
ships ride. Who bade the brooks thus to 
swell the rivers? and the rivers to lose 


themselves in the sea? Then the sea lifted 
up a great voice, and answered, " GOD." 

In the garden, early flowers have come 
up and blossom- 
ed. They are the 
crocus, and the 
daffodil; the vio- 
let, and the hya- 
cinth. Who kept 
their fair colours 
and their sweet 
breath unchang- 
ed for so long a time, under the cold fro- 
zen earth? It was His hand, who will 
bring again from the dark tomb those who 
slumber there. 

You have seen the fair babe, and the 
lovely child, laid in the grave, with tears. 
Their stiff limbs moved not ; their faces 

were pale, and cold as marble. But they 
shall awake again ; they shall arise from 
the pit. 

The trump of the angel shall sound, and 
the dead be raised. Those who have done 
good, shall come forth in new beauty, to 
fade and to die no more. Pray that this 
may be your blessed lot, dear children, 
when the graves and the deep sea give up 
their dead. 

GOD heareth prayer. We will pray unto 
Him when we lie down at night, and when 
we awake from sleep, that we may so live, 
and keep His law, that at the morning of 
the resurrection, we may rise from the win 
try tomb, in the glory of an eternal snri^^ 



CHILDREN, I '11 'tell a story of the sea, 
And Him who walk'd upon it. 

It was night, 

Dark night in Galilee, and the loud winds 
Howl'd to the mighty waves. 

Yet o'er their heads 

In all their pride and anger, JESUS came, 
Calmly, as though the smooth, green grass 
he trod. 


A ship lay tossing there, and the strain'd 


Of the affrighted mariners were bent 
On him astonish'd, for they did not know 
Their master, in that hour. 

But at the sound 
Of bis blest voice, that 
cheered their faint- 
ing hearts, 

Peter, with eager foot- 
step,, hasted down 
To meet his Lord. The 
wild and boisterous 


Made him afraid, and the cold surge came up 
Against his shuddering breast. 

" Save me !" he cried, 
" Save, or I perish !" 

Then the Saviour's hand 


Was stretch'd to succor him; even as it 

The soul that trusts Him from the flood of 


And gives it victory. Safe on the deck, 
Among the glad disciples, Peter stood, 
Full of adoring gratitude, while all 
Gave praise and glory to the Son of GOD. 

So Peter learn'd he might not place his 


Upon the ocean's stormy face, and live. 
Children, you know the reason. 'Tis not 


To man to tread the sea. It riseth up 
And sweeps him, like a feeble weed, away. 

But GOD can do what man attempts in 

vain ; 

And He who made the sea, can bid its 


Ill all the madness of their stormy wrath, 
Soread a smooth navement for his feet 



" COME, busy Bee," said Butterfly, 
" And spend a playful hour, 

For cloudless is the summer sky, 
And fragrant every flower." 

But, bent on industry, the Bee 
Replied, with serious brow, 

"I cannot leave my task, you see ; 
I 'm not at leisure now. 


I think you 'd better toil a while, 
To lay up food in store, 

For summer has a fleeting smile, 
And winter 's at the door." 

" No, no," he said, "while 

skies are fair, 
I choose to gad and 

And not distress myself 

with care 
About a future day: 

And so, wise neighbour Bee, good bye," 
But she, with thoughtful grace, 

Scarce turn'd her head to see him fly 
His wild and giddy race. 

From flower to flower, from tree to tree, 
She patient roam'd along, 


And cheer 'd her faithful industry 
With her own pleasant song-. 

But once, as from her hive she sped, 

Beneath a frosty sky, 
She saw, all desolate and dead, 

The idle Butterfly. 



POCAHONTAS was the daughter of Pow- 
hatan, a powerful Indian king. When the 
English first came to settle in Virginia, in 
the spring of 1607, they found him bearing 
rule over thirty tribes, or nations, and much 
feared and respected. 


At their first arrival, the princess Poca- 
hontas was about twelve years of age. She 
was always kind and friendly to the white 
strangers. When they were in distress for 
food, she would go through the thick woods 
and carry them baskets of corn with her 
own hands. 

After a while, there was some trouble 
between the white and the red men ; and 
Captain Smith, one of the best and bravest 
leaders of the colony, was taken prisoner, 
and condemned to death. He was laid 
upon the ground, and heavy clubs raised 
over him, to dash out his brains. 

Pocahontas, moved with pity, begged her 
father to spare his life, but in vain. Just 
as the fatal blow was about to descend, she 
flew to him, and laid her head upon his. 
She said, if the stroke fell, it must crush 
her head firs* 


The Indians always respect bravery. 
The king was mo- 
ved at the courage 
of his child, and 
bade the captive 
rise, arid live. 
Thus, through her 
intercession, onej 
of the most valu- Jpl 
able men was sav- 
ed to the colony. 

A plot was secretly laid to destroy all 
the English at once, and at a time when 
they least expected it. Again, tne young 
princess proved a firm friend. Captain 
Smith, in a letter to the Queen of England, 
says, that " Pocahontas, the dearest jewel, 
and daughter of the Indian king, came alone 
through the thick woods, in the darkness of 
the night, to warn them of their danger." 


Afterward, this amiable princess became 
a Christian. You see here a picture of her 
baptism. It was performed by the Rev. 
Mr. Hunt, the clergyman of the colony, in 
the presence of her Indian relatives and 
friends, and of the white people. 

It took place in the first church that was 
ever built in this western country. The 
ruins of it may still be seen, at Jamestown, 
about fifty miles above the mouth of the 
James River, in Virginia. 


In the same 

church, in the 

month of A- 

pril,1613, the 

princess Po 

cahontas was 

married to 

young Eng- 

lish gentleman of the name of Rolfe. This 

marriage gave great delight to both whites 

and Indians, as it proved a bond of peace 

between them. 

Three years afterward, Mr. Rolfe took 
his wife and infant son to England. Here 
she was treated with great attention, not 
only by his friends, but by the Queen of 
James First, and many noble ladies. 

They admired the rich, flowing black 
hair, and the gentle, ladylike manners of 


the forest princess. They also remembered 
with gratitude, that she had saved their 
colony in America from famine and slaugh- 

She spent a year happily in the native 
land of her husband. When getting ready 
to return, she was taken suddenly ill, and 
died, at the age of twenty-two. She was 
buried at Gravesend, twenty miles from 
London, greatly lamented by all who knew 

Her aged father, king Powhatan, long 
looked for his beloved daughter, but in 
vain. He often sat upon a high hill, watch- 
ing the waters, and hoping that every speck 
which appeared among the mist, was the 
vessel bearing her to his arms. 

But he saw her no more. And the 


white-haired king mourned for her till he 
died. The princess Pocahontas was amia- 
ble, true-hearted, and pious, and her memo- 
ry should be held in lasting honour. 



THE west had shut its gate of gold 

Upon the parted sun, 
And through each window's curtaining fold 

Lamps glirnmer'd one by one ; 
And many a babe had gone to rest, 
And many a tender mother's breast 

Still lulled its darling care, 
When in a nursery's quiet bound, 
With fond affections circled round, 

T heard an infant's prayer. 


Yes, there it knelt, its cherub face 

Upraised with earnest air, 
And well devotion's heaven-born grace 

Became a brow so fair ; 
But seldom at our Father's throne, 
Such blest and happy child is known 

So painfully to strive ; 
For long, with tearful ardor fraught, 
That supplicating lip besought, 

" Please GOD, let Lilly live." 

And still the imploring voice did flow, 

That little couch beside, 
As if for " poor, sick Lilly's" wo, 

It could not be denied: 
Even when the balm of slumber stole, 
With soothing influence, o'er the soul, 

Like moonlight o'er the stream, 
The murmuring tone, the sobbing strife, 
The broken plea for Lilly's life, 

Mixed with the infant dream. 


So LILLY LIVED, but not where time 

Is measured out by woes ; 
Not where cold winter chills the clime, 

Or canker eats the rose : 
And she, who for that darling friend 
In agonizing love did bend, 

To pour the simple prayer, 
Safe from the pang, the groan, the dart, 
That wound the mourning parent's heart, 

Lives with her Lilly there. 



THERE is the picture of a king He wears 
a crown upon his head. He bears rule over 
his people. They obey his laws. In our 
own country there are no kings. Our 
chief ruler is called President of the United 

England is governed by a king or a 
queen. The name of the king, whose pic- 
ture you see here, is Henry. There have 


been eight kings of that name in England. 
He lived before any of them, so he is called 
Henry the First. 

He was born about eight hundred years 
ago. He had much wealth and power, and 
was called a wise man. But in one thing 
he was not wise. When I have told you 
what that was, I think you will say so too. 

Henry the First, of Eng- 
land, did not rule his ap- 
petite. He was very fond 
of a rich dish, made of a 
kind of eels, called lampreys. One day he 
eat so much of it as to make himself sick 
and die. So this king, who was called 
wise, died foolishly. Did he not ? 

Children should not think too much about 
eating. They should be content with plain 


food, and what their parents, and older 
friends, think best for them. If any nice 
thing is given them, they should share it 
with their brothers and sisters, or their 
playmates and iriends. To devour dain- 
ties alone, will make them selfish. No 
selfish person can be happy. 




NAPOLEON BONAPARTE was born in the 
island of Corsica. He went to school there. 
He studied his lessons well, but was not 
very amiable, and did not make many 
friends among his school-mates. 

In his winter sports, he liked to build 
forts of snow, and to draw out the boys in 
troops, as soldiers, to attack and defend 


them. He was too fond of fighting, and had 
rather have the fame of the warrior than 
the quiet pleasure of doing good. This 
was his temper of mind as long as he lived 

When he grew to be a young man, he 
went to live in France. There were many 
troubles there. Neighbour fought against 
neighbour, and friend against friend. This 
is called civil war. It led to a revolution, 
or change in the government. The head 
of their king, Louis Sixteenth, was cut off, 
and much blood was shed in the country. 

Bonaparte was better pleased with these 
things than he would have been to see the 
people at peace. He was bold and fearless 
as a soldier, and became a general. He 
led armies into distant countries, and fought 
many battles for what he called the glory 
of France. 


Burning of Moscow. 

At length he was made Emperor of 
France. But he could not be content with 
all his power and wealth, unless he was 
making war. He went with a very large 
army to Russia. Here he was beaten, and 
thousands of his poor soldiers, who were 
obliged to retreat, were frozen or starved to 
death. Few r of that great army lived to 
see their home or their friends again. 

Bonaparte was not idle while he was 


Emperor of France. When he was not at 
war, he reared fine buildings, and bridges, 
and arches, and did many things to make 
Paris beautiful, and the nation great. Yet 
he was always restless and ambitious, be- 
cause the sweet spirit of peace was not in 

His last battle was fought at Waterloo. 
There he was defeated by the English, 
under the Duke of Wellington Then they 
sent him to the island of St. Helena, where 
he lived at a lonely place called Longwood, 
and had plenty of time to look back upon 
his past life. 

Neither wife nor child, brother nor sister 
went with him there. The great, hoarse 
waves beat heavily against the rocky 
shores, and he was not permitted to go 
away from the island. His favourite trade 


of war was over ; and he who had sat on a 
throne, and ruled millions, was now a pri- 

What did he think about during those 
lonely years ? About the many thousands 
he had caused to be slain? the cities he 
had burned 1 the houses he had filled with 
mourning ? parents weeping for their sons ? 
and wives for their husbands? and chil- 
dren for their fathers ? 

Or did he only angrily repine for his lost 
greatness? We cannot tell what his thoughts 
were. But there he fell sick, and died. 
His disease was a cancer in the stomach, 
which gave him great pain. He was buried 
in that solitary island, without a stone at 
his tomb. About twenty years afterward, 
his bones were taken up and removed to 
Paris, and interred with great pomp. 


We hope that in his years of solitude, in 
that lonesome island, he was sorry for the 
evils he had caused among men. We wish 
he could have looked back upon more 
deeds done in peace and love. Some men 
are great without being good. But when 
they come to die, and go before GOD, a 
good man without fame is better than a 
great man without goodness. 



THE rolling earth, 
Your day of birth 

Brings fair and fleeting ; 
And as a friend 
I long to send 

My simple greeting. 

Yet almost fear 
To have you hear 


My poor inditing ; 
Your critic smile 
Must scorn my style 

Of baby- writ ing. 

Six months have shed 
Upon my head 

But little knowledge ; 
While you are fit, 
In sense and wit, 

To enter college. 

My mother said. 

The map you'd spread 

And show with ease, 
All the globe boasts, 
Realms, isles, and coasts, 

And lakes, and seas. 

That you 'd describe 
The four-legged tribe 


Both great and small, 
Both \vild arid tam'd, 
That Adam nam'd 

In Eden, all. 

Years, at this rate, 
Will make you great, 

Or I 'm mistaken. 
Perhaps, with Locke, 


The crowd you '11 mock, 
Or shine like Bacon, 

With Franklin's zeal 
The lightning steal, 

And chain its rage ; 
Or nobly write 
Your name, like Dwight, 

On heaven's own page 

Our sex, I 'm told, 
Are formed to hold 

A lower place ; 
Our powers of mind 
Being far behind 

Your lordly race. 

I Ve understood 

That " household good" 

Was our enjoyment. 
To cook and mend, 


And babies tend, 

Our chief employment. 

'Tis very well, 
I shan't rebel ; 

And when I grow, 
Shall like to make 
Nice pies and cake, 

And share, also. 

But now good bye, 
'Tis time that I 


Your patience spare ; 
May you, each day, 
In love repay 

A parent's care. 



HERE is a boy, with a young tree in his 
hand. He is going to set it out. He will 
dig with his spade, a hole of a proper size 
and depth. When he places it there, he 
will take care that the roots are not crowd- 
ed, but have room to stretch themselves 

Another boy will hold the tree upright 
for him, while he fills the earth in around 
it. He will not suffer stones or hard lumps 
of clay to touch the roots, but lay the soft 


earth gently around them in their new bed, 
pouring on, now and then, a little water. 

He will tread the earth firmly around the 
young tree, and finish his work by making 
a little hollow or basin near -its trunk, to 
retain the moisture. He will water it every 
day, about sunset, if it does not rain ; and 
should the season be dry, will continue this 
care until it has taken root and put forth 
new leaves. 

If it is a shade-tree, in a few years it 
will lift a lofty head, and extend broad and 


thick branches. The birds will build nests 
there, and rear their young. The boy will 
feel happy that he planted it. Perhaps he 
may live to be an old man, and set under 
its shadow, thinking gratefully of Him who 
hath taken care of them both. 

Boys should never break the boughs of 
a young tree, or cut its trunk with their 
knives. It is very wrong to injure the pro- 
perty of others, or carelessly destroy such 
a noble thing as a tree, which GOD has 
created for use and for beauty. 

In France, there are many public gardens 
and squares adorned with trees and shrub- 
bery. The French children never hurt 
them, or think of breaking the smallest 
plant or flower. They feel that they have 
no right to do so ; and they take pleasure 


and pride, in seeing them flourish and 

In some countries, the father plants a 
tree at the birth of each of his children. It 
must be pleasant to the parents to walk in 
the grove, where every tree bears the name 
of a beloved child, and grows every year 
more strong and beautiful. 

There was once a boy, who set out, with 
his own hand, every spring, several fruit 
trees. When he became a man, they form- 
ed a fine orchard. The fruit was fair, and 
so abundant, that he had plenty to give to 
his friends and neighbours. 

He sometimes sent it to market, where 
its excellence caused it to be sought after, 
and to bring a high price. He said, " My 
parents gave me much good advice when I 


was young. I am thankful for it. I am 
glad they taught me to plant trees, and 
never to destroy any thing that GOD had 
caused to grow for the comfort of my fel- 



THERE was a king of Egypt, and he made 

A cruel law, that every infant son 

Born to the Hebrew race, throughout his 

Should be destroyed. Think ! what a cruel 

That those sweet, sinless infants should be 


But one fond mother hid her babe away, 


So that they might not find him ; and she 

Silent, and gave him food, and when he 

She softly hushed him, lest his voice should 

The murderers to their prey. So he be- 

Exceeding fair, and health upon his cheek 

Gleam'd like an opening rose. 

Three months passed by, 
And his glad eye grew brighter, when he 

His mother's footstep, though he did not 

Why she would press her finger on her 

To check his joyous mirth. With bitter 

She gazed upon the beauty of his smLe, 


And shuddering heard his laughter, for she 

She could no longer hide him. 

So, one morn, 

She wrapt him safely in a cradle-ark, 
And with a hurried footstep, laid him down 
Among the rushes by the river's brink. 

Strangely the wild eye of the wondering 


Gazed on her from the water, and his arms 
Stretched from their reedy prison, sought 
in vain 


To twine about her neck. She turn'd away, 
Breathing that prayer, which none but mo- 
thers breathe 
For their, endangered babes. 

It was the Nile 
On which she laid her son, in his slight 


Of woven rushes. She remembered well 
The gaunt and wily crocodile, that loves 
To haunt those slimy waters. But she 


That HE who made the crocodile could stay 
His ravenous jaws. So, in His mighty arm 
She put her trust. Close by the river's 


Her little mournful daughter staid to see 
What would befal her brother, and her 


Did sweetly struggle with her grief, to sing 
The hymn that soothed the child. 


But then there came 
Proud Egypt's princess, with her flowing 

Walking that way. And when she saw 

the ark 
Among the flags, she bade her maidens 

And bring it to her. 

.Lo ! there lay a babe, 
A weeping babe ; and when she saw its brow, 


Polish'd and beautiful, all wet with tears, 
And deadly pale, pity and love sprang up, 
In her kind bosom, and she took the boy 
To her own palace-home. Yet still he wept, 
Like an affrighted stranger. 

Then she bade 

To call a nurse, and lo ! the mother came ! 
She who had sown in tears, did reap in joy. 
And when she drew her nursling to her 


And fondly lull'd him to a gentle sleep, 
Know ye how warm the thrill of praise 

went up 
Unto the GOD of Israel ? 

So this babe 

Of the poor Hebrew, 'neath the royal dome 
Of Egypt's monarch grew, in all the lore 
Of that wise realm instructed. He became 
A prophet, mighty, both in word and deed 


And when 3 ou read, rny children, how he 

The yoke of bondage from his people's 


And smote with awful rod the parting sea, 
And brought pure water from the rock, and 


On Sinai with Jehovah, face to face, 
You will bethink you of this simple tale, 
The ark of rushes, and the mother's prayer. 



ONCE, as I was riding over Waterloo 
Bridge, in London, a little bright-eyed girl 
pointed out a large cage, or case, about five 
feet square, which stood upon a bench. 
She wished to look at it, and thanked us 
for being so kind as to stop the carriage, 
ind get out for that purpose. 

We were all as much pleased as the 


little girl, when we found animals and birds 
of different natures, and who are often foes 
to each other, 
dwelling toge- 
ther in peace. 
There were 
cats, rats, and 
mice; rabbits, *"' 
guinea pigi 
and squirrels ; owls, hawks, pigeons, and 
other birds, living in the same house, as 

They often take their food from one dish, 
and there is no growling or quarreling 
among them The rats and mice seemed 
fond of being near a large eat, and hiding 
their heads in her furry sides. The birds 
perched upon her head, and sometimes 
slept there the whole night. 


When she chooses she takes a walk, or 
sets in the sun, upon the parapet of the 
bridge, looking gravely down into the river 
Thames. The birds also go forth, and 
stretch their wings for exercise ; but all 
return, of their own accord, to their home 
and their friends. 

They seem even to have some idea of 
being polite to each other. We saw a 
hawk take meat in his beak, and feed the 
other birds, before he partook himself. 
One would scarcely have expected a hawk 
to be polite. But in this you can see what 
good training will do. 

The name of the man who has tamed 
these animals, and taught them such good 
habits, is Mr. John Austin. He has spent 
more than twenty years, in this kind of 
work, and enjoys it very much. 


The secret of his art, is to be always 
kind. He takes his pupils when quite 
young, gives them plenty of food, and 
takes pains to make them happy. By this 
careful education they grow contented, so 
that the strong never hurt the weak, and 
the weak are not afraid of the strong. 

It would be well if children, like this 
kind-hearted man, would try to bring forth 
the good properties of animals. The Arab 
treats his horse so kindly, that he loves 
him as a friend; and we all know how 
strongly attached a dog is to his master. 

Cruelty to animals is a great fault. The 
child who likes to trouble an unoffending 
cat, to frighten domestic fowls, to torture a 
toad, to trea J upon a worm, or to hurt any 
helpless and harmless thing, cannot have a 
good heart. 


A boy kills a bird. Perhaps it was a mo* 
ther, seeking food for her young. Does he 

remember how 
her little ones 
will mourn? 
how they will 
shiver for the 
want of her 
shielding wing, 
when night comes? how they will pine 
away with hunger, or fall from their nest 
and die ? 

What right has he to cause so much 
misery ? What good has it done him ? On 
the contrary, it has done him harm. It has 
hardened his heart. GOD, who "heareth 
the young ravens when they cry," and tak- 
eth note of the falling sparrow, will take 
note of him and of his deeds 


The man who took care of the animals 
on Waterloo Bridge, said he was very 
happy. Yes, because he made others hap- 
py. We cannot make even the humblest 
creature more happy, without sharing in 
that happiness. Try it and see. 

If you are selfish, and indulge in bad 
tempers, you may vex others, but you will 
be still more unhappy yourselves. You 
are nursing evil plants, which bear fruits 
of bitterness. If you w r ish to be happy, 
take pains to make all around you, even 
the animals, happy. 

Children who are apt to quarrel with their 
companions, to speak cross words to broth- 
ers and sisters, or to destroy the comfort of 
the animal creation, might take a lesson to 
their profit from the school on Waterloo 
Bridge, and from its amiable teacher. 


WAR is a wicked thing, 

It strikes the strong man dead, 
And leaves the trampled battle-field 

With blood and carnage red ; 
While thousand mangled forms 

In hopeless suffering bleed, 
And vultures and hyenas throng 

Upon their flesh to feed. 

See, with what bitter grief 

Those widowed ones deplore ; 
And children for their father mourn, 

Who must return no more. 
And aged parents sink 

In penury and despair, 
And sorrow dwells in many a home, 

War makes the weeping there. 

It comes with sins and woes, 

A dark and endless train ; 
It fills the breast with murderous hate, 

Where Christian love should reign : 
It desolates the land, 

With famine, death, and flame; 
And those are in a sad mistake, 

Who seek the warrior's fame. 

Oh, may I guard my heart 
From every evil thing; 
From thoughts of anger and revenge, 

Whence wars and fightings spring ; 
And may the plants of peace 

Grow up serene and fair, 
And mark me as a child of heaven, 

That I may enter there. 



A BOY brought to his mother the slip of a 
grape vmi that had been given him. He 
asked her leave to set it out. They had 
not much ground to spare, but she gave 
him a spot under her window, and near the 
wall of the house. 

She was so kind as to teach him how to 
dig and prepare the soil, and how to press 
it closely around the slip, that it might not 


feel as a stranger in its new home. This 
was in the Spring, when plants and trees 
best take root. 

He set a fence of small sticks around his 
_slip, to keep it from harm; 
and when no rain fell, he 
fgave it water at sun-set. 
' With what delight did he 
see it grow green at the top, and one or 
two delicate leaves faintly unfold. 

Another year, his vine grew so fast, that 
he placed a slight frame for its support, and 
took care to teach it where to climb. The 
brick wall, near which his mother had in- 
structed him to place it, sheltered it from 
cold winds, and reflected warmly the rays 
of the sun. 

He was happy to see it reach out its 


hands and take hold of the prop tnat he 
had prepared for it. He stretched cords 
across his mother's window, and caused it 
to twine there, that she might enjoy the 
cool shade of its beautiful leaves. 

As she sat there, reading or working, she 
was pleased to see how well the ,^ 
vine flourished, arid to inhale the 
fragrance of its young flowers,^ 
which, through the open window, 
filled the whole house with their 
sweet breath. 

As they fell off, little grapes appeared, 
at first scarcely larger than a pin's head. 
The boy was delighted to watch their 
growth. If there was much rain, he raised 
them from the damp wall with little forked 
sticks, lest they might mould; and when 


che weather was dry, he poured water 
around the root. 

In the morning, when he first arose, he 
visited his vine, and was pleased to see the 
small, pure dew-drops, hanging at each point 
of its leaves like pearls. Sometimes, as he 
came home from his school, he said to him- 
self, " How glad I am that I planted this 
beautiful vine." 

One day, in autumn, he 
came into his mother's room 
with a smiling face. Open- 
ing a basket, he showed her 
a few clusters of fine, ripe 

" My dear mother, accept the first fruits 
of the vine, whick you taught me how to 
rear." Then she thanked him, and said, 


"My good boy, may your whole life be like 
this fragrant vine, pleasing in His sight, 
who causes the good seed sown in the heart 
to spring up, and bear fruit." 




A KISS of love, your birthday morn, 
We bring, grandfather dear, 

Fresh flowrets, and this letter too, 
With tenderness sincere. 

We 're glad to see you look so well. 
And hear your pleasant voice; 

And then to walk with -you to church, 
We very much rejoice. 


You call yourself an old, old man, 
Of fourscore years and five ; 

Yet still you grow more dear to us 
For every year you live. 

For we are taught the hoary head, 
By time and wisdom crown'd, 

Is blessed, like the heart that sheds 
A sweet example round. 

Yes, blessed is the pious man, 
Who meekly, humbly waits 

The will of GOD, and cheerful looks 
Toward heaven's unfolding gates. 

We love to sit upon your knee, 
And in the Bible read ; 

And you to all our little wants 
Are very kind indeed. 


We pray that blessings on your head 
May thro' this year be strew'd ; 

And should we live to be as old, 
That we may be as good. 



How beautiful is that tree, with its load 
of pink and white blossoms. They cover 
all its boughs, and the air is filled with 
their sweetness. 

Ere long they will fade away. The 
breeze will scatter* them, and the turf 
around will be sprinkled with them, as a 


In their place, upon the same stems, will 
be left small, green balls, which the sun 
and rain will swell and ripen. After many 
weeks, you will see large, fine apples, with 
ruddy cheeks. 

So this is an apple tree. What is that 
growing by its side, so full of sharp, long 
points ? Will it put forth flowers ? No. 
Will it bear fruit ? No. Do not go too 
near it. It may tear your clothes, or your 

Did they both come from the same kind 
of seed ? No. He who plants 
must take care to have good 
seed, lest when he looks for a 
fair tree, there should come up a bramble. 

If you sow bad words, and evil deeds, 
you will be apt to receive the same again. 


Thorns and thistles will they bring forth 
unto you. 

But if you sow right words, and loving 
smiles, and kind ac- 
tions, you will gather 
the sweet fruits. The 
Bible saith, " What- . 
soever one sowethj 
that shall he also 

The apple tree and the thorn bush grow 
side by side. One breathes its perfume 
upon the other, and sheds its fair blossoms 
into its bosom. But the thorns are as 
sharp as ever. 

The good tree waits in patience, and per- 
fects its fruit, and learns no bad lessons 
from its cross and idle neighbour. It brings 


its riches into the store-house of its master 
with gladness, while the end of the thorn 
bush, is to be cut down and burned. 

The good and the bad dwell together in 
this world. They breathe the same air. 
The same blue sky bends over them. The 
merciful GOD causeth "His sun to shine on 
the evil, and on the good, and sendeth rain 
on the just and on the unjust." 

But in the end there is a judgment. And 
He who sitteth as judge, shall separate the 
good from the evil, " as a shepherd divideth 
the sheep from the goats," On the evil and 
disobedient who repented not, He shall pro- 
nounce a fearful doom, but receive the good 
into life eternal. 



IF, leaning on his staff, 

Amid the crowded street, 
With feeble step and wrinkled brow, 

Some aged form I meet, 

However poor and weak, 
Or ignorant and low, 


I must respect the hoary head, 
For GOD hath told me so. 

I love to see the hair 

All venerably gray ; 
A crown of glory 'tis to those 

Who walk in Wisdom's way. 

I love the reverend head, 

With years and honours white ; 

'Tis like the ripened fruit of heaven, 
And angels bless the sight. 



A LITTLE girl was eating some raisins. 
She said, " They are so good, I will plant 
their seeds in my little bed, in the garden, 
and have raisin trees of my own." 

" Raisins do not grow on trees," said her 
older sister : " They are dried grapes, the 
fruit of a vine that flourishes in warmer 


countries than this. The best ones that we 
have, come from the south of Europe. 

" When they are fully ripe, the people let 
them hang 1 on their 


stalks still longer, 
to dry. They strip 
all the leaves from 
the branches, that 
the fruit may have 
the full heat of the sun. 

"When they begin to grow wrinkled, 
they pluck the clusters, and dip them for a 
moment in boiling water, where ashes and 
lime have been steeped. 

" They lay them to drain and to dry be- 
neath the sumrner-sun, on frames of basket 
work, for about two weeks Then they 
pack them in casks and boxes, to be sent 
in vessels to other lands. 


" Now, little sister, you know all about 
how grapes are made into raisins. But I 
doubt whether the seeds which you have 
saved will grow." 

" I will try," said the child ; so she plant- 
ed them in a bed of soft earth. Every day 
she walked there, and watched the spot. 
After a while, she saw a few tender shoots 
of a lively green, breaking through the 
brown mould. 

Then the child rejoiced, and said, " Sis- 
ter! you see now, that it is well not to 
waste even a raisin seed, but to plant it in 
hope, and to make the most of every little 
bit of ground, where there is room for a 
root to strike down, or a bud to put forth 
its head. 



WHEN JESUS CHRIST came into this 
wprld, he taught the law of love. He said 
to those who followed him, " By this shall 
men know that ye are my disciples, if ye 
love one another." 

He was kind and gentle, and said, " When 
ye enter into a house, salute it." He was 
meek and lowly ; when he suffered wrong, 


he threatened not, neither was his voice 
heard in the streets. 

He taught not to return stroke for stroke, 
nor railing for railing, and not to let the 
sun go down upon our wrath. He chose 
his lot with the poor of the world, and took 
part in their sorrows. 

He loved little children. Those who 
stood around, forbade them to come near, 
lest they should trouble him. But he com- 
manded that they should be brought unto 

Then he took them in his arms, put his 
hands on them, and blessed them. Great 
honour was it for the little ones, that the 
holy Son of GOD should fold them to his 
breast, and give them his blessing. 


Let us try so to live here below, that 
when we come to die, He may receive our 
souls to his bosom, in heaven, to dwell with 
the angels. 



THERE you are, in your cage, 

Little prisoner, I see, 
Looking wishfully forth, 

At the birds on the tree. 

Gazing out all the day, 

On your friends as they fly, 


With the song of the heart, 
From the earth to the sky. 

The gay butterflies, 

And the beetles and bees, 

Unfold their light pinions 
And rove where they please. 

But there you are shut, 
With a close -folded wing, 

And a pang at your breast, 
Tho' you Ye trying to sing. 

' Might I open your prison, 

And bid you be free, 
1 To build you a nest 
On the bush or the tree ; 

And see you enjoying 
This bright summer day, 

It would gladden my heart 
As I go to my play. 



"MOTHER, it rains,"" said a little girl, who 
was looking out at the window. "I am so 
sorry not to go and make that visit to Em- 
ma. She invited me twice before but it 
rained ; and now it is raining hard again." 

"I hope you will not be unhappy, rny 
dear," said her mother. " I think I see tears 
upon your cheeks. I will not say it is a 
little thing, for the troubles of children 


seem great to them. But I trust you will 
be patient, and wait pleasantly for good 

" Mother, you have told me that GOD 
knows everything, and that he is always 
good. Then he certainly must know that 
there is but one Saturday afternoon in the 
whole week, and that this is all the time I 
have to play with my little friends. He 
must know that it has rained now these 
three holidays, when I wished so much to 
go abroad. And can he not make sunshine 
wiienever he pleases T 

"We cannot understand all the ways of 
j GOD, my child, but the / 
1 Bible tells us He is i 
wise and good. Look i 
out into your little garden, and see how 
happy the rose-buds are to catch the soft 


rain in their bosoms, and how the violets 
lift up their sweet faces to meet it ; and as 
the drops fall into the quiet stream, how it 
dimples with gladness and gratitude. 

"The cattle will drink at that stream 
and be refresh- 
ed. Should it dry 
up, they would j 
be troubled; and I 
were the green 1H 
grass to growTj 
brown and die, they would be still more 
troubled, and some of them might perish 
for want of food." 

Then the good mother told her. daughter 
of the sandy deserts in the east, and of the 
camel, who patiently bears thirst for many 
days, and how the fainting traveller watch- 
ed for the rain cloud, and blessed GOD 


when he found water. And she showed 
her pictures of the camel, and of the cara- 
van, and told her how they were sometimes 
buried under the sands of the desert. 

And she told her a story of the mother 
who wandered in the wilderness with hei 
son, and when the water was spent in the 
bottle, she laid him under the shrubs to die, 
and went and prayed in her anguish to 
GOD. Then, how an angel brought her 
water from heaven, and her son lived. 


She told her another story from the Bi- 
ble ; how there fell no rain in Israel for 
more than three years, and the grass dried 
up, and the brooks wasted away, and the 
cattle died; arid how the good prophet pray- 
ed earnestly to GOD, and the skies sent 
down a blessed rain, and the earth gave 
forth her fruit. 

Many other things this good mother said 
to her child, teaching and entertaining 
her. Then they 
sang together a 
sweet hymn or 
two, and the 
little girl was : 
surprised to find ' 
the afternoon so 
quickly spent, for the time passed pleasantly. 

So she thanked her kind mother for the 


stories she had told, and the pictures she 
had shown her. And she smiled, and said, 
" What GOD pleases is best." Her mother 
kissed her, and said, " Carry this sweet spi- 
rit with you, my daughter, as long as you 
live, and you will have gotten more wisdom 
from the storm than from the sunshine " 



EARLY one morning, 

A boy said to his sister, 

I was not good to you. yesterday, 

I was cross and unkind ; 

I did not tell you that I was sorry. 


At night, I laid down to sleep, 
But I was not happy. 
I dreamed that you lay on your bed,- 
You were very pale and sick, 
I spoke, but you did not answer ; 
I feared that you would die. 

When I awoke, I remembered 
The text that we had learned, 
"Be kindly affectioned, 

toward another, 
Pin brotherly love." 

I knew that my sleep was troubled, 

Because I had done wrong. 

I -am sorry that I was not good to you. 

Dear sister, forgive me, 

I will try to be always kind. 


The little girl ran to her brother, 
She put her arms round his neck, 
She kissed him, and said, 
" I forgive you, and I love you 
Better than I did before." 



THERE are many good things to be got- 
ten out of the earth. But men must plough 
and sow before they can reap, and plant 
before they can gather fruit. If they would 


have coals to burn, they must dig them , 
and metals from the mine, they must worl 
hard to get and to refine them. 

There are riches in the wide sea. 

the net must be spread ere 
the fishes can be taken. The | 

whale must be pursued into 
the far, deep waters, to get 
the oil for our lamps, and the 
sperm candles, whose light is so pure. 

In the large cities are many buildings. 
But the stones and timber, the bricks and 
boards, the iron and glass, of which they 
are made, were procured with toil; and the 
masons and joiners worked hard to put 
them together, and sometimes risked their 
lives upon high roofs and steeples. 

From foreign climes we get many things ; 


sugars from the West India islands, and 

teas from Chi- 
na, and silks 
from France. 
But ships 
J must go forth 
into distant 
I seas, and the 

poor sailor bear the storm, and climb the 

mast in darkness, before they can be 

brought to us. 

There is much knowledge in books. But 
learned men have laboured to gather and 
put it there ; and the paper maker, and the 
printer, and the binder, have worked hard 
to preserve it. The young must study to 
obtain it, and to store it in their minds. 

It is so ordered in this world, that our 
good things are gained bv industry. It is 

our duty, and for our comfort, to make use 
of the powers, and improve the time that 
GOD has given us. The idle are never 


WINTER has come. There are no flow- 
ers in the garden, and instead of the fresh 
turf, is a covering of snow. The brooks that 
made a pleasant murmur are silent, and 
the rivers hide themselves beneath the ice. 
But the dark evergreens still lift their heads 
beautifully from among the snow. 

Many things seem to look sad, now the 
cold has come. There is no more playing 

of lambs, or peeping of young chickens. 
The cattle of the farmer stand patiently 
around the barn-yard, or the stacks where 
they get their food The kitten, who has 
never before seen snow, dips her paw in it, 
and quickly draws back. 

But, for us children, Winter has many 
pleasures. It is a good time to play. We 
can glide with our sleds down the steep 
icy hills, or build houses of the new fallen 
snow. The skater flies swiftly over the 
frozen pond, making circles upon it with 
his heel. The sleigh-bells ring merrily, 
and people, wrapped in fur, enjoy their 

Winter is a good time to study. In the 
long evenings, we can set by the lamp, and 
gather knowledge from books. After our 
lessons are learned, we will find time to 


read a story, or a chapter in the Bible, to 
our parents and friends, if they desire it. 

It is a time to remember the poor. We 
know that in many small houses, are chil- 

dren who suffer 
from cold and 
hunger. They 
stand shivering 
a little fire, 
|and sometimes 
lhave none at 
all. The young- 
er ones cling closely to the mother, and 
beg for a piece of bread, which she has not 
to give. 

We will ask our parents if we have not 
some clothing to* spare them, a warm coat, 
or shoes and stockings. We will ask if they 
have any food which they think proper to 

give ; and if they will allow us, we will 
gladly carry it. For the thanks and bles- 
sings of the poor, make our hearts cheerful. 

Winter is a time to be grateful to GOD. 
When we hear the hoarse wind howl, and 
see it joile the drifted snow, and drive it in 
the eyes of the poor wanderer, who has no 
home, we will thank Him for our shelter and 
our fire-side. When we are called around 
the table, to partake of its comforts, we 
will remember to praise Him in our hearts. 

Winter is a time for hope. The plants 
that have disappeared are not lost. Their 
roots are safely locked up beneath the 
snow. They will hear the voice of Spring 
and put forth their heads. The flowers 
will burst again into beauty, and the trees 
put on their joyful garments. 

We know that this bright season is corn- 
ing, for the Bible has promised that " seed 
time and harvest shall not cease." So, 
while we enjoy the good things of the win- 
ter, we expect, in due time, the smiles of 
spring. To look forward to something 
pleasant, is often as useful to the ho#rt, as 
to possess it. 

Winter is a good time to love each other. 
So ought every season to 
be. But in winter we can- 
not walk about among the 
flowers. So we will tend those that grow in 
the bosom, gentleness, and patience, and 
love. We will not think too much of our- 
selves, for selfishness is more chilling than 
cold or storm. We cannot hear the birds 
sing. But we will sing a song of praise to 
Him who has put music in the soul. 




ONE cold day in winter, 

A lady went to her door: 

She saw a poor boy, 

His clothes were old and thin, 

Frost was upon his hair, 

And he shivered, as he asked, 

" Will you please to give me some work ?" 

"You may come in, and warm you: 
Do you not want something to eat ?" 


" I had rather work first : 
1 do not wish to beg." 
Then the lady gave him leave 
To pile some wood in her yard. 
He was quick at the work, 
And took pains to do it well. 

Then she gave him some breakfast. 
He was hungry, yet he ate but little, 
And asked, " Is this food mine ?" 
"Yes," she said, "you have earned it." 
" If you please, I will take it to my mother. 
She is sick now : 


"She cannot leave her bed. 
We were not so poor before. 
She has told me not to beg, 
But to ask for work : 

I think she is the best woman in the 

" Take the food to her, my good boy. 
Here, I will give you some wood, 
That you may make a fire for her." 
He thanked her, and went gladly home. 

The same day, the good lady visited them ; 
She found that he had told the truth : 
His poor mother was sick and weak ; 
He had made her a fire 
With the wood that had been sent. 
He was feeding her with some of the food 
that he had warmed. 

The next day the lady gave him more work ; 


She asked kindly after his sick mother, 
And sent things for her comfort. 
The boy looked thankfully at her, 
And in his eyes were bright tears of joy. 

So he worked willingly, day after day, 
And nursed and took care of his sick 

His father was a sailor, 

He was out upon the wide 


He was to be gone many 

The boy prayed to GOD 
That his dear mother might not die ; 
He was always at her side, 
To wait upon her and to comfort her, 
Only when he went out and worked, 
To earn their food and the fuel that kept 
them warm. 


Slowly the poor woman grew better; 
When her husband returned, she was 

almost well. 

The good lady sent her son to school. 
A part of every day he worked for her: 
In the evening he read to his parents 
Books, which she kindly lent him. 

He was a good and obedient son ; 
When he grew up to be a man, 
He was respected by all. 


The blessing of GOD was with him, 
For he kept the commandment, 
Which is given in His Holy Word, 
" Honour thy father and thy mother." 



I HEAR a noise in the farm-yard. What 
is the harm there? The hen screams 
loudly. Her young chickens fly to her, 
and take shelter under her wings. 

Has any strange dog got in to trouble 
her ? No. I see only a bird hovering near, 
with broad black wings. Why need she 
fear a bird ? There are many birds in the 
air, and she is larger than they. 


It is a hawk that you see, a bird of 
- prey. The hen knows 
what it is, better than 
you do. Have you 
i not heard that it will 
1 catch chickens, and 
; bear them through the 
air to its nest, and feed 
upon them ? This is why we call the hawk 
a bird of prey. 

How did the hen learn that the hawk 
was a bird of prey? Did any body tell 
her? I am sure that she could not read in 
any book, of the nature and doings of hawks. 

He who made her hath told her. It was 
His voice in her heart that taught her how 
to take care of her young, and guard them 
from evil. They heed her warning cry, 
and are safe. 


Have you a mother, who tells you what 
will be hurtful to you, who warns you not, 
to go with bad children, lest you should 
learn their ways, but to walk in the paths 
of goodness all the days of your life ? Do 
you obey her ? Or are the chickens in the 
farm-yard wiser than you ? 

GOD did not give the fowls wisdom; but 
he gave them instinct, and they follow it. 
To you He gave the nobler gift of reason. 
You understand what your teachers say, 
and can read the Book which shows the 
wav to heaven. 


When you are told anything will hurt 
your soul, do you avoid it ? Arid when you 
have done wrong, are you sorry, and resolve 
to do so no more ? Or are you willing that 
the fowls of the air should make a better 
use of GOD'S gifts than you ? 




THERE was a lonely ark, 
That sail'd o'er waters dark ; 

And wide around, 
Not one tall tree was seen, - 
Nor flower, nor leaf of gi^n ; 

All, all were drown'd. 

Then a soft wing was spread, 
And o'er the billows dread, 
A meek dove flew ; 


But on that shoreless tide 
No living thing she spied, 
To cheer her view. 

There was no chirping sound, 
O'er that wide watery bound, 

To soothe her wo. 
But the cold surges spread 
Their covering o'er the dead, 

That slept below. 

So to the Ark she fled, 
With weary, drooping head, 

To seek for rest : 
'JL CHRIST is thy Ark, my love, 
J^ Thou art the timid dove, 
Fly to his breast. 




A CHILD had troubled his mother : 
He was fretful and disobedient : 
He went away to school : 
He walked slowly, and thought 
Of what he had said and done. 

The morning sky was bright, 
But he did not look up and smile. 


Flowers sparkled with dew, 

But he did not enjoy their sweetness. 

Birds sang from tree and bush, 

But he did not love their song, 

For the spirit of naughtiness 

Lay heavy at his heart. 

He entered the school-room : 

The teacher read a lesson : 

" Children, a few years ago 

You were little infants, 

Your hands were weak and helpless, 

Your feet unable to walk. 

"Who held you tenderly in her arms? 
And when you hungered, gave you food ? 
When you cried, who had patience with 


Who smiled on your little plays, 
And taught your little tongue its first 

words ? 


"When you were sick, who nursed you ? 
Who watched your cradle, thro' the long 

night ! 
Who bowed down, with tears upon her 


Fearing that you might die ?" 
And the children answered, 
"It was our mother." 

The lesson went on: 

" What then will you do for the mother 

Who hath done so much for you ? 

Who hath never forgotten you for a moment 


Who loveth you, night and day ? w 
And the children said, 
" We will love and obey her r 
All the days of our life." 

Then the child who had been bad at 


Held down his head with shame, 
As soon as school was done, 
He hastened back to his mother: 
He kneeled down by her side, 
He hid his face in her lap, and said, 
" I was naughty to you, and did not re- 

I went to school, and was unhappy. 
Mother, forgive me, 
That the flowers may be sweet to me 

And that I may look at the bright, blue 

And be at peace." 


The mother said, " I forgive you, my dear 


Ask GOD to forgive you, also, 
That the voice in your bosom 
May no longer blame you, 
And you may be at peace with HIM. 



A BOY and girl were walking along to 
school. The grass was fresh and green 
around them, and the skies bright, and they 
talked pleasantly together, as all good chil- 
dren should. 

Some young birds chirped from a tree. 
They looked up, and saw the nest. " I love 
to hear the song of birds," said the boy. 


"I wonder how any one can wish them 

The girl answered, "My teacher has told 
us, that we must always be kind to what- 
ever is smaller and weaker than we. I 
know it is a good rule. We are happier 
when we keep it. 

"When I feed the young chickens ui 
home, their little voices seem to thank HUJ 
My sister and I scatter crumbs for the birds 
and we are glad to see them so tame as to 


come near and eat them. But the pleas- 
antest thing, is to amuse a young child, or, 
if a babe cries, to soothe it, and lull it to 
sleep in jour arms." 

The boy said, "It is a good rule that 
your teacher has given you. My mother 
has given me one also : To take care of the 
female sex, and not to be ashamed to be 
polite to them, as some boys are. 

" My mother says, that the greatest and 
best men have always treated females with 
> respect and kindness ; and that GOD intend- 
ed the strong should protect the weak. I 
believe that her rule is a good one, and 
shall obey it now, and when I grow to be 
a man." 



You see a house built of logs. Large 
trees are growing near it, and a small brook 
runs by. It stands alone. Few people 
pass that way. It is in one of the new 
states, where there are but few inhabitants. 
It has only one room. The floor of rough 
* boards, has no carpet. There are a few 
chairs, and a chest, and a pine table. In 
one corner is a plain bedstead and a bed. 
From underneath it, a small one, like a box 
on wheels, is drawn out, where the children 

A little boy and girl are playing near the 


large fireplace. It is filled with wood, and 
casts a bright blaze around. Their cheeks 
are ruddy, and their voices kind, as they 
speak to each other. Their mother is pre- 
paring the evening meal, and whatever she 
says to them, they quickly mind. 

Their father comes in from his work. 
They run to meet him. The 
little son takes the basket 
in which he had been dig- 
ging potatoes, andj)uts it in 
its place, and the daughter^ 
draws a chair for him to the clean hearth. , 
They prattle pleasantly by his side, and 
ask if they may go and help him work to- 

Soon the table is ready. Bowls of fresh 
milk are upon it, and bread that the mother 
has just baked, and eggs from the^r o"*n 


poultry, and a cup of maple molasses. 
The father asks Heaven's blessing upon 
their food. Then, seated around, they par- 
take it with cheerful hearts. 

Soon after, sweet tones arise, as of birds 
chirping in their 
nests. The lit- 
tle ones are sing- 
ling the evening 
I hymn that their 
| mother taught 
them. Then, with 
her kiss upon their lips, and their father's 
blessing, they retire to sleep. The parents, 
seated by their single candle, talk lovingly 
of their comforts, and of the friends who 
are far away. 

They have removed to this new country, 
from the states which had been longer set- 


tied. They once lived in large houses, 
where were carpets, and sofas, and gilded 
pictures, and rich furniture. But they never 
complain for the want of these things. 
They are content with their lot, because 
the peace and love of GOD dwell in their 

They have brought from their home in 
New-England, a 
few books whichl 
they highly prize, j 
These the father 
reads to his wife 
at evening, while 
she knits or spins 
at his side ; and' 
from them she instructs the children, when 
he is at work in the fields, by day. 

The one which they most value, is the 


Bible, the Book of their Father in heaven 
They teach its blessed words to their little 
ones. They read it together, before the} 
retire to rest, and then the father prays 
GOD to protect and bless his family, and 
make them at last a family in heaven. 

The children who live in this log house 
are happy, because they 
are good arid obedient. 
They are loving to each 
other, and obey the 
words of their kind parents. They are 
thankful for simple comforts, and do not 
expect fine clothes, or dainty food. They 
are far more contented than many who pos- 
sess these things. 

They are happy, though they are not 
rich. It is a mistake, to think that riches 
always bring happiness. Those who live 


in fine houses, and spend much money, 
have many cares and troubles, as well as 
others. They cannot be happy, unless they 
live in love, and obey the commands of GOD. 

The family in this log house are emi- 
grants. We call those people emigrants, 
who remove from the spot where they were 
born, to reside in a distant land. Those 
who settle in new countries, have many 
hardships to bear, and ought to be patient 
and industrious. 

The trees must be cut down, and the 
ar( } go ^ ploughed, before 
-.they can plant seed. Mills 
m ust be built, to grind the 
scorn of which their bread 
is made. And they must learn to do with- 
out many articles of food and dress, which 
we buy of the merchant. 


But when they see the school house and 
the church built among them, and a neat 
village rising where all was a tangled wood 
before, they must be happy that they them- 
selves had helped it grow. And if they 
sow the seeds of honesty and piety in that 
new land, and bring up a race to be bles- 
sings to their country, their reward will be 
great in Heaven. 



THE Elephant is the largest animal that 
now lives upon the earth. It sometimes 
grows to twenty feet in heighth. Its young 
are playful, and do not reach their full size 
until they are more than twenty years old. 
It is a native of Asia and Africa ; and from 
its tusks or large teeth, we get the ivory of 
which so many beautiful things are made. 

Elephants are often brought to Europe 


and America in ships, and shown as curi- 
osities. With their trunks they convey food 
and water to their mouths, and defend 
themselves when attacked. They can reach 
with it to the distance of four or five feet, 
and are able to give with it so severe a 

blow, as to kill a horse. 

They are very gentle when kindly treat- 
ed. But they remember injuries, and re- 
venge them. In thoughtfulness and wis- 
dom, they approach nearer to the human 
race than any other animal. You will find 
many stories of their sagacity in books of 
Natural History. 

A large Elephant was once brought in a 
vessel to New- York. From the wharf a 
broad plank was placed for him to walk 
upon to the shore. He put first one foot 
upon it, striking it with force, then ano- 


ther ; then the third ; then the fourth and 
last. When he had thus tried it, and was 
sure that it was strong enough to bear his 
whole weight, he walked boldly upon it to 
the shore. 

Elephants are fond of each other's com- 
pany. In their wild state, large herds of 
them are seen under the broad leaved palm 
trees, or near the shady banks of rivers, 
where the grass is thick and green. There 
they love to bathe themselves, throwing 
the water from their trunks over their whole 
bodies, and enjoying a refreshing coolness. 

They live to be more than a hundred 
years old. When death approaches, it is 
said, they retire to some lonely spot, under 
lofty trees, or near a peaceful stream, where 
others of their race have wandered, to die. 
There they lie down, and breathe their last, 


among the bones of their friends, or their 

These noble creatures are naturally mild 
and brave. When tamed, they are obedi- 
ent, and much attached to their keepers. 
They are fond of their young, and kind to 
each other. At a village in South Africa, 
where some English missionaries dwelt, a 
deep trench had been dug, which was not 
at that time filled with water. 


One dark and stormy night, a troop of 
elephants passed that way, and one of their 
number fell into this deep pit. His compan- 
ions did not leave him in distress, but tried 
every method in their power to liberate 
him. Some kneeled, others bowed down, 
and lifted with their trunks. 

They failed many times, but still contin- 
ued their labours. It was not until the 
morning had dawned, that they succeeded 
in raising their unlucky friend from his sad 
situation. The edges of the ditch, tracked 
and indented with their numerous footsteps, 
showed how hard they had toiled in their 
work of kindness. 

Children, if your playmates are in any 
trouble, you must not turn aside and leave 
them. Learn from these kind animals how 
to show kindness to your own race. If 


your friend says or does what is wrong, 
advise him to return to the right way ; for 
the path of evil is worse than the deep pit 
into which the poor elephant fell.