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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
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        Page 7
        Page 8
    Table of Contents
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Part I
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
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        Page 31
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        Page 35
        Page 36
    Part II
        Page 37
        Page 38
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    Back Matter
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Entered according to Act of Congres, In the
year 18N, by LAwR & Tipurr, in the Clerk's
Ofce of the Dstrict Court of the Bouthern Dis-
trict of New-York


THIS is a little book writ-
ten on purpose for the chil-
dren. They will no doubt
think that many grown peo-
ple don't know how to man-
age their bitter sweet; tak-
ing what appears the most
agreeable fist, and being
obliged to swallow the bitter
afterward. That is true; and
if I thought they would listen,

I would tell them a story
about bitter sweet. But I
know the children will listen,
for they love stories.
Some grown people are
more foolish than little chil-
dren, and that is because
they ate their sweet first.
When they were children,
they chose to run in the
streets and play, rather than
go to school and learn; now
they are eating the bitter
fruits of ignorance. What if
a little boy was sick, and his
mother should say. Here iR



some very unpleasant medi-
cine for you, my son; but I
have brought a nice lump of
sugar, to take the bad taste
from your mouth. What lit-
tle boy would eat his sugar


Tmr BITmal SwmT APPLL-Tu
CuILDmI's AxzcDoTs Rz-
MARu rmom Gooseo - II


Tam BITrr Swmr EXPz~rInC or
BuoTmH GnoXio, iN TwztT-
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LITTLE Mary gave her bro
their Charles a large red ap
pie. "Now pray tell me,!
said Charley, pray tell me
Mary, if you call this appl,
Why. kind o' sweet." mi


Mary; it is not sour, that is
And this was the opinion
of the children. Mary tasted
the apple, and so did Frank
and Robert, and they all said
that it was not sour. Charles
tasted again, and gave it to
Susan and Neddy, and they
three said that it was not
A queer apple, truly! and
all the children laughed.
Neither sweet nor sour.
"Have you a mind to
taste ?" said Charley, and he

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their George, who was an al-
most grown-up man. George
took quite a mouthful, and
looked very knowingly at the
children, until he chewed and
swallowed it; but he couldn't
decide until he had taken
another. Charley began to
think that it would take all
of the apple to decide its cha-
racter, and he hinted as much.
George, therefore, made up
his mind on the second mouth-
ful, and called it bitter sweet.
"Bitter sweet!" repeated the


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children; and some oe them
thought that it was a contra-
A bitter thing cannot be
sweet," said Charley.
And a sweet thing cannot
be bitter," said Susan.
And yet," replied George,
"there js not a day of your
lives in which you do not find
things both bitter and sweet."
"Do you mean things to
eat?" asked Robert.
"Not always," replied
George; "you have bitter
sweet thoughts, feelings-

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bitter sweet experience."
"Now I begin to know
what you mean," said Frank.
"Last Thursday, you know,
was my birthday; and I have
had the promise all along, for
many weeks, that when that
day should come, I should go
to our uncle's for a visit. But
Thursday came; that same
Thursday.that I had waited
for so long; and the horse
was lame, and mother was
"Did you call that bitter

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sweet?" said Susan. "I re-
member something of the
face that you made, and think
that you left off the sweet."
You will allow me to fin-
ish my story, Miss Sukey,"
and Frank bowed very low,
and continued: "My first
feeling on hearing that I
must stay at home were bit-
ter, and I had a great mind
to say bitter words; some-
thing like, I've had the pro-
mise, and I ought to go. It
wouldn't hurt the horse, and
mother is not so sick that she


need keep us all at home.'
But I didn't speak these
thoughts, and so they began
to grow sweeter. What a'
good lesson you can learn
from this disappointment!
whispered something to my
heart; bear it patiently, and
it will make you more of a
man, and a better boy. It is
generous and affectionate to
stay at home without a mur-
mur, when your mother is not
able to go with you. Then
my bitter thoughts came
back again, and so all day

my feelings were hitter
"And which tasted in your
mouth the longest?" inquired
"Why, as to that," replied
Frank, "I don't remember
much about my mouth; but
in my heart the sweet lived
longer than the bitter. I went
to sleep that night thinking,
'Well, I have not had my
visit to-day, but I have had
my birthday, and spent it
well. I have spoken no hard,
unpleasant words, about my

_ ____

disappointment, and have
learned what I can bear.
My father and mother are
glad to see me patient and
considerate. And God will
forgive my bitter thoughts,
because I have tried to drive
them away, by giving them
no words.'"
And so your bitter sweet
feehligs became all sweet,"
said George; "that is be-
cause you tasted the bitter
first. Can any of you re-
member of tasting the sweet,
sad aAerward the bitter ?

Guess Ido," said Robert;
"that time when I went off
to the saw-mill, after father
told me not to go." And Bob
shrugged up his shoulders, as
though he tasted more of the
bitter than sweet, even then.
"Well," said George, "it
will be best for us to know
that there is no sweet in this
world without a bitter, and no
bitter that cannot be turned
into sweet. Yet the thoughts
and feelings of most people-
grown-up people as well as

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ter nor sweet, but bitter sweet.
When we give our hearts to
the Lord Jesus Christ, and he
makes them all new and
good, then we shall have
sweet thoughts and speak
sweet words. We shall al-
ways meet with trials in this
world, and they will seem
bitter; but faith, and hope,
and love, will be like the
tree which the prophet cast
into the bitter fountain.
Everything is sweet to the
Christian, because he sees
God in all."


Neddy thought that he re-
membered once when he
tasted the sweet first and last
too. The children begged to
know how it was; and Neddy,
who was quite a little boy, told
his story after this fashion:
"You know little Benny
Miles; that little Benny thai
has only a mother, and no
"Well, when Benny firn
began to go to school, the
boys treated him real ba4
just because his mother wa

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poor, and he was ragged-
no! not ragged, but mended:
they called him ragamuffn,
scarecrow, and all such
names; and one day they got
a snow-balling Benny, and
threw him down in the snow:
then they shouted to me, and
told me to finish tearing off
the great blue patch that his
mother had sewed upon his
black jacket, and one of the
boys held him down, while I
tore it off. Then there was
a great ugly hole, and Benny
iWa way to cover it up.

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ne was asnameu w guo mi
the school-house, and so went
crying home to his poor mo-
ther. So we all went laugh-
ing along into the school-
house, and when we came to
spell, the master missed Ben-
ny, and asked where he was.
Some of the boys spoke up,
and said that he went home
at noon-time. Then they
whispered to each other, and
said, 'He'll catch it to-mor-
row.' But I was beginning
to feel dreadfully. I had a
good mind to tell the


all about it. roor-poor tr-
tie Benny! how I wanted to
get away somewhere and
cry! As we went home from
school, I tried to play, but it
was 'no go.' Dear me! it
was bitter without any sweet.
And when I went to my sup-
per, everything tasted bitter,
and I couldn't eat. At last I
felt so bad, that I couldn't
bear it any longer; so I went
to mother, and told her all
about it and for a long time
skled so as to make me
J lWd worse. But

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matter awhile, she asked me if
I was willing to give Benny
one of my jackets. 0, yes I
I wanted to. Then she asked
me if I would tell Benny that
I had done wrong, very wrong,
and was very, very sorry. Yes,
I was willing. Then mother
told me to kneel down with
her, and confess my sin to
God. Well, I'did, and then
the bitter began to go away;
and though I cried a great
deal, and was very sorry,
somehow I felt happy. r1-Yn
know that Benny,,

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oeen great mends ever since.
So that I had the sweet first
and last too. It was very
pleasant, for a few minutes,
to hear all the boys say,
' Hurra! Ned is a brave boy,'
but that sweet didn't last
And you bought your last
sweet at a very dear rate,"
said Susan.
"That is true," said George.
"Repentance is a very bitter
cup. But it is sweet too; and
will grow sweeter and sweet-
er, until the bitterness is lost."


"What does the hymn
mean," said Neddy, "when
it says,
'The bud may have a bitter tate,
But sweet will be the flower ?'"
"It is telling us about God's
providence," said George. "It
means that we should be very.
patient and quiet, when things
appear to go wrong. That we
can see but a little way, and
don't know what is best for
us; and that if we are patient,
and take what God sends,
without murmuring and find-
ing fault, we shall find that

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everything is m&nt for our
"That makes me think of
poor old Mrs. Tracy," said
Susan. I called to see hei
yesterday, and she told me
that the time had been where
she lived in a great house
and had plenty of servants
and a greatmany rich friends
Thlt ahi airl that tth T.nri


him. So he took them all
away. Then she murmured,
and felt almost angry at his
providence. It was bitter,
very bitter, and she would not
be patient, so he took away
her husband. Then she be-
gan to think that God was
meaning it all r,her good
and she begad pray for
grace and patie e to bear
all, but was not willing to
give up all, and believe th"A
God would do everything


" Her feelings were bitter
weet," said Frank.
"Yes," replied Susan; "but
he said that the Lord wanted
ler whole heart. So he took
way her only child, a dear
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that has grown fron
er bud called submis.


felt the same when my Cana-
ry bird died; but I didn't.
I went all over the house, cry-
ing and saying that nothing
good and pretty ever lived;
that what we loved was al-
ways takAi from us."
Do you call such feelings
as that bitter sweet ?" inquired
"It would take as large a
mouthful as George took of
Charley's apple," said Susan,
to find out the sweet of such
feelings." A


One thing, my dear little
brothers and sisters," said
George, always remember,
that doing right will end well.
If the bitter comes, right mo-
tives, right thoughts, pleasant
words, and kind actions, will
turn it into sweet. And with
these motives, thoughts, words
and actions, we need not be
discouraged, if bitter feelings
sometimes come upon us,
making our hearts for a time
bitter sweet. Let nothing but
the sweet come out of your
hearts, and you will be sur-


prised to find at last that the
bitter is no longer there."
Here Susan left the room,
but soon came back with a
large fruit-dish of fine apples,
whose characters she said
were formed and understood;
and all the children hoped,
as each selected one from the
dish, that they should be able
to form characters as good.


THAT little fly is dead, mamma;
SYes, 'tis the very same
That buzz'd about all yesterday
Upon the window pane.
Its wings were like the rainbow, ma;
Its tiny eyes were green;
The prettiest little fly, mamma,
That ever I had seen.
But now'tis dead I Iwish I knew
Who kmi'd the little fly;
And why the prettiest things of all
Are always sure to die.
There was my sister Hetty, ma,
The prettiest of the three;
And better, too, (the darling babe,)
Than Lilly or than me.

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But now she 's dead-'tis always so-
Enough to make one cry,
That every good and pretty thing
Is always sure to die.
But therf they go to heaven, mamma,
And live, though they are dead:
I'll cover up the fly, mamma,
And then I'll go to bed.

-- ,i

BerTTn swsI.

A FEW days after the fore
going conversation, brother
George gave the children
something which they calle
his bitter sweet experience
It was this:-


But this is true: Ill tell you why-
The thought is so complete-
The first of my experience was
A taste of bi r eeat.

Por I remember very well-
As plain as yesterday-
When on the candlestick I saw
A blazing taper play.

My little fingers long'd to touch
What looked so bright and gay;
And Bun him I burn him!" only made
Me cry to have my way.

I cannot tell you why it was,
That, in my infant days,
They thought it best to let me put
My fingers in the blse.

But so it was; and strange as true,
My zeal was cooled by heat,
Which gave to me, s "lesson first "
A line of bittersweet

Twa sweet to know that I might take
The candle from the stand;
Yet bitter, afterward, to feel
The burning in my hand.

How often since have I been doom'd
This lesson to repeat-
To taste, in every earthly cup,
The bitter with the sweet

When trying from the path of tuth,
With boyhood's carele feet,
Hnw uvnm nmw wamun has hamn 4afd

Or walked with him te street,
How I have found that wasted time
Gives bittrase. to sweet

The bitter of the sweet I

Sometimes from wisdom's path I turned,
The stubborn fool to greet,
And learned how stupid donkeys chew
Their bitter with the sweet

But, after all, this bitter sweet
Is not so bad a thing;
It takr from vice his gilded robe,
And shows his deadly sting.

It shows us by a cipher here
How vast will be the sum
Of sorrow for the sinfol souls
Left for the world to come.

But happy he who knows that hre
Bitter was made to eat-
Who takes it fjt with right good will,
And afterward the sweet

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For every step in duty's path
Is bitterness to some;
But those will learn to love the right
Who manfully go on.

And virtue leaves no sting behind;
She makes us bear the heat
And burden of our summer's day,
But her reward is sweet.

Life has its trials-joy and grief
Near neighbors ever live-
And man should never seek below
What earth can never give.

Thrice happy he who learns this truth-
With which we often meet-
Tis wise to be content, and take
The bitter with the sweet.

The gall wrung out from wicked deeds,
God grant we may not eat!
But bitter trials, bravely borne,
Will end at last in sweet.

If thus we live, a pleasant night
Will end our weary day,
This life of mingled hope and fear
Will swiftly pas an y.

Then we shall taste the waters pure
That flow the golden street,
And find within our joyful cup
No bitter with the sweet



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