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Title: Willie Drew and his school-mates
Physical Description: 36 p. : ill. ; 11 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Maxwell, M. H ( Mary H. ), 1815-1891
Kidder, Daniel P ( Daniel Parish ), 1815-1891 ( Editor )
Longking, Joseph ( Printer )
Lane & Scott ( Publisher )
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Publisher: Lane & Scott, for the Sunday-School Union of the Methodist Episcopal Church
Place of Publication: New York
Manufacturer: Joseph Longking
Publication Date: 1851, c1849
Copyright Date: 1849
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Subject: Friendship -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Sunday school literature   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1851
Genre: poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
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Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. Maxwell.
General Note: "Edited by D. P. Kidder."
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Preface
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Table of Contents
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Part I: Samuel Prickle - Wicked names - Good Willie - Morning songs - Willie's prayer - Angry words - The silent tomb - Choosing thorns
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        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
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        Page 18
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        Page 21
        Page 22
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    Part II: Sick-bed - Pleasant evening - Reconciliation - Willie's grave
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        Page 27
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    Address: Little reader, choose your course - Be like Willie - Live for God, and go to heaven
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
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WILLIE DREW


AND


HIS SCHOOL-MATES.



BY MRS. MAXWELL



EDITED BY D. P. KIDDER.





Ne-toLork:
PUBLISHED BY LANE & SCOTT,
FOR THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION OF THE METIHOIST
EPISCOPAL CHURCH, 200 MULBERRY-ST.
Joseph Longking, Printer.
1851.



















Entered according to Act of Congress, in the
year 1849, by LANE & ScoTT, In the Clerk's Office
of the District Court of the Southern District of
New-York.









PREFACE.



JAMES FROLIC, Sammy Briar, (who
was nicknamed Prickle,) and William
Drew, were three little boys of my
acquaintance. If there were no more
such in this world, it would not be best
to make their doings and sayings pub-
lic. But this is not the case. There
may not be many Willie Drews,
though I hope there are some-
but Sammy Prickles and Jimmy
Frolics are as plenty now as ever





i PREFACE.
they were-wicked, thoughtless little
boys, who, to make themselves sin-
ful fun, are willing to make others
do wrong-passionate, profane little
boys, who fight and swear, and run
the risk of losing their souls, that
they may revenge themselves on
those who laugh at and annoy them.
Let all such boys read with care the
sayings of little William Drew.










CONTENTS.



PART I.

SAMUEL PRICKLE.
WICKED NAMES.
GOOD WILLIE.
MORNING SONGS.
WILLIE'S PRAYER.
ANGRY WORDS.
THE SILENT TOMB.
CHOOSING THORNS.

PART II.

SICK-BED.
PLEASANT EVENING.
RECONCILIATION.
WILLIE'S GRAVE.





CONTENTS.


ADDRESS.

LITTLE READER,
CHOOSE TOUR COURSE.
BE LIKE WILLIE.
LIVE FOR GOD,
AND'GO TO HEAVEN.












PART I.

SAMUEL PRICKLE.
WICKED NAMES.
GOOD WILLIE.
MORNING SONGS.
WILLIE'S PRAYER.
ANGRY WORDS.
THE SILENT TOMB.
CHOOSING THORNS.










WILLIAM, JAMES, AND
SAMUEL.



PART L

I KNEW a little fellow once,
Sam Prickle was his name-
He lived quite near the meadow road,
Out on a little lane-

Near where Jim Frolic's father lived,
And Mr. Enoch Drew-
And near the sawmill pond, o'er which
The hazel-bushes grew.




12 WILLIE DREW.


Now Sammy Prickle was a lad
That never suffered much-
He seem'd to say, in every look,
"I'll prick you if you touch."

So Jimmy calI'd him prickly Sam"-
(His father's name was Briar,)
And Sam paid Jim, by calling him-
A downright little liar.

Bad boys! I know you all will say,
And this is very true-
But you will all be glad to hear
Of little Willie Drew,

The son of Mr. Enoch Drew,
Who lived a little higher,
But still upon the very hill
Where lived this Samuel Briar.




WILLIE DREW.


Now Willie Drew, I'm glad to say,
Was quite another lad
From Jim and Sam, whose endless
strife
Full often made him sad.

Good children never love to see
Their playmates vex each other;
They know that every little boy
Should be to all a brother.

So thought our Willie, and he tried
To follow out this rule-
To be a gentle, loving boy,
At home, at play, or school

But he was often doom'd to see
A sad and painful sight-
A sight no less than prickly Sam
And Jim engaged in fight.




14 WILLIE DREW.


Ev'n in the morning, when the sun
Came o'er the eastern hills-
And God was praised by little birds,
And flowers, and silver rills-

When Willie knew that everything
Should raise a tuneful voice,
Should join in nature's cheerful song,
And in the Lord rejoice-

Then he was often pain'd to hear,
Upon the morning breeze,
A mocking laugh or bitter word,
Or something worse than these.

Some little boy may wonder if
Good Willie did not try
To make these wicked boys agree,
As he was living nigh,




WILLIE DREW.


And often saw them as he passed
Along the way to school,
And heard them call each other
names--
As liar, dunce, and fool

You may be sure, my little boy,
That Willie understood
His duty in this trying case-
Was doing what he could.

He talked with Sammy, talk'd with Jim,
And Willie stopped not there-
He pray'd for both, with earnest faith
In Him who heareth prayer.

He lalk'd with Sammy, but he said
That Jim made all the strife-
And swore the boy had always been
The torment of his life.




16 WILLIE DREW.


"I hate him worse," said angry Sam,
Than all the poison snakes
That ever crawr'd that meadow round,
Or hid beneath those brakes.

"The fellow meets me everywhere,
With some provoking trick-
And laughs and mocks till I am mad,
And treat him to a kick.

"Then we fall to, and box and fight
Till we are out of breath-
I'd like to beat the fellow once
Within an inch of death:

"Guess then he'd mind his p's and q's,
And let a chap alone-
Just let me live to be a man,
A man that's fairly grown;




WILLIE DREW.


"And I will make that fellow know
Which side his bread is butter'd."
And Sammy wink'd at Will and laugh'd
As this last threat was utter'd.

But Will was not in laughing mood;
He sadly look'd on Sam-
And ask'd him what if he should die
Before he was a man?

"Your sun," said Willie, "may go down
Before your manhood's noon-
Your childhood's hopes may pass away,
Like fading flowers of June.

"The cold dew on your brow may lie,
The green sod on your breast-
Where Jimmy's laugh will not disturb
The quiet of your rest.
2




18 WILLIE DREW.


"But, Sammy dear, the Bible says,
As the tree falls it lies'-
The sinner lives beyond the grave,
Even as the sinner dies.

"If wicked passions bind us here,
In chains of guilt and sin-
They'll bind us where no ray of hope
Will ever enter in."

The tear-drop stood in Willie's eye,
As Sammy's hand he press'd-
But Sammy turn'd away, and said
He would go home, he guess'd.

But at the corner of the road
Jim Frolic, laughing, stood-
And, for the first time in his life,
Sam wish'd that Jim was good.





WILLIE DREW.


He did not wish that James was dead,
As he had often done-
He only wish'd that he was good,
And gentle with his fun.

"Ho, cockle-buttons r' shouted Jim,
Come, buy, my little man I-
They're just the thing to button up
The coat of prickly Sam."

But still, to Jimmy's great surprise,
Sam never turn'd his head-
The boy was thinking all the while .
About his being dead:

About the dew upon his brow,
The cold sod on his breast-
The dark, deep grave, where Jimmy's
laugh
Would not disturb his rest.




20 WILLIE DREW.


And then of that low dwelling, where
No hope can enter in-
Where, bound in fearful chains, must lie
The sinner in his sin.

And Sammy thought of this all day,
And through the darksome night-
And in the morning did not feel
Like going out to fight.

Jim sat upon his father's stile,
And shouted loud as ever-
" Here is a splendid thistle-stalk
For Sammy Prickle's beaver

"Fresh cockle-buttons, ho who'll buy?
A dozen for a groat!
Within the means of prickly Sam,
Who needs a nice new coat"





WILLIE DREW.


Then Jimmylaugh'd both loud and long,
And cried, "Who'll bid ?-one-
two-"
"I will, I will," said some one near-
'T was little Willie Drew.

" Ah, no!" and Jimmy shook his head,
The thing would never do-
These cockle-buttons were not made
For such as Willie Drew.

"You see, my boy, that I stand up
For all the rights of man-
A special order came for these
Last night, from prickly Sam.

"And so the Burdock got them up,
'Tis all monopolized-
And Sam is mum, you see, until
The thing is organized."





22 WILLIE DREW.


Jim laugh'd again, and said
The thing would never do,
For cockle-buttons were not made
For such as Willie Drew.

" Ah, no, indeed," said little Will-
They were not made for me-
No more for you or Sam, my friend,
So pray you let them be.

"'T is strange, amid the blessings rare
Our God has given us,
We should select the only things
That shadow forth his curse.

That from this world of flowers we
choose
The scattered thorns of wrath,
And toil to plant them all along
Our fellow-pilgrim's path."




WILLIE DREW.


"You take the thing too hard," said
Jim,
"I'm sure I have not done
These little things, but just for sake
Of having little fun.

"And fun it is-to see him flash,
'Tis cute-I do declare-
I've laugh'd till I.could hardly stand,
To hear the fellow swear.

"I never swear myself-not I,
For I am better taught-
But hang me, Will, 'tis queer enough
To see how quick he's caught.

"One word, and he is 'up a tree,'
And ready for a fight-
I box him just to keep him mad,
Tis such a glorious sight."
















PART II.

SIcK-BED.
PLEASANT EVENING.
RECONCILIATION.
WILLIE'S GRAVE.





WILLIE DREW.


PART I.

NOT many days beyond this time,
One evening clear and still,
Upon his bed, all faint and pale,
Reclined our little Will.

His father held his feeble hand,
His mother bathed his brow,
His little sister whispered soft,
Is Willie better now?"

"Ah no!" his breath came quick and
short,
And throbb'd his fainting head,
As there reclined our Willie lay,
Upon his little bed.





26 WILLIE DREW.


The sun was down behind the trees,
The stars were shining bright:
Just such a scene as Willie loved,
A clear and glorious night.

A scene like this, to children good,
A holy joy imparts-
And Willie never fear'd that God
Should see his heart of hearts.

He loved to think that spirit-eyes
Shone from the stars above-
He often thought they fell on him,
With strange, sweet beams of love.

But now his breath came quick and
short,
And throbb'd his fainting head-
As there reclined our Willie lay,
Upon his little bed.





WILLIE DREW.


His father held his feeble hand,
His mother bathed his brow,
His little sister whispered soft-
"Is Willie better now?"

" Ah no!" said Willie, as he raised
His dark but sunken eye-
"Not better here, my little love,
But well beyond the sky."

And then he turned, with wistful look,
Toward the window bright-
And ask'd if they would send for James
And Samuel, that night

Indeed they would! no wish of his
Could ever be denied,
So Sam and Jimmy soon were there,
And standing side by side.




28 WILLIE DREW.


But what our Willie said to them,
Nobody ever knew;
He wish'd to see them all alone-
(Poor little Willie Drew I)

When Mrs. Drew returned again,
All that she saw was this-
Jim sobbing on Sam Prickle's neck,
And Sammy's hand in his.

Next day our little Willie died-
They laid him down to rest-
The cold dew on his marble brow,
The sod upon his breast.

But there our Willie did not stay,
'T was but the threshold dim
Of that blest country, by whose gates
No sorrow enters in.





WILLIE DREW.


So thought Sam Briar, so thought Jim,
As hand in hand they stood
Beside the grave, and seem'd to hear
A voice that said, Be good!"

"Beware! beware I and do not swell
Of guilt the vast amount-
Lest in the end your brother's sin
Be placed to your account."

I'm glad to say that James obey'd
The warnings of this voice-
And he and Sammy soon became
The very best of boys.

They planted many a pretty tree
Around dear Willie's grave-
And loved to see the verdant boughs
So softly o'er him wave.






30 WILLIE DREW.

As years passed on they grew to men,
But always loved each other-
But, more than this, they loved the
world,
And each man as a brother.

And to their little ones they taught
The words of Willie Drew-
"That he who made his brother sin,
Must be a sinner too."

Bade them beware, and never swell
Of guilt the vast amount-
Lest in the end their brother's sin
Be placed to their account.















ADDRESS.

LITTLE READER,
CHOOSE YOUR COURSE.
BE LIKE WILLIE.
LIVE FOR GOD,
AND GO TO HEAVEN.





WILLIE DREW.


ADDRESS.

AND now, my little friends who read
This tale of Willie Drew-
Just think if you would like to be
As good and useful too.

Pray have you never seen some boys
Like James and prickly Sam-
Who do not heed the golden rule
Our Saviour gave to man ?

If so, just be like Willie Drew-
He plainly understood
That Jesus' mission here below
Was doing sinners good.
8





34 WILLIE DREW.


He knew that God had left to man
This mission to fulfill-
And even little boys could help
To do their Maker's will.

And thus, although his sun went down
Before his manhood's noon-
His youthful promise wither'd up,
Like fading flowers of June-

Yet that brief day he wasted not,
His short and fleeting span
Was measured back to God, who gave
The gift of hfe to man.

And though before the fervid noon
His morning sun went down-
He failed not to secure some stare,
To deck his early crown.





WILLIE DREW.


Thus you may do, my little friends-
By seizing, ere 'tis past,
Each golden moment as you would,
If known to be your last.

Then, should your morning sun go down
Before its fervid noon,
You'll find the Christian, young or old,
Can never die too soon.

The Lord's appointment is his hour-
Though brief, his work is done-
The Christian's crown is his, because
The Christian's race is run.

May it be yours, my little friends-
The crown of glory bright,
Prepared for those who nobly dare
To do the thing that's right.






16 WILLIE DREW.

Do this-and I shall much rejoice
This tale was told to you-
Of Jimmy Frolic, Samuel Briar,
And little Willie Drew.







THE END.




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