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THE MOST HONOURABLE
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i TilE ROYAL SOCIETY
PREVENTION OF CRUELTY TO ANIMALS,
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JANE'S VISIT TO THE COUNTRY
THE LATE PRINCE CONSORT'S BULLOCKS
ALMOST DROWNED; OR, POOR PUSSY
DAVID AND HIS DONKEY
FRIENDS; OR, GOAT AND RAVEN
CHAFFINCHES AND THEIR WAYS
CHAFFINCHES TEACHING TO FLY
THE LITTLE LAMB
WIDOW JOHNSON'S CHILDREN
THE VISIT TO THE SEA-SIDE
TIE WRENS AND THE ROBINS
" BE YE THEREFORE MERCIFUL"
TIE GREAT FOUNTAIN
LAD WITH A GOOD CHARACTER
THE VISIT TO THE COTTAGE
THE PET LAMB
THE GOOD SIIEPHERD
THE TANGLED SKEIN
TIHE ROBIN'S NEST
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A NOVEL POSTMAN
ROBIN REDBREAST IN THE SNOW
THE SYMPATHIZING DOG
THE CARRIER'S HELPER
THE THREE IIEDGEHOGS
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
WATER FOR MAN AND BEAST
" ONLY MARY KNOWS .
" THERE'S A RAP AT THE DOOR !"
BILLY, THE PERSEVERING GOAT
THE ROOKS AND THE LAPWINGS
THE DOG DETECTIVE ,
TIE LOST SHEEP
CARLO AND HIS LITTLE MISTRESS
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THE SONG IN SEASON With Illustration .
THE FOUNTAIN; BUT WHERE IS THE TROUGH ? do. by L. fluard 4f Anelay
IN penning this volume, the aim of the writer has been to
plead with the young on behalf of poor dumb animals.
Grievous, indeed, are the wrongs endured by numbers of in-
offensive creatures that a kind Providence has created for our
use, comfort, and delight.
Alas I we cannot look from our windows or walk in the fields
and streets, without our hearts often growing sad and sorrowful at
the cruelties practised on the helpless and the dumb ; and the
object of this book is to invite the young to plead meekly for the
suffering, and speak to their persecutors of the beauty and love-
liness of kindness; for well may the poet sing,
This world is full of beauty,
As other worlds above,
And did we do our duty
It would be full of love !
These pages will also remind our readers of the claim that
our dumb friends have upon our gratitude and affection. They
will remember how the uncomplaining horse and ass become
our willing servants to bear our burdens, asking no wages but
consideration and kindness; they will observe how the patient
cattle supply us with food and sustenance, how the faithful dog
keeps watch and guard over our households and property, how the
presence of the graceful cat preserves the contents of our larders;
and how the sweet birds sing for our gratification.
The least we can do, is to deal kindly with the humble animals
to whom we owe so much I May the great Maker of all things
bless the lessons of this volume to many a youthful mind May
those who peruse these pages grow more considerate and loving
to their voiceless friends around them; so shall their Father
in heaven look down from his high and holy dwelling, and smile
upon their tenderness towards the wondrous works of his hands.
and fulfil the humble prayer of
JANE'S VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.
OH you happy, gentle creatures," said Jane, as she stood on
the green bank of a pond in Farmer Brown's model farm, watch-
ing the cows enjoying a noon-day bath,-" how I wish your poor
London sisters could lead your pleasant life !"
Now Jane was a kind-hearted child who lived just outside the
crowded City, and had gone to spend her Midsummer holidays in
4 Jane's Visit to the Country.
a quiet village in Staffordshire. Oh, how happy she was, roving
through the sweet green fields, with her hands full of wild flowers,
and her heart full of song!
The birds in the trees, the cattle in the meadows, and even
the ducks in the rippling brook, all seemed to speak to her of the
goodness of God. And how pleasant it was to rise with the lark,
and go with Farmer Brown over the dewy fields every morning,
riding on good-natured Jack.
Now Jack was a donkey, but not such an ass as not to know
that he carried a kind little girl, who held no cruel stick in her
hand ; and he trotted off briskly when she patted his neck, as if
he thought--" Kind words have more power than blows, little
miss And Jane delighted to stand with worthy Mrs. Brown
just inside the farm-yard gate, listening to the crowing cocks and
the cackling hens, and laughing at the fat pigs grunting and
rooting among the straw. But, among all the well-fed animals
there, the gentle cows were her favourites. "Oh, how much
happier they are," she would say, than the poor cattle I have
seen hurried panting along the London streets !" and good Mrs.
Brown would listen to Jane's tales of unkind drovers' cruelty,
till bitter tears ran down her cheeks for the tortures the helpless
creatures had borne. And long after Jane had left the quiet
village, and returned to the bustling City, Mrs. Brown would feel
sad whenever she recalled those tales of sorrow ; and four months
after the little girl had exchanged the sweet green fields for the
busy streets, she begged of her in a letter, to send her a copy of
Jane's Visit to the Country. 7
the verses on the ill-treatment of cattle, which Jane repeated to
her one calm evening as they stood together just within the farm.
PooR things they have no human tongues
Their cruel wrongs to speak;
Or else the burning blush of shame
Would mantle many a cheek !
Along the hot and dusty street
With painful speed they go,
With nought to slake their raging thirst
Or soothe their speechless woe,
Dear children, can you nothing do
To stay their silent grief ?
Your hearts are sad, and much you wish.
To bring them kind relief.
Oh, when you mark the cruel blow,
Plead for the helpless dumb ;
And pray the loving Lord of life
To let his kingdom come."
THE LATE PRINCE CONSORT'S BULLOCKS.
THE late Prince Consort was a great friend of the dumb. He
was very particular in having his numerous animals treated with
kindness. He did not like to see the bullocks, which were
working on the Royal Farm, burdened with their old-fashioned and
heavy wooden yokes, so he contrived a most excellent set of
harness, such as is shown in the above engraving, which enabled
the useful bullocks to do their work with comfort.
May all my readers follow the example of "Albert the Good," in
seeking to lessen the burdens, and increase the comfort, of animals.
" OH, poor pussy," said little Mary Moss, as she stooped to
stroke a tabby-and-white cat lying outside a cottage door, "how
very thin and ill you look !"
As pussy felt the gentle pressure of Mary's hand, she looked
up with a feeble "mew," which seemed to say, "Yes, I am ill!
thank you for your pity."
I am going to help John Smith drown that cat to-night," said
a ragged, rough-headed boy, who came up at that moment. She's
been ill a week, and his mother says it's no use keeping cats that
don't catch mice !"
10 Almost Drowned.
"Drown poor pussy," cried Mary, the pretty cat who always
raises her tail and purrs, as I stroke her, on my way to school!
Oh, do, do please ask John's mother to give her to me instead."
No, that won't do," said the ragged boy, because then I
should lose the twopence I am to have for helping John."
Oh, poor, poor pussy, sobbed Mary, can nobody save you ?"
and in an agony of grief she tapped at Mrs. Smith's door. Mrs.
Smith was washing, and, when so engaged, nothing displeased her
so much as to be called away from the tub, so she opened the door
with a very cross look on her face.
If you please, ma'am," said Mary, will you be so good as to
give me your cat ? "
Well, I'm sure! said Mrs. Smith, with a frown, so I'm called
away from my washing for this nonsense I've told the boys to
drown her down by the wooden bridge at six to-night, so there's
an end of it, and you be off to school instead of loitering
here! "-and so saying she slammed the door in poor .Mary's sad
face. Mary could scarcely repeat her lessons that day for thinking
of poor puss, and the cold stream running under the wooden
bridge, and as she returned from school, she ran quickly past Mrs.
Smith's door, lest she should see her favourite again, and cry the
rest of the way home.
When Mary's mother heard her tale, she looked grave and said,
" People knew their own business best, but she should have
thought, as Mrs. Smith once told her the cat was a good mouser,
she might have kept her another week, to give her a chance of
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getting well. If Mary could coax it from the boys, she might
bring it home, as the mice had been at her gleaning corn that
Mary," said little Sally," will the penny the lady gave me buy
the poor pussy from the cruel boys ? "
Oh perhaps they'll let us have it for my bag of marbles as
well !" cried George.
Yes," said Mary, with a bright face, and my three half-pence
I earned for weeding the garden. O, let us all go to the wooden
bridge, and see if we can save the cat's life From five o'clock
that afternoon the children stood on the bridge till half-past six,
straining their eyes down the dusty roqd, watching for the coming
of the boys.
There they are at last !" they cried, as John and his ragged
friend appeared in the distance, carrying what seemed to be a
heavy bag between them. As they came nearer the children saw,
from the shaking of the bag, that the poor animal inside was
struggling violently. They ran to meet the boys, crying, Don't
drown her We're come to buy her !"
The boys set down the bag, and asked; How much will you
give for her "
Twopence-halfpenny," said Mary.
That won't do," said the ragged boy ; we're to have four.
pence between us for drowning her."
John," said George, "there are three dozen marbles in this
bag, and I'll give you half of them, if you will let us take puss home."
John looked at his friend to see what he thought of the offer.
"We must have all," said the rough-headed lad, if we are to
give up the fun of drowning the cat Come, John, let us have
a game at once," cried he, snatching the marbles from George's
hand. There, clear off with your bargain."
Oh, you. darling said Mary, as she and George hurried
away with the bag between them, you are ours We have
bought and saved you!" And little Sally took up the words,
singing," we have saved you," behind them, all the way home.
They were quite tired by the time they reached the cottage, for
heavy stones had been placed in the bag to make it sink ; but
their fatigue was nothing to the joy of having brought puss home
in triumph. She seemed to know she was among friends, and as
the children nursed her and fed her outside the cottage door that
evening, she purred so loudly that even Mary's mother, who was
not thought to be very fond of cats, exclaimed, You good-
tempered creature, I'm glad you're not at the bottom of the
stream under the wooden bridge."
Ah, Mary's mother had cause to be glad ; for puss, with careful
nursing, soon got well-and fat again, and her favourite place in the
cottage was the little room where the flour was kept, which had
been ground from the gleaning corn. Here the mice had always
been troublesome among Mary's mother's household stores, but
now the little thieves were pounced on by pussy in a moment,
if ever they ventured from their hiding places to taste some
of the nice things kept in the store-room ; so that kind Mary
was often delighted to hear her mother remark, It was a good
day for me, Mary, when you saved our cat from drowning in the
stream that runs under the wooden bridge."
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DAVID AND HIS DONKEY.
WHO does not love the gentle, patient, uncomplaining ass?
David did! And when he led his sleek, well-fed, handsome
favourite to the Donkey .Show, adorned with
blushing roses, and bows of the very best
ribbon he could afford to buy, was it to be
l. wondered at if he said to himself, She's a
beauty and if other people don't know it, I
do; and if she does not get a prize, why she deserves one all
the same." David was right; she was a beauty-with her large,
soft brown eyes, long fringed ears, and glossy coat that bore no
trace of cruelty ; and it would have been strange indeed if her
kind master had not been proud of her.
He looked, as he led her along the street, as if he would rather
be poor and keep his donkey than be a rich man without her.
Doubtless, she was a useful, faithful creature, who repaid good
David's kindness with grateful love.
Oh, do you not wish, my young friends, that the poor, ill-treated
donkeys you sometimes meet in your daily walks had all kind
Davids for their owners ? How sad it is to see them hanging
their drooping heads, as they are urged along the road by
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heavy blows, trembling with fear at their master's dreadful words.
Ah I those words and blows are heard by that Almighty God
who created all things to be happy, and unless thGse wicked
men turn from their cruel ways, they will surely be punished by
their great Maker, who never meant that any of the creatures his
hands have formed should be ill-treated and unhappy.
I am sure you love donkeys, dear children. You never look
happier than when you have mounted the patient animals, and sit
patting their necks before you start for a ride.
Oh, is not a donkey-ride one of the greatest of treats ? Do not
allow the boys who follow you to hurt the poor creatures
with heavy blows ; they will go quite as well without beating, and
no kind-hearted child will enjoy her ride if the donkey that bears
her so safely is thrashed on the journey. And, before you
mount the good donkeys, try to find out if they have just been a
long way, and are therefore quite tired; and if it is so, take your
ride another day, or go along slowly, for you can fancy, my dears,
how very uncomfortable you would feel, if you were obliged to
run fast when you were tired.
Be kind to the ass I It was chosen by Jesus
To bear him, while thousands were shouting his praise ;
Thus honoured by Christ, oh, we will not despise it,
But care for its comfort the whole of our days.
I remember once six little girls who lived in the country, and
had a nice garden and orchard to play in; and these children
20 David and his Donkey.
would often talk together, and say how much they should like to
have a dear donkey all to themselves, that should never do any
work, except carrying them round and round the orchard.
Well, one day a kind friend made them a present of a donkey,
which he had bought of a poor man, and they were all so pleased,
they could almost have cried for joy. Now this donkey was not
young, and he had done a great deal of work in his time, so I
think his new life must have seemed very strange to him at first ;
for the children were always brushing and combing him, and
making wreaths of daisies- and lilac blossoms for his neck, and
dressing him up with pink and blue ribbons. However, he
was always very patient with them, and sometimes stood,
munching away all the time at the dainty treats they brought
him, as if he thought-" Well, after all, my dears, food before
finery." And he was a clever donkey, as well as a patient one.
There was a pump close by, with a tub before it, and if the tub
was empty, he would sometimes pump it full again, by putting
his head under the pump-handle, and raising it, and then
over the pump-handle, pressing it down. Ah! that's many,
many years ago, and I dare say poor old Jack has been
dead some time ; but it is pleasant to look back and think we
were never unkind to the dumb creatures around us; and I trust,
dear readers, if you are spared to grow old, you will be able to
say, each of you, Well, I cannot remember being unkind to
a dumb animal once in my life."
How pleasant it is to see dumb creatures of different kinds
living and loving together Look at that good-tempered goat,
caressing a raven This is an interesting sight which many per-
sons have witnessed in one of the market towns in Lincolnshire.
Ravens are fierce birds by nature, but they may soon be tamed.
A raven, with its deep black, glossy plumage, is a great ornament to
a park or lawn, and if it is well fed, it will walk about among the
young lambs and sheep in the fields without doing them any harm.
I remember a raven who was a great favourite with some friends
I once knew. He lived many years about their grounds, but,
strange to say, flew away one day in a thunderstorm.
He was a very sly bird, and seemed to delight in hiding every-
thing he could find. He would go very often into the street, and
dig a hole in the middle of the road with his strong beak, in which
he would place, for a time, any food that might be given him. He
would then stand behind an open gate, where he could see every-
thing, yet not be seen. There he watched, ready to rush out
screaming, if a dog happened to come and snuff about the spot,
and I can tell you the dog always left the place as fast as his legs
could carry him. He was a droll bird, and very likely he is not
dead yet, for ravens will live to be a hundred years old. What a
wonderful and true story is told in the Bible about ravens feeding
one of God's prophets If you were to try to take away the food
a raven held in its beak, it would get very angry, and perhaps peck
you severely :-but there you read that the ravens seemed to
become gentle as doves, and carried food to the good man, every
morning and evening, as long as God told them to do so.
Oh, how great is God's care over his people who trust him!
And though he lives so high above, he is not too far off to look
with love on the thoughtful child who tries every day to please
her Father in heaven. He sees and hears her when she kneels by
her bed, to ask his blessing, and tell him all her joys and troubles,
and is as ready to supply her wants as he is to feed the young
ravens when they cry." And if you are among the Saviour's
lambs, dear young friends, you will strive to bring your playmates
into his happy fold. Ah the picture reminds me there are goats
as well as sheep in the world.
I do not mean the innocent goats that frolic in the fields, and
draw little carriages along the roads, but poor human goats,
children who do not love the Saviour, whom Satan, like "a
roaring lion," is seeking to devour. Oh! Jesus longs to save them
as well as you, but if they will not come 'to him they will be lost
for ever. Will you not pray for them every night, before you
close your eyes in sleep ? Will you not talk to them, and beg
them to come at once to the Good Shepherd? If you win
them to Christ, you will be blessed children indeed, for they
shall shine like stars in the crowns that you will wear for
ever and ever.
CHAFFINCHES AND THEIR WAYS.
THE LITTLE BUILDERS.
"THE. winter is past, the flowers appear on the earth, and the
time of the singing of birds is come." Let us go into the orchard,
and there let us watch the happy little chaffinches at work.
Oh, what a lovely nest they are building Who teaches them to
fasten it so securely in the budding branches, and line it with such
downy softness and beauty ? It is the great and good God, who
cares for little birds as well as for children, and loves to see even
the smallest of his creatures happy. The rain may fall, and rough
winds rock the boughs to and fro, but no harm will come to the
pretty nest. Listen one of the chaffinches is singing Oh, what
music comes from his swelling throat', He seems to say,-
Oh, let me sing,
For the smiling spring
Is come with its joy and love,-
And the song I raise,
Shall be full of praise
To the glorious God above:
THE LITTLE BUILDERS.
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For he blesses all,
Both the great and small,
And bids us his gifts enjoy ;
And looketh down
With an angry frown
On those who our bliss destroy.
But see! the little birds have spread their pretty, white-barred
wings, and flown once more in search of feathers, and wool, and
moss. What a lesson of cheerful industry they teach us They
are not like some children, who sigh, as if a very sad thing had
happened to them, when they are told to leave their play for a
little while, and come and sit down to work. Oh, no! They sing
as they build, and seem to tell us, it is only the idle who are
Oh, how cruel that child must be who could put his hand into
that lovely nest and steal away the pretty, red-tinged eggs I The
boy who can rob a poor harmless bird of all her wealth at once,
must have a heart as hard as a stone; and if he is not checked in
his course of shameful theft, he will not only be a terror to birds,
but grow unkind and cruel to all around him.
And now let us say good-bye to the holly-hedge for a time, for
we must not annoy the poor birds by coming too often to visit
them, and Mrs. Chaffinch will soon be covering five spotted eggs
with her warm soft breast, and we must be careful on no account
to disturb her.
Chafinches and their Ways.
I wonder if these are the same birds that built in this hedge last
spring. I shall not soon forget the pretty sight I saw then in the
month of May. I was passing this very spot one morning, when a
chaffinch flew from the hedge crying, Pink, Pink," as if alarmed
at my presence,-and peeping through the clustering leaves, I
beheld five little birds snugly packed in the neatest nest I ever
saw, while their mother sat on a branch beside them, closely
watching me, with a startled look in her bright eye. Poor thing !
I would not have harmed the smallest feather on her head, or have
caused her a moment's fright, had I known she was so near ; so
leaving the hedge at once, I sat quietly down a short distance off,
under a pear-tree.
SOh, how wonderful it was to see the parent chaffinches flying to
and fro with their little bills full of insects and caterpillars, with
which to feed their young !
The pretty warblers seemed never to grow tired in their labour
of love ; and I could not help thinking, as I watched their frequent
flights, how foolish those mistaken people must be who rejoice in
killing their best friends, the good birds, who destroy the noxious
insects that harm the earth.
May they very soon learn how greatly they have been in error in
ridding their fields and gardens of these useful little creatures, and
for their own sakes seek to encourage instead of destroy them.
Chaffinches and their Ways.
TEACHING TO FLY.
Thus, day after day, the little nestlings were fed and tended with
unwearied love, till they grew feathered, and strong, and sturdy,
and able to stand safely on the branch beside them. Then their
wise parents seemed to think it was high time they should spread
their pretty wings and try a short flight ; and so, with beaks full
of tempting caterpillars and insects, they attracted them from
bough to bough, till, twig by twig, they mounted the pear-tree
growing in the hedge.
Then their clever mother, dropping down on a branch some
distance below her young brood, looked up (with her bill still full
of insect dainties) at her fluttering, open-mouthed family, as if she
said, Come down, my dears, if you mean to have any dinner to-
day !" A sudden shaking and shivering seemed to seize the
astonished group, but mother standing firm, and "hunger being a
sharp thorn," one after another took courage, and descended for the
tempting repast, till only one little trembling bird remained on the
bough above. It looked very frightened and lonely, as it fluttered
its wings above the happy crowd beneath. I could almost fancy
I heard it say,-
Oh, mother dear,
My bough's so high!
I can't get down ;
I dare not fly !
Chaffinches and their Ways.
I'm hungry too,
And want some food,
And that green fly
Does look so good !
And then the good mother, looking up at her timid child above,
seemed to answer,-
Your wings were given
To spread and fly ;
There's nothing done
Unless we try !
And as she picked up a caterpillar that had dropped from her
beak to the branch on which she stood, there was a sudden move-
ment over-head, and the small bird cried,-
Those tempting worms,
1 must have some !
O, mother dear,
I FLY! I'M COME! !
And so all the happy family dined together on the leafy bough.
And can you not, dear children, learn something that will do
you good from the young chaffinches, and their first timid flight ?
Had they trusted their parents more, they would not have trembled
so much. And if God has blessed you with wise and tender
parents, and true and loving friends, would it not be well, that you
trusted them more and obeyed them better ? Oh, you may be
sure, that if at any time they bid you do what at first may not
seem pleasant to you, it is right to obey them at once, for they are
TEACHING TO FLY.
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older and wiser than you, and only seek to do you good.
A child stood on the deck of a ship on fire. Throw yourself
in the water, and I will save you," cried a strong swimmer in the
waves below. The child trembled and dared not obey, lest she
should be lost in the billows. And, because she could not fully
trust her friend, she perished in the flames.
And there is an Almighty Parent, dear children, who claims
your loving trust and. cheerful obedience. Christ is the true
"Children's Friend," and none ever trusted him too much I If
you read your Bibles, you will see how the child that loves and
obeys her Saviour, will be safe and happy in his arms when the
world is on fire! She need fear neither darkness, sickness, poverty,
nor lightning's flash, nor thunder's roar. She trusts him, and so
she becomes a lamb which no wolf can destroy, because the Good
Shepherd carries her in his bosom-a jewel which will shine in
the Saviour's crown for ever-one of those blessed children of
whom Christ has said. "Of such is the kingdom of heaven."
THE LITTLE LAMB.
OH, little lamb how much you seem
To love your mother dear !
You frisk about her on the grass,
Without a thought of fear.
No prowling wolf may venture here,
To tear your snow-white fleece,
So you may eat, and drink, and play
In perfect joy and peace.
I saw a little child to-day,
In deepest mourning clad,
Unlike the happy, frisking lamb,
No mother, dear, she had !
For she was gone, far, far above
The white clouds in the sky,
To wear a shining crown of light,
And dwell with God on high.
Poor orphan we must soothe her grief,
And take her home to play,
And strive, by little deeds of love,
To wipe her tears away.
EWE AND LAMB.
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WIDOW JOHNSON'S CHILDREN.
"OH you lovely flowers," said Minnie, as she knelt in the
long grass to gather sweet handfuls of the :blossoms of the blue
speedwell, "how I wish Widow Johnson could see you !
S"I dare say she is busy
.this morning washing the
leaves of the geranium, that
,.', i --' grows so well in the old red
S. pan; or training the 'creep-
-" ing Jenny,' that begins to
dangle over the cracked
Minnie was right. Widow
I Johnson, who lived in an
" upper room ina dimlylighted
SLondon court, was that
moment tending her chil-
dren," as she called the row of plants upon her window-sill.
It was foggy in town, and the clothes looked very yellow
that day on the lines stretched across the court, but Widow
Johnson never seemed gloomy or cross. She would say, if it is
foggy to-day it may be bright to-morrow." And indeed the sun-
beams did sometimes find their way into that narrow alley.
Widow Johnson's Children.
They streamed into the crowded court
And lighted pallid faces there,
And wreathed a glory warm and bright
Round small rough heads of golden hair.
And then Widow Johnson's face looked all in a happy glow.
Oh," thought Minnie, what would she feel if she could only
walk with me under these spreading trees, and see those pretty cows
standing in the cool water She says she has never been in the
country, or even in a green field, all her life I wish she had a
good grandmother to come and stay with in the country, as I
have Minnie did not know poor Widow Johnson did not even
remember her mother, much less her grandmother. She had been
left one cold winter's night on a doorstep in the City by her cruel
parent, and had not a poor woman, who heard the unhappy baby
crying sadly, come to it and taken it to the workhouse, she would
most likely have died before morning, as it was a bitter night.
Poor babe no glance of happy pride,
No mother's fond caress she knew,
None warmed her soft feet by the fire,
And wondered if her eyes were blue.
None smoothed her satin threads of hair,
And tied her sleeves with ribbons bright,
And met her winsome baby-smile
With, thrill of exquisite delight !
However, God cared for the poor child, and gave her a loving
CATTLE IN THE BROOK.
Widow _Johnson's Children.
and contented spirit. How true are the words, "When my
father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up."
Children, if you have kind parents, thank God every day for them,
for they are among his best gifts. Think often of their care over
you, and patience with you, when you lay helpless babes in your
cradles. When you were ill, they sat by you, all through the long
nights, smoothing your pillows and watching you fondly. Ah !
their heads and hearts have often ached for you, when you knew
it not. And will you not try now to repay their love ?
Oh what a wretched nursery that is where the children dis-
agree I have seen a poor nursemaid put her hand to her
aching forehead, and say, Oh! dear, if the children would only
not quarrel, and give me a little peace." Oh pray to God to keep
you from thus making your home unhappy, or his heaven of
peace and love will be no place for you.
Minnie did not forget to take Widow Johnson a plant on her
return home, as she had promised her.
It was a pretty fern called a hart's-tongue," which her
grandfather dug up for her out of a hedge near the pond; and
Minnie helped the poor widow to plant it in a green box which
her father gave her. They were very careful to put plenty of
broken pieces of pots at the bottom of the box, that the roots of
the fern might be kept well drained, and when they finished
their work, and stood it in the middle of Widow Johnson's
"children," the grateful woman declared, it was fit to stand in
the best flower-show in the land "
'The Visit to the Sea-Side.
A year after, when a kind lady went into the court, to leave
nice tracts with all the people who lived there, she was quite
surprised to see the beautiful fern the Widow was watering, with
its long, green, arching leaves hanging over the sides of the box ;
and as she praised it she thought to herself, It scarcely matters
that so little sunshine finds its way to the court, when Widow
Johnson has so much in her face."
THE VISIT TO THE SEA-SIDE.
JOHN and Jane were two little children who lived in a nice cottage
with ivy climbing up its walls, and sweet roses looking in at the
windows. They were healthy and strong till the whooping-cough
came in the village. Jane and John both took it, and were ill for
a long time, so that they became very thin and pale indeed. They
had a kind aunt who lived about twelve miles off, in a beautiful
house that stood in a large field. There were very fine trees in
this field, and a pond where water-lilies grew ; and the fat sheep
that fed under the shady trees, seemed to think it a pleasant place.
This kind aunt was a rich lady, who did not look down upon
little John and Jane because their father and mother were poor ;
IN THE COUNTRY.
The Visit to the Sea-Side.
and when she went to see them, she said she would send one
of her old servants with them to the sea-side, directly they were
well enough to go." Oh what joy! for John and Jane had
never seen the sea. The day soon came for them to start, and
long before night the children and servant reached the quiet little
town of Broadstairs.
John and Jane were so much astonished when they first stood
on the sands, and saw the great sea rolling to and fro, that they
could not speak a word. There was rather a strong wind blowing,
and a great deal of white foam on the waves ; so the children
tried to get a little behind Susan, and held her hands very tightly
indeed. At last Jane found courage to say, Oh, Susan! shan't
we be swallowed up ? " Oh, no, dears said Susan, God has
set a bound that the sea cannot pass The waves may toss and
roar, but cannot come one inch nearer to us than he permits. So
run about and play without any fear, for you are quite safe. To-
morrow we will buy the little wooden spades and pails which your
good aunt has given me the money to get for you."
Oh, how happy Jane and John were, picking up sea-weeds and
pretty shells, or laughing at the droll little crabs as they ran side-
ways into the sea Sometimes they sat in a cave in the white
cliff, and played with their treasures which had been thrown up by
the great waves. Susan would sit on the beach with her work,
often looking up to see how they got on with the houses they
were building on the sands. When the tide came rolling in, the
children would go and sit beside her, to watch how it washed
'he Visit to the Sea-Side.
down their houses one after another ; and then good Susan would
talk to them about that foolish man we read of in the Bible, who
was so unwise as to build his house upon the sand. She told
them how when the rain came pouring down, and the wind blew,
and the dreadful flood rolled in, that foolish man's house fell with
a great crash, and became a heap of ruins. And she said the
foolish man meant the sinner, who would not build his hopes on
Christ, whom the Bible calls a Rock, and that the storm meant the
anger of God at the last great day, which would throw down all
his false hopes.
Before John and Jane lay down to sleep in their little beds that
night, they asked of God to give them grace to build on Christ
the Rock of Ages. Teach us thy will, 0 Lord," they said, and
help us to give Thee our hearts while we are young, so that
when the great storm comes, we may not tremble with fear,
because our houses are founded on a Rock."
John and Jane stayed a whole month in that sweet sea-side
village, and when they went home their mother said their cheeks
were as "red as the roses that looked in at the cottage windows."
They never forgot, as they grew up, their visit to Broadstairs,
and how the good servant talked to them upon the sands ; and
they hope one day to join their kind and pious aunt, who was
called away to Heaven shortly after their return home. May they
stand with her on the sea of glass before the throne of God !
How beautiful they are Is it not very pleasant to walk through
the fields and by the hedge-rows, and gather them in sweet hand-
fuls ? What a treat it is to stand in the long grass by a bed of the
lovely little plant called speedwell." It seems, as it opens its
hundred blue eyes to the sun, as if it said, the flowers declare the
glory of God!" And then there is the yellow crow's-foot, and the
blue cornflower, and the beautiful small pink-and-white con-
volvulus, that smells like cherry-pie. And God has flung them
about in their beauty everywhere, so that the very poorest child
may be able to gather a lovely nosegay to adorn her mother's
window-sill. Perhaps some little girl may have a sick sister, who
is not able to walk in the pleasant fields and gather the sweet
wild flowers. Oh, be kind to her, and often stand a pretty nosegay
by her bedside! If it be spring-time, take her handfuls of meek
primroses and scented violets. She will fancy they almost talk to
her as they smile from the little table beside her. Sometimes they
will seem to say to her, when her pain is very hard to bear, We
are beautiful and bright, but we must fade, and none can make us
fresh and sweet again ; for when we fade, we die altogether.
And you too are a fading flower ; but when you die, you will be
raised again to bloom in a beautiful garden above. And there is
no pain there, neither sorrow, nor crying, for God shall wipe away
all tears from all eyes." Yes, and when the sweet flowers talk
thus to the sick child, perhaps she will try to leave off weeping,
and wait patiently for the Lord to transplant her to his own
garden, where she will bloom in beauty for ever.
THE WRENS AND THE ROBINS.
WHAT a brisk little bird is the wren and what a pretty nest it
has built in the low bush! It is not at all like the nests of the
chaffinch, or blackbird, or thrush, for they are open at the top ;
but the tiny wren pops in and out of a hole at the side of its nest.
There are more than a
dozen white eggs in the
S Oh, what a number of
Small open mouths will be
;i "- "-4 asking for food by-and-
S. ,- : by! You may well be so
Quick, little birds, for you
Swill have plenty of work
S to do in a very short time.
How sweetly you sing !
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warbling, and even when
it begins to grow dark your notes may be heard. Are you then
singing an evening hymn of praise, little birds, for all the joy of
the day ?
We love you, brisk warblers, for, like pretty cock-robin, you come
near our houses and cheer us in winter.
52 The Wrens and the Robins.
Ah, who does not love the tame, red-breasted robin ? How
loudly he sings in the summer, as he stands on the bough, with his
mate in her nest by his side.
And how sweetly he sings in the winter, when he comes to
your window to ask for his breakfast.
Don't forget the poor birds, children, when the snow lies deep
on the ground. Get some one to sweep a small space in the snow,
where you may sprinkle the crumbs that Betsy has brushed from
the breakfast cloth; or ask the cook if she has any dry crusts
she can soak for the birds. They will be very thankful for your
kindness, and sit in a flock every morning waiting for your
welcome coming ; and the lively sparrows will chirp for your
pleasure, and the grateful robin sing you a song. Never try to
catch the good robin that trusts you, and fasten him up in a cage.
If you do, he will not sing there, but beat his life out against the
cruel bars. Oh, you must not make him a prisoner, for he cannot
live unless he is out under the blue sky, with the breeze blowing
round him. And do not set traps to catch sparrows, as some
hard-hearted children do, for they are great friends to man in
feeding their young with large numbers of caterpillars, that do
harm to his plants and trees. I knew a little girl, a long time ago,
who was very fond of birds ; and one day she met a cruel man
carrying two young sparrows to give to his ferrets to eat. When
the little girl begged that she might have the sparrows instead,
they were given to her. They were poor, shivering things, almost
naked ; but the child took them home, and put them in a cage on
ROBIN-REDBREAST SINGING TO HIS MATE.
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The Wrens and the Robins.
nice, soft wool. She had to get up every morning at four o'clock
to feed them. They would chirp loudly, and open their yellow
mouths very widely when they saw her. By-and-by their
feathers came, and she thought them very pretty, and was quite
proud of her birds. She would sit for hours in her room at
work, with the sparrows flying about her. Sometimes they would
sit on her arm, and were not at all afraid at her moving it up and
down as she drew out her needle. Sometimes they hopped about
the table and picked every pin out of the cushion and threw them
on the floor.
One day, I regret to say, Bob was taken ill in his legs with a
fit of cramp, and the little girl was foolish enough to put him on a
stool before a blazing wood fire, thinking the heat might do him
good. Bob was very still for some time, but suddenly spread his
wings and flew into the midst of the flames! The child was struck
with horror, but instantly plunged her hand into the fire after him,
and drew him out in a moment. It was some minutes before she
dared to open her hand, for she thought, Oh, my poor, poor bird
must be scorched to death ;" and she sat on the rug, and rocked to
and fro in her grief. When she did open it, her sparrow looked
like a ball of black down She put him on the carpet, and he
hopped about as lively as ever, picking up crumbs under the table.
His tail was burnt off, and his feathers singed to the roots, but
Bob was unharmed and happy as ever! If you have a tame bird,
children, never let it out of its cage, or play yourselves in a room
where the guard is not on the grate.
56 The Horse.
Those sparrows are dead now-for they die of old age in a very
few years-and the little girl who kept them has grown up to be a
woman; but she has not forgotten her birds, that were so lively
and loving, and she often says to her young friends, Be kind to
the sparrows, for we are told in the Bible, 'they are not forgotten
before God;' and also, that 'not one of them shall fall to the
ground without the will of your Father which is in heaven.'"
" OH, papa Uncle George took me to see such a kind old man
to-day. He was very thin, and his hair was long and white, but
he had such a pleasant face, that I am sure all who know him
must love him. He asked us to go into the yard with him to see
his favourites, and a nice white
pony neighed when she heard her
master's footstep, and a tabby cat
put up her tail and purred, and
two long-haired terriers ran to
meet him, barking for joy. He
fetched the pony some oats and
fed her himself, and when she
had finished eating them, she rubbed her soft nose against him,
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as if she wouild say, 'You're my good master, and this is the only
way I have of showing my love for you.' "
"Yes," said papa, "it must have been a very pleasant visit,
my boy, and I only wish some of the poor horses I passed, in
my way home from the city to-day, could fall into such kind
hands. One poor creature that was driven in a cab, looked as if
all its bones would soon start through its skin, and seemed as if it
must drop from fatigue. Oh that the owners of cabs would set
their faces against the ill-usage of these useful and deserving
animals, and cease to work them to death when they are almost
worn out in their service.
You see, my boy, that many poor horses do not even get one
day of rest in the week. Indeed, some work harder on Sunday
than on any other day. A week or two ago, I saw one so dis-
tressed with toil and heat, that it knelt on the ground for the few
moments the omnibus stopped. Oh, I thought, how much I
should like to take you into a green field, where you might feed
under spreading trees, and work no more for a long time."
"Yes, papa, did not Mr. Brown's horses, that had been drawing
the plough all the week, appear happy when they were turned into
that large field in front of his house on Sunday ? After they had
grazed for a short time, switching their long tails about, they all
suddenly started off for a regular scamper about the field, as if they
thought, this is our day, the day on which no one will take us to
work, and we'll have a race to show our delight !"
"The horse is one of our best friends," said papa, and strange
and sad it is, that it should ever meet with unkindness from us. It
obeys us in the most cheerful manner, and for a kind word, will
attempt the most difficult task.
There are few animals so much alive to the voice of kindness
as the horse, and that man must be cruel and unfeeling indeed,
who delights in giving the heavy blow instead of the gentle word.
You know the Bible says,' a merciful man regardeth the life of
his beast;' and also, 'Blessed are the merciful, for they shall
obtain mercy.' But how can that wicked man hope to obtain
mercy from the Lord in the great day, who ill-uses the docile
creatures committed to his care ? Oh, all his frightful oaths and
dreadful curses, that have so often made the poor animals tremble
even more than the horrid blows he inflicted upon them, are
written down in the book of God's remembrance ; and if he does
not turn from his evil ways, it will one day be 'better for that
man that he had never been born.'
The God that made man, made the horse also ; and indeed it is
one of the noblest works of his hands I
"What a splendid creature is the war-horse, as Job says, pawing
the ground and rejoicing in his strength. He goeth on to meet
the armed men! The glory of his nostrils is terrible.'" And then
there is the beautiful carriage horse, with its arched neck and skin
as smooth as satin, and the tremendous dray-horse, and the
patient cart-horse, and all, down to the little Shetland pony, are
justly to be praised. Oh, how wonderful are the works of God!"
"Papa, what should we do without horses ?" asked Robert.
"Indeed, I cannot tell you," answered papa. When we are ill,
they fetch and bring us the doctor ; they take us to see our friends ;
they carry us away from danger ; they bring our household provi-
sions to our doors, and are in every way our patient and willing
servants. It always pleases me very much to see a poor man proud
of his horse.' I have seen a horse toss its head with a kind of
pride when adorned with ribbon and flowers. I could almost
fancy I heard it say, I must be loved and thought of, for I have
lilac and laburnums by my ears, and I'll behave so that my master
shall grow fonder and prouder of me still.' Let us try to persuade
those who do not care for their horses, and are not mindful of their
comforts, to be kinder to them, and learn to consider them more.
Oh, what a much happier world this would be, if the blot of
unkindness was wiped away from it for ever! If my,young friends
will remember the text on the next page, it will be of service to
them through life.
THE GREAT FOUNTAIN.
How delightful it is to see poor thirsty cattle enjoying a
draught of clear, fresh water The over-driven oxen have gone
mad at times because no one has given them water to slake their
burning thirst. Let us plead with the drovers to try to satisfy
this their great want. The poor things would go along as quietly
again if they could but have a cooling drink now and then, on
their way over the hot and dusty roads, and would not be running,
as we often see them, from side to side, wildly searching for the
precious draught which is denied them.
See that man who has been toiling in the scorching sun for his
The Great Fountain.
daily bread, how thankful he is to quench his thirst at one of Mr.
Melly's drinking-fountains ; but where is the trough for the
panting dog at his feet ? If the man has a kind heart he will lift
him up, that he may .enjoy the cool water as well as himself.
Drinking-fountains are blessing, to thousands, but those who
stop to refresh themselves at them will, after a short time, thirst
again ; but Jesus says, whosoever drinketh of the water that
I shall give him, shall never thirst." Ah! children, we have
thirsty souls as well as bodies. Multitudes thirst after pleasure,
and riches, and sinful delights, and many thirst after being thought
clever and great; and these will all thirst again. But it shall not
be so with those who hunger and thirst after Christ and his love.
He calls them blessed," for when once they have come to him,
their souls shall thirst no more. Oh, delightful thought that all
who love him shall one day stand in his presence and drink of
the river of life for evermore. Hark! how he calls us all to the
Great Fountain. Children, do you not hear him crying, Ho!
every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters." Oh, go at once,
with your bright eyes and rosy cheeks, and drink, so that you
may never thirst again. He will not always call. A day must
come when your faces will grow very pale, and your eyes will
close, and you will lie cold and still in death. And oh, dreadful
thought, suppose you have not drunk of the Great Fountain!
O, I cannot bear to think that any of you may have to
spend millions and millions of years in that place of horror, where
you will in vain ask for one drop of water to cool your burning
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The Great Fountain.
tongues. Oh, fly to the fountain! Christ says, whosoever will,
let him come and drink of the water of life freely. And do not
be contented to drink alone, but try to get mother and father,
sisters and brothers, and play-mates, to go and quench their thirst
there too. If you know any who are sad because of their sins,
and tremble lest they should fall into the fire of Hell, tell them
that there is a fountain opened for sin and all uncleanness,"
in which they may wash and be clean." Oh, how happy are
those who have been made white in the fountain! Death has no
sting for them, for when they die, bright angels will carry them
home within the gates of pearl, where they will strike their golden
harps beside the river of life, proceeding from the throne of God
and of the Lamb.
There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Emanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
"The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day,
And there may I, though vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God,
Be saved to sin no more."
WHAT an active and good-tempered animal is the goat! No
wonder he is a great favourite with children. He is often their
play-mate and companion, for he loves to receive their caresses,
and does his best to amuse them with his gambols. How will-
ingly he draws them in little carriages to give them pleasure,
taking them cheerfully wherever they wish to go. The goat is
very sure-footed, and in its wild state climbs the steepest rocks
with safety, leaping from crag to crag, and sometimes alighting
on ledges of rock where it hardly finds room to stand.
On the trunk of a tree thrown over a rushing stream, that
foamed as it dashed among the rocks below, two goats once met,
each anxious to go his own way. But how were they to manage ?
for if they tried to pass each other, one, if not both, must fall, and
die in the precipice beneath. Now these two goats were as wise
as many bearded men, and putting their heads together, they stood
still a short time, as if thinking what was the best thing they could
do. Their plan was soon made. One goat lay quietly down on
the tree, and allowed the other to leap over it, which it did quite
safely ; and both the clever creatures went on with their journey.
Oh, what a lesson of wisdom is taught by these wonderful goats.
If we are placed suddenly in danger, let us try, like the goats, to
be as calm as possible, and consider what is the best thing to be
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tunm ., l,:,n,:-,:i z, d ,l:,l.,it, kiept by
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ill a hut, I., l.ailt i an ;il.L.ut nfl 'ravelled
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lit, a1111 >.lt,.11 'j..,-t a **:lin* of
play with a little dog kept by the
same children. When the dog's play grew too rough, the rabbit
would quiet him by giving him a number of quick raps in his face
with his fore-feet; but they often frolicked and ran races together.
The rabbit could leap almost as well as a goat, and he delighted to
spring on the walls that enclosed the gravelled yard, and then run
along them and jump down into the little gardens, where I am
sorry to say he did a great deal of thieving. It often happened
he met a cat on the top of the narrow wall, who would stare at
him with great surprise, but not being at all afraid of cats, he would
put his nose close to hers for a few moments, and then coolly spring
There is a great deal of courage and coolness among dumb
animals which the timid would do well to copy. The goat is not
only a clever and active, but also a very useful animal, and its
milk is very sweet and nourishing to many persons who are ill
and weak. It is also said by those who ought to know, that a
horse will keep in better health if a goat lives in the stable with
him. This is because all living creatures, both dumb and human,
are fond of cheerful company. No doubt the poor horse finds the
time very dull and long, when he is shut up by himself a whole
day in the stable ; but with a merry goat to amuse him with its
lively tricks, the hours must pass quickly.
Have you ever read in the Bible, dear children, what Jesus
says about the sheep that will stand on his right hand, and the
goats on his left ?" Do not think because he calls the wicked
people goats, that he does not care for the innocent creatures who
bear that name. Oh, no high and lofty as he is, he looks down
on all things he has made with pleasure, and in the beginning of
this wondrous world, the frisking goat was among the works he
pronounced very good." But oh, when Christ shall separate the
good from the bad, as a shepherd divideth the sheep from the
goats," may you not be placed among that sad and hopeless crowd
on his left hand at the Judgment day May you stand among the
happy sheep whom he has bought with his own blood, whom he
will keep safe from sin and Satan for ever!
I will repeat you a few verses about a dear little child who
loved him, and is gone to live with him in glory.
She's gone to wear a robe of white,
And shining crown of gold,
The little girl whom Jesus called
When only sixm years old.
She was a meek and gentle lamb,
While here she lived below,
Oh, do not think she was too young
Her Shepherd dear to know!
She smiled, when at the touch of Death
Her sweet blue eyes grew dim,
And clasped her wasted hands, and said,
I long to be with Him "
Oh, when before the Judgment throne
Assembled millions stand,
72 Lad with a Good Character.
And Christ shall place the sheep and goats
Apart, on either hand;
Upon his right, with smiling face-
A lamb within his fold-
'Shall stand the little, gentle child,
Who was but six years old.
LAD WITH A GOOD CHARACTER.
THE following dialogue between a farmer and a City friend, affords
a pleasing illustration of the importance of masters securing
servants who practise kindness to animals.
Farmer.-" That farm-lad of mine makes me pounds upon
pounds richer every year."
Friend.-" How is that ?"
Farmer.-" By his good temper and kindness to my stock.
He has a kind word for everything on the farm. Every horse,
cow, and even the pigs, know him, and will come to him like
dogs. I can trust him to take cattle or sheep to market without
any fear of their being overdriven, and I can thereby get a higher
price for them. If all servants who have to do with horses and
LAD WITH A GOOD CHARACTER.
Lad with a Good Character.
cattle were like that lad, there would not be much for the' Society
for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals' to do."
Friend.-" That Society is doing a great amount of service to
the nation, but I wish that the Committee would give MEDALS, or
Certificates of Honour, to those who are noted for their kindness
to animals. It is right to punish the cruel, but why not do
honour to the kind ?"
Farmer.-" That's a capital idea. It would, I believe, do a
vast amount of good. Of this I am sure, my lad deserves such a
Friend.-" In Paris, medals of honour for Kindness to Animals,
have for some years past, been presented by the Emperor in cases
like the above, and I hope that it will be done in England ere
long. Some of our carters show great skill and kindness in
managing their horses in our crowded City streets. I should
rejoice to see them decorated with some token of honourable dis-
tinction. I will write to Lord Harrowby, the President of the
'Royal Society for preventing Cruelty to Animals,'* and urge him
to promote this good object."
The office of this valuable Society is 11, Pall Mall, London.
Cases of cruelty should be promptly reported to the Secretary.
This Society deserves the pecuniary support of every lover of
THE VISIT TO THE COTTAGE.
"I do like helping you make these pinafores so much, mamma,"
said Ellen Carter, as she worked away one fine summer afternoon,
"is it not nice to be of use to good, poor people ?"
"It is indeed, my dear," replied her mamma, and as you have
worked so neatly to-day, you shall take Mrs. White the baby's
frock we finished yesterday, when you have had your tea."
May I go too ? cried Blanche.
Yes, Ellen will take you with her," said kind Mrs. Carter.
How pretty the village looked as the little girls walked down
the hill! The ivy hung from the yellow rocks, that lined the
road on either side, and sweet wild flowers bloomed from every
crevice. Tall trees bent arching over the road, and Ellen
wondered that they grew so large in such a stony soil.
Mrs. White was much pleased with the nice little frock, for
she had seven children, and was often laid aside with illness, and
so found it rather difficult to keep the little ones always tidy.
Ellen and Blanche were quite delighted when Mrs. White asked
them if they would like to see the boys' rabbits in the garden
behind the cottage. As they went, they saw John, the eldest son,
wheeling a little brother in a barrow full of newly-mown grass,
while two happy sisters and a frolicsome dog ran gaily around.
him. He led them to the rabbits at once, and seemed quite proud
of his beautiful favourites.
VISIT TO THE COTTAGE.
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