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Title: Stories by Cousin Agnes
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Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1855
Copyright Date: 1855
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Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Generosity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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STORIES BY COUSIN AGNES.
AGNES WILSON was a pretty, sweet
tempered and intelligent girl, about four
teen years of age. She lived in the city,
but during the Christmas Holidays, she
commonly visited her Aunt Martha, at
Bonnynook farm. There she was very
much beloved; and the children, Mary,
Joseph and James, always rejoiced when
"cousin Agnes," as they called her, came
to the farm. They were certain she would
bringthem some presents, and spend many
evenings by the fireside, telling stories.
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THE SPELLING TRIAL.
SOON after Agnes arrived at Bonnynool
she called the children to her, took little
James upon her lap, and said that before
she told any stories, she must know how
he could spell. Joseph brought the spell-
ing-book and James pointed out the little
words he had been learning to spell. The
little scholar got along very well through
such words as a-b-ab, and b-e-be; but
when he came to those of three letters, he
stumbled and made so many mistakes
that he began to cry with vexation. Ho
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COUSIN AGNES AND THE CHILDREN.




THE SPTELIANG TRIAL.


had been so anxious to show Cousin Agnes
how well he could spell, tI 6i. he could
not help crying when he failed. Cousin
Agnes soothed him till he was quiet, and
then told him how to pronounce several
words of three letters. She said he must
never give over trying to learn, and that
she once h; t;:'.d of a boy who threw raw.y
his book because he could not find out
how to pronounce a few w.'ord%., and ,o.,x..
could be persuaded to try again. When
he grew to be a man, he could ,i.ith.r
read nor write, and was forced to go among
the vicious and profane. He ceni1l not
read his Bible, and was ashamed to go
among tho.,,. who could read it. iinaly
he died a drunkard's death. James said
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THE BEGGAR GIRL.
"EVER be ready to relieve those who
are in want of food, clothing or shelter,"
said Cousin Agnes to the childern, one
evening, as they were clustered around her
at the fireside. "The poor often suffer
very much, while many persons squander
hundreds of dollars in the most foolish
manner. One summer day, as William
and Annie Barton where going to school.
they saw a little girl, clad in rags, bare-
footed and without a bonnet, sitting undei
a tree, crying. They went up to the child
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asked her what was the matter. She re-
plied that she was very hungry, and that
her mother was lying sick at bhome, and
sent her out to beg some food, or some
money to buy medicine. William and
Annie I~td two cents, which Mr. Barton
had given them, and their dinners tied
up in a small patck:Iag'e. They could not
go hm,:, for any tilinil, but they ga~- the
beg'-r their iinn,:',- and food, told her
they would call at her mother's house, and
e eiit on to school. TIhat day William and
,.li'e had no diimni. But they did not
murmur; for Ihey learned that their
chi ity had cheered and revived the poor
lick wojan i. nd her child.











'iTHE MOTHER'S EXPLOIT.
ONE evening, Joseph, who had been
e':d ir.g about the Indians, asked Cousin
A.; n-s ti tell a story of them. She thought
awhile, and then soili. "I remember read-
ing about a child beiijg stolen by ai In-
,iian, who was named Mubhtoree. This
savage often visitel the house of a hunter
ilnartd Duggan, where he was st r-uclk 'ith
the beauty nnd grace of a little boy, called
Edward. One day, in the absence of the
hunter, Mahtoree came to the IhonI.-:, and
asked for some food. Mrs. Duggan .r',fused
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0Io give him aIy, and told him that if lie
did not leave the house, he should be
turned out like a dog. Of course, the
indiain grew vui y angry and resolved to
make the woman pay dearly fo er her insult
Seizinr little Edward, he ran out of the
huise o.and into the woo,'s, lbe.riig the 1
iupon his shoulder. The mother followed
Sl'iekiin -: for ehild. .butl the Indian ::ve
;. i, 1o1in la :.h1 and ran still fa1 ter. .'lu-
denly Mri.. Dug:a-an gave iup the chase, ran
. ...:k ,. It! hou.-.e, seizd a loa .'d ridfle, put
ron her i. b'lnnet, and renewed the pursuit,
d:.-terminid not to return without her child.
She ifll,\wed trail of the Indian umil l
she saw him asleep with Edward by his
-ide, crept forward, shot, the savage, and
clasped her IbJy to her bosom.
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MRS. CLAYSON ANDI HER
DAUT( ;GTER.
"Do you say your pl:r-m. 'bI-.Kr,' going
to bed, at night. and on getting up in the
mhiriing?" as ied Cousin Agnes. "Al-
ways," relpied1 MiJ.ary. "That is ;i.1t.
said cousin Agnes." "Never forget to :I.v
God to watch over you while you sleep,
and to guide you t;irouugh the day. Seek
and you sThall find," sl) the Holy Bible.
" I knew a poor widow named Clayson,
and her daughter Emma. They were left
in want when Mr. Clyso:n 'lied, Tho
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EMMA AT HER PRAYERS.




MRS. CLAYSON AND HER DAUGHTER. 21

widow then rented a room, and strove to
make a living by sewing. But though
she worked late at night, she could
scarcely get food and clothing for herself
and child, and pay her rent besides. Her
health failed and she was fearful that her
little Emma would be left an orphan.
But Mrs. Clayton was a Christian; and
in the midst of her trials, she did not
forget that God was good and mighty.
She prayed to him often, and with a full,
earnest heart. She taught her little Emma
to kneel down at night, and in the morn-
ing, and pray with her. God heard their
prayers and sent them aid. A wealthy
old lady took Mrs. Clayson to be her house-
keeper; and little Emma was sent to a
boarding-school."












HELPLESS JOHN.
"Mary won't help me to put on my
gloves," said Joseph to Cousin Agnes, one
afternoon, as the party was going out for
a walk. "Well," said Cousin Agnes, you
can put them on without help. Learn to
help yourself, as far as you can. Did I
ever tell you about a little boy who was
called Helpless John? He was a son of
Mrs. Norton, who lived near our house in
the city. Being accustomed to call for
help whenever he wanted to do anything,
he became so helpless that he could do
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HELPLESS JOHN.


nothing; while his brother Samuel did
alnlost everything for himself that he
wanted done. When John wanted to go
to school, his mother had to wait upon
him. So John grew up unfit to take care
of himself, and always looking to others
for aid. At length, Mrs. Norton died,
leaving the two boys orphans. Samuel
was like a little man, and could work and
support himself; but John could do no-
thing, Samuel will now get rich, and live
well and happily, while his brother, if not
taken care of, will live and die in poverty.
Therefore, take warning, Joseph, and learn
to think and act for yourself."










THE YOUNG HUNTER.
"A KIND action is sure to obtain a re.
ward," said Cousin Agnes. The time and
the form are doubtful, but the reward
must come, for God is good. Mark Racket
was the son of a hunter who lived on the
frontier of Pennsylvania, many years ago.
He was a brave and noble boy, and when
only about twelve years old used to go out
in the woods, with his dog Snap, and a
little gun which his father had given him,
and hunt as if he had been a man. He
was a pretty good shot. Though ho
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THE YOUNG HUNTER.


killed no deer, he often shot opossums,
raccoons, rabbits, squirrels and birds.
One day, while hunting in the woods, ho
heard a deep groan, and on going forward
a short distance, came upon an old Indian,
who was lying on the ground near a fire,
and seemed to be in great pain. Mark
ran to the. old man, and asked him what
was the matter and what could be done
for him. But the Indian, could not speak
Mark then ran home, and told his father
what he had seen, and urged him to go to
the relief of the suffering man. Mr. Racket
complied and took the Indian to his cabin
and treated him well till he recovered.
Some years afterwards, when war broke
out, Mark Racket was captured by the
Indians, but saved by the old man."










THE OLD SEA CAPTAIN.
"CHILDREN," said Cousin Agnes, one
evening, when seated as usual by the fire-
side, "you should ever respect aged per-
sons. I knew an old man named Mar-
shall. He had been a sea-captain during
the greater part of his life, and made a
great deal of money; but having met
with misfortunes, he was reduced to
poverty, and in his old age, was compelled
to depend upon the charity of his friends.
He lived with an only daughter, in a vil-
lage, not far from the city. Bad boys
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THE OLD SEA CAPTAIN.





THE OLD SEA CAPTAIN.


often made fun of Captain Marshall, when
they saw him tottering about the village,
dressed very poorly. But there were
some good children, who loved to gather
round him, and listen to his many stories
of the sea. To these, he would talk by
the hour, giving them much more know-
ledge, in a pleasant manner, than they
could have obtained from books, by long:
and tedious study. He told them about
the distant countries he had visited; the
strange people and their customs; the
storms at sea and shipwrecks. In return,
the children often gave the old captain
presents, which made his heart glad. The,
bad boys, who mocked him, never heard
him tell his pretty stories. At length,
worn out by age, Captain Marshall died."
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THE LOST CHILDREN.
I.:s either of you, children, ever wan-
dered away from home, without being
able to find your way back ?" inquired
Cousin Agnes. Neither had ever been so
bewildered. "Well, thtni," said their
cousin, then you would not know how to
act if you should happen to get lost.
Robert and Rebecca Barnes one morning
wandered away from home, in search of
flowers to make garlands. After collect-
ing some in the fields, they strolled into
the wood. This was very extensive, and
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THE LOST CHILDREN.


in some parts, very thick and gloomy.
The children lost the path while running
off among the trees to pick flowers. The
greater part of the day passed away, and
they were still far in the,wood, unable to
find the path, and very hungry. Rebecca
now began to think that she would never
get home again, and this made her cry.
But little Robert was a brave boy. He
told his sister not to cry; for God would
watch over them. As night came on, he
gave up looking for the path, and set
about preparing a resting place. Near
the foot of a large oak were some thick
bushes. Here Robert made a place of rest
for the night. In the morning they started
out to hunt the path. Robert found it
first, and the children started for home."










THE POOR GERMAN.
Is the streets of the city," said Cousin
Agnes, "you may see poor persons from
distant lands, wandering about in search
of work or charity. Some are from Ire-
land, some from Germany, and a few from
Italy. Many of them, though willing and
able to work, cannot obtain employment,
and they are therefore reduced to great
distress. One day, as I was passing along
one of the principal streets in the city, I
saw an old man walking slowly along, and
casting eager glances at those persons
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THE POOR GERMAN.


who were passing by. His clothes were
ragged, and he was suffering from want;
but was too proud to beg. Suddenly, as
he was turning away from the window of
a confectioner's shop, he stumbled and
fell upon the ground. Three children
then came running out of the shop, having
their hands full of cakes and candies,
which they had been buying. They
helped the old man to rise, and seeing
that he looked weak and hungry, offered
him their cakes. For a while, he refused;
but as the children seemed anxious that
he should eat something, he took two of
the cakes. I then crossed over to the
party, found that he was a German and
could not speak a word of English, I gave
him what money I had."










THE MINSTREL SHEPHERD.
"I ONCE knew a .shepherd named Ber-
nard Wooden," said Agnes. He was
a poor man, earning but a scant living by
tending the flock of a rich farmer, not
many miles from the city. He had two
children-both weak and sickly-to take
care of, their mother having died while
they were very young, when I became
acquainted with this poor man. As I was
crossing a field with Susan Croome, we
saw Bernard, sitting on the fence, near
his flock, and playing upon the pipe.
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1'he music was sweet but sad. We went
up to the shepherd and asked him why
he did not play more lively tunes. He re-
plied he could only play as his heart felt.
We inquired for his home, but he was
afraid we would see his poverty, and re-
fused to tell us how to find it. Susan and
I often went over to hear him play, and
contrived to make him accept many
small presents for his children."











ALBERT BARINES'S KITE.
"I KNOW you are f':l o' f kite-lly'ing,
Joseph," said Cousin Agni:-s. "Well, itis a
pretty sport. All ert Bairnes got his older
brother Georg_:e, to make him a large kite,
such as he saw the big boys flying in the
streets. He waited until a windy day
before he attempted to raise the kite.
The wind blew with fury, and up and
away flew the kite to the great joy of Al-
bert who let all the twine run out, hold-
ing tightly on to the end. This was all
very fine; but soon the wind blew
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stronger. Presently, the kite pulled him
along towards the creek. He would not
let go the twine and he could not stand
still. He shouted for help, and some of
his playmates came and caught the
twine just in time to save him. By the
aid of these boys, the great kite was pulled
down. Never attempt to do what is be-
yond your strength."


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THE BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE.
"Sr:ii.Eis is a bnautiful sight," said
Cousin Agnes, one miniinua," as she was
t--indiii with the chilblren at the window,
alhiirii.i- the sun rising above the hills.
" You should see it from the shores of the
bay of New York. Many a morning, have
brother James and I wandered along the
shore of Jersey looking out upon the bay
as the sun arose above the water. Some-
times, a mass of clouds of gold and gray
colors would be in the west; and then
we knew the day would be clear and
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THE BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE.


bright. Presently, a small streak of red
fire would show itself upon the distant
waves, and a red light would be thrown
in our direction; but beyond where we
stood. Then the red streak would widen
and widen above the waves, until the
whole sun, like a great ball of fire would
appear. The clouds would still be there,
as the sun slowly arose, they would ob-
scure his glorious face. But sometimes,
the sun would rise far above them, and
shed his brilliant rays over the sky and
the earth, making the water shine like
silver." "Was it not very fine?" said
Mary. "I shall always love the sunrise
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THE PRETTY BUTTERFLY.
"NEVER cry, children, because you
cannot attain what you foolishly desire,"
said Cousin Agnes. "Caroline Wilkins
was a little girl, who, upon trifling occa-
sions would cry very hard. This was silly
and her mother reproved her for it. One
May morning, Mrs. Wilkins and Caroline,
being on a visit to some country friends,
took a walk through the fields. Caroline
was in high glee. She ran about picking
flowers and got so many that it troubled
her to carry them. Soon afterwards, sho
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saw a butterfly, with large wings of the
most beautiful colors. Dropping her flow-
ers, she ran after the pretty insect and tried
to catch it; but in vain. She fell down
several times in the course of the chase.
At last, she gave it up, and came back to
her mother, crying. Mrs. Wilkins re-
proved her sharply for crying bccaume she
could not catch and kill the pretty insect
ai~~told her how God intended that it
,ould Ily about the field and be admired
Vy others as well as herself. Caroline was
then very sorry for her foolish conduct."










THE BROTHER AND SISTER.
"BROTHERS and sisters should ever take
del igh t in pleasing and being kind to each
other," said Cousin Agnes, the evening
l'efr'e she was to leave Bonnynook. "-
member that, Joseph and Mary. I kn.
two children, brother and sister, al,
your age. They loved each other very
much. Each one strove to make the
other happy as possible. They shared
equally in all they had to share. These
children were orphans; but they had an
aunt who was both kind and rich. When
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the boy had to be sent away to boarding-
school in the country, this sister cried long
and bitterly at parting. While at school,
le wrote to her about twice a week, and
she answered all his letters. I was at
the house of the aunt, 'whn this beloved
brother returned home. This sister was
lIhid to see him that she would scarely
I iii out of her sight for a moment.
whilee he was at home the little
amwein very ill of a fever, and after
sia '1 il I:een sick for about two weeks,
the doctor declared she could not get
well. After the little girl died, it was
more than a year before he became re-
conciled to the loss. Ah! Joseph, you
should love your sister as that little boy
loved his little sister who died."










JOSEPH.
The holidays being over, Cousin Agnes
had to return to the city. It was a cool,
clear Januiary morning, the stage stomei
at the gate of Bonnyriook to take
loved cousin a way. The children
gathered at the gate to bid her goot
She kissed them all, promised to see them
soon again and got. into the stage, which
was then driven away towards the city.
Joseph stood in the road, waving his hat
and watching the stage, until it was out
;,of sight.
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