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 Front Cover
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Note
 Poor and bad
 Poor, yet rich
 Rich, yet poor
 Rich and good
 A hymn
 Back Cover






Title: A small book for a small child
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Title: A small book for a small child
Physical Description: 24 p. : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: American Sunday-School Union ( Publisher )
Publisher: American Sunday-School Union
Place of Publication: Philadelphia ;
New York
Publication Date: c1852
 Subjects
Subject: Glory of God -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Readers -- 1852   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1852
Genre: Readers   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
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Statement of Responsibility: written for the American Sunday-School Union.
Funding: Brittle Books Program
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002237619
oclc - 45839885
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
    Frontispiece
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Note
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Poor and bad
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Poor, yet rich
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    Rich, yet poor
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Rich and good
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    A hymn
        Page 23
        Page 24
    Back Cover
        Page 25
        Page 26
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A SMALL BOOK



FOR




A SMALL CHILD.


WRITTEN FOR THE AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION.


PHILADELPHIA :
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
NO. 146 CHISTNUT STR T.
Nzw YOB, No. 147 Nassau Stret.....BosTO, No. 9 Comrnhl.
LOUIsvuB., No. 103 fourth Stret.






















Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1852, by the
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
in the Clerk's Ofice of the District Court of the Eastern District of
Pennsylvania.








.9 No books are published by the AMERICAq SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNxION
without the sanction of the Committee of Pulication, consisting of four-
teen members, from the following denomination of Christians, viz. Bap-
t et, ethodist, ongregationalist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, Lutheran, and
Refbrmed Dutch. Not more than three of the members can be of the same
denomination, and no book can be published to which any member of the
Committee shall object.










NOTE.-This small book, composed
of words not exceeding five letters,
was designed by the author both as
a class-book for children who are
beginning to read, and as a library-
book. It was written in this rather
difficult form, with the hope that it
would answer a double purpose of
instruction: in teaching the igno-
rant to read, and at the same time
in impressing religious truth upon
the mind.










SMALL BOOK FOR A SMALL CHILD,


POOR AND BAD.

GOD is good and kind. He made
all who live. He made the trees,
the clear brook, the blue sky, the
sun which gives light and heat, and
the moon and stars which shine
above us. He will love all who love
him, and take care of them while
they live; and when they die, he
will take them to live with him, in
that world where there will be no
tears nor pain nor fear, but where
all will be love and joy and peace.
I will tell you of a boy, named
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John, who did not love God. He
was a bad boy, and did not mind
what was said to him. He was
told how wrong it is to tell lies, and
to swear, and to steal, and break
God's holy day, yet he did all these
wrong things. He lived in God's
world, and ate the food which God
gave him, yet he had no love or fear
of God in his heart. When he was
quite small, he used to kneel down
by the side of his bed and pray to
God every night and morn; but
when he grew large, he did this no
more.
In this way he grew worse and
worse till he was a man. He did
not do much work, and the few cents
which he did earn he spent in the
vile shop where rum is sold. You
might have often seen him at the





FOR A SMALL CHILD. 9

door of the dram-shop on the Lord's
day.
More than once he was put into
gaol as a thief. Here he was shut
up in a small, dark cell, where he
could not have the fresh, pure air,
nor hear the birds sing, nor see the
clear blue sky, for a long time. One
might think this would have cured
him of his bad ways-that he
would then have asked God to give
him a new heart and make him
good; but it did not. So far from
it, he was worse when he came out
of gaol than he was when he was
put in! -
When he grew old, he was weak
and sick, but he had no one to take
care of him then; for there are few
who will love and care for a bad old
man.




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At last, one night he died, and he
was put into a rough box and laid
in the grave. But his soul did not
die! It went up to God, the great
Judge of all, and I very much fear
that he had his part in the lake of
fire, where he must feel pain and
grief and wo in all time to come.
Oh, what a sad end!

POOR, YET RICH.
I have told you of a bad poor
man. I will now tell you of a good
poor man. When I say he was poor,
I mean he was what the world calls
poor. That is, he had not much
gold. He lived in a small house,
ate plain food, and wore a plain
dress. Yet he was not poor.
He loved God and God loved him.





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He had God to take care of him,
and so he felt no fear of evil. He
was a child of God, and he knew
that at his death he should have a
crown of gold and a harp. He knew
that God would take him to his
home in the skies, where he would
have all that he could need to make
him blest. With all these rich
hopes he could not feel poor.
When he was quite a child, he
was told how good God is, and
how he gave his own Son to die, that
all who trust in Him might be saved
from their sins. It made him feel
sad that he had done wrong so often,
for he saw what an evil thing it is
to break the laws of such a God.
So he knelt down, and asked God
to give him a new heart and make
him good. God heard him pray,





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and gave him a new heart; and from
this time Frank (for his name was
Frank) loved God more than any-
body else, and tried to do what was
right, and to be of some use in the
world.
He had not much money, as I
have said, and he could not give
large sums to send the word of God
to those in far-off lands, who serve
gods of wood and stone, which their
own hands have made; but he could
pray for them, and he did so. Then,
too, when he could save a few cents,
he was glad to spare them for so
good a use.
Each Lord's-day he went to the
house of God, to hear of Him, and
to sing hymns, and pray to Him.
He would not drink rum; no,
not the first drop-for he felt that





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it could do him no good, and he
knew that it might do him much
harm.
In this way he spent his days, and
then as time passed, old age came on
him. His hair grew thin and white.
His eyes were dim. His ears were
deaf. His limbs were so weak that
he found it hard to walk. Still his
hope and trust in God did not fail.
He felt glad, for he knew that all
these were signs to tell him that
the time was near when he would
go to meet God, whom he loved more
than all the world. He was not
poor then. He could not see to read
God's word, nor could he go to the
house of God to hear it read; but
while he could see, he had read it
so well that he knew much of it by
heart, and he could think of this.





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as he lay in his bed at night or sat
in his large chair by day.
He had been a good and kind
man, and all who knew him loved
him, so he was not left with no one
to care for him. Many came to him
while he was sick, and were very
kind to him. They stood by him
while he was so weak, and gave him
food and what else he might need.
One day he sang a sweet hymn,
and shut his eyes, and then "he
was not, for God took him." Yes,
God took him home, to be at rest
from all care and toil and pain. He
is not a poor man now.


RICH, YET POOR.
There once lived a rich man,
named Hugh. I say he was a rich





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man, but I mean he was what men
call rich; that is, he had much
money, lived in a large house, wore
a fine coat, and ate the best kind
of food. All that money could buy
he had, but he had not the love of
God, for money cannot buy this-
the best of all the good that man
can have. Yet he did not feel the
want of this. He was proud of his
dress, of his large house, and of all
that his money-gave him, as if this
were all that he could need. Poor man!
He did not think that a time would
soon come when he would be glad to
give all the gold in the world, if he
had it, to gain one smile from God.
He lived in God's world, and saw
all his works, and the marks of his
kind care, yet he did not think of
him. He ate the food which God





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gave him, and used all the good gifts
of life, yet he did not once thank
God for them.
He had no fear of the anger of
God. He did not go to the house
of God to learn of Him, but he did
his work, or took a walk or a ride or
a sail, or he read the news or a bad
book on the Lord's day. He took
God's name in vain, and drank much
wine, and gave none of his money to
help the poor, or to' send the word
of God where it was not known.
He had a horse of which he was
quite fond and proud, and which
he rode when he did not wish to
walk. One fine day in June, he
told his man to bring the horse to
the door, as he meant to take a ride.
The man did so, and in a short
time Hugh took the reins from him





FOR A SMALL CHILD. [L

and rode off down the lane and out
on the road.
His way lay by a thick wood,
where some men had gone that day
with dogs and guns to shoot birds.
Just as Hugh came up, one of the
men aimed his gun and fired at a
bird in a high tree near the road.
The noise of the gun made the
horse start and rear, and the quick
jerk threw Hugh from his back.
He tried to raise his head, and to
get his feet loose from the reins, in
which they had been caught, but
he could not, and the horse ran on,
with poor Hugh's feet fast in the
reins and his head on the road.
Men came out and tried to stop
'him; but, by the time this was done,
he had a bad wound on his head
that could not be cured. They took





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him home, where he was laid on a
soft bed of down, and all means
were used to heal the wound, but in
vain.
Hugh knew then that he must
die, and for the first time he felt
that he was poor, for all his money
could not free him from pain. He
was in great dread, but still he did
not pray to God from his heart.
When asked to do so, he would
say-
"No, it is too late! I ought to
have loved God and kept his laws
when I was well; but I did not. I
was proud of my money, and loved
it, and put my trust in it; yet it is
of no use to me now, for gold can-
not save when the hour of death
comes."
And so he died. Men laid him





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in the grave, and put up a high,
white stone, with his name and age
on it, to show those who pass by
where he lies. But Hugh's soul does
not lie there under that large, white
stone. No, it has gone to meet
God, the Judge of all! He was a
bad man, and did not love God
when he was on earth, and he could
not live with God when he died.
The money he left paid for the
stone that was put up at his grave,
but it could do no more for Hugh.
He could not take it with him at
death, and it would have been of no
use to him if he could have done so.
This is a sad tale, and I do not
like to tell it to a child; but it is
true, and may warn us to love and
to fear God in the days of our youth;
and then, while we live and when





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we die, we shall be quite safe. No
child need meet with such a sad
doom as that of Hugh. God is
good, and will save all who pray to
him and put their trust in him.


RICII AND GOOD.
There once lived a rich man
named James. He was what the
world calls rich, for he had much
money and land, but he was not
proud of these; nor did he love them
more than any other thing. He knew
that the God who gave them to him
could take them all away from him
when he chose; and he knew, too,
that there are times in a man's life
when all the gold in the world can-
not make him glad nor keep him
from harm.





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He loved God and put his trust
in him, and God loved him, and
he felt that this was worth far
more to him than gold or lands.
He was glad to go to the house of
God, and he loved to pray to Him,
and to think and talk of Him. At
all times he tried to do what is right,
and to keep far from all wrong
ways.
He put his money to a good use.
He gave it to feed those who were
in need of food, to heal the sick,
and to help all who were in want.
He lived to be an old man of four-
score years, and all who knew him
loved him. His hair was white,
and his form was bent with age,
yet his face was calm and mild, for
he had no care. He knew that God
was near to him, and would lead





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him when he passed the dark vale of
death.
He went to sleep one night, and
at dawn some one who lived with
him came to the bed to see if all
was right with him. He lay quite
still, just as when he had gone to
rest, and they said that he slept.
But as the day past, and he did not
wake, they found that it was the
sleep of death which was on him.
Yes, he was dead! His soul had
gone to God, whom he had loved so
much while he lived on the earth,
and God has wiped away the tears
from his eyes; and where he is, there
shall be no more death, nor pain.
Where he is, there is no more need
of the sun nor of the moon, for God
and the Lamb give them light, and
there is no night there.











A HYMN.


God made the earth and sky,
Each star and bud and tree,
And beast and bird and fly,
And all that I can see.

And these with care he keeps,
For he is kind and good;
In him they live and move,
From him they take their food.

To show his love for us,
To earth he sent his Son,
To die upon a cross
For sins which we have done.

I'm young and weak and small,
Yet he is meek and mild,
And if I love him now,
He'll own me for his child.





A HYMN.

He'll keep me safe from harm,
And hear me when I pray,
And in all time of need,
Will be my help and stay.

I ought to keep his laws,
Who is so good and kind,
And love him from my heart,
With all my might and mind.




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