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FANNY'S BIRTHDAY.HERE is a nice new book! It is mine.Papa has just given it to me, for this is
4 PRETTY TALES.my birth-day, and I am five years old.Oh, how pretty it is! Here are boysand girls at play, like Willie and me;and here is nurse, with baby on herknee.They will call me a dunce if I do no4learn to read well, so I will try my verybest; for what is the use of a nice booklike this, if I cannot read it? It isnot of a bit more use than my wax dollwould be to puss.What, Miss Puss, you hear your ownname, do you ? and think we are goingto have a game of play. Oh no, puss,no such thing. It will not do for me to" mind only play, for mamma says that, ifI live, I shall be a woman in time, andthere are many things that I must learnbefore then,
FANNY'S BIRTHDAY.Look, puss, here is my new bookAh, I see you do not care for books.You like to lie on the warm rug beforethe fire, and there you sleep away halfyour time. That may do very well for apuss, but it will not do for me. If I amas idle as you, I shall grow up a dunce,and what wouldpapa say then ?No, no, pussy, youmaydo as you like,but for my part Iam not going tobe a dunce.Sometimes I situpon mamma sknee, and she tellsme the story abouta young king, who lived many years ago,
6 PRETTY TALES.and who loved the Bible better than anyother book in the world, and how God tookhim to wear a crown of gold in heaven.Or else she talks to me about Jesus, whocame down from his glory above to diefor us upon the cross. I love to hearabout him when he was a baby, and hismother laid him in a manger, for therewas no room for nim in the inn. Oh !how glad I shall be when I can readthese things in books.Mamma says that when I can read, 1shall have books that will teach me aboutmany things which are to be seen inplaces a long way off, far, far over thesea. About lions and tigers, that live inthe woods, and about black boys andgirls, like the poor man who came to begat the door. Willie and I ran away from
FANNY'S BIRTHDAY. 7him, but nurse called us back, and saidhe would not hurt us; and mamma toldus to pity him and be kind to him, if wesaw him again. I should like to see thelittle black boys and girls. Some ofthem go to school, I am told, but othersare never taught anything that is good:I am very sorry for them.Let me look again at my new book.Papa was very kind to buy it for me, andI will take care of it, that not a leaf maybe torn. But I shall lend it to Willie ifhe asks me, for mamma says we must bekind to each other. I will tell him totake care of it when I lend it to him.Now I will go and show it to nurse, andask her to put on it a white paper coverto keep it clean. Good bye, pussy, Iwill leave you to finish your nap, andI -_
8 PRETTY TALES.when I come back again I will havesome play with you.THE DOG THAT HAD NOHOME.ONE day little James stood upon a chair,and looked out at the window, and hesaw a dog lying on a bank on the otherside of the road. Then a bad boy camethat way and hit it with a stick. Jamescould see the poor dog shiver with coldas he lay on the wet bank. James feltvery sorry for him, and he said, " Whydoes not the dog go home, and lie downby the fire, and get warm?"
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THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME. 9Then James's mother said, "I do notthink the poor dog has any home to goto. I have seen him out there before;and one day I saw Jane Rose keep a badboy from hurting the dog."Now James was very sorry that thispoor dog should have no home. Hetalked a great deal about him, and when
10 PRETTY TALES.it began to grow dark, he got upon thechair again to see if he was still lyingthere.The dog was there still, but he wasnot lying down this time. He stoodupon the bank, and looked this way andthat way, as if he did not know where togo. He looked more cold and wet thanbefore, for the rain was coming- downfast. Then James said to his mother,"May I tell Jane to let that poor dogcome in ? See how cold and hungry helooks. I should like to give him mybread and butter, for I have had somedinner, but the poor dog has not had abit."His mother said, "We cannot havehim in the house, but you may ask Janeto let him come into the yard, and there
THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME. 11is some straw in one corner of the shedwhere he may lie and get dry."James was very glad to hear this, andhe ran*in a great hurry to tell Jane. SoJane went to the gate to call the dog,and James went back to the window tosee him come in. But the dog wouldnot come at first, and James's mothersaid that he looked afraid of being beat.At last he came very slowly across theroad, and when he heard Jane call him," Poor fellow! poor fellow!" he ran intothe yard.James's mother told Jane to give thedog some water to drink, and somethingto eat. So James stood by and saw himfed, and then the dog lay down on thestraw, and curled himself round. Jamesgave him one little pat on the head, and
12 PRETTY TALES.the dog wagged his tail, which was theonly way he had to say, Thank you.Then James and Jane came away fromthe shed, and the dog went to sleep.The last thing before James went tobed, he begged of Jane to go and see ifthe dog was still lying in the shed. Yes,he was snug asleep in the straw. James'smother said she would give him leave tostay there all night if he liked.The next day, as soon as James awoke,he began to talk about the dog to Jane,who came to dress him. Jane said thathe was not gone away, and the rain wasover, and he was come out of the shed.So James made haste down stairs, andhe went into the yard to see how he wasafter his good night's rest.The dog was lying in the sun, and
THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME. 13when he saw James he jumped up andran to him; for a dog always knows thosewho are kind to him, and treat him well.If James had not been kind to this dogthe night before, he would not have beenso glad to see him come into the yard.Then James patted him, and said,"Doggy, what is your name ?" But thedog only looked in James's face. Hewas a very pretty dog, but he was verythin, like a dog that has no home. AndJames said, "Oh, I wish I might keepyou for my own! I would feed you, andtake care of you, and you should neverlie out. in the rain and the cold any" more.Then James's father came out of thehouse, at he said, "If I were to let youkeep this dog, are you sure that you
14 PRETTY TALES.would be always kind to him, and usehim well?" And James said, "Yes,father, indeed I would." Then his fathersaid, "We must try to find out his propermaster, if he has one, and send him tohis own home; but if he has not a propermaster, nor a home, he shall be your dog,my boy, and we will have a kennel madefor him; and as he has.been such a rovingdog, Rover shall be his name."So James's father asked a great manypeople about the dog, to try to find outhis master and his home. But no oneknew anything about him, and no onecould tell where he came from. Andsome kind people said they were gladthat he had found a good home, and hewas a wise dog not to go away from it.So James kept him for his own, and
THE DOG THAT HAD NO HOME. 15there was a kennel made for him, and itwas set up in a corner of the yard. Andhe was called by the name of Rover, ashe had been such a roving dog all thetime that he had no home.ANNIE GROVE'S SHOE.ONE warm summer day, when littleAnnie Grove was coming home fromschool, some of her school-fellows said," Let us go into the fields and get someflowers to take home." So they got overthe stile into the field by the side of theroad. Annie could not get over the stileat first, for it was a high one; but her
16 PRETTY TALES.brother John and Jane Gray told her toput her foot upon the step, and then theylifted her over into the field. Her brotherri Fwas older than the rest, so he was tall andstrong. It is right that the older boysand girls should be kindto the little ones,but they should not help them to dowrong; and John knew that they were
ANNIE GROVE'S SHOE. 17both doing wrong when he helped to liftAnnie over into the field.They all ran about the fields a longtime, for it was a fine sun-shiny day.When they grew hot and tired, they satdown under some trees beside a narrowbrook. After a while, Jane Gray said,"How nice it would. be to wade over thebrook this warm day!" And one said,"I will do it," and some one else said,"I will do it," and so they all jumped upand got ready to wade over the brook.Little Annie Grove jumped up too, andtook off her shoes and her little whitesocks,-and she held up her frock roundher, and put the shoes and socks intoher frock to keep them safe. Then sheput her little bare feet into the water towade across the brook. She would notB
18 PRETTY TALES.have done it if any grown-up person hadbeen by, for she knew that it was wrong.There were some sharp stones lying atthe bottom of the brook, and when Anniewas about half-way over, she trod uponone of them, and hurt her foot. PoorAnnie stood still, and began to cry, forshe was afraid to go on, and afraid toturn back, and the sharp stone had hurther foot very much. She held up herfrock with one hand, and a school-fellowwho was close by took pity on her, andled her by the other hand back again tothe grassy bank under the trees.Then Jane Gray wiped Annie's footdry with some of the long grass, andthen they began to put on her socks andshoes. But only one shoe could befound. They looked among the grass.
ANNIE GROVE'S SHOE. 19and they looked on the bank, but therewas only one shoe to be seen. She hadlet the other slip away when she hurther foot, and all the time since it hadbeen going down the brook; and thebrook was deeper and wider-at the otherend of the field, so there was little hopethat poor Annie's shoe would ever be seenagain.What Annie was to do not even JaneGray could tell. How was she to walkhome with only one shoe ? It was nowvery late, and there was not much timeto talk about it, for every one of the girlsought to have been at home at least anhour before. So she had to go alongwith them as well as she could, the littlewhite sock coming to the ground atevery other step, so that people turned
20 PRETTY TALES.to look after her, and smiled, as shewalked down the street. Poor Anniewill not soon forget that day of sorrowand shame.Her mother was angry when she gothome, for though Annie was a little girl,she was quite old enough to have knownbetter; and if other people do wrong thatis no good reason why we should do thesame.---- i--THE LITTLE BOY'S BEDTIME.ONE night little Albert sat at play withhis box of bricks till bedtime. He satat the foot of his mamma's work-table,and he built a house with walls round it,
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THE LITTLE BOY'S BEDTIME. 21and steps up to the door, and a well inthe middle of the yard. His mammasaid it was very nicely done. ThenAlbert began to take the house to pieces,and put away the bricks; and before hehad put all the bricks into the box, theclock struck eight.When the clock struck, Susan cameto the door and said, " Come, masterAlbert, it is time to go to bed." Hismamma said, " Please to come again byand by, for the little boy is not quiteready. He has not said his prayer.He will be ready soon." But Albertcried out, "Go away, Susan. I do notwant to go to bed. I want to sit up alittle longer."Mamma. My dear, it is bedtime, andyou must go.
22 PRETTY TALES.Albert. It is not your bedtime, mam-ma. I do not think any one goes tosleep so soon but baby and me.Mamma. Oh yes, I can tell you ofmany more. The little birds' bedtimecomes before yours. It comes when thesun goes down, so they went to sleeplong ago.Albert. Where do the birds sleep,mamma ?Mamma. Some are hid in the longgrass in the fields, and some are amongthe leaves on the tall trees. There theyare, if you could see them now, eachwith its little head under its wing.Albert. I dare say they are tired withflying about all day.Mamma. Yes, they were tired, andglad to go to rest. Then there are the
THE LITTLE BOY'S BEDTIME. 23doves in the dove-cot. If you were togo out and listen now, you would nothear their soft coo, for they are allasleep. And the white hen is asleep,with her seven little chicks safe underher wings.Albert. But Keeper is not asleep. Iheard him bark just now.Mamma. No, for it is Keeper's duty tokeep watch, and take care of the house.Albert. Mamma, do you think thatpoor old woman and little girl are asleep,whom papa met to-day, and who beggedfor a bit of bread ?Mamma. I cannot tell, my dear boy..Only think, if they are now out in thedark, with cold and tired feet, whatthanks they would give to any one for asoft warm bed like yours!r __ ,^'
24 PRETTY TALES.Albert. Must I thank Susan for mynice warm bed ?Mamma. Susan is very kind to you,my love, and you must thank her for allshe does for you, and speak kindly toher in return. But it is God who givesyou a home, and food to eat, and a bed
THE LITTLE BOY'S BEDTIME. 25to rest in. You must thank God for allthe good things you have.Albert. I do thank him, mamma,when I say my little verse. May I sayit now ?Mamma. Yes, let me hear it beforeyou kneel down to say your prayer.Albert. I thank God for the soft warm bedOn which I lay my little head;I thank him for the sweet reposeWhen my weary eyelids close;But more than all I praise his nameWho once for me a child became,And left his glory in the sky,For me to suffer and to die.Mamma. Now come and kneel downby me to say your prayer.Then little Albert knelt down, andwhen he had ended his prayer, hismamma took him upon her knee forsome more talk, as Susan did not come.
26 PRETTY TALES.She told him that he was a sinful child,and had done many bad things. Butshe also told him that God was full oflove, and had sent his only Son JesusChrist into the world to die for our sins.And God will hear our prayers for thesake of his dear Son; and if we askhim, he will pardon our sins, and giveus his Holy Spirit to make us holy.When their talk was nearly over,Susan came again, and Albert kissed hismamma, and jumped off her knee, andbade her good night. And as he wentup-stairs he said,"I thank God for the soft warm bedOn which I lay my little head;I thank him for the sweet reposeWhen my weary eyelids close."
THE THIEF IN THE DOLLS' HOUSE. 27THE THIEF IN THE DOLLS'HOUSE.LucY and Kate had a kind aunt; andone very cold day, when the snow wason the ground. she sent them a New/ Year's Gift. It was a little house fordolls to live in, and there were four
28 PRETTY TALES.rooms in it, and tables and chairs. Twoof the rooms were below, and two ofthem were above. In each of the tworooms that were above, there was a littlewooden frame for a bed to lie on, butthere was no bed on it, and no pillow,and there were no sheets, nor anythingelse of the kind. Their aunt sent wordthat Lucy and Kate must make thethings that were wanted, and it wouldhelp them to learn to sew.Their aunt also sent two little waxdolls to be in the house. One of thedolls had on a pink silk frock, and theother had on a blue frock.So their mother gave them some linento make the sheets, and to make a casefor each of the beds, and for the pillows.Lucy and Kate said to each other,
THE THIEF IN THE DOLLS' HOUSE. 29"What shall we put into the beds, tomake them soft, like the bed in baby'scot?" And Lucy said, " Nurse has gotsome bran in a bag; I will ask her togive us some to put into the beds."Then Kate said that bran would do verywell.They went to ask nurse, and she wasvery kind, and she said, " I think itwould be better to stuff the beds withwool." The little girls said, " Yes, giveus some bran, if you please, nurse. Wehave not any wool, and we do not wantto wait till we can get some, for we donot like our dolls to sit up all night."For a long time after this, Lucy andKate played with their dolls, and thepretty house, and every night they tookoff the silk frocks, and put on the white
30 PRETTY TALES.caps and the night-gowns, and laid eachdoll in its own little bed. And thenthey shut the door of the house. Butone night they were in a hurry, for theiraunt was come to see them, and theydid not shut the door quite fast.The next day, when play-time came,the little girls went into the room whereall their toys were kept. Kate went upto the corner where the dolls' housestood, for they had a place for every-thing, and tried to keep everything in itsplace. But the door of the house stoodopen, and as soon as Kate looked in,she called for Lucy in great haste. " 0Lucy! come, quick! quick! There hasbeen a thief in our dolls' house, and hereare our poor dolls lying on the floor!"Lucy ran to look, and she saw the two
THE THIEF IN THE DOLLS' HOUSE. 31dolls, each lying on the floor in its ownroom, and the rooms in a litter with bitsof bran. Lucy and Kate lifted up thedolls with great care, but they were nothurt, for the beds were not far from thefloor, and so they had not had a verybad fall. It was plain that some thiefhad been in the house, for the chairsand tables were not in their right places,and nearly all the bran that had been inthe beds was gone away. As for thebed-rooms, they were in such a litterthat they were not fit to be seen. ThenLucy and Kate said, "Who could thethief have been ? And how did heget in ?"Now nurse had begun to dress thebaby in the next room, but when sheheard Lucy and Kate call to each other,
32 PRETTY TALES.she laid the baby in his cot, and cameto see what was the matter. The littlegirls each laid hold of her hand, and"cried out, "O nurse! there has been athief in our dolls' house!" So nurselooked in, and when she saw the roomsin a litter, and the bran lying about onthe floor, she began to laugh. And shesaid, " Yes, there has been a thief. Ican see that some poor little hungrymouse has been in your house, and hasate up the bran that was in the beds."The little girls then began to laughtoo, and Lucy said, " How could themouse get in ?" And nurse told themthat the door could not have been shutclose the night before, and so the mousepushed it quite open, and went in.Then Lucy and Kate ran to tell their
HARRY. 33mother, and she came to look at thedolls' house, and to see the litter that thethief had made with the bran upon thefloor. So she gave them some morelinen to make new cases for the beds,and they set to work again that sameday. But they took care this time tostuff the beds and the pillows with nicesoft wool, that the hungry mouse mightnot eat them up when next he wanted asupper.HARRY.HARRY was a little boy who lived ina town, and went to school. He wentwith some boys who were older than he0
34 PRETTY TALES.was, and they took care of him in thestreet. Little boys should not run aboutthe street alone, or they may be hurt.Harry was a good boy at school. Hetried to learn; and one day hei got tothe top of his class. This was good newsto carry home to his mamma, and itmade Harry feel proud, which was verywrong. Pride is a sin; and when wegive way to sin, it is sure to end insorrow.Harry said to his mamma, "I likeyou to praise me, mamma, and to callme a good boy. I mean to be alwaysgood. I will keep at the top of my classas long as I can, and I will never doany thing wrong."His mamma said, " You must not saythat you will never do wrong, but you
HARRY. 35must ask God to help you to be good,for the sake of Jesus Christ his Son; forthat is the way to be kept from sin."But Harry did not know that he hada sinful heart.Now his mamma had told him thatwhen he came from school, he must notstop to play by the way. The very day
36 PRETTY TALES.after he had this talk with her aboutbeing good, as he was coming home,with his book-bag on his arm, some ofthe boys began to play in the street.And Harry put down his book-bag, toplay with them, and they played so longthat at last it grew dusk, and thenHarry set off home as fast as he couldrun. But he forgot that he had left hisbook-bag lying in the street.When he got to the door, he rang thebell, and Susan, the maid,, let, him in.So Susan said, "Why, master Harry,where have you been till now?" ButHarry looked down, and rubbed hisshoes very hard upon the mat, as if hedid not hear her.His mamma had put away her work,and the tea-things were ready, and the
HARRY. 37urn was on the table, and toast, andbread and butter, and cake. It wasvery late indeed. His mamma said,"How is it you are so late, my dear?I hope you did not stop to play in thestreet."Then Harry told a lie; for he saidthat he had not stopped to play.His mamma saw that he did notspeak the truth, for his face was veryred, and he looked like a boy that wastelling a lie. I cannot tell you how sadshe felt to think that her little Harryshould be such a wicked child.But before she had time to say a word,all at once Harry missed his book-bagoff his arm, and he knew that he hadleft it lying in the street. He could nolonger hide his fault from his maima,
38 PRETTY TALES.so he began to cry, and said, "May Igo.back and look for my book-bag ? Ihave left it on a step at some one'sdoor."Then his mamma asked, " How cameyou to put your book-bag on the step ?"And Harry cried more than before, andtold her that he had stayed to play withthe other boys.His mamma said, "You have beena very wicked boy, and there are twothings that I must punish you for. Imust punish you for not coming homeas you were bid, and then for trying tohide your fault by telling a lie."So she called Susan, and asked her togo up the street with Harry to look forhis book-bag. By this time it wasnearly dark, and Harry took hold of
F_HARRY. 39Susan's hand, and went crying along thestreet. One or two people who passedhim said, " I wonder what is the matterwith that little boy." When they cameto the corner of the street where he hadstayed to play, he said, " This is theplace, and I laid my book-bag on thatstep." Then Susan looked, and Harrylooked; but the book-bag was not there.Susan said that some one must havestolen it.Harry was afraid that his mammawould be very angry when she knew thathis bag and all his school-books werequite gone. But no, that which gaveher most pain and grief was to knowthat her little boy had not spoken thetruth. It is a sad thing to tell a lie.God has said that all liars shall have
40 PRETTY TALES.their part in the lake of fire that burnsfor ever and ever.So Harry's mamma had to punishhim, very soon after he had told her thathe would be always good. He had nowfound out that he had a sinful heart.You also are a sinner, young reader.You often do what is wrong. Do notforget this story about Harry ; and ifever you feel proud when you have triedto do well, go and say this little prayerto your Father who is in heaven: "0Lord, I am a poor sinful child. Icannot do right of myself. Pardon mysins, and give me a meek and humbleheart, for the sake of Jesus Christ mySaviour. Amen."___
THE POND IN THE FIELD. 41THE POND IN THE FIELD.MARY lived with her mother in a littlehouse. She often sat by the door on along seat, and then would run about thefield on the other side of the road.There was a narrow path in the field,and people used to walk along it whenthey came that way from the town.Down at the corner of the field, near thestile, there were some tall trees, andunder the trees there was a pond. Thewater in the pond was not very deep,but it was deep enough to drown a littlegirl like Mary, so her mother told hershe must never play near the pond, forfear she should slip in.
42 PRETTY TALES.While Mary was at play, her motherwas at work in the house. For hermother was poor, and had to work tofind them food, and things to wear to
THE POND IN THE FIELD. 43keep them warm. So she could notspare time to look after her little girlwhen she was at play.Mary's mother came home frommarket one day, and in her basketshe had a little tin can, with a handle,and she gave it to Mary for her own.So she always drank her milk and hertea out of this can. Now Mary hadseen her mother go down to the pond tofetch a pail of water, and it came intoher head that she would fetch the waterin her own little can, to fill the kettle fortea. So when her mother was busy atwork, she got on a chair, and took hercan off the shelf, and away she ran downto the pond, not saying a word.Mary went close to the pond with herlittle can iniher hand, to stoop down and
44 PRETTY TALES.dip it into the water. But the can fellinto the water. The grass at the edgeof the pond was muddy and wet, and so,just as she was going to stoop down,Mary's foot went slip-slip, and she fell..___________________. _._ i
THE POND IN THE FIELD. 45into the water. Poor Mary! she gaveone loud scream, and that was all thatshe could do.Now not far from the spot whereMary fell into the pond, a kind girlnamed Jane, who lived close by, wasreading a book as she sat under a tree.She heard a splash in the water, andsaw Mary fall into the pond. She soonthrew down her book on the grass, andran to help the poor little girl out of thewater. She took hold of Mary's frock,and pulled her out of the pond. Thenshe took her up in her arms, and ranwith her along the narrow path to thehouse, for she well knew that the houseby the side of the field was little Mary'shome.Mary's mother met them at the door,
46 PRETTY TALES.and when she saw her little girl, shebegan to cry. But kind Jane said," Do not cry. Your little girl is nothurt." So they took off Mary's wetfrock, and put on her a nice dry night-gown, and laid her in bed. And hermother made her some warm tea, andthen she went to sleep. When shewoke up again, she was quite well.Jane went back to the field to pick upher book, but Mary's little can was no-where to be seen. It was never heardof again ; and Mary had to drink hermilk and her tea out of a tea cup, forthe little tin can was quite gone. I donot think she went near the pond again.It was a lesson to her ever after, to mindand do as her mother told her.
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MAMMA'S DOLL. 47MAMMA'S DOLL.Ellen. Oh! mamma, I am so sorry!Look at my poor doll. I let baby playwith it, and she has thrown it upon thefloor, and broken its nose.Mamma. Poor doll! You do look asad figure, indeed.Ellen. I did not like to be unkind tobaby, you know, mamma, and so I gaveit to her for a little while, when she heldout her hands to take it. But I did notthink she would throw it upon the floor.Mamma. Do not cry, my dear.Come and sit upon my knee, and I willtell you a story. I hope you were notvery angry with baby. She is too young--~--------~-- --
48 PRETTY TALES.to know that a doll is not to be thrownupon the floor.Ellen. No, mamma, I was not angry.Baby did not know any better. But 1cannot help crying for my pretty doll.Mamma. Let me wipe away that tear.Now hear my story. I am going to tellyou about my doll, when I was a littlegirl.Ellen. Oh! mamma, had you a doll,once ? And was it as large as mine ?Was it a wax doll, mamma ?Mamma. It was a large wax dollmuch larger than yours; and it hadblue eyes and dark brown hair. WhenI was a little older than you are, I wentwith my mamma and my aunt to spendsome weeks in a fine old city; and oneday while we were there, my mamma
MAMMA'S DOLL. 49took me into a shop, and bought thisdoll for me. She said I must dress itmyself, and my aunt showed me theproper way to make its frocks. Withthis help I was able to dress it verynicely. And my mamma said to me,"This is the last doll that I intend tobuy for you; for, if you take care of it, itwill not spoil like your other dolls."Ellen. And did you take care of it,mamma ?Mamma. Yes, for my mamma taughtme to be neat, and to keep everythingin order, as I try to teach you. So atthe end of a year, my doll looked justas good as new. I used to play with itvery often, and I called it by the nameof Jessie. I had a little sister, as youhave, whom 1 loved very much, andD
50 PRETTY TALES.when she was a baby I used to nurseher, and kiss her little soft cheeks. Butwhen she was two or three years old, shewas taken very ill, and could no longerplay about the nursery. She grew paleand thin, and used to lie all day in the
MAMMA'S DOLL. 51nurse's arms, or in her little cot. Shewas too ill to play with any of the toysthat she had been fond of before. Butone day I took my doll to the side ofher little cot, where she was lying, andthen she gave a very faint smile; so Ilaid it by her side, and that seemed toplease her. After that, when she waslying in her cot, the doll always laythere too, for it was the only thingwhich seemed to please her, all the timethat she was ill.One day, when I wanted to go intoher room as I had been used to do, theytold me she was dead. I saw her whenshe was laid in her little coffin. Shewas pale, and so very cold. There weresome flowers lying on her pillow, and arose-bud in each little hand. The soul
52 PRETTY TALES.of the dear baby was gone to God; andher body was laid in a grave, under theyew tree in the churchyard.Ellen. Oh dear mamma, how sadyou must have felt! What should I doif our dear baby were to die ?Mamma. I did indeed feel sad, andafter that time I could never bear toplay with my pretty doll, for the sight ofit seemed to bring back my grief again.So my mamma put it by with great care,and all the frocks and other things thatI had made. But only think, Ellen,what pain I should have felt, if I hadbeen unkind to my little sister whenshe wished to have my doll. Shouldnot all little girls try to be kind to eachother ?Ellen. I will try, mamma; and I am
MAMMA'S DOLL. 53glad that I was not cross with babywhen she threw my doll upon the floor.Mamma. I have not yet done with thestory about my doll. It was put by safe.in a drawer, and lay there a great manyyears, and when I was grown up, I usedto look at it now and then. My mam-ma never gave it away. Can you guesswhere it is now ? And should you notlike to see my pretty Jessie?Ellen. Yes, mamma, I should like tosee her, indeed.Mamima. Then after dinner we willtake a walk, and pay a visit to grand-mamma, and we will ask her to show usthe doll that came from the fine old cityso many long years ago.Ellen. Thank you, mamma, that willbe very nice. And may I play with
54 PRETTY TALES.Jessie a little while, and walk with herround grandmamma's garden ?Mamma. You may, my love. Andsince baby, who did not know anybetter, has broken your doll's face, itshall be put among her toys for her toplay with. And we will ask grand-mamma to let Jessie come home withus. You have been a kind little girl;and so, as I like to see you happy, youshall have her for your own.THE SHORT TEXT.HAVE you ever seen a book of ShortTexts in Short Words? It is a book
THE SHORT TEXT. 55for a little child, and there is in it a veryshort and easy text for every day in theyear. A text means some words takenfrom the Bible, which is God's ownbook, that he has given to teach us theway to heaven. The Bible tells usabout our sins, and about the LordJesus Christ, who came to seek and tosave us. And it also tells us how wemay become holy, by the help of theHoly Spirit.But I was going to tell you about the"book of texts. Little Arthur had one ofthese books, and he used to learn thetext for every day, and repeat it to hismamma before he began school. Arthurdid not go to school to any one but hismamma. She taught him his lessoneach day, and heard him say it.
56 PRETTY TALES.One day, the text was very shortindeed. It was only four words. Itwas, " Thou GOD seest me." WhenArthur had said it to his mamma, shebegan to talk to him; and Arthur stoodquietly at the work-table, and looked inher face.She said to him, " My little boy,when you are left in the room alone,
THE SHORT TEXT. 57you may think that no one can see you ;but God can see you at all times.When you think you are quite alone,God is near you. When you wake upin the dark night, God is with you. Heloves you, and is your best Friend. Youhave other friends who are good andkind, but God is better to you than all.Then try to please him by doing what isright. When you are alone, and a badwish comes into your heart, think of thistext, Thou GOD seest me,' and putaway the bad wish from your heart."Soon after this, Arthur's mamma toldhim that he might put on his cap andgloves, and go with her to call at thehouse of a friend who was ill. So theyhad a nice walk; and when they got tothe house, Arthur was shown into a
58 PRETTY TALES.large room, where he was told to sitdown and wait, while his mamma wentup-stairs to see her friend. The littleboy was left alone in the room; and atfirst he sat quite still, and only looked atthe pretty things that were lying on thetable just before him. But after a while,he got up from the stool, and began towalk softly about the room. There weremany pretty things that he liked to lookat. There were some birds under alarge glass, and Arthur had never in allhis life seen any birds so gay and brightin colour. But he saw they were notalive, for not one of them moved whenhe put his finger upon the glass. Hewas very sorry to think that the birdswere not alive.But the thing that Arthur liked best
FTHE SHORT TEXT. 59of all, better even than the birds, was avery small china dog which he found ona low table in one corner of the room.It was a white dog, with a curly tailand long ears; and it sat up on its hindlegs, just as their live dog Carlo did athome. Arthur took it up and looked atit again and again, and he said in hisown mind, "Oh, how I wish I mightkeep this little dog for my own!"Now this was a bad wish that cameinto his mind. But he did not think ofhis text, as his mamma had told him,and he did not try to put it away. No;he looked all round the room and out atthe window, and then he came back tothe table in the corner; and he felt quitesure that no one could see him, andso he took up the china dog and put
60 PRETTY TALES.it into the little pocket at the side ofhis coat.Arthur then went and sat down againupon the stool. He did not feel happy,though the little china dog was safe inhis pocket and no one knew. He feltafraid-afraid to hear his mamma's foot-steps coming down the stairs, and yetafraid to stay in the room alone. Howwas this, when he had felt so happy, andnot in the least afraid, only a little timebefore ?A thief is always afraid of being foundout, and Arthur was now a thief. Hecould not be happy, for God has putsomething in our hearts which will notlet us be happy when we have givenway to sin. So there Arthur sat, quitestill; and the clock on the mantel-piece,
THE SHORT TEXT. 61which he had not heard before, wenttick-tick; and Arthur grew more andmore afraid, but still his mamma did notcome.He put his hand into his pocket tofeel if the little china dog was therequite safe. Yes, it was there, butArthur did not want to take it out andlook at it. He did not seem to careabout it now. All at once, while hishand was in his pocket, the short textcame into his mind. He said it out,but with a very low voice, "Thou GODseest me." Then he began to thinkabout God, who could see him at alltimes, even when he was quite alone;and he felt sorry for the wicked thingthat he had done. His hand was still inhis pocket, when he heard his mamma's
62 PRETTY TALES.voice as she came down-stairs ; but heran across the room, and took the littledog out of his pocket, and put it backupon the table before she came in.Oh, how glad was Arthur when this wasdone His heart felt light, and all hisfear went away.He told his mamma about the little- ~ -L
THE SHORT TEXT. 63china dog as they went home, and howthe short text came into his mind. Hismamma shed tears of joy to think thatGod had caused her little boy to besorry for his sin, and.to put back whathe had stolen. And when they were athome, she made him kneel down tothank God, and to ask him to pardonthe wicked wish that he had felt, andthe wicked thing that he had done, forthe sake of Jesus Christ his Son.--= ^ -E-c
64 PRETTY TALES.THE GREY RABBIT."LOOK at papa," said Frank to littleGeorge, one day, as he stood at the win-dow of their play-room up stairs. " Icannot think what he is going to do withthat wooden box. I saw John lift it outof the stable just now, and put it into that
THE GREY RABBIT. 65corner. What have they got in thebox ? See, papa stoops down to lookinside. What can it be, I wonder ? "George came when he was called, andlooked out of the window as well as hecould; but, being rather short, he had togo back for a stool to mount upon beforehe could see into the yard. When thiswas done, he saw all three quite plain,-his papa, and old John, and the largewooden box, with a black handle on thelid."I know, Frank," said George, witha wise look. " They are going to putaway some flower-seeds in the box. Iheard John tell papa that he had saveda great many seeds this year; and papasaid they must be put away in a dryplace till spring."~~~________~____________________ B
66 PRETTY TALES." Oh! you silly child," said Frank, whowas six years old, and of course knew agreat deal more than little George, whowas only four. "Do you think theywould want such a large 'box, just tohold a few flower-seeds ? No, no; it issomething that papa wants to hide. Isaw him look round, as much as to say,I do not wish to be seen. Should notyou like to know what it is ?"" Yes, I should like to know,' saidlittle George; " but I cannot see, thebox is so far off.""Wait a little while, and we will havea peep, when papa and John are goneaway." So said Frank, who alwaysliked to pry into every thing. " Wewill creep softly down stairs, and intothe yard, and then lift up the lid of the
THE GREY RABBIT. 67box. Papa will be in the house, andJohn will be in the stable; so nobody willknow."The little boys stayed to watch at thewindow; and very soon, "as Frank hadsaid, their papa came into the house,and John went to his work in the stable,and so the box was left alone. Puss,indeed, walked slowly across the yard,and gave a sniff at the key-hole, as ifshe too wanted to see what there wasinside; and then she lay down in thesunshine close by, with her head on herfore-paws: but Frank and George bothknew that puss could tell no tales, andso they did not mind her at all. Handin hand they crept down stairs. Allwas quiet in the house. Their papa wasin his study, and their mamma was in
68 PRETTY TALES.the nursery, and the maids were busyabout their work.Both of these little boys knew thatthey were doing wrong. They hadbeen told, often and often, not to meddlewith things that did not belong to them.As Frank was so much older thanGeorge, he was the more to blame; butGeorge was old enough to know better,or why did he put his little foot sogently on the stairs, and go out on tip-toe into the yard ?The two boys went up close to thebox, and then looked round to makesure that there was no one to see them.Not a step was to be heard, and onlypuss lay there, with her eyes fixed uponthe box. It was long and low, and thelid was held down by a hasp. Frank-----------, I
THE GREY RABBIT. 69and George had both to stoop down,and then Frank took hold of the haspand lifted up the lid. Oh! sad to tell!out popped a little grey rabbit. Pussdarted upon it in a moment; she caughtit in her mouth, and, not caring in theleast for the cries of Frank and George,away she went over the wall, and therabbit was seen no more.Old John ran out of the stable, withhis fork in his hand, and at sight of himboth Frank and George were still. Butboth papa and mamma had heard theircries, and came out of the house; andthe maids ran down stairs in a fright, tosee what was the matter. There was noneed for any one to speak a word. Theempty box, with its open lid, and thered faces of Frank and George, with
70 PRETTY TALES.their look of shame, told what they hadbeen about.Their kind papa had bought the littlerabbit for Frank and George; and Johnwas going that very day to make arabbit hutch, and fix it up in the yard,for he was very clever in making suchthings. Before night, if they had beenwise enough to wait, they would haveseen the little grey rabbit in its hutch,and might have given it green leavesand clover to nibble. But this was allover now; and it was owing to theirfault that they had lost the youngrabbit.But when Frank and George grew tobe a little older, their papa gave them ahutch and four young rabbits. They hadlearned not to meddle with things that
THE LOST BOY. 71did not belong to them, and so, they hada reward for their better conduct.----ccecw--~-THE LOST BOY.I WILL tell you of a boy who did notmind what was said to him. He usedto do what he was told must not be
72 PRETTY TALES.done, and that was very sad. I hopeyou are not like him.The boy's name was John. He hada dog that he used to play with; and hehad a kite, and he used to fly it in afield by the side of the house. He hadmany other toys, more than I can tellyou of. But he was too fond of play,and did not love his book; and when hewas more than five, he did not knowhow to read the most easy lesson. Washe not an idle boy ?One day, John was by the gate at theend of the lawn. No one was with him,for Ann the maid was just gone away,and she had told him to wait till shecame back. The gate was half open, sohe went to peep into the lane. He sawa bird hop on the path, and its wing
THE LOST BOY. 73hung down on one side as if it had beenhurt. John did not mind what Annhad said, that he must wait for her atthe gate, and he ran to take hold of thebird. Then it flew away, but not far,and John ran after it down the road.He put out his hand to catch it; but the
74 PRETTY TALES.bird rose again, and at last it flew toa bank high up the lane, and John didnot see it any more.Then he said, "I will go back to Annat the gate." But he did not know thathe had run so far, and a turn was in thelane, so that he could not see the gate.Then John was in great fear, for he didnot know which way to go to get home.He cried out for Ann as loud as hecould; but Ann was far off, and he wasnot able to make her hear. Oh! whatfear he was in!John ran very fast down the lane, buthe did not see any one to show him theway home. When he was too muchtired to run any more, he sat down onthe bank and cried. A bird sang in atree over his head, and the sun was up
THE LOST BOY. 75high in the blue sky. It was a fine day,and if John had done as he was bid, hewould have had a nice long walk withAnn. But now he was very sad, andhe sat on the bank and cried. Boys aresure to be made sad, if they will notmind, and do as they are told.When Ann came back to the gate,and saw that John was not there,she ran into the lane to look for him,and to call him. But John could nothear her call him, for you know he wasa long way off. Then Ann ran backinto the house, and told John's papaand mamma that he was lost. As soonas his papa heard this, he laid down hisbook, and put on his hat to go and seekhim. The man also went to seek him.And his mamma said, " Pray make
76 PRETTY TALES.haste and bring my dear boy homeagain." As for Ann, she took the dogwith her down the lane to help to findhim, for he was very fond of John.Dash was the dog's name, and a gooddog he was.It was not long till Ann and Dashcame to the turn of the lane, and thenthey both saw John, who sat upon thebank, very sad. The dog gave a bark,as if he had said, "There he is I amglad we have found him!" Then Dashran up to him as fast as he could, andJohn was very glad to see him comealong the lane; and he said, "GoodDash dear Dash! you are come to takeme home."So John and Dash went to meet Ann,for she did not run as fast as the dog
THE LOST BOY. 77had done. John told her that he hadbeen a bad boy and was very sorry.When Ann saw that he was sorry, shegave him a kiss, and said that he mustnot do so any more. Then they wentback home, and John soon saw his papain the lane. But he did not run tohim, and look glad, as he did at othertimes. Why did not John run to hispapa ? Can you guess ? Yes, it wasthat he had not done as he was bid, andhe knew his papa did not like to hearthat he had been a bad boy.His papa stood still; and when John,and Ann, and Dash came up to him,John said, " Papa, I have not beengood. I am very sorry. 1 will try tobe good next time." So his papa said,"I hope you will;" and he took hold of
78 PRETTY TALES.his hand, and led him back to the house.And his mamma was very glad to seehim, safe and well.John said that it was his wish to begood, and his papa told him that hemust pray to God to help him. I hopeyou will pray to God. No one canmake you good but God. I cannotmake you good. Your papa cannotmake you good. No one can do this foryou, but God. Then pray to him.Say, "Lord, help me to be good, for thesake of Jesus, thy dear Son, who diedupon the cross to take away my sins."God can see you now; and if you prayto him, he will hear you.
THE LOVE OF JESUS. 79NNjTHE LOVE OF JESUS.WHAT a strange and wondrous story,From the Book of God is read,How the Lord of life and gloryHad not where to lay his head;How he left his throne in heaven,Here to suffer, bleed, and die,That my soul might be forgiven,And ascend to God on high.
80 PRETTY TALES.Father, let thy Holy SpiritStill reveal a Saviour's love,And prepare me to inheritGlory, where he reigns above.There, with saints and angels dwelling,May I that great love proclaim,And with them be ever tellingAll the wonders of his name.LOaDON: BR1NAMIN PARDON, PRNTERa, PATERNOSTEB BOW.
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