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A woman of wonderful beauty stood before him.
B.Y CHA UNCEY GILES.
WILLIAM NICHOLSON AND SONS.
LONDON: 8. D EWINS AND Co., AND W. TEGG.
,,HIS little volume is an attempt to embody
some useful truths in a form to interest the
young. Three of the stories were written
without any expectation of their publication, and
read to a company of children. The interest
they created, and the readiness with which the
children caught the truths the stories were intended
to teach, suggested the idea that they might be use-
ful to a larger audience.
With these explanations, this little volume is sent
forth to the great public of childhood and youth,
with the earnest desire that those who read it may
glean from its pages some golden grains of good
affections, and some silver coins of truth, to deposit
in their "Wonderful Pockets" for use in daily life.
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NE cold Christmas Eve, Charles
Lee was sitting by the fire, look-
ing earnestly at the coals as they
burned cheerfully in the grate,
6 sometimes sending out great vol-
Si umes of smoke, and then burst-
ing into flame, and lighting up the little room
in which he was sitting, and making its naked
walls look quite ruddy and cheerful. But none
of its pleasant light entered Charles' mind. He,
looked gloomy and sullen, and occasionally
muttered something to himef, as if he was
angry at everybody.
His mother was sitting near him, busily
engaged in finishing a piece of work. Mr.
Lee had been dead a year. He was sick a long
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time before his death, and the little money he
had been able to save while he was well, had
been spent during his sickness, and his wife
and children were left without a cent.
Mrs. Lee was very industrious and economi-
cal; but she found it very difficult to support
herself and children by her own labour. The
most that she could do was to procure the bare
necessities of life.
Charles went out every day, and got all the
little jobs he could find to do. He would run
on errands, and carry light bundles, and do
anything else in his power to earn a few cents
for his mother. Sometimes he succeeded very
well, and what he earned was quite a help to
But that day, when of all others he wanted
to earn the most, he did not get anything.
Everybody was so busy in selecting and buy-
ing presents for children and friends, and in
making preparations for Christmas, that no
-notice was taken of him. Almost every one
he met had packages full of pretty things for
presents. One man had a little wheelbarrow
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under his arm. Ladies carried baskets filled
with packages done up in nice papers. Little
girls and boys were carrying home the Christ-
mas gifts they had selected for their little
Charles stopped before the window of a toy-
shop, and gazed long and wishfully at the'
many cunning and pretty things that had been
* placed there, to attract the attention of the
people as they passed by, and he could hardly
.keep from crying at the thought that he could
not have one of them. It made his mouth
water to see the candy and other delicious
things to eat; and bitter feelings rose in his
mind at the thought that his mother was too
poor to buy any of these nice things for him,
and that he had no friends to make him any
Charles was a very good boy in the main,
but he was sometimes selfish and envious.
The contrast between his own condition and
that of many others had a particularly un-
happy effect upon him to-day. He thought it
was wrong that he could not have beautiful
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presents, as well as other children. He went
home in a very bad humor. He was cross to
his sister, and pushed her away when she
came near, though he was generally very fond of
her, and took great pleasure in playing with her,
and often spent the evening in telling her what
he had seen and done during the day; but to-
night he was so much under the influence of
bitter feelings, that he could not bear to have
her near him. He knew that his mother did
everything she could to get good food and
comfortable clothing for him, but he seemed to
forget it all, and said very petulantly that he
did not see why he could not have nice toys
and handsome clothes as well as other children;
and he thought it was too bad that he could
have nothing for his supper but bread and
His mother tried to soothe him as well as
she could, but she did not succeed very well.
He was to much excited to listen too what she
said. After a while he got up and went to bed,
but he could not sleep; angry feelings kept
rising in his heart. He thought it was not
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right that he must work so hard and live so
poor, and have no beautiful things, when a
great many boys whom he knew dressed well,
and, when they were not going to school, had
nothing to do: they seemed to be so happy,
walking and driving around the streets. He
envied them, especially at this time, when
almost every one had a holiday, and many
f presents from parents and friends.
After a while he began to think what he
would do if he was rich. He would have ever
* so many fine clothes, the greatest abundance
0 of beautiful toys, and as many good things to
eat and drink as he wanted. He would not
work another day. He would live in a large
house, and have elegant furniture. He would
Sget pair of the handsomest horses in the
county, and live in grand style.
He lay with his eyes shut while he was
imagining these vain things. But he became
so excited by his wild thoughts that his fanci-
ful picture seemed almost to be real. He
opened his eyes, expecting to find himself in
his grand house, with everything beautiful
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around him. But he was still in the old
chamber, and all his visions had fled.
He saw something else, however, which in-
terested him more that his foolish waking
dreams. A woman of wonderful beauty stood
before him. She looked a little like his mo-
ther, and a little like his sister; but she was
far more beautiful than any one he had ever
seen before. Her face shone with a light that
made the whole room bright.
One would naturally suppose that Charles
would have been frightened at the appearance
of such a splendid woman in his little chamber,
coming, as she seemed to, out of the darkness.
But he was not. There was something so
kind and innocent in her face and manner,
that he did not feel in the least afraid. fve-
sides, the thought immediately flashedpipon
him that she had come to help him.
"And so you want to be rich, do you,
Charles ?" she said, addressing him in a very
sweet voice, and in the kindest manner.
"Oh yes," he replied, with great eagerness;
"I should like to be rich above all things.
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Will you give me a whole bagful of gold, so
that I can buy everything I want, and not
have to work any more ?"
"No, Charles," she replied; "I cannot give
you any money, nor can I tell you how to get
it. But I can give you something a great deal
better. I can give you a pocket, in which to
keep your money wh n you do get some."
"Is that all ?" said Charles, in a disappoint-
ed tone. "I have a pocket now, that will hold
"mooe than I can get to put into it. A pocket
won't do me any good."
"Biut the pocket that I will give you is a
very wonderful one."
"Is it full of gold ?" Charles eagerly asked.
"No," said the angel. "There is not any-
4hing in it; and never will be, unless you put
SThen I don't want it. I want m oney for
myself and mother." And a look of great dis-
appointment settled over his face.
"But you don't know anything about this
pocket yet. If you use it as I tell you, you
will soon be as rich as you need to be."
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"What is there that is so wonderful about
it ?" said Charles.
"Every thing you put into it will always
remain there, though you take it out ever so
often, is one of the wonderful things about it,"
What !" said Charles, whose curiosity now
began to be greatly aroused. "If I had a
whole handful of gold in this pocket, and if I
should take it out and spend it, would the gold
still remain in the pocket ?"
"Yes, indeed it would; and the more you
spent, the more you would have."
"That would be a wonderful pocket truly,"
said Charles; "and worth more than the rich-
est presents in the world. But I don't see how
it can be, that the gold would remain in after
it had been taken out."
"No, I know you do not. But sill it is
true, and there are a great many other things
about the pocket as wonderful as this."
"What are they?" inquired Charles, his
curiosity now thoroughly aroused.
"One remarkable thing is, that you can only
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put the money into it which you have obtain-
ed by doing good to others. If you attempt
to put anything into it you have gained from
selfish motives, the pocket will disappear.
Another wonderful quality is, that you cannot
get anything out of it to spend foolishly, or
for any purpose that will not be useful to
yourself or to some one else. If you attempt
to do so, it will become invisible."
Charles did not think that these qualities
added anything to the value of the pocket.
But the possibility of having a pocket which
would never be empty, was a possession too
valuable to be rejected, and he begged her to
give it to him.
"You shall have such a pocket," said she.
"But remember, you will not be able to see it
until you get something to put into it; and
neither you nor any one else can see it, except
when you take something out or put something
into it. You will find it on the inside of your
coat, and of every coat you wear, and I hope
you will have it well filled before another
year. And now I bid you good-night, and
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wish you a very 'merry Christmas.'" So say-
ing, she vanished out of his sight.
Charles felt so-happy that he could hardly
keep from getting up and dancing. He look-
ed at his coat, that was lying on a chair -near
him, to see if the beautiful lady did anything
to it; and he was about jumping up to see if
he could find the pocket, when he recollected
that it would be invisible until he had put
something into it. He longed for the morning
to come, that he might go out and earn some-
thing to put into it. He lay a long time
thinking over the many beautiful things he
would buy, and how he would astonish all the
boys by pulling out whole handfuls of gold;
but finally he fell asleep.
He awoke early in the morning, and jumped
up without being called; and, before putting
on his coat, he looked at it very carefully to
see if he could not find some signs of his new
and wonderful pocket. When he found he
could not, he felt a little disappointed; for
although he remembered what had been said
to him, yet he thought he might, perhaps, see
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some signs of it. But his old coat looked just
as usual. He put it on, and did some things
for his mother very cheerfully; thinking all
the time how soon he would show her some-
thing that would make her very glad. He
would come home with a whole handful of gold,
and would bring so many nice things besides
for his mother and sister, that they would be
While he was eating his breakfast he8argh-
ed aloud several times, at the thou -lit, of what.
he would have for breakfast the next morning.
His mother noticed that he was very much
excited, and asked him what was the matter
But he said, Nothing," and yet he wa-almost
crazy. He kicked the kitten, and turned over
a chair, and came very near upsetting the
table. He asked his sister if he should bring
her home a new dress and bonnet and shoes,
and promised his mother as many new things
as he would be able to purchase if he had a
handful of gold. His mother could not im-
agine what made him talk so strangely, and
she was afraid something was really the matter
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with him. It made her very sad to see him so
In a little while he went away, promising
to come back soon, and show them what he
could do. As he went along, he was all the
time thinking about what splendid things he
would soon have. A fine carriage and horses,
passed him. "Ah '" he thought, "I will have
a finer carriage than that, and more splendid
horses. The harness and the carriage shall be
all covered with gold !" And so, whenever he
saw anything handsome, he would say to him-
self, "I will have something better than that."
He came to a very fine house. "That is a
pretty good house," he said; "but wait and
see the one I will build !" As he met some of
his companions, he hardly deigned to notice
them, the foolish boy !
He kept thinking of his pocket, and longing
to get some money to put into it, that he
might see it. For he thought, if he could only
make a beginning, that would be all that was
necessary to get any amount of money he
wanted; for what he put in would always re-
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main there, though he should take it out ever
After a while he saw a man going along with
a load of coal, and he followed him, hoping to
get a chance to put the coal into the cellar,
and by that means earn something to put into
his pocket. To his great joy, the man who
had bought the coal agreed to give him a dime
for putting it in.
He went to work as hard as he could; and,
when he caught up a large piece of coal, he
would think, I will have lumps of gold as big
as that, some day i"
When he had finished putting the coal in,
the gentleman gave him a dime. "There," he
thought, as he took the money, "that is the.
last load of coal I will ever put into the cellar:
I will soon have somebody to do it for me !"
And he ran off in an alley to put his dime into
his wonderful pocket. As he was running
along, he resolved that, as soon as he had put
his dime into the pocket, he would keep taking
out dimes until he had a dollar; and then he
would get a gold dollar and put into it. Then
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he would keep taking that out until he could
get a gold eagle, and then he could always
have as much money as he wanted at any
time. As soon as he found a place where he
thought no one would see him, he unbuttoned
his coat, and thought, "Now for the pocket!"
He looked carefully, first on one side, and
then on the other; but he could see no signs
of it. He became very much excited; and he
began to be afraid that it was all a dream, and
that he would never have such a pocket. He
took off his coat, and looked all over it, inside
and out; but he could find no pocket except
the old one that had always been there.
When he had looked over his coat again and
again, examining every seam carefully, and
could not find the pocket, he began to cry, he
was so disappointed. He could never get any
of the fine things he had been dreaming about.
He looked at the dime he held in his hand,
and thought he would throw it away, he
despised it so. What was a dime to one who
expected to have a handful of gold ?
He put on his coat, put the dime into his
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old pocket, and went slowly along toward
home, hanging down his head, and looking
very sad and disappointed. He heard children
"crying, Christmas gift !" but he paid no atten-
tion to them. He got home to dinner; but he
did not bring a turkey with him, nor any new
dress for his sister, nor any present for his
mother. He had nothing but a paltry dime.
His mother saw that a change had taken
place in him; and she was afraid he was going
to be sick, or that something dreadful was
about to happen. He ate his dinner with a
gloomy face, and would hardly answer a ques-
tion his mother asked him. He gave her the
dime with a toss, as though it was good for
nothing; and, after a while, went out again.
He began to despair of ever having a wonder-
ful pocket, after all his hopes. He forgot that
he could never find it, to put anything in
it, unless he had obtained the money by doing
something that was not selfish-while all the
morning he had been trying to get something
to put into his pocket for the sake of finding
it, and his little foolish heart had been filled
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with pride at the idea of the great show he
would make.. That was the reason he could
not find it.
But Charles, on the whole, was a pretty good
boy. He was honest and faithful in his work,
and was a great help and comfort to his mo-
ther. He never could bear to see any one im-
posed upon. If he saw a large boy attempting
to hurt or in any way misuse a little one, he
always took the small boy's part. It is not
strange that he was very much excited, and
that his head was almost turned by the idea
of having such a pocket, and the immense
amount of money he supposed he could so
easily obtain by means of it.
As he was going round a corner of the street,
he found an old apple woman in great distress.
Some bad boys had overturned her apple-stand,
and were trying to pick up the apples and run
off with them. He jumped around as fast as
he could, and helped the woman to pick up
her apples. He did not once think about his
pocket, or any pay for helping her. He pitied
the woman, and only thought of helping her.
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"There," he said, when the apples were all
picked up and placed upon the stand again,
'the boys did not get many of them; and I
do not think theyfwill come back again."
The woman offered him an apple for helping
her; but as she had lost some, and was very
poor, he would not take one, though it made
his mouth water to think of eating one. He
thanked her, and told her he would not take
As he was going away, a gentleman who
kept a store on the opposite side of the street,
and who had seen the whole performance,
called to him; and Charles went into the store.
After asking his name, and telling him he
was glad to see a little boy act so unselfishly
he gave him a quarter of a dollar, and told hin
he hoped he would always remember to hell
Charles thanked him, and felt very happy,
not so much for the money, as at the thought
that he had done some good to a poor woman,
and gained the approbation of a good man
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As he turned to go out of the store, he thought
he noticed something bright on his coat, as
though there was a light within shiningthrough
it. He unbuttoned his coat; and there, on the
inside of it, he saw a cunning little pocket,
just large enough to slip in his quarter!
How his heart danced for joy! It was no
dream, after all! He really had the wonderful
pocket! He slipped the quarter in, and it
shone like burnished gold, and seemed to make
him warm all over. Then he saw why he
could not find his pocket in the morning. It
was because he was selfish. He was thinking
of himself, and not of doing good to any one else.
"Now," he thought, "I shall always have a
quarter at least; for the beautiful lady told
me, whatever I put in my pocket would
always remain there, however often I took it
out." But, strange to say, he forgot the other
wonderful quality of his pocket; namely, that
it would be invisible, and he could find it only
when he wanted his money for some unselfish
purpose. But he very soon discovered his
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He came to a toy-shop, and he thought he
would buy some toys. But, when he came to
look for his money, he could not find it:
pocket and quarter had both disappeared!
Now he felt worse than ever. He wished he
had put his quarter into his old pocket; then
he could have had it when he wanted it. But
now he did not know that he should ever see
it again. He did not think that his pocket
was much of a gift after all. What was money
good for, if you could not spend it when you
wanted it ? He determined that he would not
think any more about it.
As he was going home, quite disappointed
and sad that none of the bright anticipations
of the morning had been realized, he passed by
a grocery; and, as he saw a great many nice
things to eat there, he thought of his mother
and little sister, and wished he had his quarter
to buy them something to eat. Strange to say,
he never once thought of himself, but only of
his mother, who worked very hard, and his
little sister, who could not go to school because
her clothes were not good enough, and who
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had but very few nice things such as many
little girls have; and the tears started in his
eyes at the thought that he could not do any-
thing for them.
At that moment, he happened to look at his
coat, and saw it shining again! And, sure
enough, there was his quarter, as bright as
gold! He took it out; and, after he got it in
his hand, he saw there was still another in his
pocket! Then he was perfectly delighted.
He went into the grocery, and bought some
tea for his mother; and, when he had paid his
quarter for it, he thought she would want
some sugar; and, when he looked into his
pocket, there was a quarter ready for him!
So he bought some sugar. He kept thinking
of one thing after another that he knew his
mother needed very much, until he spent three
dollars. Whenever he took out a quarter,
there was always one remaining.
When he had bought all the things for his
mother that she needed at that time, he saw
some candy; and he thought, "Now I will
buy something for myself." But, when he
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looked for the quarter, it was nowhere to be
found. It had gone, pocket and all! He
looked around, expecting to see the sugar and
tea and other things disappear; but they did
not; and he took them up, and carried them
home. He was somewhat disappointed at not
getting the candy; but, when he thought how
much pleasure so many nice things would give
his mother, he felt quite happy.
His mother was very much surprised when
he handed her the things he had bought for
her, and she questioned him very closely as to
the manner in which he had obtained them.
He told her he would tell her all about it after
supper. So they had a nice cup of tea, and
some candles to give them light; and they
enjoyed the supper very much.
After the things were all cleared away from
the supper, Charles told his mother all about
his wonderful pocket, and how he had obtained
it. To prove that he told the truth, he was
going to show it to her; but of course he could
not find it. His mother seemed to understand
about it, however; and she was very glad to
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know that her son had been presented with
such a wonderful gift.
There was no happier family that night in
the whole city. Charles could hardly contain
himself for joy. Sometimes he would sit, and
look steadily into the fire for a whole minute,
as though he saw something very beautiful in
it. Then his face would be all covered with
smiles, and his eyes looked as bright as his
pocket when he put his money into it. Then
he would burst into a loud laugh, and jump
about the room, half mad with delight. He
would hug his pocket or his old coat; for he
could see no pocket in it then. He was think-
ing about the many beautiful things he would
buy with his money.
After a while, he went to bed. When he
pulled off his coat, he folded it up carefully,
and laid it on a chair. He never had so much
respect for it before. "What if somebody
should come and steal it ?" he thought. "But
if they should, it would do them no good; for
they could never find the pocket. There are
some good things about its being invisible.
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Besides, it would be no great loss to me; for
the pocket is to be on the inside of every coat
I get." So he let it lie upon the chair, and
got into bed.
When it was all dark in the room, he would
open his eyes to see if there was not something
bright about his coat! but he saw nothing.
Foolish boy!-he did not know that the
pocket was not in his coat; after all, but mere-
ly appeared there. He was quite startled, in
a little while after, by something which seem-
ed to show that his pocket was in his side or
breast: for while he was thinking of the old
apple-woman, and feeling glad that he had a
chance to help her, and rejoicing that he could
make his mother and sister happy, he felt
something warm about his heart, and a light
seemed to shine through the bed-clothes, and
almost to make the room light-but he did not
suppose it could be his pocket; and after a
while, he dropped to sleep.
When he awoke in the morning, the first
thing he did, he looked to see if his old precious
coat was where he put it. He found it was
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safe, and it did not appear as if there was any-
thing very wonderful about it. He could not
help examining it very sharply, when he put
it on, to see if he could not discover some signs
of his pocket. "It was very strange," he
thought, "that it could come and go so quick-
ly !" and he really wished it would remain
where he could see it all the time.
He had a pleasant breakfast, and was very
happy all the morning. He was thinking
how soon he would make an entire change in
the appearance of things. His mother should
not work so hard, and his sister should go to
school. Strange to say, he did not think
about going to school himself, though he could
hardly read, and could not write a word He
was trying to contrive how he could get some
more money into his pocket, that he might
take it out the faster! for it seemed to him
now rather small business to be taking out
quarters, though, a few days ago, he thought
that a quarter was quite a large sum of money.
He knew it would do no good to get money
just for the sake of putting it into his pocket;
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for then it would remain invisible. So he
wandered around all day to find some chance
to do good, that he might get his pocket filled;
but he did not succeed, and he began to think
it was going to be more difficult to get money
in this way than he at first supposed. If he
offered to work for nothing, that would not be
of any use to him; if he worked merely to get
money to put into his pocket, that would not
help him in the least; and he found it almost
impossible to work without thinking of his
.opocket. He went home at night very much
"- disappointed: he had not earned a cent all
day; and he did not see how he could ever
get anything more into his pocket, or out of it.
So he spent a whole week. He did not
even help his mother as much as before: for
he almost always earned something every day;
but now he did not get a cent. He could not
bear to work all day for a few dimes, when it
would be so easy to put his hand into his
pocket, and take out quarter after quarter.
Why couldn't the lady have given him a pocket
that would always keep in sight, and open, so
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that he could take out just as much money as
he pleased, and just as often ?
Foolish Charlie !-he did not know that the
qualities of his pocket which he did not like
were the most valuable of all, and absolutely ne-
cessary to prevent it from spoiling him: and
even now it came very near doing it by making
him an idle and useless boy; for instead of going
to work as he ought to have don a trying
to make himself useful, he wa4SU The time
trying to devise some way to get something 1
into or out of his pocket.
One day, he went to the grpery where
had bought so many things for his mother the
week before, and asked for some more tea and
sugar for her. He did this to see if his pocket
would not appear again. If it did, he thought,
he would take out as many quarters as he
could hold in his hand, and then slip them
back again; and, after that, he could take out
a whole handful at once. So he called for a
quarter of a dollar's worth of tea; and, when
it was weighed out for him, he expected to
find his pocket: but it did notappear; and he,
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was obliged to tell the grocer, when he asked
for his pay, that he thought he had some
money in his pocket, but he believed he must
have lost it. So he was obliged to go away
without his tea, or without finding his wonder-
ful but very troublesome pocket.
What do you think was the reason that his
"pocket did njt appear to him as it did before ?
Ifwas beese his first thought was about him-
self. Tw as really why he asked for the
rtkings, and not because he cared so much about
i-is mother. If he had cared more for her than
#r himself, he would have gone to work, and
Earned what he could; and would have been
. glad to help her a little, if he could not any
-. He'now began to give up all idea of ever
seeing his wonderful pocket again. All his
bright visions of unbounded wealth faded
away, and he wished he had never known
anything about it. His old coat was getting
to be all rags, and he must have another.
After a while, his mother found a place for him
in a store, where he could make himself useful,
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and earn a little something every week. He
commenced work with a heavy heart. How
could he work for a few dollars a week, when
he had expected to have all the money he
wanted by just putting his hand into his
But every day he became more interested
in his duties; and, in time, he seemed to forget
that he ever had such a thing as a wonderful
pocket. He was faithful in doing his work,
and every Saturday night he carried home his
week's earnings to his mother. She had
bought him a new coat; and though they
were very poor, yet they succeeded in making
a comfortable living. Charles' mother felt very
sad sometimes because she could not send her
children to school, and give them more comforts
and privileges: but she saw no way of doing
it; for, even with their assistance, she had to
work very hard; and sometimes, when she
was weary, she felt very much discouraged.
After he had been in the store some months,
Charles was sent by his employer to the river
to carry a small package to the steamboat.
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As he was going on board, he met a lady
coming from the boat with two little children.
The plank was so narrow, that the mother and
children could not walk side by side. She
tried to have the little girl, who was the eldest,
go before; but she was so afraid she did not
dare to do it. While she was trying to urge
her along, the other one, a little boy about two
years old, slipped from her hand, and fell into
Charles saw that the child would be drawn
under the boat, in a moment, and be drowned.
Without stopping to think of the consequences
to himself, he plunged into the river after him,
though he was a very poor swimmer. He
seized the child, but soon found that he could
do no more than keep himself and the child
from sinking. The current was strong, and
was fast sweeping them under the boat.
The mother screamed, Oh! my boy, my
boy !-save him, save him !" Everybody shout-
ed to everybody else to do the same thing;
but no one did anything but shout, as is often
the case at such times. Charles struggled to
36 THE WONDERFUL POCKET.
keep himself and the child from going under
the boat; but his strength was not great enough
to swim with such a load against the current.
Just as he was disappearing, and every one
thought they were both lost, Charles struck his
hand against something which proved to be a
rope floating in the water, and fastened to
another boat which lay alongside. He grasped
it with one hand, and clung to it with all his
might, while he held the little boy in the other,
and called aloud for help. A boat was soon
dropped down to him; and he was taken out
of the water, still holding to the little boy.
They were both almost drowned. Charles
was so much exhausted that he could not stand
for some time. The people on the boat gave
him something to refresh him; and, in a short
time, he was as well as ever.
Every one admired his courage and self-
forgetfulness and presence of mind in saving
the little child, and thought he ought to be re-
warded for it. One gentleman proposed a
subscription. This seemed to please them all;
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and they soon made up a handsome purse of
money, and presented it to him.
The mother of the child could not thank
him enough. She wished she was rich, that
she might give him a suitable reward; but she
was not. She gave him a gold eagle. He told
her he did not wish to take it; but she beg-
ged him to do so, as a keepsake from her. So
he took it, more for her sake than for his own.
He immediately began to feel very warm
about his heart, and his face shone as if a light
was reflected from it. He thought he would
put the gold piece by itself, that he might keep
it as she desired to have him. So he unbut-
toned his coat to put it in a little side-pocket;
when he saw, that, although his coat was
dripping with water, there was a little place
in the breast, that shone as bright as a star!
There was his wonderful pocket, which he
had forgotten all about; and in it he saw the
old quarter, which had caused him so much
happiness and sorrow, as bright as ever! He
slipped in his gold eagle as a companion to it.
knowing it would be safe there. It made him
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very happy to know that he was still in the
possession of such a wonderful gift; but this
did not make him so happy as it did to see the
little boy he had saved, and the perfect joy of
the mother at receiving him again from a
The praises he received for his courage and
his presence of mind did not make him so
happy as the thought that he had done an un-
selfish act. He did not care so much about his
pocket as he had done before, though he knew
there was much more in it. He knew, too,
that he could not get anything out of it unless
it was for something useful, and he was afraid
he might be disappointed as he had so often
When he went home at night he told his
mother all about his adventure. He gave her
the purse, which was found to contain a hun-
dred dollars; and he seemed to think much
more of it than he did of his pocket and its
contents. Now, he thought, his sister could
go to school, and his mother would not have
to work so hard; for a time at least.
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He went back to his work the next day as
usual. After some months he began to think
more than ever before, that he would like to
go to school. He saw that he could never
know much unless he studied; and he could
never become a merchant, and carry on busi-
ness for himself, unless he knew how to read and
write, and make calculations in figures; and
consequently he could not be so useful to his
mother and to others.
But how could he go to school ? His mother
needed his wages: indeed she could not live
without them. Strange to say, he did not
think of his pocket; and he came to the con-
clusion that he should be compelled to work
a while longer before he could be spared to go
He kept thinking about it as he was going
home from the store; and he was quite happy,
though he did not see any way of doing just
what he wanted to do. He felt so warm and
comfortable, though it was quite cold, that he
unbuttoned his coat, and threw it back to cool
himself. To his great surprise, his pocket ap-
40 THE WONDERFUL POCKET.
peared again! Yes, sure enough, there it was,
bright as the fire, with his eagle and quarter
shining through it I
"Now," he thought, "I will take out enough
to support us while I go to school, and learn
to read and write, and get some education, that
I may be more useful to mother, and every one
else." So he kept taking out eagle after eagle,
until he had quite a handful.
He gave it all to his mother, and told her,
with many joyful exclamations, and praises of
his pocket, and thanks to the good angel who
"had given it to him, how he obtained so much
money, and what he intended to do with it.
He was now able to go to school; and the
next week he commenced. It was very hard
work for him at first to study: but it came
easier by degrees; and, what is strange,
it seemed as though his pocket sometimes help-
ed him very much. When he studied to get
his lessons, merely because his teacher told him
to, or for the sake of excelling others, or any
other selfish reason, he found it very difficult
to understand or to remember them: but, when
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he studied because he wanted to learn some-
thing for the sake of being useful, it was easy,
and every thought seemed to go into his pocket;
and, when he wanted it, it would come out of
itself, or lie there so bright and distinct, that
he had no difficulty in finding it.
It would take too long to tell all that he did
-how often he was disappointed when he
wanted money the most; how strangely he for-
got, sometimes for a great while, that he had
such a pocket; and how often it appeared to
him when he least expected it. He soon learn-
ed that he could never find it, or get anything
from it, merely to gratify himself. Of course,
all his golden and foolish dreams about having
countless sums of money merely for display
vanished; but whenever he thought of others
first, and himself last, his pocket always came
to his aid. So he always had as much money
as he could make a good use of. If it had not
become invisible when he wished to make a
foolish use of his money, he would have been
ruined. He never would have gone to school,
or tried to make himself useful in any way:
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but he would have fallen into idle and vicious
habits; have been miserable himself, and the
cause of great unhappiness to others.
Now you may think that this story has no
foundation in truth. But, if you do, you will
be mistaken. In reality, we all have such
pockets, in our minds, if we have not in our
coats. And if we cannot put material gold
and silver into them, we can put something
that is much more valuable. We can put love
and truth into them; and all that we put in
will remain there. The more we love others,
the more love there is in our hearts; and the
more we give our knowledge and truth to others,
the more fully we retain it. If we give a
truth to others a thousand times a day, we still
Real love to others can only be put into our
hearts while we are loving them, and trying
to do them good. When we think of ourselves
and work for ourselves, this real love never ap-
pears. But when we love to do to others as we
would have them do to us, the truths in our
minds shine in a clear light, and the Lord and
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the angels give us far more than we can give
to others. In this way our minds are continu-
ally enlarging, and we are growing richer all
the time. While those who love themselves
more than others are really growing poorer,
though they may have the greatest abundance
of gold and silver. There is nothing in their
pockets that they can carry into another life.
The Lord has given to us such a pocket.
Every time we love others, we put into it the
gold and silver which the Lord counsels us to
get from Him. We put good affections and
true thoughts, into our minds, and they make
us rich indeed. They will be "treasures laid
up in heaven," which no power can destroy.
Especially will all we learn from the Bible
remain in our'memories, if we love it, and try
to live according to it; and even in this world
it will be more valuable to us, than it would
be if every letter was a gold dollar. And
when we go into the spiritual world, it will
shine and glow and fill our whole life with
warmth and light, and multiply in many beau-
tiful forms for ever.
THE ANGELS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.
NE evening, not a thousand years ago,
Just before Christmas, some children
were gaily chatting with each other and
with their father and mother about
Christmas, and the presents they hoped old
Santa Claus would bring them. Some of
them were very modest in their wishes, and
others very extravagant.
"What do you expect Santa Claus will bring
you ?" said one of the brothers to little Charlie.
" He is going to bring me a pair of boots full
of candy," he answered.
"But you cannot put them on if they are
full of candy ?"
"I can eat the candy up, and then I can
put them on."
"Eat up two bootfuls of candy ? It would
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make you sick; and then you would have to
go to bed, and could not wear your boots."
"I don't mean," said Charlie, "to eat it all
myself. I will give papa some, and mamma
some, and all of you some; and then I shall
eat some myself; and then I shall put on my
boots, and be a captain."
"Is that all you are going to give us ?"
asked his little sister.
"No," he replied. "I will give you a doll,
and portfolio, and a beautiful picture-book."
"And what will you give me ?" asked one
of the brothers.
"A thousand millions of dollars."
"And me ?" cried another.
"A horse and carriage, two horses and two
carriages, and some skates, and a new coat."
"And me ? and me ? and me ?" was shouted
"I will give you, mamma, a new dress, and
a gold watch all covered with diamonds; and
you, papa, a new, beautiful bookcase and
writing-desk, and books enough to keep you
reading a whole year."
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"But where will you get all these things ?"
",Oh! I will tell Santa Claus, and he will
And so they rattled on in their wild, fanciful
way, asking for the most extravagant things,
and telling how wonderfully liberal they would
be if they only had the means. The children
finally went to bed to dream of Santa Claus
and Christmas presents, and their father to his
study to write something for the Christmas
He thought, supposing these children could
give and receive all the presents they so vainly
imagine they would if they only had the
means; suppose Santa Claus or some angel
would bring them everything that is good and
beautiful they can ask or wish: what a won-
derful thing it would be But would it make
them good and happy ? Would they receive
the gifts the angels saw would be the best and
most beautiful ?
While thinking of these things, he took the
Bible, and read the account of the Saviour's
birth, in the second chapter of Luke, as it is
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recorded in these words: "And there were in
the same country shepherds abiding in the field,
keeping watch over their flock by night. And,
lo the angel of the Lord came upon them, and
the glory of the Lord shone round about them;
and they were sore afraid. And the angel said
unto them, Fear not; for, behold, I bring you
good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all
people." When he had finished reading, he
seemed in a moment to see the shepherds and
their flocks, and the angel who brought "the
good tidings of great joy;" and, while he was
wondering and almost overwhelmed at the
sight, the scene gradually changed. The sheep
and lambs of the flock became children, and the
shepherds, who were watching over them,
teachers; and they all seemed to be assembled
in the church at their Christmas festival. It
was so dark, that he could not see the children
very distinctly; and he could only hear the
voice of the angel, growing fainter and fainter
as he seemed to be returning to heaven. He
opened the Bible to read the account of the
very scene which was passing before him; when
48 THE ANGELS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.
suddenly the room was filled with a soft, beau-
tiful, and brilliant light, and many sweet voices
were heard-faintly at first, as if at a great dis-
tance. But they continued to grow more dis-
tinct, as if approaching. The children and
teachers could hear them ; and they all stood
listening so intently, that they almost held
their breath. He had never heard such sweet
voices before. They seemed to be music itself;
and, as they drew nearer, they suddenly burst
into song. The whole air was filled with
They stood entranced, and waiting with the
most eager expectation to see what would hap-
pen next. And they did not wait long; for
the sounds of their voices had hardly died away,
before the room seemed filled with angels.
There were twice as many angels as teachers
and scholars. He had never seen nor even
dreamed of such beautiful beings before. No
words can express the flaming light that flow-
ed from their eyes, and glowed in their faces,
and even in their garments. The colours of
their' garments were brighter and more delicate
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than were ever seen in flowers or the feathers
of birds, or than ever existed in this world in
anything; and the angels themselves seemed
so gentle and graceful, and to look with the
most inexpressible kindness and love upon all
the children !
There we were, children and teachers and
minister, though many of them seemed to for-
get all about the music, and to be unconscious
of the presence of so many heavenly beings;
and I was wondering what so many angels had
come for. Was it to see how the children get
their lessons, or what they learn? or did they
come because it was Christmas, and they want-
ed to attend the festival with the children ?
But I soon found out why they were there:
for the room began to grow larger, the walls
receded on every side, and the ceiling rose to a
great height; and the children with their teach-
ers were arranged on circular seats all round
the room, leaving a large open space in the mid-
dle. Soon there sprang up out of the floor, in
the centre of the room, a little stem of cedar.
This little stem grew very rapidly, and threw
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out branches on all sides, until the whole centre
of the room was filled to the ceiling with a large
and beautiful cedar.
"Ah!" I thought, "now I know what is
going to be done. This is a Christmas-tree, and
a most grand and beautiful one it is too. But
where can we get any presents to hang on so
large a tree ?"
"We will find the presents," said one of the
angels, who seemed to know my thoughts; and
in an instant they all gathered round the tree.
Some of them seemed to be in it, and some on
top of it; and quicker than I can tell it the
whole tree was loaded with the most beautiful
Around the body of the tree was a great pile
of books, so that the tree seemed to grow up
out of them. Some were large, and some small.
They were all bound in the most splendid man-
ner. Some were even studded with diamonds
and pearls, and were held together with clasps
The branches were so loaded with diamonds
and pearls, and all kinds of precious stones, that
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the limbs bent down under their weight. The
precious stones seemed to grow from the limbs
as fruit grows from trees. Great purses full of
gold were hanging from some of the limbs, and
others full of silver from other limbs; and you
could see the bright pieces shining through the
interstices. Interspersed with these was the
greatest variety of the most beautiful jewellery
-bracelets and pins and chains, and necklaces
of pearls, and diamonds. Some of the pins
were made of precious stones of various colours,
so arranged that they were in the perfect form
of flowers, with all their tints and delicate
shades of colour: others were in the form of
miniature birds with all their colours, and every
feather so perfect that they seemed to be alive;
and you expected every moment to hear them
sing, or to see them spread their wings and fly
away. Some were of gold, with mottoes from
the Word, made with letters of diamonds and
other precious stones. Others, again, were in
the form of fruits. There were tiny branches
of cherries, and purple clusters of grapes, and
golden apples and pears, with leaves of shining
52 THE ANGELS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.
silver. Some of them were so small, that they
made beautiful sets for pins and rings; and yet
the small ones were as perfect as the large ones.
I had never seen or conceived anything so per-
fect and beautiful.
Besides these, there were a great many toys
of every kind. It would take a large book to
describe half the things I saw. There were the
tiniest animals and birds, but so perfect that
they seemed alive. On one limb were a beau-
tiful pair of horses no larger than grasshoppers,
and a most splendid carriage. The horses
threw up their heads, and stamped their feet,
as though eager to go; and the little driver,
about as large as a fly, held them in with all
his might. There were all kinds of cakes and
candies, and every delicious thing the children
like to eat. Indeed, the tree was loaded with
presents, so that it looked like a pyramid of
the most beautiful and brilliant things I had
ever dreamed of. It made me very happy to
think what beautiful presents the children
were about to receive. I could hardly believe
that the angels were going to give them to the
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children for their own. So I asked one of the
angels, who seemed to have the direction of the
Are you going to give these beautiful things
to the children ?"
"Yes," he replied; "if they will receive
I told him I did not think there would be
any difficulty about that.
"I hope not," he replied; "but I am afraid
there will. It is not often that we can find
children willing to receive the most beautiful
and valuable things we have."
I think you have found them now," I said.
"Well, let us see," he said. "You do not
think any of the boys will refuse one of these
purses of gold; do you ?"
"No, indeed," I replied.
"Now, look," he said; and, taking one of the
purses, he carried it to one of the classes of
boys, and held it up before them, and said:
"Whoever wants this may have it." I expect-
ed to see them all jump up and stretch out
their hands and to hear the cry, "Me, me, me 1
54 THE ANGELS CHRISTMAS-TREE.
give it to me !" But what was my surprise to
find that some of them took no notice of it!
Others looked at it for a moment with indiffer-
ence, and turned away to something else. Only
one boy offered to take it; and he took it with
as much indifference as if it was of no value,
and put it into his pocket, more because he
seemed to think he must, than because he cared
anything about it.
I was surprised beyond measure, and wanted
to call to the boys, and beg each one of them to
take a purse; but the angel told me it would
do no good. "They cannot see it," he said.
"Cannot see it," I replied, "when it is so
plain, and the pieces shine as if they were
transparent, or there was an inward light flow-
ing from them ?"
No," said the angel; "this is heavenly gold,
and only those can see it who know something
about it; and only those can keep it, and see
how beautiful it is who have some love for it.
If it had been earthly gold, they would have
seen it and seized it quick enough."
"But what is heavenly gold good for ?" I
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asked him. "Can you get anything for it ?"
"Yes," he replied; it is the most precious
thing the Lord has made, and you can get the
best things in heaven and upon the earth with
it. It is one of the forms which the Lord's love
assumes in coming to his children. It is one of
his best gifts. The silver pieces you see in the
other purses are forms of his truth."
"But, if the children should each one take a
purse of gold or silver, they would soon spend
it, and then they would be as poor as ever," I
"No, indeed," he replied." If it was earthly
gold and silver, it would be so. But there is
this remarkable quality in heavenly gold: the
more you spend, the more you have; and so it
will continue for ever. If we could get one of
these little boys or girls to take a purse, and
keep it, the purse would grow larger the more
they spent, and the gold would continually in-
crease in it for ever."
When he told me this, I cried out to the
children: "Do take a purse of gold and silver
each one of you !" But either they did not
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hear me, or they did not care for it; and this
made me very sad indeed.
I now looked around and observed the
children more particularly. I found that either
they did not see the splendid Christmas-tree,
loaded with such beautiful presents, or else they
did not care much about it. Some were read-
ing their books, others were talking and laugh-
ing with each other, and did not seem to know
that there were any angels in the room, or any-
thing more than the common Christmas-tree.
How is this ?" I asked. "Cannot the chil-
dren see you, and see this wonderful tree load-
ed with such beautiful things ?"
"No," he said; "they do not see it as you
see it. It is with the whole tree, and every-
thing on it, as it was with the purses of gold
and silver: only those can see the tree, and the
things on it, who know something about
heavenly things; and they do not appear alike
beautiful to all. They appear the most beau-
tiful to those who love them the most. Some
can see one thing, and some another; but no
one can see all.
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"Now," he said, "I will put on a fur coat
and a mask, and change myself into Santa
Claus, and offer them some cakes and candies
and tin whistles, and see how eager they will
all become to get them."
In an instant there was a little cedar-tree in
the room, and Santa Claus with his shaggy
coat; and the children all cried out, and were
eager enough to get a piece of candy or the
most useless little toy. They could all see him
now, and the useless things which could give
them only a moment's gratification. This made
me very sad; and I begged the angel to try
again, and see if there were not some of the
scholars who could see and retain some of the
beautiful things that still remained on the tree.
So he threw off the rough fur coat and mask,
and was changed back again into the beautiful
angel. The children seemed to think that
Santa Claus had disappeared and the presents
had been distributed. Still some of the boys
and girls looked towards the tree, and seemed
to see something that interested them. I ask-
ed the angel if I might give anything I could
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find on the tree to the children, and he said I
might. So I took a whole handful of diamonds
and rubies and other precious stones, and offer-
ed them to the boys and girls. Some of them
could not see that I had anything in my hand,
and they thought I was trying to fool them.
To others they appeared like coarse pebbles
picked up in the street. Some thought they
were very beautiful stones; but they had no
idea they were so precious. But they took
them, and thanked me for them, and said they
would always keep them.
The angel said, if they were very careful to
keep them, they would grow brighter every
day, and at some time they would understand
what they really are.
"Well," I thought, "I am very glad to hear
that; and now I will try some other things."
So I filled my hands with the beautiful pins
and bracelets and necklaces, and went round
among the girls, and told them they could take
their choice; but the result was just the same
as with the boys. Some could not see that I
had anything, and looked up in my face and
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laughed. Those who selected something, often
took the poorest and homeliest; the most bril-
liant and beautiful no one would take.
I noticed also, while I was handing the
presents around, the angels were always pre-
sent to the children, sometimes visible, and
sometimes not. They were trying to influence
the children to receive the presents from the
Christmas-tree. Some were trying to open
their eyes to see them; others to awaken some
love for them, that they might have a place to
keep them in their hearts. They used all
their influence and all their heavenly arts to
make the children see and accept them. I
noticed, also, that they had much more beauti-
ful presents in their hands than I had in mine;
and, whenever a scholar received a present
from me, an angel would give a much more
valuable one at the same time, though the
scholar did not know it.
"*'How is this ?" I thought.
And one of them answered, "The Lord's
gifts are all double. They are like fruit, which
has a shell and seed: there is an outside and
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an inside; and when any one accepts a gift
from the Lord in your world, however beautiful
it may seem, it is only the shell, the outside of
it. We give the inside, which is far more
beautiful and precious."
Then I thought, "I wonder if they always
do this." And they seemed to know my
thoughts; for one of them answered, "Yes:
it is one of the most delightful things we have
to do, to distribute the Lord's gifts; and this
is why we are here to-day. And we should
be so happy if we could help the children to
take everything there is on the tree, and
to receive everything from us that corresponds
to them!" But neither the angels nor the
teachers, some of whom took the presents, and
tried to get the scholars in their class to accept
them, nor I, could induce them to take many.
It was the same with the books and with
everything on the tree. "What a pity," I
thought, that they cannot all see these things
as they are, and have not some place where
they can put them and keep them safe !" But
then I knew they were children vet, and many
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of them had received some precious gems, and
pieces of gold and silver, which they would
some time see the value of, and prize more
"highly than any earthly treasure; and perhaps
all had received something that would be
The angel seemed to understand my
thoughts, and said: "Oh! yes, it takes a long
time to open the eyes of children to what is
really good and true; and it can only be done
very gradually. To help to do this is the pur-
pose of the Sabbath-school. Perhaps, another
year, some of those who can see none of the
beautiful things upon the tree to-day may see
many of them; and those who can only see
them to-day may so value them then, that
they will receive them, and have a place to
This comforted me very much; and I
thought it a great encouragement to me and
to all the teachers, to prepare the children for
the reception of these beautiful and precious
gifts. Then I thought I would like to know
something about the tree, and the splendid
62 THE ANGELS' CHRBISTMAS-TREE.
things on it, that I might know better how to
prepare the children to obtain them. So
I asked the angel what the tree was, and
where it came from.
"It is a little branch from the Tree of Life,"
he replied, "that was in the midst of the
garden of Eden. It is described in the Reve-
lation, and is the same in another form as the
"And what are all the beautiful and precious
things I see on the tree ?" I asked.
"They are the truths the teachers have been
trying to teach the children during the past
year," he answered; "and they are given by
the Lord freely to every one who will take
"Oh! then they are not real diamonds and
jewels, not real gold and silver, but only an ap-
pearance of them ?" I said.
The angel looked at me sadly and reproach-
fully, and said: "How can you think so? you
ought to know better than that. Not real!
Do you think our Heavenly Father gives us
vain things ? They are the most real things in
TIIH ANGELS CHIPSTMAS-TRE3. 63
the world. How long will the ornaments and
the earthly treasures last you prize so much ?
In a few years they will all be gone, and those
who possessed them will be gone; but these
will grow brighter and more beautiful for ever.
If in one year, or in ten years, a teacher can
get a little boy or girl to take one thing from
this tree, it will be more useful to them, and
make them really richer, than it would to give
them a purse of earthly gold, or the most beau-
tiful necklace of earthly diamonds, every
"I see now," I replied, "that they are real
things. But, if all the children would take
some of them every week, they would soon be
all gone, and then there would be nothing more
to give them, and they would be disappointed
"Ah!" replied the angel, "you do not seem
to know much about heavenly things yet.
Now, look: we will take all the things from
the tree, and see what will happen." At a sig-
nal, all the angels gathered around the tree;
and in a moment it was perfectly bare, like a
G6 THE ANGELS CHRISTMAS-TREE.
tree in winter stripped of all its leaves and
fruit. I was just beginning to think that what
I had believed was true, when the tree began
to grow larger, and to be alive in every branch
and twig. At first, it seemed to be covered all
over with little buds: these buds began to
swell, and soon the most beautiful flowers burst
forth. With the blossoms, fruit began to ap-
pear; and, quicker than I can tell it, the whole
tree was loaded with far richer and more beau-
tiful things than before. The purses of gold
and silver were larger, and contained more
pieces; larger and more brilliant diamonds and
pearls hung down in clusters from the limbs.
When I first saw the tree, I thought nothing
could be more splendid and beautiful; but its
present appearance far surpassed the former.
"This is indeed wonderful," I said.
"And it is always so," the angel replied.
"The more you take from it, the more there is
on it; and the new things that take the place
of the old grow more and more beautiful. And
so," he continued, "it is with all our Heavenly
Father's gifts: He always gives us all we will
THE ANGELS CHRISTMAS-TREE. P 5
receive, and the most precious things He can
persuade us to receive, ad his gifts are never
exhausted. The more we can receive, the more
He can give us; aad so it will continue to be
for ever. All that you have seen to-day is al-
most n:otlhing compared with what I can see;
and all that I can see is as nothing compared
with what really exists. Do not think so
poorly of our Heavenly Father."
I felt the reproof, and resolved not to doubt
His goodness, or fix any limits to it, again.
And now it was time to go home. The chil-
dren had received all the presents the teachers
had to give them, and all they could be per-
suaded or had the power to take from the
angels. The angel saidl he expected to meet us
all again at the next Christmas, and he hoped
we should be able to see and receive many more
beautiful and precious things than we could
now. He begged me to remember, and tell the
teachers and the scholars, that just so far as
they learned Divine truths from the Word, and
obeyed them, they would be able to see and re-
ceive richer and more precious things from the
66 THE ANGELS CHRISTMAS-TREE.
Lord. The angels then gathered around me
and told me how much interested they were
in every one of the children and teachers, and
promising to do all they could to assist us, they
vanished out of sight. The children sang their
farewell song, and went home happy. So end-
ed the Christmas festival and so ends my story.
V FATHER! said little John Clive, "what
is the meaning of this long, hard word?
What word ?" asked his father.
"I cannot pronounce it. It is too long
and hard for me," said John.
"Bring it to me," said his father.
So John brought the book to his father.
"That is metempsychosis."
Me-temp-sy-cho-sis," said John, pronounc-
ing it very slowly. "What a long, hard
word! It must have a big meaning, I am
sure. But I don't see what they make such
long, hard words for."
"They make them to express ideas," said
Well," replied John, ." metempsychosis
must express a bigger idea than I ever had"
"Very probable," said his father; "but it
contains a very interesting one, nevertheless;
and, when I have explained it to you, I will
tell you a very strange 'dream I had about it
"A dream, a dream!" dried Susie, who had
not seemed to pay much attention before. "I
do so like to heai ab ott dreams !"
SThe children Were all attentiotC io* to hear
the meaning of the word, and especially the
"The hard word, "n-teinprychc;is," aid
their father, is ma de up of tW6 Words: dne of
which means 'sol;' anid the other, 'through
or beyond;' and, together, the whole \woid
means the change, or passage, of the soul from
'one form to another.
There was once a class of mien, who 'be-
lieved that the Bouls of ten, Wheh they died,
passed into the forms of 'aiitias, to punish
them 'for being bad-: so that, after death, bone
person became a cat; and another, a dog;
another, 'a tdad dr a mouse; 'another, a t irei or
li6n or bird. And, when the animal 'died, the
soul was phaged into another animal; and so
on, fpr ages, until it was purified from its sin,
when it became a human being again. And
this change from one form to another they
"Oh, what a funny idea I" said John. Ah,
Susie I guess you was a cat once, and haven't
lost all your claws yet; for didn't you scratch
me yesterday ?"
"Yes; but I didn't mean to, as you well
know. But, if I was a cat, wasn't you a big,
saucy dog, that kept barking at me and worry-
ing me ?"
"And Willie was a fox!" they both cried
together. "See how sly he looks new! Aha!
Mr. Reynard; none of your tricks. And
James is a bear: see how rude and savage he
And so the children were running on, when
their father stopped them by saying: "Take
care, and not call each other names, or I shall
not tell you the dream."
Oh! the dream, the dream !" they all cried;
"please, father, tell us the dream !" and they
were all sober and silent in a moment. So
their father began, and related the following
"I thought I was in the Sunday-school,
with the room full of children before me. I
had just risen to say something to them, and
was waiting for them to get still and give me
their attention. I felt sad to see how idle, in-
attentive, and even mischievous, some of them
were; and happy, too, to see so many bright
and pleasant faces; and I was wondering what
their real characters were. I was going to try
to explain to them, as well as I could, how all
animals and plants are the exact forms of our
own thoughts and affections; and I was wish-
ing I could show it to them to the life; when
a sudden and strange change seemed to come
over the school.
"At first, a curtain was let down, so that I
could not see a single child. Bat soon it
began to rise; and we were no longer in a
room, but out in the open fields. And I saw
that the children were all beginning to change
into something else. There was one little boy,
whom I had often noticed, who seemed to take
delight in teasing and annoying those who
were next to him. He would crowd them, or
pinch them, or stick them with a pin, or tickle
them with a straw, or do something else to
trouble them. Now roots seemed to be grow-
ing out of his feet, and running into the
ground. His body dwindled to a little shrub
not larger than his arm, and out of it grew a
great many little branches. His hair changed
into leaves; and out of all the branches shot
out little sharp thorns-so sharp, that no one
could touch him without being pricked by
them. And, what was wonderful, he seemed
to know that he was a thorn-bush, and to
think his thorns the handsomest things about
him; and, when any one came near him, he
would swing his branches to and fro, and he
was greatly delighted when he could hit any
animal or person, and make him jump with
pain. Poor boy!' I thought; 'so you was
nothing but a thorn, after all.' Some others,
very much like him, changed into thistles and
nettles, and seemed as delighted as he did
when theyecould prick and sting any one.
"Then I turned to another part of the field
to see what had become of the little girls; for
I thought I should find something beautiful
and good among them. The first one. I saw
was a little girl who was almost always fretful
and cross, and spoke very peevishly to her
companions. She began to grow very small
around the waist; and her dress grew tight
and was soon covered with bright spots. Her
arms changed into wings, and she began to fly
about in the faces of the little girls, who ran
and screamed, 'A wasp, a wasp!' And, sure
enough, she had become a wasp; because her
disposition was more like that of a wasp than
anything else. She, too, seemed delighted at
the fright she created; and, when she could
sting any of the little girls, she fairly clapped
her wings for joy. She was very proud, too,
of her small waist and shiny wings; and she
thought the colours of her dress the most
beautiful in the world. 'Poor, silly little
girl!' I thought; 'you like to be nothing but
a wasp, which everybody fears and htes.'
"Not far from her was a little sweet-tem-
pered, modest, blue-eyed girl, who seemed to
sink into the ground, out of sight. But soon I
saw several green leaves spring up from the
place where she had disappeared; and there
soon followed, on slender stalks, some delicate
and beautiful violets. As soon as the girls saw
them, they clapped their hands, and cried,
'Oh, see those beautiful violets !-how sweet
they are !' At this the violets held down their
heads, but seemed to shine, as from a light
within, and to send forth a fragrance which
filled the air, as though it made them happy
to think that they had made others happy.
My attention was now arrested by a great
uproar among the boys; and, when I turned
to learn the cause of it, I saw one of the boys
down on his hands and feet, which had begun
to change to hoofs. 'Oh, dear!' I thought;
'what will happen now?' I hoped he would
soon jump up, and have hands and feet again,
as before; but, instead of that, I soon found
bristles were growing out of his back, and
coarse, dirty hair all over his sides. His nose
grew long and round; and his ears hung, loose
and flapping, down by the side of his cheeks,
and he made a strange sound. Could it be
possible ? I listened: yes, it was a grunt! The
little boy had become a pig. Then I remem-
bered it was the same boy who ate so much
"cake and candy at the Christmas festival, and
stuffed his pockets full, and even then was not
satisfied. Yes, he had always been a pig; and
now he was only changedinto a corresponding
form. He soon ran off to a gutter full of filthy
water, and lay down in it; and seemed to be
delighted, and to think it very nice and sweet.
Pretty soon, I saw several others running to
to the gutter, and lying down with the first;
and I am very sorry to say, that some of them
seemed to come from the company of little
"In one of the classes was a quick, smart,
active, but sly boy, who generally had his
lessons, but was cunning, and ready to make
fun of his companions, or play tricks upon
them, or cheat them in any way he could. I
was curious to know what he would become.
Almost in an instant, the boy was gone, and
I saw a fox frisking about: peeping here and
there, and looking with wishful eyes at some
chickens not far off, which he longed to pick
and eat, but dared not until night. I saw
some resemblance in his face to the little cun-
ning boy's; and then I knew where the fox
came from. But as soon as he saw I was
looking at him, he dodged out of sight, and I
saw him no more.
"In another part of the field, I found quite
a different change going on. There was one
great, strong, rough boy, who delighted in his
strength. He was not afraid of wind or cold
or rain. 'Nothing,' I thought, 'can change
him.' But I soon found that each of his toes
was becoming a huge root, and running down
deep into the ground. His body was growing
still larger, and his clothes soon changed into
a rough bark. He grew very tall, and a thou-
sand limbs shot out from him in every direc-
tion; and, instead of a head, he had a broad
and beautiful crown of leaves. His branches.
1ke grand arms, swung and tossed about, and
seemed delighted to play with the wind and
wrestle with the storm; and many birds came
and sang in his branches, and built their nests.
He had become an oak, because that corres-
ponded to his rude strength.
"'Now,' thought, 'I shall lose all my chil-
dren. They will all change into something;
for if this great, strong fellow could not help
being changed into an oak, surely no one else
can retain the human form.' And, sure enough,
now they all began to change more rapidly.
One boy became a beautiful horse, and ran
snorting and prancing around the field. Horns
came out of the head of another, and he soon
became an ox. Another boy's head grew large,
and his ears long; and every one could see that
he was a mule. Another one's neck grew long,
and his head small; his nose changed into a
bill, and his arms into wings, and his clothes
into feathers; his legs became short and red,
and his feet thin and webbed; and it could not
be denied that he was a goose.
"In one part of the field I heard a terrible
snarling and yelping; and, when I looked, I
saw two dogs fiercely fighting -ith each othei;
and I perceived that, a little whiie before, they
Were tWo boys, Who were always quarrelling.
Hearing a screa6m in the air, I looked up; and
there wa ain dgle just flying 6irt of the top of
the oak, and soaring away, on swift and strong
Wings, toward the sun. He had hben or'e 6f
the most int'llieiint, boys in the school. He
had a sharp eye, and seemed t6 look right'
through everything at odnhd; bit -hie was rot
always kind and godd.
"There was one scholar that I had always
knowir to be truthful and good. He was What
is called in thee Bil,' ipripl. l.e would inot
do anything in a sly and mischievous Trin-ane
He was never guilty of anything loW atid
irean. I l:r.:Oked 'to that part of the field here
I sapposi:.ll '[ shodid find hfim, but he Was not
there. In his police, -however, th6ee shot 'up a
tafl, straight, and 'b.;antieful paln-tree, with 'if
haid 'fr above -all thlie oiher trees; c'rowdned
With 'a'g&ede tfbirtof dlaVs, within nwhidh tef%
irgbe ciuistd of flofwerS and fruift. 'Trul,'
I thought, 'no one can mistake that tree for
anything else than what it is.'
"In the same class with the boy who had
changed into the oak, and next to him, stood
a slender, graceful, bright, and happy little
fellow. His eyes were always sparkling with
joy. He always had his lessons, and was
pleasant and playful. He had not much
strength; and, what seemed strange, he al-
ways liked to be with the big, rough, strong
boy. The last time I saw him, he was stand-
ing by the trunk of the oak, apparently sur-
prised at the change in his companion; but
his eyes were still twinkling with good hu-
mour, as though he intended soon to perform
some feat that would surprise every one, and
fill .them with delight.
"In a moment he became very slender; his
legs shot into the ground; his body began to
stretch out like a thread; and his head went
up, and round and round the oak, until he had
reached the topmost bough. And, all the way
up, out of his arms and body sprang branches;
and out of them, still smaller branches; and out
of these, leaves and little tendrils, which twined
around the twigs and limbs of the oak, and
pulled themselves up, until the whole oak was
covered. Then little stems shot out from the
twigs; and soon the whole oak seemed to be
loaded with large, beautiful, purple clusters of
fruit. 'What fruit was it ?' 'Grapes, grapes!'
cried the children. Yes, the little boy had be-
come a vine; and his strong friend bore him
up from the ground into the air and sunshine,
giving him his strength, and receiving in turn
the beautiful ornament of his leaves and pur-
ple clusters of fruit.
"In the meantime, many of the little girls
had changed into the same kinds of animals
and trees as the boys, and had gone off with
"There was one little girl, who was, indeed,
quite pretty, but who evidently thought much
of her dress. If she had on any garment she
thought handsome, she would look at it, and
feel of it, and look at others, as if she expected
them to admire it, and think much more of
her for having it. She changed into a tulip;
a very pretty and showy flower, but short-
lived, and not very useful.
"" In the same class with her Was one of the
.sw:.etest and most innocent little girls I ever
saw. 'Surely,' I thought, "she wii b..c.:.nre ia
lilly.' And so she did. ier drdes changed
into The long, sword-shaped leaves; her lips
seemed to part, like tlie petals of a flower; and
soon her wh.le head bene -a beautiful, f-a-
'grant, white lily, which every 'one loved. An-
other member of the samp class, very rtn lh
like her, changed into a lamb, and skipped and
gambolled about in many innocent 'ways.
W'hil: I was watching and admiring the lamb,
I heard a number of voices cryin-g ttt, 'Oh,
how lovely oh, how swet !' When I turned
to learn the cause, I saw a large r,:,e-buhh,
literally covered .with the most fragrant and
beautiful roses. The ri..ment. I saw it, I knew
Whoit was. There waS 6Otie schiiar *;ho al-
watys took the greatest. adeligt i'n karnirig h1:w
to do' things: she did not seem t"o care fdi-'tiy-
thing else. She was vfiry beautiful kand g66d;
but she Would ,Oiiw tirms say siha'p thin--, :'t
those who were rude and troublesome to her.
It was this trait in her character which turned
into thorns; but they did not trouble any one
who did not meddle with her, and left her to
do the good and beautiful things that were her
"One of the companions of this girl, of a
similar disposition, became an apple-tree; and,
when I first saw it, the tree was all covered
with beautiful white and pink blossoms, which
in a short time changed into large, golden
apples; and the tree was so full of them, that
the branches bent almost down to the ground.
And when any .person or animal came up,
looking as if they wanted an apple, a large,
nice one would drop down upon the ground, as
though the limbs threw it down to them, and
were pleased to do it.
"Another proud and selfish little girl was
changed into ,a peacock. She went strutting
around, displaying her fine feathers, and think-
ing every one must admire her. But in that
she was greatly mistaken; for every one
laughed at her, and called her a very silly
"I now looked around over the whole field,
and there was not a single scholar to be seen.
They had all been-changed into other forms.
It made me very sad to think that so many
beautiful children must be changed into ani-
mals and trees; and I thought I must find
some way to change them back again. I tried
to shout to them, to see if I could not call
them back, to become children again; but they
did not seem to hear me or care for me."
"And did they know that they had been
changed ?" asked Susie.
"Yes," replied her father; "they seemed to
"It must have made them very unhappy.
Oh, dear! how dreadful," cried Susie, "to be-
come a pig, or a thistle, or a hateful wasp, or
any animal or plant! I am sure it would
make me wretched."
"If you do not wish to become an animal,"
said her father, "you must never act like one.
All animals correspond to our affections and
thoughts; and we can see in these animals the
nature of the affections to which they corre-
spond; and, every time we indulge in those
affections, we do something to change ourselves
into the form of these animals. If you would
not like to be in the form of a pig or a wasp
or a nettle, you must not imitate their quali-
ties; for what difference does it make whether
you are outwardly in the form or not, if you
are like them in disposition ? If you would
not be a dog or a fox or a wolf, do not act like
one. Be kind, truthful, temperate, innocent,
and good, and you will be continually chang-
ing into something more and more beautiful-
into the forms of the angels, who are above
you, rather than to the animals, which are be-
low you. This will be a noble metempsycho-
0, Po-p-o, Popopo, Popocat, Pop-a-cata-
Q pit. Oh, dear, what a hard word! I
can never pronounce it, I am sure. I
wish they would not have such hard
names in geography," said George Gould, en-
tirely out of patience. "Will you please to
tell me how to pronounce the name of this
mountain, father? I wish they would not
have any mountains, or else give them easier
"Why, do you call that a hard word to pro-
nounce ?" said his father. "I know much
harder words than that."
Well, this is the hardest word I ever saw,"
murmured George. I wish they had put the
name into the volcano, and burnt it up.
P-o-p-pop-o, Popo-c-a-t, Popocat. Why
couldn't they have called it Pop, or Popocat ?
That would be a funny name, and I could re-
member that; for I should think of a cat pop-
ping his head out of the crater."
"I know how to pronounce it," said Jane,
who had been slyly looking in the dictionary
while George was grumbling and stumbling
over the long word. Jane had made a grand
discovery a few weeks before; and that was,
that the dictionary always told her how to
spell and pronounce the hardest words, and
gave her the meaning besides: and now, in-
stead of getting out of patience, or waiting for
some one else to tell her, she always went to
the dictionary, and was sure to find what she
"Well, if you know, please to tell me," said
George; "for I shall never find it out myself,
I am sure." And he began to spell it over
again; but he could get no farther than "Pop-
"You have almost got it," said Jane; "but
it is not Po-po-cat, but P6p-o-ci'ta-ptl."
"P6p-o-ci'ta-petl," said George in a slow
and measured manner, stopping between each
syllable. "Well, it is not so very hard after
all, when you know how; but it is hard to find
out, it is so long. I wish they would not have
any long words, and then one could pronounce
them easy enough."
I do not think so," said his father. "Some
of the hardest words I have ever seen are the
shortest. I know one little word, with only
two letters in it, that very few children, or men
either, can always speak."
Oh, I suppose it is some French or German
word; isn't it, father ?"
"No: it is English; and, what you may
think strange, it is just as hard to pronounce
in one language as another."
"Only two letters! What can it be ? Do
tell us what that little word is that is so hard :"
cried both the children.
"I don't think," said George, "any short
word can be so hard as the long Mexican
'Popocatapetl;' do you, Jane ?"
"No, indeed! Father must be in fun."
"No: I am not."
"Well, what is the hardest word to pro-
nounce you ever saw, father ?"
The hardest word," replied their father, I
have ever met with in any language-and I
have learned several-is a little word of two
"Oh, now we know you are making fun of
us I" cried both the children; "that is one of
the easiest words in the world." And, to
prove their father was mistaken, they both re-
peated, "No, no, no," a great many times.
"I am not joking in the least. I really
think it is the hardest word to speak I ever
found. It may seem easy enough to you to-
night; but perhaps you cannot pronounce it
I can always say it, I know I can," said
George with much confidence; "'No.' Why,
it is as easy to say it as to breathe. Just open
your mouth, and that little word will pop out
any time; but when you come to that 'Pop,'
with a long eruption of cats and pet eels"
(George was somewhat of a wag, let me tell
you), that is enough to choke one."
"Well," replied his father, "I hope you will
always find it as easy to pronounce as you
think it is now, and be able to speak it when
you ought to."
Here the conversation ended. George fin- -
ished learning his lesson, and, at the appointed
time, went to bed, to dream of volcanoes, cats,
and eels, and hard words which it was impos-
sible to pronounce.
In the morning he went bravely to school,
with the full consciousness that he knew his
lesson, and a little proud that he could pro-
nounce so hard a word as "Popocatapetl."
Not far from the school-house was a large
pond of very deep water, where the boys were
accustomed to skate and slide when it was
frozen over. So eager were they to enjoy the
sport, that they could hardly wait for the ice
to-get strong enough to bear them before they
went on to it; and, the winter before, two of
these venturesome boys had been drowned.
Mr. Gould had therefore strictly forbidden
George to go on the ice, without his special
The night before, while George was getting
his lesson by a glowing fire, Jack Frost had
been busy changing the surface of the pond
into beautiful crystals of ice; and when the
boys went to school in the morning, they found
the pond as smooth and clear as glass. Some of
them threw a few stones on to the ice to test
its strength; but the most daring of the boys
did not think it safe in the morning. The day
was cold, however; and they thought by noon
it would be strong enough to bear. The pros-
pect for sport was so great, that they could
hardly wait until noon; and the morning
seemed much longer than usual.
As soon as the school was out, the boys all
ran to the pond-some to try the ice, and
others merely to see it.
"Come, Georgie," said William Green; "now
we will have a glorious time sliding. I am
sure the ice is strong enough to bear; and see
how smooth it is !"
George hesitated, and said he did not believe
it was strong enough; for it had been frozen
over only one night.
"Oh, come on !" said another boy; "I know
it is strong enough. I have known it to freeze
in one night many a time, so it would bear:
haven't you, John ?"
"Yes," answered John Brown; "it did one
night last winter; and it wasn't as cold as it
was last night, either."
But George still hesitated. He remembered
what his father had said, and he was a little
afraid also that the ice was not strong enough
to be quite safe.
"I know why George won't go," said John,
"he's afraid he might fall down and hurt him-
self." Or the ice might crack," said another;
"and the noise would frighten him. Perhaps
his mother might not like it" Come on, boys,
and let him go !" shouted a number of the
boys, "He's a coward; that's the reason he
George could stand this no longer; for he
was rather proud of his courage. "I am not
afraid," said he; and without stopping to
think more, he ran to the pond, and was the
first one on the ice. They kept near the
shore at first; but, although the ice bent and
cracked when several of the boys happened to
come near to each other, they grew more and
more venturesome, They enjoyed the sport
very much; running and sliding, and trying,
to catch each other on its smooth surface.
More and more boys kept coming on as they
saw the sport, and began to think there was
no danger; when, amidst their laughter and
merry calls, there was a loud cry, "The ice
has broken, the ice has broken!" and, sure
enough, three of the boys had broken through,
and were struggling in the water; and one of
them was George. It so happened that the
teacher had been attracted by the noise, and
had come to call the boys from the ice just as
they broke through. He caught some boards
from a fence close by; and calling to the boys
in the water not to be afraid, but to keep their
heads above the water, he shoved the boards,
out on the ice; and, by the aid of some of the
scholars, he pushed them along until they got
one within the reach of the boys in the water.
The teacher then told them to hold on to that
until he could get some more. After a while
they succeeded in reaching the three boys and
getting them out of the water, but not until
they were nearly frozen.
They were immediately sent home.
George's father and mother were very much
frightened when he was brought in, and they
learned how narrowly he had escaped drown-
ing. They were so rejoiced to find that he
was safe, however, that they did not ask him
how he came to go on the ice, until after tea.
When they were all gathered together about
the cheerful fire, his father asked him how he
came to disobey his positive command.
George said he did not want to go, but the
boys made him.
"How did they make you ? Did they take
hold of you, and drag you on ?" asked his
"No," said George; "but they all wanted
me to go."
"When they asked you, why didn't you say
"I was going to; but they called me a
coward, and said I was afraid to go; and I
could'nt stand that."
"And so," said his father, you find it easier
to disobey me, and run the risk of losing your
own life, than to say that little word you
thought so easy last night. You could not
say 'No.' ,
George now began to see why the word was
so hard to pronounce. It was not because it
was so long, or composed of such difficult
sounds, but because it was opposing evil and
false principles to say it. And this is the
hardest thing we have to do. He learned a
most important lesson, however, from his dis-
aster. Whenever in after-life he was tempted
by his companions or his own evils to do
wrong, he remembered his narrow escape from
drowning, and the importance of the little
word "No;" and though it cost him a great
effort sometimes to say it, yet he bravely made
it. The oftener he said it, the easier it be-
came; and, in time, he could say it, when
occasion required, without much effort.
I hope all the children who read this story
will remember this little word, and learn to
speak it when they ought. They will some-
times find it very difficult to pronounce; but
the more difficult, the more important it is;
and no one will ever find it impossible to
speak, if he earnestly tries, and looks to the
Lord to help him, Whenever you are tempt-
ed to do wrong never forget to say "No."
THE VINE AND WILLOW.
| GRAPE-VINE of a very choice kind
4 had, by some chance, been planted
among some willows by the side of a
brook. The brook gave it plenty of
water to drink; the soil was rich and well
adapted to the nature of the vine, and it grew
rapidly, though much overshadowed and ob-
structed by the willows.
One spring morning it chanced to look down
into the still water of the brook, where it saw
itself, as in -a mirror. "What a homely
creature I am," thought the vine. "How
crooked and knotty my body is, and my skin
is so coarse and rough. The willow is smooth
and fair. How graceful her branches are!
how long and how slender her leaves! And
then I am so weak. I can't stand alone: I
96 THE VINE AND WILLOW.
have to cling to stakes and bushes. I couldn't
get up from the ground at all, if it was not for
these willows. How wretched it is to be so
dependant! I don't see why I could not have
been made as graceful and beautiful in form as
the willow, and as strong as other plants. I
am a poor, weak, and ugly thing, and I don't
see any use in my living." And the vine
clung closer to the earth and wished to be
buried in it.
A few days after this lamentation of the
vine, the gardener and his son came along and
stopped near the spot where the vine and
willow were growing.
"0 father !" exclaimed David, "here is a
beautiful grape-vine; but it has no chance to
grow, there are so many of these useless wil-
lows about it! Can't I take it up and plant
it where it can have a chance for life ?"
I am afraid it would kill it to take it up,"
said his father; "but you may get the axe
and cut down the willows, and clear away the
weeds, and dig up the ground all around it,
so that the sun can get at the roots, and there
THE VINE AND WILLOW. 97
will be nothing to hinder it from growing."
Must we not have some stakes also to trair;
it up on ?" said David.
"Yes. I think you can make some out of
the willows: you can trim off the branches;
but do not cut them too close, or the tendrils
will have" nothing to cling to; sharpen one
end, and drive the stake firmly into the
ground. Perhaps you will have to tie the
vine to the stake, to hold it there, until it has
had time to grow and twine itself around it.
Take good care of it, and in time you will
have delicious grapes.
"Do you think it will bear this year,
"I am afraid not, it has been so much in-
jured by the willows and weeds; but it will
bear next year, if you take good care of it."
"I don't see why vines don't grow like
peach-trees and apple-trees; then they could
hold themselves up," said David.
"Everything has its own form," said his
father. "They put their strength to a better