Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Johnny a baby
 Johnny two and a half years...
 The house Johnny lives in
 Johnny's little servants
 Foolish frights
 Going to school
 How to get knowledge
 The little ship
 "In a minute"
 Beyond the garden gate
 The mouse that did not like its...
 The broken looking-glass
 Johnny's little cross
 The water-wheel
 The lost spectacles
 Jacky and pet
 How long it takes to make a slice...
 Johnny and the blue marble
 The woodpecker's bill and...
 A Bible story
 The first oath
 A visit to George
 Johnny's great fault
 The two cucumbers
 How a kind act shines
 The circus
 What sort of eyes?
 Johnny's company
 Back Cover

Title: Johnny, or, How a little boy learned to be wise and good
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Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00049053/00001
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Title: Johnny, or, How a little boy learned to be wise and good
Alternate Title: How a little boy learned to be wise and good
Physical Description: 144 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Knight, Helen C ( Helen Cross ), 1814-1906 ( Author, Primary )
Thomas Nelson & Sons ( Publisher )
Publisher: Thomas Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: 1881
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Education -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Good and evil -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1881   ( local )
Prize books (Provenance) -- 1881   ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1881
Genre: Family stories.   ( local )
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Scotland -- Edinburgh
United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Mrs. H.C. Knight.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page i
        Page ii
    Front Matter
        Page iii
    Half Title
        Page iv
        Page v
    Title Page
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Johnny a baby
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Johnny two and a half years old
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The house Johnny lives in
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
    Johnny's little servants
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    Foolish frights
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    Going to school
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    How to get knowledge
        Page 30
        Page 31
    The little ship
        Page 32
        Page 33
    "In a minute"
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
    Beyond the garden gate
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
    The mouse that did not like its supper
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
    The broken looking-glass
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    Johnny's little cross
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
    The water-wheel
        Page 59
        Page 60
    The lost spectacles
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
    Jacky and pet
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    How long it takes to make a slice of bread
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
    Johnny and the blue marble
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    The woodpecker's bill and tongue
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
    A Bible story
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
    The first oath
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    A visit to George
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
    Johnny's great fault
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
    The two cucumbers
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    How a kind act shines
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
    The circus
        Page 133
        Page 134
    What sort of eyes?
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
    Johnny's company
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
        Page 144
    Back Cover
        Page 145
        Page 146
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JOHNNY A BABY, ...... .. ... 7


THE HOUSE JOHNNY LIVES IN,... ... .. ... 17

JOHNNY'S LITTLE SERVANTS, ... ... ... ... 20

FOOLISH FRIGHTS, ... .... ... ... 24

GOING TO SCHOOL, ... ... .. ... ... 27

HOW TO GET KNOWLEDGE, ... ... ... ... 30

THE LITTLE SHIP, ... ... .. ... 32

"IN A MINUTE," ... ... ... .. ... 34

BEYOND THE GARDEN GATE, ... ... ... ... 40


THE BROKEN LOOKING-GLASS, ... ... ... ... 49

JOHNNY'S LITTLE CROSS, .... ... ... 54

THE WATER-WHEEL, ... ... ... ... ... 59

THE LOST SPECTACLES, ... ... ... ... ... 61

JACKY AND PET, ... ... ... ... ... 65





TOWSER, ... ... ... ... ... .. 84

BOOTS, ... ... ... ... .. ... 87

A BIBLE STORY, ... ..... ... 97

THE FIRST OATH, ... ... ... ... 101

A VISIT TO GEORGE, ... ... ... .. ... 105

JOHNNY'S GREAT FAULT, ... ... ... ... 114

POLITENESS, ... .. ... ... ... 120

THE TWO CUCUMBERS, .. ... ... ... ... 123

HOW A KIND ACT SHINES, .. ... ... ... 130

THE CIRCUS, ... .... ... 133

WHAT SORT OF EIES? ... ... ... ... ... 135

JOHNNY'S COMPANY, .. ... ... ... .. 140


3ohnnp a tabV.
OHNNY can stand alone, almost.
He puts out his little arms to
"steady himself in his go-cart, and
he looks sharp to see which way
to step. Johnny has a fine, fat pair of
legs, but it takes him a great while to
know how to use them. I do not know
how many falls he has had in learning.
The old cow's little calf could walk as
soon as it was born. It got upon its legs,
and as soon as it found it had strong legs
it knew just what to do with them, for it

ran after its mother. But Johnny had
first to be carried in his mother's arms.

Then he was tended on her lap. He did
not even know how to sit up. He can sit
now, and holds up his head like a soldier.
But he was ever so long trying to put
one foot before the other; one foot and
then another is a pretty hard lesson for
Johnny. It will be a good while before
he can run alone.
Then how many stitches have to be

taken for him. Pussy's babies were born
with their clothes on. How warm and
soft is little kitty's fur. But Johnny
was born naked. Mamma made a little
shirt, and petticoat, and gown for him.
She sewed a great deal for Johnny. She
has a drawer full of clothes to keep him
warm and clean, and these have to be
put off and put on many more times than
I can count. Kitties keep their clothes
on all the time, and make no such work
for their mammas.
Little chickens run about and pick up
their crumbs as soon as they hop out of
the shell. The old hen does not have to
feed them. She scratches up the dirt
perhaps, to show where the fat worms
are, and that is all. But Johnny cannot
feed himself.
He would starve without his dear
mamma. She nurses him with milk from


her own bosom. Then she has a little
spoon and feeds him with nice bread
and milk.
Johnny cannot hold his spoon. It will
be a great while before he can sit at table
and handle a knife and fork and cut up
his dinner like the rest of us.
How much has to be done for Johnny
by night and by day But mother has
a heart full of love, and that makes her
work easy. What can Johnny do for
his kind, good mother ?
He can smile: oh yes, so he can.
Dear Johnny.


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APA went to the city. When he
got home, what news did he hear?
Johnny had a tooth. Papa took
him in his arms, jumped him up
and kissed him, and Johnny laughed. He
opened his mouth wide. Papa saw a little
white pearl in his mouth. It was the new
tooth. This was when he was six months
Babies are not born with teeth. Why ?
Because babies' food is milk. They do
not need teeth. Teeth do not begin to
come until it is time for them to have
something to chew. Besides, if babies


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had teeth they might bite mother's breast,
and hurt dear mother. They would not
mean this, I suppose, but they would not


know what else to do with them. An-
other tooth came; another, and then an-
other, until by the time Johnny was two
years and a half he had twenty teeth.
The first word he said was, "Pop."
That was when his papa opened the door.
And Johnny was so pleased, when he
saw how pleased everybody else was, the
next time the door opened he shook his
little fat fists and danced his little fat feet
and cried, Pop, pop."
Johnny learned to talk fast; and mother
soon taught him the little good-night
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take."

He could not speak all the words plain;
but God knew. God took care of Johnny
every night when he was fast asleep in his
crib. He took care of father and mother

too. For who else could take care of
them in the dark night but God ? God
loves little boys. He loves little girls also.
Johnny liked to stand at the window
and see the birds fly. He beckoned with
his little hands, and said, Come, come
to Johnny, birdie; come, do." But birdie
did not mind. God had something for it
to do. One day what did Bridget bring
Johnny ? A little bird; and it was dead.
Mother stroked birdie, and said, "Poor
birdie! dear birdie!" Then Johnny stroked
it, and said so too. He kissed it, and
was so full of pity. When he was put
in his crib, he took birdie and fell asleep
with it on his arm.
Johnny had a gray kitty. She liked
to play. She liked a ball to play with.
First the ball ran; pussy ran after the
ball; then Johnny ran after pussy. They
had such fun.


One day Johnny told pussy to do some-
thing. Pussy did not; for how could she
know ? So Johnny dragged her by the
tail. She mewed terribly.
"Johnny, Johnny," said mother, "what
are you doing ?"
Only taking puss up by her tail," said
Johnny. He let her go, but presently
took her by the hair of her head. Of
course pussy did not like that. She
snarled, and tried to scratch Johnny.

"Johnny," said mother, "would you
like me to lift you by the hair of your
head ?" And she put her hands in his
hair to try easy, just to let him know how
it felt.
Oh, oh!" cried Johnny, "it hurts."
That is the way poor pussy felt when
you took her up so. It hurt and fright-
ened her," said mother. You must treat
dumb animals kindly. You must treat
them as kindly as you want to be treated
yourself. The Lord Jesus gave a rule for
all little boys and girls to go by. It was
this: 'Do unto others as you wish others
to do unto you.'" Mother said it, and then
Johnny said it. He said it over and over.
He did not get it by heart at first. He
learned it best by practice.
These were some of Johnny's nursery
lessons, as he grew month after month.
It takes a great while to grow.

vhc iJuonse uohnnpt tibes in.

" OHNNY, do you think with your
eyes ?"
"No," said Johnny; "I see
with my eyes."
"Do you think with your ears ?"
"No," said Johnny; I hear with my
"Do you think with your fingers ?"
No," said Johnny; my fingers do my
think. I think I want that book, and my
fingers reach out and get it. My think is
somewhere inside, isn't it?"
"Your think is your I,' Johnny. You
say, I think, I love, I feel so, I don't want
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to. That 'I' is your soul, the thinking,
loving, willing part of you. Your little
body is the house your soul lives in."
"That I live in," said Johnny. The
little boy thought a good while. If my
body is the house I live in," he said at
last, my eyes are the windows I look out
of, and my mouth is the door, and my
ears"--Johnny stopped-" my ears are
the windows under the eaves, and my hair
is the roof, and my hands and my feet are
the four little servants."
"God has put you into this little house
to take care of it, and to keep it pure and

clean for him. He would like to see Love
look out of the windows, and Kindness
stand at the door. It will grieve him
to hear naughty words coming from it.
Above all things, he wants you to keep
open house for his dear Son, the Lord
Jesus, who loves little children, and who
loves to come in and dwell with them.
All the children have their little houses to
keep for God; and if you keep yours in
order by a sweet obedience to his wishes,
when you die and leave it he will receive
you to live with him in his heavenly
house for ever."

OHNNY has four little servants
to wait on him. They go where
V*j he says; they do what he says.
They run and fetch and bring
just as he tells them; and they keep him
busy all day long. He does not give them
much rest from morning till night, unless
he goes to sleep, and then they lie down
with him and keep still. They wake when
he wakes, and jump up when he jumps up,
and are ready the minute he wants them
to do his bidding.
What good little servants they must be,
you think. They are, if Johnny is a good

little boy, for they behave as nearly like
their little master as can be. Do you
"want to know their names ?
One is Right Hand, and very handy he
is. Another is Left Hand, and he is
sometimes very awkward. The others
are Two Feet, stout fellows that do the
tramping. That makes four.
And if you want to find out what sort
of a boy Johnny is, you must look and see
how his little servants act. If Right
Hand takes what does not belong to him,
or breaks, or leaves things about, or strikes,
or scratches, or pinches, or pushes, you
must conclude Johnny is a bad, trouble-
some boy, whom it is very disagreeable to
live with.
If, on the contrary, Right Hand pats
the baby softly, and helps mamma, and
holds things carefully, and plays gently,
and keeps itself clean; and if, every night,


: 1

Right and Left Hand clasp themselves in
prayer, while the little boy asks God's for-
giveness for every naughty thought and
word, and begs to be made one of the
Lord Jesus' little lambs; and every morn-
ing, if they clasp again while Johnny
kneels down and thanks God for his good-
ness and his grace, and for giving kind
dear father and mother to take care of
him, and prays to be kept all day a good,
obedient child,-if Right and Left Hand

do so, you may be sure they have a good
master, and that the little boy is trying to
be a dear Christian child.
In like manner, if Two Feet run away,
or stamp, or kick, or play truant, what
sort of a boy would you say their master
was ? Ah, that -is not the way to use
Two Feet; is it? No, no. I hope you
will send them on better errands, and
make them walk in the pleasant way of
right. Jesus shows us that way.

xfeoshh xrightji.

Il H, oh, oh, that ugly toad!"
cried little Johnny.
*? "What are you afraid of,
Johnny ? What harm will the
toad do you ? The toad is squatting in
the sunshine, and enjoying the pleasant
weather as well as you. Maybe he has
just eaten his dinner. I hope he has, for
he eats the bugs and worms which destroy
the pear-tree."
Some children are always in a fright.
If they go into the garden, they are afraid
of caterpillars and toads. If they walk
in the country, they are afraid of cows


and a flock of geese. If they run down
in town, they are afraid of poor little harm-
less dogs that look up to them with a
"Bow-wow-wow," as much as to say,
"Good day, little master." But little
master sets up a terrible cry, as if he were
bitten, and doggy walks off wagging his
tail, and wondering what it all means.
One day Johnny saw a spider walk


across the floor. Oh, oh, oh!" he cried,
starting up and running away. I won-
der what the spider thought. I suppose
it thought, if it thought at all, "That
child is a monster to me. His two legs
can run a hundred times faster than my
six legs; his little toe could crush my
whole body; his big hand could sweep me
to death in a minute; he could eat me up
at a quarter of a mouthful. I have no
way to defend myself. I can't sting; I
won't bite; I have no claws. And yet he
is afraid of me!" No wonder if the spider
should walk off laughing at him.
Pray do not start, and run, and cry,
At every spider, dog, and fly;
Rather say, "This pleasant weather,
You and I'll be friends together."

(Boing to $chooL.

"ON'T lag, Johnny," said the little
boy's mother, "but go straight
Sto school."
"Yes, mother, I will," said
Johnny, and away he ran.
When he passed Mr. Wheeler's barn,
a robin redbreast flew out of the woods,
perched on the nearest bough, and began
to sing, just as if he was singing to Johnny
and nobody else. Was it singing, Stop,
Johnny, stop," or, "Go, Johnny, go" ?
The little boy loved birds, and redbreast
was so near. "It is singing 'go,' or
'stay,' just according to my think," said

Johnny. "I think it says 'Go,' and I
shall go." So Johnny, in spite of all the
pleasant things which tempt a little boy

to lag behind school-time on a sweet sum-
mer morning, went straight to school, and
was in his seat when the mistress rang
the opening bell.
Johnny is right. A great many things
have a meaning to us according as we
think. To the little boy who said it was
too pleasant to go to school, and so played

truant, redbreast's note would have been,
" Stay, stay;" "Stop, stop;" for he did
not love his books, and wanted an excuse
for neglecting them.
All along the way, children, there are
pleasant voices, which will lead you astray,
or forward you in the path of duty, accord-
ing to the chord which they find in you.
The key note is in your own bosom.
Pitch it right, pitch it for the right, and
then your life will be a pleasant tune,
sweet to father and mother, sweeter to
your God and Saviour.

)otoi to get toto1lebgc.

V-HAT is the question. Get it the
same way the chickens eat their
".7. food-pick it up a little at a
time. First, learn your letters,
A, B, C; then spell little words; then
read easy books, and next bigger and
bigger ones.
The gardener digging his garden takes
up one spadeful at a time. The farmer
ploughing his field ploughs one furrow at
a time. The man sawing wood saws one
log at a time. And so the garden is
dug, the field is ploughed, and the wood
is sawed. They are done little by little,
and little at a time.

A N.




And so little boys must learn their
lessons. Do not pout, or cry, or think it
is no use to try, or play away your time.
But keep your eyes on your book, and
your mind on your lesson, and try, try,
try; yes, and try hard. That is what
Johnny did.

Zhe little hip.

HE boys came and showed Johnny
their little ship all rigged. It
Z was a beauty. "Now we're going
S down to the water to sail her,"
said the boys. Come, Johnny."
No," said Johnny; my mother told
me never to go down to the water without
her leave, and I can't go."
"Go and ask her," said the boys.
She is not at home," said Johnny.
"Then go," they all cried. She won't
know it. She won't care. There's no
danger of drowning."
"No, vno, NO!" said Johnny as firm as

a rock. I should like to go and see her
sail, but I shall mind mother."
They tried to coax him, the naughty
boys, for they liked to have Johnny's com-
pany, he was such a funny little fellow.
"You need not coax," said Johnny; "I
shall not go."
Then they went, carrying the little ship.
Johnny looked wistfully after them till
they turned a corner; then he went into
his yard. He took his wheel-barrow and
began to wheel. By-and-by he played
soldier. Puss was a rebel, and he would
fire at her. Bang cried Johnny, and
puss took to her heels. Presently his
mother came home, and she heard him
whistling Red, white, and blue."
" What a happy little boy!" she said,
smiling. Johnny was happy. God puts
a great many drops of comfort into the
heart of a little child who does right.
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"fin a *titutc."

HAT do you think Johnny's birth-
day present was? A wheel-
barrow. He was six years old.
And how rich he felt. Now I
can wheel mother's dinner home from
market," he said; "and I can help father,
and do ever so many things." That is
right. It is so pleasant to do little ser-
vices for father and mother.
For two days he often asked, Mother,
what can I wheel for you ?" But she had
nothing to be wheeled, and so she said,
"Thank you, Johnny; by-and-by I shall
have something for you to do." Johnny

wished it was now, and not by-and-
Some days after, Johnny and his barrow
and some boys were down by the frog-
pond at play. And what do you think
they were wheeling ? Four mud-turtles,
which one of the boys found in the swamp.
I do not know how much pleasure it gave
the turtles, but the boys had good fun.
In a little while Johnny's mother called
him. He heard her call the first time,
and the second, but he was too busy to
mind. His sister then came to find him.
"Johnny, mother wants you to go down
street and bring home some salt fish."
Don't want to go," answered he.
"Yes, but mother wants you to go,"
said his sister.
I'm taking-my turtles to ride, and I
can't," cried Johnny.
Come," cried his sister.

In a minute," cried Johnny.
How long do you suppose that minute
was ? It was nearly half an hour, and
might have been a great deal longer, only
that he fell into the mud; over went
Johnny, wheel-barrow and all. Oh
dear, dear," he cried, picking himself up,
and looking at his dirty clothes.
Now he thought of his mother. He
could run to her fast enough when he had
need of her help, but he could not go when
she needed his. Oh, the selfish little boy!
He felt pretty bad. He was ashamed to
show himself; but go home he must, for
who would take care of him but mother ?
Home he went, leaving the boys to fetch
his barrow. It was a sober walk. Coming
into the kitchen, he was almost ready to
cry, partly for the mud, but most for fear
of what his mother would say.
She heard him, and turned round.

"You dirty boy, go away," cried his aunt.
" Come here, my child," said his mother.
Ah, that is mother; she is always ready.
Mother took her little boy, washed him,
and dressed him again in clean, sweet
clothes. She did not talk much, but she
was very kind, and very sad too. Johnny
felt her kindness, and more and more he
felt his own disobedience and selfish-
Mother," at last he said, I am going
to kill my turtles."
Why ? asked she.
Because," cried Johnny, "because they
wouldn't let me go down street for you."
"Did the poor turtles tell you not to
mind mother?" she asked.
"Not in so many words," answered
Johnny slowly; but they seemed to say,
Stay, stay a minute."
"And do you think it was the poor

little turtles that said that?" asked his
mother seriously.
Johnny hung down his head, as well
he might, trying to blame somebody else.
Adam and Eve did just so when God ac-
cused them in the garden of Eden. Adam
said it was Eve that made him do wrong.
Eve said it was the serpent that made
her do wrong. You see wrong-doing is
always trying to make excuses, and throw-
ing the blame upon somebody else. Is it
not mean ?
"Do you really think," asked Johnny's
mother again, "that the poor little turtles
are to blame for your not coming when
mother called you ? Do they deserve to
be punished ?"
No," cried Johnny, finding it hard to
stand his mother's look, "no; it was I,
only I, naughty I. It was I that said,
Stay, stay; and, mother, God punished


me; he pitched me into the mud. And you
made me feel bad, you are so kind;" and
tears streamed down Johnny's cheeks.
"Do let me go down street now for you,
mother, do." But his mother no longer
needed his help. The fish had come up.
" Send me some other errand," said Johnny.
But she had now nothing for him to do.
And all that day Johnny was sorry.

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" l HILDREN," said Mrs. Jay,
"you may play anywhere in
the yard, but don't go beyond
the garden gate.-Do you hear
me, Johnny?"
Yes, mother," said Johnny, looking
up from his wheel-barrow: "'Do not go
beyond the garden gate 1'"
Mother then, seeing her little boy and
girl quietly at play in the yard, put on
her bonnet and shawl, and went down
Johnny and Jessie, his little sister, had
nice plays together. He used to make

believe horse, and draw her on his trucks;
or she make believe a pumpkin, and be
carried in his wheel-barrow; or they
would both make believe cows, and set up
a terrible mooing: indeed, there was no
end to the different characters they took,
all the while keeping very kind to each
other. Their plays this afternoon led
them down to the bottom of the garden.
There was a gate, hasped inside, which
opened into a field of thick brush and
trees. This was the forbidden gate.
"I wish we could go out into the
woods," said Johnny; perhaps we should
find a bird's nest." Johnny unhasped the
gate, and he and Jessie looked round and
saw the pretty woods.
But what did mother tell us ?" asked
" Perhaps she was afraid of bears," said
Johnny, or the water, or something; but

there are no bears. Oh, there's a squirrel
on that tree! See him, see him, Jessie !"
and away ran Johnny to the woods, and
away ran Jessie after him.
The squirrel hid, and the children went
on, hoping to find another. They strayed
down a bank, and came to a brook and
little pond.
Mother thought we'd fall into this
pond, and that's the reason she told us not
to come," said Johnny; "but we shan't-
shall we, Jessie ? "
No," answered Jessie, "we won't."
And so they ran round, and tumbled
about, and picked flowers, and at last got
back to the garden gate safe.
"Jessie," said Johnny, "don't you tell."
Not if mother asks ?" asked Jessie.
She won't ask," said Johnny.
Mother did not ask, nor did Jessie tell,
and all went on at home as usual. Satur-

day night, after all the children were
washed, and Jessie had gone to sleep,
Johnny and his mother talked a little
longer together, as they often did on
Saturday night. Johnny said, Mother,
I have been in the woods beyond the gar-
den gate this week."
"When did you go ?" she asked.
He told her. And he said, Mother,
nothing happened to us there: we didn't
fall into the water, or get wet, or tear our
clothes; no bears ate us up. Why didn't
you want us to go ?"
"You lost something that afternoon in
the wood," said his mother.
Lost something!" said Johnny, and
he thought of his knife, and his slate-
pencils, and his ball, and a penny in his
pocket; he hadn't lost one of them, he
was quite sure.
"Yes," repeated his mother; "think a

moment what you have missed, for I
know you lost something."
Johnny for a moment thought his
mother must be a spirit; for how could
she know when he didn't know himself?
"You will recollect if you think," said
Johnny put his head under the bed-
quilt, for he began to see he had lost
something; and the more he thought, the
more sure he was of it. "Mother," he
at last said in a low sorrowful voice, I
did lose something in those woods, I did.
I lost the happy out of my heart."
Ah, that was it; and a sad loss it is,
when a child loses the happy out of his

Zhe tlouse that bib not like its uppcr.

ELL me a story, please," said
Johnny, who loved to hear
stories dearly.
So mother told about a little
mouse that found fault with its supper.
It wanted what it could not have. My
child," said its old mother, your supper
is better than many little mice get.
Many little mice get nothing." This did
not make it any better pleased or more
thankful. It did not care whether
other little mice got something or not,"
it said; "for its part it wanted cheese;"
and because it could not have it, it ran

up into a corner of the hole, turned
its back, and pouted. Ah, I'm afraid
there are many naughty children who do
just so.
Can't I go and get some myself?"
cried the foolish little mouse. My
child," said the patient mother, "you
know not the traps that are set for us.
Have you forgot the great yellow cat that
ate up your cousins ? Remember how
well you are off, and let well enough
alone. We are near enough to the corn-
crib, and there's your fine playground
among the rafters." More good words
were said, and she then left the little
mouse to its own thoughts, while she
went out for a short walk under the bur-
dock leaves.
No sooner was her back turned, than
out came the little mouse from the corner,
let itself down the hole, and scampered in

the direction of the pantry. On its way
it met a dashing young rat, and asked his
advice. Nothing dare, nothing have,"
said the rat. That advice pleased the
little mouse, and it marched boldly on-
it knewzo here, for it had often heard the
old rats describe it.
At length it got to a hole into the
pantry, and found it-stopped up! How
angry the little mouse was; while the
savoury smells that came through the
walls only aggravated it. It began to
gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, gnaw, without stop-
ping to listen. A rich nibble was all it
thought of. At last it contrived to
squeeze in, as tickled as could be, and
laughing at its old mother. In this
state of mind, just rounding a firkin, a
couple of glassy eyes, a huge mouth, and
monstrous whiskers stared at it. A
terrible fright seized it. Where to go


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and what to do, it knew not; but it took
to its legs, got out of a door, then hid,
then ran again, the yellow cat at its heels.
Did she catch it ? Some time after, she
was seen licking her chops; but she kept
quiet, answering no questions.
Its mother came in from her walk under
the burdock leaves, and never saw her
little mouse again. "Ah, it is a bad sign
when children find fault with what is set
before them," she said, and sighed.
How did Johnny like that?

%he |vnu '^oohinrg-gLaas.

AS Johnny disobedient ? No.
Did he play truant ? No. Did
"-i he strike, or was he cross or dis-
obliging? No. Pretty good boy
then; wasn't he ? Johnny had one serious
fault. You will presently see what it
His aunt Martha gave him a new ball
on his birthday. He had lost his old one,
and was very glad of another, and he
began to bounce it on the floor v.ith great
glee. "Do not play with it here, my
son," said mother; "run into the yard."
He went, but soon came back to see his
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aunt. His mother and aunt were both
gone; so, without thinking, what did he
do but begin to toss his ball, and while he
was tossing, the ball struck the looking-
glass and broke it in pieces.
Oh," cried Johnny, I didn't mean, I
didn't mean to do it !"
His mother hearing the noise, ran into
the room. How grieved she looked.

I didn't mean to break it," cried
"Of course you did not," said his
mother; but the worst of it is, you did
not mean not to do so. Careless boys do
not mean to be careless; the difficulty is,
they do not try to be carefdu."
You see Johnny's fault. It was care-
lessness; and a very expensive fault it is.
The looking-glass cost sixty shillings; and
so three pounds of his father's hard earn-
ings were destroyed in a minute by the
careless toss of his ball.
What did his mother do to him ? She
had often talked to him, and had punished
him, but nothing seemed to make an im-
pression on Johnny; indeed it is very hard
to make an impression on careless boys,
and therefore he never truly tried to im-
What should his father and mother do

now ? They let the broken looking-glass'
hang on the wall. Oh, what has hap-
pened to that looking-glass ?" cried Aunt
Martha the next time she came in; "who
did this? what a loss!" But Johnny
crept out of the room before anybody
could tell.
"Too bad! cried Dr. Smart when he
came. "It would not take me long to
know what to do with a child that did
that mischief. I'd-" and everybody who
knew the doctor knew that he would either
kill or cure. Johnny kept out of his way.
"Shocking!" exclaimed Uncle Charles
when he saw it. "Whose fault is this?
I don't wish to see any such careless folks
in my crockery-ware shop. They had
best keep clear of me."
That was a heavy blow to the little boy,
who liked to go down to Uncle Charles's

But he saw plainly what people thought
of carelessness. It was a pretty serious
fault in everybody's eye. Johnny felt
ashamed. Every time he looked at the
broken glass, he felt as if he could cry.
He took time to think of it too, and he
did think; and before a great while, his
mother saw he was trying to improve.
That pleased her.
How many tumblers are broken, plates
cracked, and handles knocked off by care-
lessness! How many jackets are torn,
mittens lost, books abused by carelessness!
There is nothing more wasteful and de-
structive in a family. Few faults cost
more money.

" jt AKE up thy cross, and follow
me." That is what the Lord
S Jesus says.
Is there no little cross for
me ?" asked Johnny. I want to follow
"Yes," said his mother, "there are
plenty of little crosses for the little ones."
"What are crosses ?" asked Johnny.
"Crosses are things which are hard to
do; and taking up our cross is being will-
ing to do them for Jesus' sake."
"Won't Jesus help if they are very
heavy ? asked Johnny.

"Indeed he will," answered his mother.
"One of his friends, who had a great many
to bear, says, 'I can do all things through
Christ, who strengtheneth me.' "
"Who was it ?" asked Johnny.
"Paul," said mother.
"Well, he knew; didn't he ?" said the
little boy. Then he thought, and then
said, I'd shoulder the biggest man's cross
rather than not follow Jesus."
One day he and the boys were at play
round the corner, when Johnny threw a
stone, and it broke a pane of glass in the
window of an old cottage. Presently out
rushed an old woman with an old broom-
handle, and chased the boys in a most
furious manner. The boys dodged her
with shouts of laughter. It was such fun.
The fact is, the old woman and the boys
were always plaguing each other. She
hated them, and they poked fun at her;

yes, and I am afraid did a great many
unkind and cruel things without think-
ing. The consequence was, Johnny was
not sorry for breaking her window. He
thought it was only wiping out old scores;
and the boys were glad of it.
But the thing came to his father's ears.
Johnny's father saw it quite differently.
"Johnny," said his father, "you must
go and ask Mrs. Patch's pardon for your
conduct, and pay her for the mischief you
have done."
"Oh, father," cried Johnny, turning
very red.
"Well," said his father, "what have
you to say ? "
"I'll pay her for the glass, sir," said
Johnny; "but "-he hesitated-" need I
ask her to forgive me ? Can't you shut
me up in the closet? I'd rather take a
whipping than ask that."

"You must do as I say," said his father.
The little boy let go his father's hand,
and ran in to find his mother. Oh,
mother," he cried, flinging himself into
her lap, and his voice choking, "I can't
ask pardon of that old cross Patch; in-
deed I can't. Whip me, shut me up, but
I can't stoop to that;" and Johnny burst
into tears, proud and angry tears.
His good mother let him cry. "Johnny,"
she at length said, "Johnny, what do you
think the blessed Lord Jesus would like
to have you do ?-you know you are one
of his little followers."
"Don't know," said Johnny, sobbing.
Presently he went on: I-I-don't-
don't think he would treat Mrs. Patch as
we boys do, if he was a boy; he'd be a
great deal kinder."
"Well, Johnny, are you not sorry for
being unkind to that poor old woman;

and are you not willing to own it, and
make amends for it?"
"No," said Johnny. That, you see,
was a cross.
"Johnny !" It was father calling. The
little boy started. Putting his small hatds
together, Help me, Jesus, help me !" he
cried. And his mother prayed in her
heart, Help the poor little boy, thou
Saviour of the little ones !"
Johnny went; and before he saw his
mother again, he had paid the woman for
her glass, and asked her forgiveness for his
careless conduct. When he came back,
his mother saw he bore a little cross.
What was it? It had a name. It was
Humility. It had been heavy. It was
lighter now, for he kissed his mother, and
laid his curly head on her shoulder and
smiled tenderly; and she thought to her-
self, Jesus helped him."

"Zhe 'iwater-iheel.

I HERE," cried Johnny, running
down to the brook, and not
finding his water-wheel, "my
water-wheel has gone, and Joe
Smith has stolen it."
His little sister came running after him,
and they hunted around and found the
wheel hid under a willow. I am so glad,"
said Jessie. Treading on something hard
in the grass, Jessie stooped down and
picked up a knife. It had Joe Smith's
name scratched on the handle.
I told you so," said Johnny; "and I
wish I had a stick to beat him with. I

wish I had a gun. I don't know but I'd
shoot him."
"Johnny, Johnny," said his sister, "don't
you know wishing to kill folks is really
killing folks in your heart? God says so."
"Well," said Johnny, I'd give him a
good beating. He shan't touch my things
In a little while they met Joe Smith.
Jessie gave him his knife, and said she
found it in the grass by the brook. He
looked ashamed, for it was he who hid
Johnny's water-wheel.
The next day Joe brought Johnny and
Jessie a pocketful of chestnuts, and said
he would help Johnny to set up his water-
Is it not best to return evil for good ?

RANDPAPA lost his spectacles.
He fumbled in his waistcoat pock-
ets, in his breeches pockets, his
coat pockets, but no spectacles
could be found. He hunted over his table,
and under his chair, and through his books,
but no spectacles. He went back to the
garden, where he had been walking, and
looked carefully along; but he had no
spectacles to see his spectacles, therefore
it was no wonder he could not spy them
on the ground, even if they had been lost
Grandpapa hated to make trouble, so it

was some time before he asked, "Have
you seen my spectacles ? I am afraid I
have lost them."
Then mother left her work and hunted.
And Sarah left her arithmetic and hunted.
Bridget loved the old gentleman, and she
hunted. Have you seen grandpa's spec-
tacles ?" was asked again and again.
The old gentleman felt sorry to make
such a stir, taking everybody from their
work; but as it was the first wish of all in
the house to make him comfortable, all
were ready to do their best to find them.
"Johnny and Jessie could not have seen
them before they went to play," said
mother. So no spectacles were found,
and poor grandpapa sat quietly down before
his open Bible, not able to read a word.
By-and-by the newsman brought the
paper. Grandpapa opened it, and looked
it over with his dim eyesight, but not a

sentence could he make out. So he laid
the paper down, and folded his arms with
a patient smile.
There was a great deal of fun and laugh-
ing when the children came in from school.
What was the matter ? Ha! the door
burst open, and who should appear but
Johnny with the spectacles on.
The little fellow has found them," said
grandpapa, very glad.
No, grandfather; Johnny picked your
pocket," cried Jessie. You did not know
it, and he slid off."
"Johnny is great on tricks," said one
of the boys, laughing. But mother looked
very sober. She was sorry, very sorry, for
two things: first, that grandpapa's com-
fort should have been trifled with by one
of her little ones,-how would Johnny like
to have lost the use of his eyes a whole
forenoon ?-and then, that the children


gloried in Johnny's trickery, and that
Johnny himself did. Tricks of all kinds,
especially when done at the expense of
others, she despised. She thought it was
a low kind of fun, and liable to end in
evil. Picking pockets in fun might lead
to being a pick-pocket. Evil courses have
small beginnings. Mother did not scold
Johnny. That was not her way. But he
found out that the fun which she did not
smile on was not good fun.


3ahp anb V0.

@HEN you make a little ship, and
put the masts in and rig it, would
"you like to have a boy come and
S smash it up, just for the pleasure
of destroying it "No." How hurt and
angry you would be! "Yes, indeed,"
says Johnny; "a boy has no right to use
my things so." That is true. Well, have
you any right to go into the orchard and
kill God's birds ? Do you know how he
loves the things he has made ?
And did you ever think how much
work there is in the making of a bird ?
We have two, Jacky and Pet, and they
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fly out of the cage and perch on Lucy's
hand, and cock their little heads with such
a wise and knowing look. Why, their
little bright eye, hardly bigger than a

pin's head, paints the most beautiful pic-
tures you ever saw.
Paints pictures! "
Yes. When your bird looks at you,
there is a contrivance in his eye which
paints on the back of his eye every line
and colour of your face. It is very small,
but it is exactly like you.
How ?"
You cannot understand it now. Learned
men have studied and studied on it, and
when you are older you can learn more
about it.
And then birdie is about the finest
musical-box I ever heard.
Yes. In his throat there is a soft,
sweet musical instrument, which fits into
his throat so nicely that he can eat, and
breathe, and twist his neck without the
least trouble.

What is it made of?"
Little springy rings, which he can make
larger or smaller, according to the notes
of his song. When you go into the woods,
you hear the merry birds playing on their
little instruments, and practising a great
deal sweeter music than we often hear
from our pianos.
Then birdie's bones and joints God has
made with wonderful skill; they can hop
and fly and spring without getting out of
joint or grating on each other, or costing
birdie one moment's anxiety.
Birds too have a queer mill inside of
A mill !"
Yes; a little stomach like a mill, where
they grind their corn and turn it into
And nerves too.
What are nerves? "

Nerves are what you feel with. They
come from a large nerve that runs from
your brain down through your backbone.
This big nerve is called the spinal marrow.
All along, pairs of little nerves branch out
from it, branching out again and again
until they cover your body like a fine net-
work, so that you cannot pinch yourself
anywhere without touching a nerve. With
the nerves in your mouth you taste; with
the nerves in your ears you hear; with
the nerves in your nose you smell; with
the nerves of your eyes you see; and the
nerves that cover your body you feel with.
The birdies are all provided with nerves
as much as you are.
And then their little bodies are full of
muscles, stretching and pulling and draw-
ing up, in use pretty much all the time,
without wearing out or going wrong, or
getting out of order in any way.

I think Jacky and Pet don't know
what God has done for them."
The poor little birds cannot know how
carefully and beautifully God has made
them; how he guards their little bodies
from pain and suffering, and how many
wonderful contrivances he has to make
them happy. Don't you suppose God
loves his little birds ?
"Yes; oh yes."
And what do you suppose he thinks of
boys who go out into the woods and fields,
with hundreds of happy birds hopping and
flying and singing in the warm sunshine
and shady leaves, and take pleasure in
killing them ? Must not he be displeased
with such conduct?
Yes; God not only takes good care, but
he is tender. Everything like thought-
less, hard-hearted conduct is displeasing
to him.

"I never thought before," said the little
boy, looking at Jacky and Pet with eyes
full of wonder-" I never thought God
set by the birds so."
I am sure it is often thoughtlessness in
children which makes them throw stones
at kittens and frogs and birds; they do
not mean to be cruel. But you must
remember these poor little creatures feel
as well as you; that God has made and
finished them as wonderfully as he has
made you; that he cares for them, as well
as for you. When you think of this, I am
sure you will never kill in sport or treat
cruelly one of God's happy creatures.

gob)t ong it ZTahms to Olahe
a Slica of greab.

H, I'm so hungry," cried Johnny,
running in from play; "give
me some bread and butter-
quick, mother."
"The bread is baking, so you must be
patient," said mother. Johnny waited
two minutes, and then asked if it was not
"No," answered mother, "not quite
It seems to take a long while to make
a slice of bread," said Johnny. I could
make it quicker, I know."

"Perhaps you don't know, Johnny,
how long it does take," said mother.
How long ?" asked the little boy.
"The loaf was begun in the spring"-
Johnny opened his eyes wide-"it was
doing all summer; it could not be finished
till autumn."
Johnny was glad it was autumn, if it
took all that while; for so long a time to a
hungry little boy was pretty discouraging.
"Why ?" he cried, drawing a long
"Because God is never in a hurry,"
said mother. "The farmer dropped his
kernels of corn in the ground in April,"
she went on to say, partly to make wait-
ing-time shorter, and more perhaps to drop
a good seed by the wayside; "but the
farmer could not make them grow. All
the men in the world could not make a
kernel of corn; much less could all the

men in the world make a kernel of corn
grow. An ingenious man could make
something that looked like corn. Indeed,
you often see ladies' bonnets trimmed with
sprays of wheat and ears of corn made by
the milliners, and at first sight you can
hardly tell the difference."
"Drop 'em in the ground and see,"
says Johnny.
"That would certainly decide. The
make-believe wheat and corn would lie as
still as bits of iron. The real corn would
soon make a stir, because the real kernels
have life within them, and God only gives
life. The farmer then neither makes the
corn, nor makes the corn grow; but he
drops it into the ground and covers it up,
that is his part, and then leaves it to God.
God takes care of it. It is he who sets
mother earth nursing it with her warm
juices. He sends the rain; he bids the

sun to shine; he coaxes it up, first the
tender shoot, and then the blades; and it
takes May and June and July and August,
with all their fair and foul weather, to set
up the stalks, throw out the leaves, and
ripen the ear. If little boys are starving,
the corn grows no faster. God does not
hurry his work; he does all things well."
By this time Johnny lost all his im-
patience. He was thinking. "Well," he
said at last, "that's why we pray to God,
' Give us this day our daily bread.' Before
now, I thought it was you, mother, that
gave us daily bread; now I see it is God.
We should not have a slice, if it wasn't for
God; should we, mother ? "

Sohnng anub the gtlne flarble.

"'j OTHER," asked Johnny, "what
verse do you think is best for
f-l little boys ?" His mother
thought a moment, and then
said, "'Thou God seest me;' because, I
suppose, little boys sometimes do naughty
things, thinking their mothers don't see
them and won't know it. This teaches
them that there is somebody who surely
does see them."
"Does God look into boys' pockets ?"
asked Johnny.
Yes," said mamma.
I wish God would speak as well as
see," said Johnny.

He does," said mamma.
"Does !" he cried.
"Oh yes," said mamma; he speaks
in 'a still small voice.'"
"I never heard him," said the little
boy; "does it sound like wind ?"
"That's because you don't hearken,"
said mamma. God's voice does not sound
like wind; it speaks in your heart, and so
softly that you must hearken in order to
hear it."
"What does it say ?" asked Johnny.
"When you are naughty, it says, 'Don't,
don't; Johnny, pray don't.' When you do
right, it says, It is sweet to be God's
child. God's children love to do right.'"
"I want it to say that to me," said
Johnny; and I am sure his mother wanted
it to say that to him.
For several days Johnny behaved as if
he was hearkening to the little voice, and

as if it whispered pleasant words to him.
He tried to do right, and seemed a very
happy child.
One day, when he took his marbles out
of his pocket, his mother saw a hand-
some blue glass one. Where did you
get that, Johnny?" she said; "it is a
He tried to snatch it from her hand.
His mother, as you may think, was much
surprised. She looked at him, and he
hung down his head. Then she began
to be afraid there was something wrong;
before, she did not; and she asked again,
" Where did you get this marble, Johnny?"
The little boy made no answer. She did
not ask him again, but went away.
At night Johnny climbed into his
mother's lap, and laying his head on her
shoulder, said in a low sorry tone, "I
took that glass marble, mamma."


"Took it from whom?" asked his
"I took it from the ground," said
"Did it belong to the ground ?" asked
his mother. "Did the ground go to the
shop and buy it?"
Johnny tried to laugh at such a funny

thought, but he could not. I saw it on
the ground," said he.
"What little boy had it before?" asked
his mother.
"Asa May's it is, I think," whispered
Johnny; but I saw it on the ground."
When you put your hand to take it,
did you forget, Thou God seest me'? "
asked his mother. "Did you not hear
the little voice saying, 'Don't, Johnny;
don't, Johnny'?" asked his mother.
I didn't hear," said the little boy, sob-
bing; "I grabbed quick. But I am very
sorry now."

the (,toohobpcchcr's ill anb an V guc.

"' HE woodpecker taps the hollow
beech-tree.' Tap, tap, tap,
rap, rap, rap. How it echoes
through the woods!" said
Johnny, every now and then hearing the
tap, tap, tap, and rap, rap, rap of the hard-
working little bird. "What's he doing it
for, I wonder ?"
He is getting his breakfast. He eats
the worms and insects which live in old
trees. First he taps at the tree to find
out if it's hollow; then he drills a hole in
it, rap, rap, rap, until he comes to the
worms, when he darts his long tongue
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into their snug nest, and hooks them out
into his mouth. There is the bill, hard
and sharp, which he raps and drills with.
There is his long tongue, with a sharp
thorn at the end of it, covered with some-
thing like teeth turned backward to keep

fast hold of the worms. It is three or
four inches long, and is a tool well made
for his work; is it not ? Woodpeckers
would kill the worms which destroy our
fruit-trees, if we would invite them to our
gardens, and not frighten them off.
Besides getting breakfast with his bill,

he builds his nest with it in the same
way; that is, he bores out a hole in the
soft, rotten wood, lines it with a blanket
of moss, and the mother-bird lays her
The woodpecker's mouth is certainly
a very curious tool. Did the woodpecker
make it himself, do you suppose, as men
make their tools "
No, no," the little boy answers.
God contrived it. He makes all the
different mouths his creatures have; and
oh, they are so different. I am sure we
can say with good King David, Lord,
how manifold are thy works! in wisdom
hast thou made them all.'"

OWSER is Mr. Bold's dog. Johnny
loves to play with him. What
do you think Towser does?
"When his mistress has a loaf of
bread, or a pie, or a plate of dinner to send
to poor old Mrs. Green, Towser carries it.
He never says, "Not now, mistress," or
"By-and-by," or It is too hot, or too
cold," or I don't want to go," as some
children do when told to go on an errand;
but he goes, as pleased as can be. Nor
does he ever touch a thing he carries, as a
greedy little boy once ate up some nice
jelly his mother sent by him for a sick


A dog once followed Towser as he was
carrying a piece of meat in his basket,
smelling round, and trying to put his nose

into the basket. Towser gave a big growl
to frighten him off, but the dog would not
go. I suppose he was very hungry. At
length Towser set his basket down, turned
round, and gave the dog a sound shaking;

then he took up his basket and trotted on.
The hungry dog did not dare to follow.
When Towser reaches Mrs. Green's
door, how do you think he lets her know
he is there ? He scratches ? No. He
puts his basket down and cries, "Bow-
wow." Mrs. Green opens the door, and
she says, "How now, Towser; have you
brought me something good to eat, good
dog ?" Towser wags his tail, as much as
to say he has. She takes and empties the
basket, and hands it back to him, and
away he runs home; and the good old
lady walks back to her little kitchen,
saying in her heart, God sent the ravens
to feed Elijah, and he sends Towser to
feed me. He never sees the righteous
forsaken, or his seed begging bread.
Praise God!"

OHNNY has two black friends.
They help him over hard places,
for they are stout and strong;
they carry him through wet
places, for they are tight and snug. They
take him to school and back again, to the
shops and the post-office, and to play,
when they clatter terribly. You can
always tell when Johnny is coming by the
noise they make.
Their name is Boots. His mother gave
him a corner in the closet to keep them
in, and a brush to clean them with; and
upon the whole, Johnny's boots began

their work in the world under good care.
After a while, however, Johnny outgrew
his interest in them. Sometimes one was
lost, and sometimes the other; when
found, they were dirty or wet, looking
quite ill-used.
"Johnny," said his mother, "you ne-
glect your boots; that won't do. You
must make them last; but they won't last
good without care."
Oh," said Johnny carelessly, "there's
plenty more where they came from.
"When these are worn out, all I've got to
do is to buy another pair; the shops are
full of boots."
That does not lessen our duty of using
carefully what it costs so much time and
toil to make, Johnny," said his mother.
"Why," cried he, who thought himself
a knowing boy, "I've been to Mr. Free-
man's back shop, and saw the sewing-

machines sew the boots, and they did it in
less than no time. Why, 'twas no trouble
at all; I could do it."
Then you did not know, Johnny, did
you, that your boot was begun a good
while ago on a little calf's back ?" said his
No," said Johnny, "I'm sure I didn't."
"And the little calf was killed and its
hide was taken off; and the hide was
carried to a tannery, where it was pickled
in tan-water, and made into leather.
"While this was going on, taking a
good deal of time and a number of men,
far away in the forest a tall tree was cut
down and chopped up, and the wood
taken to the mill, whose big wheel and
little wheels turned it out into lasts.
Lasts, you know, are wooden feet of
all sizes, to shape the boots and shoes by.
It took time and hands to do that also.

Then there was another mill in another
place, whirring and whirring, at work
turning out millions and millions of little
pegs, shoe-pegs, to fasten the soles on.
There was work too.
Your boots have likewise to be sewed
with brown thread, and that thread is
spun from flax, which was growing all
one summer on a great farm; and the
farmer who planted it and harvested it
sold it to the spinners. It took time and
hands to do that too. And the spinners
spun it, and the shop-keepers bought it to
sell again to the shoemakers to sew your
boots with. Then a needle had to lend its
eye to the thread that sewed the boots.
And so from a great many different
places, the farm, the tannery, and the
forest, and I cannot tell through the
hands of how many different men and
boys, the shoemakers had to collect their


stock before they were ready to make the
pair of boots which cover your feet."
"I never!" cried Johnny, seizing his
neglected boot and examining it curiously.
" This boot has come from the forest, the
farm, and the little calf's back. It has
been over a good deal of ground."
"And don't you see, Johnny," said his

mother, if it costs so much skill, so much
industry, so many carts and oxen and rail-
roads and hands all working together to
make your clothes, what good care you
should take of them, and how wrong it is
to abuse and neglect them ? If God takes
so much pains to make you comfortable,
how thankful you should be to him, and
how anxious to use aright the good gifts
of his kind providence."
Johnny picked up his boots and placed
them before the fire to dry; he hunted up
his brush, and brushed them sprucely up.
They looked again almost as good as new,
and the little boy was pleased.
"Boots," says Johnny, not quite know-
ing how to express his new sense of their
value,-" boots is somebody !"
Well then, I hope he and all other little
boys will treat them accordingly.

ELL me a Bible story, mamma,"
said Johnny. "Tell me about
"God's drowning the world.
SWhy did he?"
The people were so wicked they would
not try to please God.
He was kind ?"
Oh yes, for he let his warm sun shine
on their fields, and they had little brooks,
and he gave them grapes and olives and
corn, and roses and lilacs.
And did they have lambs ?"
Lambs and horses and cows. God gave
them everything to be good and useful and


happy with. But for all that they never
thanked him; they did not love and mind
him. They behaved naughty; and what
was worse, they brought up their little
boys and girls to be very naughty too.
That grieved God very much, because he
loves little children, and he wants them to
love him.
Did not God tell them he would
punish them if they did so ?"
He sent good Noah to tell them. Noah
tried every way to persuade them to leave
off their evil ways; but they only laughed
and made light of him. Then God told
Noah to build a great covered boat. He
cut down the trees and got out the timber,
and the wicked carpenters, I daresay,
helped him to build it.
That was good, to help Noah."
But as they had no heart in the work,
it did them no good.

At last the ark was done. It had one
door, and one little window at the top.
Then God sent elephants and lions and
every kind of creature, two by two, unto
Noah, in order to be put in the ark.
And Noah got birds of all sorts, robins,
orioles, doves, sparrows, eagles, and they
flew in at the window. And all sorts of
insects came. There was room for all.
And Noah put in provender for the cattle,
and corn and fruit for food. God made
all these creatures gentle and peaceable,
and willing to go.
I suppose the wicked men said Noah
was going to set up a menagerie."
Perhaps so. Then Noah and his wife,
and his three sons and their wives, went
in, and God shut the door.
Black clouds covered the sky, and the
drops fell thick and fast. It rained and
rained and rained for forty days and nights,

and the rivers began to rise, and the water
filled the roads and covered the fields, and
rose higher and higher, over the tops of
the trees, and the tops of the highest hills,
until all the wicked folks were drowned,
and it was only water, water everywhere.
Noah was not afraid."
Because he was safe in God's hands.
God can always save people if they trust
him and do as he says.
How long did they stay in the ark ?"
A whole year. Long after it had done
raining, Noah wished to know whether
the waters were drying up, so he went in
among his birds and took a raven, and let
it fly out of the window. The raven
never came back. It is a fierce bird, and
perhaps it did not like the ark.
When Noah found the raven did not
return, he went in to his birds again, and
picked out a gentle dove, and sent her


forth. The little dove flew round and
round, and not finding a branch to perch
on, or rest for the sole of her foot, she
thought of her little perch in the ark, and
flew back. Noah heard her peck at the
window, and he took his little bird in.
In seven days he let her fly out a
second time.
Oh, what did she find ?"
Some green trees. Did she stay and
hop on the branches, and dress her feathers
in the beautiful sunshine, and forget all
about Noah ? That is what a bird who
thought only, of herself would do. But
that was not what this kind little dove
did. It picked a green sprig to carry
back to Noah. It knew, I think, how it
would please him, and she flew over the
waters as fast as her wings could carry
her. Noah saw her coming. He saw
what she had in her bill. Do you not
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suppose they were very glad to see a green
leaf again ? Yes indeed.
Noah kept his dove seven days longer,
and then he let her go the third time.
She never came back. Noah knew by this
that there were green fields in plenty, but
he waited God's leave to go out of the ark
with all his large family. At length God

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