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ONE HUNDRED PICTURES.
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
1122 CIIFSTNUT STREET.
8 A 10 BnL HIousE, NEW YORK.
CoPYRIGmIT, 1886, rY
THE AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION.
Going from Home: 5
boarding school in a distant city. His
father, in bidding him good bye, gave
him this advice:
My son, dare to be singular !"
By this he meant that Warren should
dare to do right, even if placed among
wicked and thoughtless boys, who might
laugh at him, or tempt him to disobey
the rules of the school, or of the Bible.
Warren never forgot his father's part-
6 Out of Doors.
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"Mother," said Lucy, "may I go
with Hattie Price, and spend the after-
noon in the grove ?"
Lucy's mother said "Yes." So the
two children went off together.
Fast Asleep. 7
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Fast asleep! little darling, and mother may go,
And sit for awhile in the parlor below.
She has smoothed out the pillow and tucked in the
And pressed a soft kiss on your forehead so sweet.
She has knelt down to pray by her little one's
That the Father on high his rich blessings would
And that Christ in his mercy her wee one would
And evermore guard her, awake or asleep.
8 Good Aunt Kaly.
Aunt Katy Mason lived in a little cot-
tage by herself. Every Saturday, she
invited her little nephews and nieces to
take tea with her. After playing and
having a good time at the tea table,
she read to them from the Bible.
Going for a Ride. 9
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could go fast, but was so gentle that he
was not afraid to have baby Dick ride
on it. Charlie walked by pony's head
and held him by the bit. Animals and
children should be kind.
Many boys and girls belong to the
" Band of Mercy," and promise not to
hurt any living creature unnecessarily.
Io The Good Shcpher;d.
"I am the good Shepherd," said
Jesus. As the kind shepherd, on the
eastern hills, led his sheep safely along,
and patiently carried the little lambs
over the stony places, so, dear reader,
Jesus is ready to care for you. Do
you not want such a kind friend to lead
and protect you ?
"Oh! come to the good Shepherd,
And rest within his fold,
He'll guard you from temptation,
And keep you, young and old."
Giving Alms. I I
Mr. and Mrs. Hinman were always
very kind to the poor. They were
walking through a crowded street one
day when they met Patrick McBride,
whom they knew to be a poor man, just
from the hospital. He told them his
sad story, how he had fallen from a
building and broken his leg, and how
destitute were his wife and children.
They listened attentively, and were. sat-
isfied of the truth of his story, and gave
him some money to buy food; but what
was still better, they found some work
for him to do.
12 A Bird's Nest.
Four little speckled eggs! From
them (warmed .to life by the mother
bird), will come, by and by, four tiny
birdlings. They will be funny little
naked things at first, with little heads,
that seem too big for their bodies. But
every day they will grow a little, and
then first will come the soft down, and
then the warm coat of feathers. After
a while they will learn to spread their
wings and fly, and will then leave this
little nest, and when old enough, each
make one like it, for other eggs and
little ones. God teaches them.
The Kind Children. 13
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Robert and Ada were playing under
an old tree, when they saw a poor old
man coming up the road. He seemed
faint and tired, and leaned heavily upon
the stout walking stick, which he car-
ried in his hand.
Won't you sit down and rest awhile,
sir?" asked Robert, respectfully, as he
came up. Ada gave him some fruit,
which she had gathered. Children
should always respect the old and fee-
ble. The hoary head is a crown of
glory, if it be found in the way of
righteousness." (Prov. 16: 31.)
14 The Convict.
Here is a sad, lonely man. He has
been found guilty of robbery, and so
has been shut up by himself in this
gloomy cell. Bars and bolts shut him
in this narrow space, and even the
sounds of the happy world outside
cannot reach his ear.
When a very little boy, Patrick Price
began his wicked course by disobeying
his mother, and playing truant; step
by step he kept going down hill, until
at last he became a terror to good men,
and the judges sent him to prison for
The Little Szoe-blac/k. 15
In all great cities there are many
poor boys belonging to the Shoe-blacks'
Brigade. Here is a little member of
that society quietly plying his trade in
the street. He will make that old gen-
tleman's boots as bright as a looking-
glass before he finishes the task; for
Bennie, though a little fellow, is a careful
and thorough worker. He is a useful
boy, and gives his earnings to his
Laura was reading a story, when her
cousin Kitty came and wanted to look
on with her. As Kitty cannot read so
fast as Laura, the latter waits very
patiently until Kitty has finished each
page, when they turn over the leaf.
'Mother's Morning Lesson. 17
Every morning Mrs. West called her
three bright children from their merry
play in their garden to spend a half
hour by her side in the library. She
had a bell which she rang when she
was ready for them to come, and the
moment they heard its gentle sound,
they dropped their playthings and ran
joyfully to their mother. What is
more gratifying than the obedience
of children to their parents and teach-
One of them is sitting on a stool,
while the others are waiting to ask
about Gideon's army.
18 Blowing Bubbles.
Charlie and his sister were very glad
when their mother allowed them to
take a bowl of soap-suds to the door,
and send off the glittering rainbow
bubbles in the air. It was fine sport
for them in their play-hours.
Beautiful bubbles! rainbow bright!
Globes of crystal, and forms of light!
Upward ye soar, like birds on the wing,
Upward, each lovely, fairylike thing.
Beautiful bubbles! born of a breath, -
A breath dissolves you, ye break in death,
So it is often with joys below,
Perishing pleasures, that quickly go.
The Little S/zh. 19
"There she goes Hurrah!" shouted
Clinton Hamilton, as he launched his
tiny boat out into the stream. "Isn't
she a trim little vessel ?" he said to his
brother Fred, who stood looking on.
Yes," said Fred. Have you named
her yet ?"
"Her name is 'The Constitution,'"
said Clinton, and her flag is there too.
She will outride the storms with good
care, but she must not go too far from
20 Katy's Text.
"Uncle Harry," said little Katy,
"please give me a text, to help me
do right in school to-day ?"
What is your besetting sin, Katy ?"
said her uncle.
Katy blushed, and in a low voice re-
plied, "I believe it is idleness."
"Then," said her uncle, "put a mark
in your Testament at Colossians 3 :23.
"Whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as
to the Lord, and not unto men."
The Reading Class. 21
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Miss Mills always took a great deal
of pains with her pupils who were learn-
ing to read. The art of reading well,"
she often told them, is only acquired
by a few. Many persons read in a
monotonous tone, and with an indistinct
pronunciation. Give every word its
proper time and emphasis. Read
slowly, pronounce every letter in every
word. Do not drop your g's, nor say
bein' for being. Listen to good read-
ers and see how they do."
22 The Lookout.
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This rocky point gives a view of the
village at its foot, and of the valley be-
low, and of the blue sea in the distance.
Sometimes people climb to its summit
to get the first view of a homeward
bound vessel. It is a beautiful spot,
too, from which to see the rising or the
Those men see the distant glistening
of white sails, and they are waving their
handkerchiefs that their friends below
may know the glad news.
The New Library. 23
It was a happy day in the little village
of Mapletown, when the new library for
,the Sunday-school came. The school
was not very large, and the people of
the village were very poor, so that they
could not give much money to keep the
school alive. Every child made it a
point to be present that day, and it did
not make the books less valuable that
they had all been read before in an
Eastern Sunday-school, and were a gift
from other children. Rachel and Anna
are as happy as birds with their new
book. Have you not some books you
can give away ?
24 A Happy Hour.
Although grandmother was very old
and wore glasses, yet she could not
resist the dear little ones, when they
begged her to join in their play. To-
day Tommy and Fanny have been very
good indeed, and as a reward their
grandmother has consented to play
with them, just as if she were a little
Dear little children! Do you honor
and respect the aged as you ought?
Do you try to please and help those
who are feeble, and whose trembling
limbs are scarcely able to support
The Robin*'s Nesi. 25
Hiding among the leaves, in one of
the coziest, sweetest places that bird
ever chose to build her little house,
mother has found a robin's nest. She
is parting the branches gently, that
Tillie and Frank may gaze at the won-
derful things, and see the five little blue
speckled eggs that are lying there.
"How cunning !" the children exclaim.
Mrs. Sanford tells them not to dis-
turb the little nest or the eggs.
26 I Didn't Think.
"Harry," said Mr. Fletcher to his son,
"did you leave that letter at the post-
office for me, this morning?"
Harry hung his head. He was a kind
boy, but a thoughtless one.
I forgot it, father. I didn't think-
I will go now."
Now it is too late," said his father,
in a very grave manner. "Your want
of thought will cause me much trouble
and expense. When you have business
entrusted to you, you ought to think."
Remember, I didn't think." is a poor
The May Party. 27
The girls were to have a May Queen
coronation, one bright Saturday after-
noon. They had selected a great many
sweet flowers for wreaths and crowns,
and Edith Carter, said Let us choose a
flower for an emblem."
"I," said Edith, select the moss rose,
it is so sweet and yet so queenly."
"I," said Louise Upton, "select the
laurel, the wreath of fame."
"And I,". said Minnie Grey, looking
up from her lowly seat, "prefer the
white lily,, for Jesus said, Consider the
28 Writing a Letter.
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"Mother," said Paul Jennings, "are
you writing to father ?" H-is father was
a soldier, and had gone far away to
fight for his country.
Yes, Paul. Don't you wish to write
him a letter ?"
"I don't know how."
"Say whatever you would say to your
father, if he were here now, and I will
write it. Tell me your thoughts, and I
will put them on paper for you."
Caught a Mouse. 29
"Ah, pussy! cruel pussy How you
will torture that poor little mouse. I'm
almost sorry you have caught him."
Do I hear some little girl saying this?
It is not cruel in pussy to catch the
mouse, because she is only obeying the
law of her nature. It may be, too, that
the first blow of her paw acts upon the
poor mouse in such a way as that it
afterwards feels no pain while the cat is
teasing it. We will hope that this is so.
Do you see the little kits in the corner ?
30 A Grave-yard.
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A grave-yard is a very sad place. All
around reminds us of dear friends who
have gone from earth, and whom we
shall meet no more in this life. Here
also we are reminded, that before long
we too must die. In the picture we see
a mother's grave. Perhaps this is the
saddest way in which death ever comes
to a household. No loss is equal to
that of a kind and tender mother.
But the grave-yard is a place of hope,
for we know that the dead shall rise'
again, through Christ.
The Pilgrim's Progress. 3
Mrs. Mitchell was not able to read
very long at a time. So Maria Pease
used to come every Sabbath and read
awhile to her. She has just been read-
ing a very beautiful chapter from that
precious book, "The Pilgrim's Prog-
ress." Maria is a Christian child, and
has just set out on the narrow path, in
which her aged friend has walked for so
32 Ellen McDonald's Cow.
"I suppose your cow is a great help
to you," said Mrs. Danna to her poor
neighbor, who was milking her cow.
"That she is," said Ellen, "a great
help and a great comfort too. You see
her milk is just the thing for dear little
Bennie and I to drink; and then I sell
the rest of it, and that gets us many an
article, just when we want it. If ,it
were not for my old cow, I do not know
where we should get money for clothes
or fuel, or to pay our rent. Oh! I'm
indeed thankful that I have a cow."
One Thing at a Time. 33
Come, sister dear, do come !" plead-
ed little Amy with her elder sister
Clara. "Leave your lessons for a
minute and take a run on the sidewalk."
Clara was as fond of play as any
other little girl, but she knew that work
and play each had their time.
One of her mother's maxims was,
"Whatever is worth doing, is worth
doing well;" and so Clara stayed at her
book until her lesson was learned.
34 Baby Nell.
Can you tell
Why we love you so?
SI love mother
And my big brother;
Don't you think they know ?"
The Lost Sister. 35
I have lost my darling baby sister,"
said Ada to her friend, and here is her
Mother says that when little babies
die they only go to their Saviour's home
SI know it," said Ada; "and if I had
never thought the baby a trouble, it
would be a comfort to me, but some-
times I was tired of taking care of her.
And now she is gone, I feel very sad
to think of it."
36 A Labor of Love.
Mrs. Barstow is not very strong her-
self, and her little home is very small
and plainly furnished. But from her
little means, she always contrives to
save something to give where it will do
good. Her contribution is remembered
in heaven, for it is blessed by much
prayer, and sent from a true heart.
A missionary collection is to be taken
up this afternoon in the church which
she attends, and Mrs. Barstow is on
her way that she may aid the good cause
of the American Sunday-School Union.
The Bridge. 37
Here is a beautiful and stately look-
ing bridge. It is very high, and the
arches are built of great blocks of
smooth stone, fastened together se-
curely by the work of careful masons.
Every part has to be carefully done,
for one weak spot might ruin the whole
work. A great deal of time, thought,
labor, and money are expended in works
of this kind.
Nothing of much value or importance
is done without pains and carefulness.
38 Oz~u of Work.
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Mr. Hayne has been very unfortun-
ate. His little shop has been burnt
and all the savings of years of toil lost.
He does not complain, but sets out to
get work. To-day he has walked
many miles, trying to find some farmer
who needs a willing hand to help in
plowing and sowing. We hope he
will succeed after he has rested himself.
He is not a tramp who will not work,
but a good man who wants work.
Well Spent Earnings. 39
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Lucius Mott takes the "Picture
World," a nice little paper for chil-
dren. He paid for it with his own
money, which he earned himself in this
Every morning before starting for
school, he brought in four tin pails full
of water from the spring for his mother.
For this service she gave him four cents
every week. With a part of the mon-
ey he subscribed for the little paper,
writing the letter himself. He is now
showing the pictures to his young
40 The Evening Prayer.
To pray is to ask God for the things
we need for the body and the soul.
But if we expect our prayers to be
heard they must be from the heart and
not from the lips only. God is a Spirit,
and we must worship him in spirit, and
Lowly at thy footstool, kneeling,
All our sins, dear Lord, we own;
Telling every guilty feeling
At our gentle Saviour's throne.
Once in kindness, love and blessing,
Jesus called the children nigh;
Pardon, Lord, our frequent sinning,
Fit us for a home on high.
The Wounded Bird. 41
James has just found a tiny bird in
the corn-field, with its foot caught in a
snare. Farmers usually welcome the
little birds into their fields to eat the
insects, which would otherwise destroy
the plants. He has brought the bird
to Nellie, who will try and heal its little
"Who set the snare?" said Nellie.
"It must have been Wild Ben," said
James, meaning a bad boy who often
did such things.
'iever, have jt i in their grammar ;
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Most of the little girls in Elm School
were studious and attentive. They
thus helped Mrs. Pallson, their kind
teacher, and learned very rapidly.
Kate Alien and Louisa Vicar, how-
ever, have just failed in their grammar
lesson, and they have been put upon a
form by themselves to study it over.
It looks now as if they would fail again.
Study when you study.
Oats, Peas, Beans. 43
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What little girl or boy has forgotten
the merry play, "Oats, Peas, Beans,"
&c. Sallie, Katie and Tommy Hatfield
wished to play it, but as three made
the circle rather too small, Sallie said
her doll might enter the ring, and make
a fourth partner in the game. Though
the dolly does not sing, she dances
around in a very funny way.
44 Who Made Them?
"Sister Mary, who made all these
pretty things ?" said Louis, as he gazed
one day upon the white clouds that
sailed like great ships over the blue
ocean of the sky.
You know," said Mary, that it was
God, 'our Father who dwells in heaven.'
Heaven is God's house, and if he has
made so many pretty things in this our
earthly home, how much more beautiful
must the heavenly home be? 'There
is no night there.' "
The First Picture Book, 45
Is not this a sweet little picture?
Just as fondly as Mrs. Marshall holds
her little Harman, showing him the
pictures, and telling him stories about
them, have your mothers often held
you. How many times have they
rocked you to sleep? How many
nights have they watched when you
were sick? How many steps have
they taken for you? Think that this
is a picture of yourself when you were
little, and love your mother better than
46 The Promises.
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Everything had gone wrong with
Hugh Wharton. He was out of work,
and his wife was sick. In this sad state
he sought his neighbor, a good old
man, commonly known as Grandfather
"I am discouraged," said Hugh;
"where to look for help, I don't know."
"Ah! Hugh," said the old man,
"when other help fails, look to God.
His word says, 'As thy days, so shall
thy strength be.' "
A Ride with an Object. 47
As Eddie West was taking his morn-
ing ride on his pony, he met Mr. Betts,
his Sunday-school teacher.
Eddie," said Mr. Betts, I hear that
John Foley is very sick. Would you
like to ride over to his house, and give
him this letter with my love? It will
cheer the poor fellow to see one of his
It is always a pleasure to do good to
48 Christina and Her Goat.
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Christina was a little German girl.
She loved to help her mother about the
house and garden, and she dearly loved
to feed the goat. "Nan! Nan!" she
would call, in her sweet, cheerful voice,
and quickly the goat would come to
her, and look up in her face, as if to
thank her for her kindness.
Gentle treatment never fails to win
the love of dumb animals.
The Hard Lesson. 49
Mamma," said little Elsie, Annie
May don't like me. She rubbed out
my sums to-day, and would not lend
me her knife, and she sets all the girls
against me. I'll be even with her yet,
I can find you a way to do that,"
said Mrs. Lubeck, pointing to a verse
in the Bible, and Elsie read aloud those
sweet words of Jesus.
"Love your enemies do good
to them that hate you, and pray for
them which despitefully use you, and
50 The Worm at the Root.
"James," said Mr. Irwin, to the boy
who was working in his garden, "there
is something the matter with this plant.
Its leaves have fallen off, and the blos-
soms have a sickly look."
"I know what the matter is," said
James, resting a moment upon his
spade. "A worm has been at the root.
I found it out this morning."
Ah! James, no plant will thrive
with a worm gnawing its root. And
no heart will show good fruits if sin is
allowed to hide in it."
The Hornet's Nest. 51
Frank and Hal have found a hornet's
nest in a very strange place. It is in a
vine, just on the other side of this
fence. They have brought sticks, and
mean to destroy the nest, and drive off
the hornets. It is quite likely that they
may get stung. Hornets are like
temptations; the farther you keep
from them the better. Lillie, who is
afraid, has determined to turn and go
52 Watching for Father.
How sweet, when day is over,
To stand beside the door,
While fading beams of sunset
Fall softly on the floor,
And list, with smile of joy, to greet
The pleasant sound of coming feet.
All day the loving father
Has toiled for daily bread;
Has toiled, that home may shelter
His darling's little head.
0 child, with pleasure ever greet
His homeward step thro' lane or street.
Billy Grove had a pair of goats
which were trained to draw loads of
chips or hay. He had a cart just
suited to them. Here they are tug-
ging at a load of hay, but they have a
kind and careful driver, who is willing
to let them take their time. The fra-
grant hay will be taken to the barn, and
stowed away for use in the cold winter
time; and then the horses, goats and
cows, will enjoy the careful provision
that is made for them.
54 Old Age.
This feeble old man,who totters along,
leaning so heavily upon his grandson's
shoulder, was once a merry and play-
ful boy. Years crept on, and he was a
strong and vigorous man. Years more,
and his manly strength began to grow
less, the snows of many winters whit-
ened his thin locks, and his keen eyes
Always treat old people with kind-
ness, so that when you come to be old
yourself, the young may be kind to you.
The Ruined Abbey. 55
The old Abbey looked very beautiful
by moonlight. Its towers were all over-
grown with moss and ivy, and its green
stone walls gleamed in the soft light.
Many great people had been buried
in this abbey, and their proud monu-
ments stand there now. But of what
profit are such things to them? The
king on the throne, and the beggar at
the gate, come at last to the same end.
How important then to be ready to'
die, trusting in Jesus for salvation.
56 Going to the Counry.
A gentleman is taking his family to
a farm-house, some miles back of the
town, among the mountains. As the
railroad has not yet made its appear-
ance in this quiet part of the country,
they are going in their own conveyance.
Sometimes the driver, instead of sit-
ting upon a box in front of the car-
riage, rides one of the horses, and so
directs them in the right way.
It is well to have one's eyes open
when traveling, so as to see what is
The Morning Prayer. 57
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We should begin every day by ask-
ing God to bless and keep us. We
know not what is before us, but if we
seek and obtain God's blessing all things
will work for our good.
Blessed Jesus! let me be,
Every day more like to thee.
Keep my lips from words unkind,
Keep from evil thoughts my mind.
Guard my feet from ways of sin,
Make and keep me pure within.
Nearer home, I come each day,
Till from earth I pass away.
58 The Good Samarilan.
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A Jew, travelling from Jerusalem to
Jericho, by a lonely road, fell among
thieves. They robbed him and left him
by the roadside, half dead.
A Levite and a priest came by, both
the countrymen of the poor Jew, but
when they saw his pitiable state, they
passed by upon the other side. Next,
a Samaritan came along. The Jews
and Samaritans were at enmity, but
this good man did not mind that. He
bound up the poor man's wounds, and
took care of him.
A Story. 59
Tell us a story, please, grandfather,"
said Carrie and John, coming into Mr.
"Shall it be a true story, children ?"
said Mr. Stanley, or a made-up one?"
"A made-up one this time, if you
please," said Carrie.
A true story tells of something which
has really taken place. A made-up
story is invented by the person who re-
lates it. It may be interesting and in-
structive, but should not be told as true,
unless it is true.
60 T/e Dog.
The dog is one of man's best friends
among the great family of animals.
He will watch the house, will come
when he is called, and will try to defend
his master, if there is any danger.
Many a dear child's life has been
saved by a faithful dog, who has jumped
bravely after it into the water, or who
has sought the little one when it had
strayed from home and was lost.
strayed from home and was lost.
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Convalescent" means getting bet-
ter after sickness. Mrs. Lee had been
very ill, indeed. The house had been
kept quite dark, and the children were
obliged to walk about upon tip-toe,
and to speak in very low tones, for fear
of disturbing the sufferer. We should
be very kind to the sick, and thoughtful
of their comfort.,
When she began to get well, they
were very glad indeed. She is now
taking a short walk, Eugene and Flor-
ence holding her on each side.
62 The Streel-car.
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Here is one of the great convenien-
cies of our large cities. But for these
cars, which run many times an hour,
and, for a few cents, carry people to
different parts of the city, these ladies
would.have to take a long walk before
reaching their homes. Cable cars are
now taking the place, of those drawn
by horses, in some places.
This is indeed an age of improve-
ments. Our grandfathers had no street
cars in their day. But we must take
care that we do not get lazy; walking
Thank God. 63
It was with gratitude and joy, that
Mr. Newton came out of the forest path
into this open space. He exclaimed,
"Thank God !" as he saw the church
spire, and the roofs of the houses.
He had been riding through a lonely
wilderness all day, and now that night
was coming on, he had begun to long
for the sight of human habitations.
It is God who sends us every good
thing, and if we trust in his care he will
bring us safely out of our troubles.
64 The Young Fisherman.
It is wrong to take the life of any liv-
ing creature needlessly. To destroy
life for mere sport is cruel and sinful.
Ralph Jones," said Edith, after she
had stood for some time watching the
boy, as he waited for the fish to bite,
"do you fish for sport?"
"No," said Ralph. "I think fishing
for sport is cruel. But I heard my
mother say that she would like some
broiled fish for supper, and I thought I
would get them for her if I could. I
love to do anything for my mother."
That's a good boy!
The Honey Bee. 65
How dotl the little bs? bee
Improve each shining hour;
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower."
Harvey repeated these lines to his
sister, as they watched the bees coming
home to their hives. No one can watch
these industrious little insects without
being struck with their skill and indus-
I shall like honey better than ever,"
said Alice, now that I have seen how
hard the little bees work to make it."
66 Emily and Fido.
"No! no! Fido," said Emily, look-
ing from her lesson to the little dog at
her feet. "You can't have me to frolic
with you now; I have work to do, poor
Emily knew that playing with Fido
would not teach her about the lesson
she had to prepare for school, so she
wisely learned her lesson first, and then
had a race afterwards. Many children
enjoy neither work nor play, because
they mix them up.
Coming Home. 67
Many years had passed since Philip
Holt had seen the home of his boyhood.
He had left it a slender boy, going out
to meet the dangers of a sailor's life.
Now he was. coming back, a sun-
browned, bearded man.
When he came in sight of the dear
old homestead, his heart was so full that
he could not go in at once, but took a
seat upon a pile of logs near by, until
he could control his feelings.
We never know what a good home
is worth till we have been deprived of
it for a time. It is of all places in the
world, the safest and happiest.
68 The Lamplzghter.
Just as the shades of night begin to
fall, the lamplighter goes forth to his
task. With his ladder and his lantern
or matches, he goes from corner to cor-
ner, and from square to square, until
all the lamps in his district are lighted.
It is in the darkness that bad men go
forth to do their evil deeds. They for-
get that there is an eye from which no
darkness can hide them.
Crime would be more frequent, and
sad accidents would often occur, but for
the work of the lamplighter.
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Good boys are rarely seen with such
scowling brows and defiant gestures as
are shown by these two in the picture.
It is quite plain that they are in a bad
temper just now. A good cause is
usually best served by a soft answer.
If you smile people will smile back; if
you scowl they will scowl too. A boy
who strikes gets struck. One who
fights will be often provoked. Keep
70 The Walk at Sunset.
"The sun is setting, my boy," said
Mrs. Wilks to Harry. Suppose our
Father in Heaven should forget to send
it out again, to warm and light the
world. What would become of us?"
"Ah, mother!" replied Harry, "God
never forgets. 'He maketh his sun to
rise on the evil and on the good.'
That was part of my verse to-day, and
Jesus said it."
"Let us not forget to praise him,"
said the good mother.
Dressi ng te Baby. 71
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The hour in which the baby was
washed and dressed was a pleasant
one to several people. Carrie loved to
help her dear mother, and so she would
hold the powder puff, and the pincush-
ion, and have each garment ready to
slip over the dear little head. Then
grandmother would take the little one,
while Freddie and Joe sat near.
72 The Tolling Bell.
These cottagers are listening intent-
ly to the solemn sound of the church
bell, as it floats through the quiet air.
They are counting the strokes with sad
faces, for they know that every stroke
of the bell is tolled for one year in the
life of some one who has passed away
In many country places, the age of
the dead is thus tolled by the church
Ready to Depart. 73
Do you feel happy, my dear friend ?"
asked the minister of the dying Chris-
tian. For me to live is Christ, and to
die is gain," said the aged saint, with
clasped hands, and eyes raised to
Dying is only going home, for every
one who is firmly fixed upon the Rock
But 'tis a melancholy day
To those who have no God,
When the poor soul is forced away
To seek its last abode.
74 Sisterly Affection.
had gone through trials which seldom
fall to the lot of children. But their
love for each other never grew cold.
They shared all their little possessions
together, and never left each other's
side, if it could be helped. How beauti-
ful is such love! How happy our world
would be, if all brothers and sisters
loved each other!
loved each other !
A Home Scene. 75
Mr. and Mrs. Delano were forced to
leave home for a day, and they felt quite
anxious about their little ones while
they were absent. But if they could
have beheld this little home scene, their
fears would have fled. Grandmother
is holding the babe upon her lap, and
Laura is at hand to help. Eddie and
Willie have gone out to play, but Grand-
mother knows that they are safe.
76 The Prodigal Son.
Here you see the wayward youth,
who scorned the pious restraints of his
father's house, and taking the share of
his father's goods which belonged to
him, went and wasted it in riotous
living. He finally sunk so low that he
envied the food with which he fed the
Then he did as all sinners should do;
he repented, confessed his sins to his
father, and was forgiven.
Day Dreams 77
warn you that your life will be a use-
less one, if you fritter it away in this
"Ah, Walter, my boy! I find you
dreaming again," said Mr. Rose to his
young friend. "How often must I
warn you that your life will be a use-
less one, if you fritter it away in this
"I am making plans and resolutions,
sir," said Walter.
"Let us see you doing something to
carry out your plans, said his friend.
78 The Peacemakers.
My friend, I want a word or two
with you about that boy," said Major
Giffing to his old comrade, laying his
hand upon his shoulder.
Do not say it, Major. I know what
your advice would be, but he has offen-
ded me greatly."
Major Giffing was not thus lightly to
be sent away however. He persevered
until his friend promised to pardon the
offender, and give him another chance.
While still a little boy, Mr. Sutton
was almost deprived of his sight. With
the little sight that remained, he applied
himself to study so closely, that he suc-
ceeded better than many persons who
can see. He became a good and faith-
ful minister of Christ. His wife often
reads to him for hours together, and she
also writes for him as he tells her.
One of the greatest English poets
was blind. This was John Milton.
But he was content to suffer God's will.
80 Never Forget to. Pray.
his uncle's store, in a city many miles
from his home. He bore up bravely
during the day while busy with his
duties, but often at night such a home-
sick feeling came over him that he was
almost ready to cry. But Clinton had
one sweet refuge in his hours of sorrow.
He could kneel down and tell Jesus his
troubles, and he was always comforted.
troubles, and he was always comforted.
Buy My Matches? 81
"Please buy my matches, lady," cried
a pleading voice at my side; "three
boxes for a cent?"
"Yes, my boy," I said, "I will buy
some of your matches. How many
boxes have you sold to day?
"Almost everybody says no," he an-
swered very sadly, "and I must sell out
before I go home, or my father will be
Let us help these little workers, who
are trying to help themselves.
82 Love of Music.
If you want to know where a happy
home may be found," said a good and
great man, "go to a house where they
love to sing."
This was true in regard to the family
of Mr. Elliot. They loved to sing to-
gether; and many an evening after tea,
they assembled under the great oak be-
fore the door, and spent a happy hour
in singing the praises of God. Singing
will be one of our employment in
heaven. Then let us sing now.
The Snow-storm. 83
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Winter has come, and God has once
more sent the snow. How beautiful
are the white flakes, falling so softly
and steadily, until the roofs of the houses
are like marble, and the branches of
the trees are tipped with pure white!
Mr. Day was glad when he saw the
light from his own fireside shining from
the low window out into the storm.
Home is always lovely, when we reach
it, after a weary journey. So will
heaven be to the Christian.
84 Going upon an Errand.
"Make haste, Freddie," said Mrs.
Upton to her little son. "I shall want
the sugar for my plums, dear. You
will not play by the way."
It was not Freddie's way to loiter,
when sent upon an errand, for he was
one of those manly boys who think that,
" the best way to do a thing, is to do it;"
so he stepped along quickly.
His mother had the sugar in ample
time, and Fred got a lump.
Kitty and Her Bird. 85
"Sing to me, birdie! I have made thy cage fair,
All that a birdie can wish, I've put there."
"Nay, little mistress, the bars are of gold,
But I pine in my prison; I'm not as of old."
"Water is there from the clear crystal spring,
Sugar and fruit and I want thee to sing."
"Nay, little maiden, I cannot please thee,
Songs of the woodland are but for the free."
What blessing in our world is more
grateful than liberty!
86 The Shi/wreck.
wreck. The wild winds have dashed
her against the rocks upon this stormy
coast, and before long she must sink
beneath the dark waters.
The crew have saved themselves by
taking to the long boat. They hope to
outride the fierce gale and reach home
Faith in Christ is a boat which will
bear us through the boisterous waves
of Time, to the calm shores of Eternity.
While Peter is busy training vines
and transplanting shrubs, little Walter
Mason is not idle. His father has
given him a spot of ground as his own,
and he takes great pleasure in raking,
and weeding, and watering it. The old
-gardener tells him what to do, and
under his direction, Walter is now
wheeling some rich loam in his barrow,
to spread around the roots of his flowers.
88 Self Denial.
"Why, Julia, you surely don't intend
to stay at home to-day! You have
been perfect in your lessons all the
month, and it will be too bad to lose
your place now," said Sue Adams to
Julia had a basket of eggs upon her
arm, and was on her way home.
"I love dearly to be at school," she
said; "but sister Anna is ill, and
mother cannot attend to her work and
take care of her, too. So I must stay
at home for Anna's sake."
Winter Sports. 89
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"Hurrah! shouted Dick Jordan,
Arthur! Arthur!" cried merry
voices, from the other side of the house.
SHere's famous sliding."
But, as the kind boy looked upon
the flushed face of his friend and
watched his eyes sparkling with pleas-
ure, he thought, "It is better to give
than to receive."
90 Learning a Hymn.
Emily Havens knew several beauti-
ful hymns, though she was but six years
old. She learned them in this way:
her Sunday-school teacher invited her
to come to her house every Thursday,
and play with little Frank Wharton,
her son. After awhile, Mrs. Wharton
would call her to her side and say two
lines of a hymn, asking Emily to repeat
them after her. So she went on till
she could say some sweet hymns all
Sewing for the Soldiers. 91
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"Who are you making that shirt for,
mother?" said Hattie and Cornelia.
It is for some of our poor wounded
men in the hospital," replied Mrs.
Parker. They risked their lives for
their country's defence, and we ought
to do all in our power for them."
''Can't we do something, mother?"
inquired Cornelia. "But we cannot
sew nicely enough, I fear!"
"You may make bandages," said
Mrs. Parker, going in search of a bun-
dle of cloth for the purpose. "All
should do something."
92 Going to the Spring.
Katie O'Connell has brought her
pitcher to the spring, to fill it with pure
cold water for her father's dinner.
Katie has a very happy home now, for
everything in it is bright and tidy, and
she has a father who loves God. But
Katie has seen trouble in her short
life. She remembers dark days, and
fearful nights, before her father signed
the pledge. Rum, not water, made
him harsh and unkind then.
Cold water never gave any one the
headache nor the heartache.
Old Holdfast. 93
Old Holdfast is a miser. He loves
nothing so much as gold and silver.
To get these he gives up everything
else. Susie Vicars-a poor neighbor's
daughter-asks to go into Old Hold-
fast's fields and glean the few blades
of wheat that the reapers have left.
But Holdfast says, "No; I have
nothing to give away!"
A very different story is told in the
Old Testament. Who was the maiden
who went out after the reapers? In
whose fields did she glean? What
was her mother's name? And why
was she so favored?
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children do wrong; and they punish
them, not from anger, but because
they wish them to be good.
In the quiet room upstairs, where
Frank has spent the long afternoon,
he has had time to think of his bad
The Patient Sheep. 95
The sheep is a very patient animal.
It allows its warm fleece to be sheared
off for our clothing, and as patiently
submits to the stroke of the knife
which kills it.
Christ chose the sheep and lambs as
emblems of his disciples. His charge
to Peter was, "Feed my lambs." We
may be sure that we are not disciples
of the blessed Jesus, if we do not love
to gather others into his fold. Jesus
is the Lamb of God that taketh away
the sins of the world.
96 The Gentle Doves.
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In this little home of ours,
Built among the summer flowers,
Nothing evil dare intrude
On our peaceful solitude.
Never angry word or thought
Mars our lives, with sorrow fraught,
But we dwell in trustful love.
Little child, be like the dove!
We hope no cruel boy will find this
quiet home and break it up. The
heart must be very hard that will take
pleasure in such an act.
The Turk. 97
The Turk enjoys his highest happi-
ness when seated, as we see him now,
upon his divan, soft cushions all around
him, servants ready to come at his call,
and his nargileh (or many twisted pipe)
at his side.
The Turks are very much behind
other European nations in civilization.
They are cruel in their disposition, and
are under a cruel government. This
is because they are not Christians, but
the followers of a false religion.
98 A Catastrophe.
Henry and Elmira had been visiting
at the house of their aunt. On their
return, they found that the rain had
washed away the little bridge over the
creek which separated them from their
home. They did not know what to do.
While standing very much perplexed,
a farmer came along, who thought he
could ford the creek. So he took the
children up in his wagon, and they got