DUTY IS SAFETY;
"3ouL TAIto," "'nIT aN 31 UA-R," UCIU mArMS';
"rOmf AUcxArP," "OSsGAImOU PAZK iu,"
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GEO. 8. APPLETON, 164 CHESTNUT BTfr.T.
xw YORK :
D. APPLE~TON CO, 10 BROADWAY.
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WnomB house is that, which stands upo that,
gentle sloping bank on the edge of the bW N
where the water runs under thelittle wooden .
and where many trees form a plant uli
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That is farmer Page's house, and that person
walking before the house, leading a little girl by
the hand, is Mrs. Page, and her daughter Mary.
Mr. Page and his wife had three children besides
Mary. Their eldest child was Thomas, then came
Mary, Sarah was the aest in age, and Jane was the
youngest, and quite a baby, when Thomas was
ten years old.
Mr. and Mrs. Page wee humbe honest people,
and tried to do their bst for their children; but
perhaps they tboqht toe of Tom, because he
was the only son ; l tudift ot, there was one
who did, or whop-tesnded person was
Barbara Jamwst ie bad huselem nurse, and
whenever aiytcing west vms wila the boy at
home, he used to make off to ubeLra's to tell his
troubles, and he was sure to be soothed and flat-
tered by her.
Mrs. Page did not know how Barbara flattered
Tom. She thought that she was a harmless, hard-
woking person, because whenever she weat to
* her Itoap she fund her sparing.
3MOsI was set to the fee school in thehOrul .
*lamnto n d an white, but his fatwre.
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quired him, when he was at home between school
hours, to help in any work which might be usefut
Mr. Page had a fine team of oxen: they had been
put to feed in a meadow, the creatures were quiet,
and when let alone they would hurt no one; but
Tom being sent one evening with tbt rd,
to drive them home, he goaded one of t l
with a pointed stick, till the beast got fk s r
he had to run for it to save his life.
When Tom Page got home, he made&k al
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story of the affair to his mother, and she prevented
his being sent again for the beasts.
When the naughty boy had run away from the
oxen, the herdsman had some trouble to get them
in order again, but after awhile they knew his
voice and went quietly to their stalls.
Tom might have learned a good lesson from the
ample of these oxen, for they knew and heeded
the voice of their keeper; but he paid no regard
whatever to the words of his parents, and from day
to day became more and more wilful his eamo
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too was getting up in the parish, and the viagers
began to call him, Troublesome Tom.
Boon after the business of the oxen, his father
said to him one summer's evening, my boy, you
shall take the white sow and her pigs out upon the
green, to get a little run and change of food, but
mind don't over-drive the young ones.
Very well, father, replied Tom, for he did not
dare to show himself as he was, to his father.
Well! said Tom when he got mot dear "pon the
green with the sow and her youg ones well! so
I am raised to the honour of being a pig-driver!
Then he began to hiss and to oot, which set
the sow to tot, and the little oes to run, curling
their tails and shaking their eas,
Tom ran also and hissed loude; and thus they
went on, till they had quite crossed the green, and
come near to a fine neat quick-set hedge, which
enclosed a pretty flower-garden.
The ladies who owned this garden, had great
delight in it, and though it was not large, k wau
very beautiful, being filled with fruit tree ad
Troublesome Tom had often sen this gamd
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from the green before, but he had never been in it,
for though he had tried the gate once or twice, he
bad always found it fastened.
I will try again however, thought he-and so
ceasing from his shouts and hisses, he placed hi
hands on the top rail and shook it well.
So he shook and shook, with his hands first, and
then with his back, till at last, the hinges, being a
little rusty, gave way, the gate flew open, and
down he fell all his length on the gravel; and it
was well for him that his nose was uppermost.
He was soon up again, for he wanted to find out
if there was any fruit he might lay his hands on.
He had just spied a cherry-tree near to a small
green house; when he was startled by a grunt close
behind him, and on turning round, he saw the old
sow and all her farrow in the very midst of a fine
flower-bed, with their noses among the roots.
Some of the fairest flowers were under their feet,
and two or three flower-pots lay smashed already,
whilst others were in the greatest danger.
Tom was as angrywith the pigs, as ifhe had not
himself led the way, which made him dr/e at th
mow and the little pigs with his stick ms violently,
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that they al set to run, ads al ia difflimt wa,
Tom, however, cunningly kept to the heels of the
old lady, trusting that if he could get her out ofthe
garden, the little ones would come at her call, that
is if he could succeed in keeping her from rushing
So Tom got clear of the garden with his pigs,
and thought himself very lucky, for he did not
believe that any one had seen him,
It was soon after the afir of the ig that Mrs.
Powel, a friend of Mmr Page, ca om the near-
est town to dunk tea at the fiau~.-l brought
with her a little girl, her only daughter
Little Miss, thought Tom, looe coammonly
fine, with her curled hair, and her hat all on one
side, and her blown out sleeves, sad her small
basket in her hand. But if I don't put her out of
conceit with her pretty self before she goes, why
my name is not Tom.
So when his mother and her visitor were busy
talking, and Mary and Sarah gone out to pic
some currants, he went up to the little girl and
invited her to walk with him into the gaednm.
Be uin to take care of her, To, msid his
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mother; little Miss Besy is not used to our rough
Oh! yes, mother, replied Tom, I will take care
And where did this rude boy take her, but to the
bee-hive. He led her up quite close to it, and
then contriving to disturb the bees, he ran away
himself, whilst two of them settled upon the poor
ehild and stung her, one on the neck, and the other
on the brow.
So srrydid he pretend to be at this accidat
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that he escaped all punishment again for that time,
although this offence being wilful and intended,
was very far from a light one.
Tom made so many excuses for having taken the
little Miss near the hive, that Mrs. Powel fancied
that his heart was broken about it, and good.
nature Bessy set herself to comfort him.
It was not your fault, master Tom, she said, you
did not mean to take me into danger, did you?
No, indeed, Miss, replied Tom boldly.
Twenty times at least, whilst they were at table
drinking their tea, Tom inuired of Bssy how she
I hope those stings don't smart, Mi., be said at
one time; and at another it was, you am et i
paI Mi, I hopes and so ea it w Ms.
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Powel was quite taken with his kindness, and i-
vited his father to bring him the next fairaday to
play with Bessy, and eat some dinner.
Iam expecting to be at the fair, replied Mr. Page,
for I have a capital young cart-horse to sell, and
I shall have great pleasure in bringing my son.
Tom was very well pleased with this invitation,
though that very week, before the fair-day arrived,
he made his father so angrbyb throwing a stone
at their dog Ranger, that he had nearly lost the
Son Tom, saidPavwer Page, I am told that you
go by the name of Troublesome Tom in the village,
more's the shame! and I have been told of some
of the pranks by which you have deserved the name.
Now, may be yeou ave not yt begun to suffer for
your ill-behavimou jift- ure as I stand here, you
will one day or a voaier reap the fruits of what you
have sown, and alter hrvest, I tell you, it will be.
There is an old good aying, Duty is Safety: let a
child act dutifully, that is,n obedience to the will of
id patets tand m oter, and he i in the wty of
rIfet l4etha n go ~taer their will, mabhe es
te'bseldf es aAy ws a he lies acqritaru.
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Tom looked sulky, but he mumbled out ome
words of promniethat he would try to do better,
and thus it happened that Mr. Page took Tom
with him to the fair.
Little John Powel, BeWyb brother, had alfre
rocking-horse: it was too small for Tonm,, isl.W
touched the ground when he was upon it, but it
was what e called to rpt the little bopia d
rikdle, ond to took it fimouldy whilt he aid,
i !hoop !wi opI g p! gaIop I gb
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SThe little boy in vain cried, Oh stop! Oh stop!
pray stop!-but Troublesome Tom did not choose
to hear him, and the wooden horse was at length
thrown forward with such violence, that little John
fell over its head, and Bessy who was the first to
ran in, shrieked till her mamma came to pick
When the little one was taken up, Tom was not to
be found-the troublesome boy had run off, and did
not come in till dinner was ready, and then he stood
out, that he had left the ball just before John had
fallen, and the child could not prove that it was not
true, because he had hi back to where Tom was
standing. On their way home Mr. Page said to his
son, it seem very odd to me, Tom, that so many
mishaps fall out wherever you go; see to it, boy; I
promise you that you are well watched, and the
very first time that you are caught at aay mischief,
I will make you feel in such a way as you never
BarbaA, said Tom, as he stopped at her door in
ihs way from school the next half holiday, father
'hs been scolding me, and threatened me with a
oggintg, and ah because he says I am trobeasoe.
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And a'ant all boys troublesome? said the nwre.
What is it you have done ?
Before Tom could answer, there came a woman
along the lane with a boy; they were driving a young
ass, and they stopped before the cottage door.
Mistress, said the woman to Barbara, tell us the
way to the sign-post at the cross roads-be we to
tar to the right or the left at the end of this lam e
To the let, cried Tom, from behind Barbara.
Eh! master Page, said the nurse.
Silence I whispered Tom, then adding aloud, To
the left, you must turn to the left, and then you mout
turn again to the right, and then over the grmee
and you will not find it more than four short miles.
Four miles! cried the woman, I did not count it so
far, by the half-our miles more and me so foot
Is not that fun? said Tom, when the people
were gone on. If I have sent ta'u one mile I
have sent them three round about.
And so saying, unrebuked by Barbara, he left
* As he was climbing up a nlk through a mOPw
way shaded by bushes, be saw a boy going t
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path before him with a bat for playing cricket in
his hand. He called aloud to him, Eh. Rogers, is
that you ? what are you doing here ?
Oh! it's you, Tom Page, answered the boy-be
quiet can't you, there's farmerTomkina, and four of
our school chaps just above-and they have seen a
rabbit run into the bushes; when the farmer has
his gun ready, they will shout and drive him out.
How came you all here ? asked Tom.
We have been playing at cricket, replied
And did not let me know, returned Tom; NI
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will be even with you. And he began to shot a
loud as he could, a rabbit! a rabbit! let's kill a
At the noise made by Tom, the farmer tuned
round, and the rabbit took the occasion to make
When the boys found their sport spoiled, they
all turned at once upon Tom; but he had made of
again, and had got within his father's fold-yard,
before any of them could catch him.
When Tom got home, he found that tvff.th
neighboring farmers had dropped in; and air.
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Page had asked them to stay and partake of what
was in the house.
As the day was very hot, Mrs. Page had set the
table in the garden before the porch, and whilst the
two farmers were taking a little cider and some
bread and cheese before dinner, the daughter
of one of them and the wife of the other drop.
These also bad been invited to dine on such u
Mrs. Page had, for they all were old and intimate
Mrs. Page went away with her visitors as soon
as the cloth was removed, and the ale-jug and lon
glasses were set on the board. But Tom sat still
at the tab^,
It Wo i been better for him, if he had left
when hit mother did.
She was no sooner gone, than the younger of
the two visitors began to jest and banter Tom on
the name he had earned in the village.
Tom got very angry, and said e did not know
why be was to have a bad name more than
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Why you don't deny, said the young man, that
you have worked as hard to get the name you
have, a any boy ever did to get a better.
You know nothing about me, answered Tom
Don't I said the other, laughing, don't I? Who
eat the tramper, this morning, three mile. ronad
to look for the cross tree not half a mile off? who
goaded the beasts with a sharp stick be added,
hweg bis voice to a whisper, and who dress
the pigs into the old ladies' garden ?
What's that ? what's that asked Mr. age, who.
bad heard more than, the young man meat he
should hear. Tom I Tom! e added, lokig vry
hard at his son, What! more of your Imaks It'
no laughing matter, neighbour, and si Be none,
he said, striking his hand on the table till every
glass jingled. I have promised, ad I will keep
my peanse, that I will make every bone in your
skin to ache, son Tom, for the ltht piece of wil
fl mischief that comes fairly before me.
lwin't look to the past-.o mind you to tabe
car of the future, and then all will be qm beir
tween us. Now wI.. of and as you hope for
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afty, be dutiful to your mother and me, and al
we put m authority over you.
But father, said Tom, in a whining voice, you
most not believe-
Say no more, cried Mr. Page, interrupting hMi
--go and play with your sisters, they are the best
company you can have, I only wish you were half
a good as Mary.
Tom walked away, muttering as he went, Hal
as good as Mary! so I am not half as good as
Mary; and father thinks I will stay at home and
play with Mary-very likely, but what shall I do
this evening? I don't know what to do-let me
consider father won't get rid of his company
before late. He is fast enough for one while.
Well then suppose I go fishing down the book
along towards the pools; under the old big bridge ;
father won't know, he seldom comes that way.
Mr. Page had told his son never to go fishing o
that side, because the pool into which the stream
flowed in its way towards the sea was deep and
ta Wbenn and beyond the pool the stream was
fadly rapid. Th were a few huts amo
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the mmd on the borders of the sea, and the peo-
pie who lived there were known to be mugglers.
Smgglers are persons who deal is articles
brought over the sea, for which what are called
duties ought to be paid to government
The first thing Tom went about after leaving
the ompany, was to go after his fishing tcke,
and next to call Ranger, who walked with his
dwn to the brook and along its banks, until they
oame to the old bridge.
Them Tom found a very little boy, called Shot
Sam, who was angling with a hazel stick itead '
of a proper rod, piece ofe f twine, anda crooked
pi, which he had plastered with a bit dough.
What are you doing there, Sa m msid Tom.
I am going to get some fish for granny's spr,
awwlred the little boy.
But, said Tom, you will, ver catch may fis
hene you now stead, thei can see you just
then; aad they will not come near.
Short Sam bad taken the very place which Tom
feted for himself, and he was deterred 40 @
it from the little one.
Whose shuld I be to fish asked Sa.
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Come with me, answered Tom, come upon the
bridge, and I will set you on the wall, and then
you will have a chance of seeing where the fuh
are, and no chance of their seeing you.
So Tom went with him upon the bridge, and
helped to set him on the low wall which guarded
the road, with his short legs dangling over the
There you are, said Tom, mind you don't tip
forwards; but if you do, I will pick you up. So
saying, he left the child, and went himself where
he had first found him.
Tom had hardly thrown out his line, and short
Sam was just preparing to do the same, when who
' ould come that way acrom the bridge, but Sam's
The father's first business was, to draw Sam
back from his perch, and to set him on his' short
legs, in a safe place, after which he gave him a
hearty blow, bidding him to go home tobis granny,
saying, Will you do that agam will you ?
It was Master Page, soblel the child, Mastr
Pao put me there.
W itt ried the father, and e cam fords
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again towards the wall of the bridge, and told Tom
that he might have caused the death of the poe
helpless child by his tricks, and he promised bhm,
Mr. Page should know the mischief be had beenal
before any of them were an hour older.
Tom waited not to hear any mre, r the sm
had turned from the parapet, and the boy feared
that he was coming down to beat him.
Tom was a great coward, a most misbi.ee
fpem s am; he aratebd up his big bmakl
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and away he ran under the bridge, and down the
side of the brook, his rod in his hand, with his line
fying loose from the end of it, and Ranger ran
As soon as Tom was out of sight of the angry
father, he thought he would seat himself down,
and again throw his line into the water, but the
boy was not to fish in peace that day, for fresh
trouble came on him.
Seddeely turning a corner, he perceived before
Ma, eight or Me of his cbool-fllowsr amiMn
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themselves by different boyish sports, and at one
glace Tom saw that the same five boys were
amongst them who had been seeking the rabbit a
the morning, and who had been annoyed in their
diversion by hi shouts. Two of them wer prace
timing leaping, the one with a pole, the other by a
standing jump. And Tom hoped they would be 6
much engaged in their play that they would not
see him; but he hoped in vain, for Ranger jst
choosing the moment for a bark or coagN the
boys looked up and knew him, and his dog.
There is Tom Page, cried one, let us catch him,
and give him a good thraming for piling our
sport; come boys after him.
Tom waited to hear no more, but sprnng for
wards, nmning he kew not where.
Seeing that he feared their approach, the boys
threw down their leaping poles, and prepared to
Fair and edy, criad one of the bhiubys,
ime to one in joe Tom ha not al
aS, we -uld not A* raee after him.
Be banare eOf deboyarasing amea Tomwat
thk asigot ortst ofdthem aofa thbt aU
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Ranger are not to be seen. Four of the boys are
watching to see the race, that it is all fair, as they
call it; but they were soon unable to judge, as their
,companions ran after Tom down towards the bank
of the pool, or trout-stream, which fell into the sea
some miles distant. Fortunately for Tom, these
fite boys hindered each other, for none liked to be
ist, and if they were by chance left so, and there
must of necessity be one the hindermost,-that
one clung to the collar or coat of him before, and
prevented him running with ease.
On, on, ran Tom, with Ranger at his heels, till
he was quite out of breath, whilst the shouts and
threats of his pursuers were borne on the wings
of the wind so quickly to his ears, that more
than once he fancied be could feel the hand of one
or another upon his dmes. This only urged him
on, and finding his breath failing him, he looked
around eagerly for some hiding pace. But nothing
could he see, but the short grasy bank which
bordered the ide of po ; for though the
reeds and sedges grew high the spots where they
grew in plenty, were so marshy, that Tom oold
not hope to hids himself among th Coe to
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the bank, however, and fastened to a post b a
ope, was a small boat, which belonged to a fish
erman of the neighbourhood; and as Tom's leg
ached from running, and the boys' threats till
rang in his ears, he jumped into the boat and with.
out waiting to think, he unwound the rope which
fastened it to the post.
Ranger would have got into the boat after hk*,
but Tom remembered at that moment, that it was
Ranger's bark which had roused the boy, and be-
coming very angry, he gave the faithful creature
more bad names than I choose to write down ia n
ths boek. l
Por patient Ranger, bow quiety he Nta&
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now; and yet you would hardly fancy that, a
moment or two ago, be had to run away from Tom
s fast as he could, for the naughty boy threw a
large wooden peg, which he had found in the bot-
tom of the boat, against the gentle animaL
As the dog went off, Tom became aware that
the boat was in motion, and he was very glad to
Aad it was moving away, for his schoolfellows
were just coming in sight, and he much feared be-
mg caught by them.
They came down to the waters edge, and Roger
mockingly wished him a pleasant journey; add-
ing, If the stream were to swallow you up, cockle-
shell and all, master Tom, the world would be much
the better for getting rid of so troublesome a fellow
as you are.
Tom knew they could not come near him to
touch him, so he began to abuse them, calling them
cowards, For it is only cowards like you, he said,
who would fight five to one.
Who is so great a coward as yourself, Tom
Page cried Roger, shouting as loud as he could;
for the boat was carrying Tom away from sthem
Who is so grmet a coward as you, Tom Page, who
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are afraid of speaking your bad and insolent la-
guage, till you know you are far enough to escape
a thrashing? but mind, lad, you shall have it when
next I catch you; for this is not the first of twenty
times that you have deserved it.
Ay, cried another boy, as the lads walked up
the bank, I should say that whenever you meet
Tom Page, Roger, you should give him a caufln
for he either has deserved it, or will deserve it a
five minutes afterwards for his troublesome way.
But to return to Tom, whose mocking a
and insulting words, were no longer heard by hi
school-fellows. The boat moved aloug so gently
down the stream, that the foolish boy, seeing there
were two oars in it, fancied that be could, when-
ever he wished it, turn it about and go wherever
he chose. He had a great habit of talking to him-
self, when he had no other person to whom he
could speak; and as he had much to say to him-
self, in his strange, new condition, he went mutter-
ing on, all the way.
Well, he said, this is fine; I have distaaced the
lads nicely, but I should not relish going vr far
neither. The boat don't move mueh I tbik but
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those rushes on the bank there look as if they were
swimming along at a fine rate-it is the water that
makes them look so. Eh! but it is not-surely-
no, it can't be the boat. Well, to be sure, and it is
the boat; I think I must be looking out for some
nice place to land in, for it won't do to go on at
this rate much longer.
But what must I do ? he next thought, I shan't
like to go home till bed time, for if Sam's father
has gone up with his silly story to our house,
why then I shall get a thrashing; so I must wait
till it is time to sneak off to bed.
Father goes to market to-morrow, and if he has
not something to think of besides me and Short
Sam the day after that, why then we must have
it out between us, I suppose. But I am not such
an idiot as to go home now and find father piping
hot about the matter.
Poor Tom Page, what a sad state was he in,
though he was then as indifferent to the danger
that threatened his body, as he was to that which
threatened his soul.
Tom's bad actions were now endangering his
life, though, as I said before, he did not know the
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risk he ran; and so he went gently gliding down
in his boat, for the current was not strong, and for
a time all was pleasant.
But the boy knew he was doing wrong, and his
mind was not at ease; though, for the present, not
quite satisfied with his own way of going on, yet
he was very far from wishing to do right; and now
his conscience not letting him rest, he began to
find excuses for his conduct.
What a little fool that short Sam is,he said aloud,
why could he not take care of himself? Or why
could he not have got off the parapet when he
heard his father coming ? Then too, why did he
say, I put him there ? But I promise him, he shall
suffer for telling of me; the very next time I catch
him I will give him a thrashing. If it had not been
for him, I should not have been seen by Roger and
the lads, and then I should not have got into this
boat,-for, to own the truth, I do not think I know
how to get it to land. Well, I shall presently meet
with some fishermen, and I am sure they cannot
be so ill-natured as not to help me. So for awhile
longer, Tom and his boat went on unchecked; but
soon the boy perceived the night was approaching,
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which made him seriously anxious to land, and for
this purpose he stooped to take up the oars from
the bottom of the boat; but oh! how alarmed he
was, and what a fearful shriek he uttered when he
found the boat swayed from side to side in a most
alarming manner at his least motion.
Oh, I wish I was back again, he cried, that I was
at home with mother and Mary. Oh father, help!
he& father, father. Oh! oh! he cried again on
venturing to look behind him, and seeing how far
he was from where he left the shore. Oh! oh!
the banks are going from me-I shall be drowned,
I shall be drowned-Oh what shall I do?
In his alarm, he dropped his rod, which he had
held till that time in his hand, into the water, but
he was too much occupied by his dangerous situa-
tion even to think of it, much less to regret its loss.
As the stream approached nearer the sea, it in-
creased in width, and the low banks all round
seemed very far away. The sun was getting low,
and was looking fiery, and it shed a red glow upon
Oh! oh! cried Tom again, on first perceiving the
sea; Oh! oh! if this vile boat should go on and on
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:ill it brings me into the sea, then indeed-indeed I
shall be drowned, and I shall never see father and
mother and Mary again. Oh! I wish I had mind-
ed father better; and I wish too, that I had heeded
mother all those times, when she talked to me and
Mary about God; and told us that God loves us.
I wish I had, Oh! I wish I had.
Tom thought that his voyage had lasted a long,
long time, much longer than it really had; but now
he began to think that he flew over the waters,
though the current was not really strong near the
sea. The poor boy hid his face in his hands, he
believed he must be drowned, and he did not dare
look up, but he was roused by hearing a shout as
if close to his ear.
Keep away-keep away, can't you? Do you
want to be drowned, and to drown me too?
DUTY IS SAFETY;
Tom looked up, and he found that his boat had
been drawn by the current, more towards the bank
on the right side, and within a short distance of
him was a small boat, called a coracle, in which a
man was seated engaged in fishing.
As Tom first looked up, he saw, as you see in
the picture, the fisherman so intent on what he was
doing, that, having called to Tom to mind his boat.
he had almost forgotten that any person was near
Oh! pray help me, cried poor Tom, as his boat
was still borne on, though very slowly; pray help
me, I shall be drowned. Oh! what shall I do?
What business have you in a boat at all, said
the fisherman angrily, if you do not know how to
Oh! have pity upon me, Sir, replied the frighten-
ed boy, or I shall-indeed I shall be drowned.
Tom afterwards used to say to Mary, that he
did not know how the next few minutes passed, he
only remembered that the fisherman laid his rod and
line in his boat, and kept on one side of him, and
telling him what he was to do, in such a clear
manner, that it was impossible to mis-understand
OR, TIOUULBNIB TOM.
And, Mary, used Tom to add, I did exactly as
he'directed, and in a few minutes more, I found
myself on the bank.
The frightened boy fell upon his knees, and would
have thanked the fisherman for his life, but the man
bade him lose no time, but hurry home, as his
parents might be alarmed at his absence. And
mind, lad, he added, before you lay your head on
your bed this night, thank your God for sparing
your life, for assuredly you would have been
drowned if He had not mercifully provided for you
a friend in time of danger.
At first Tom was so happy to find himselfon land
again, that he did not think of the long way he had
to go before he could reach his home. The fish-
erman had returned to his boat, and the boy was
left by himself to commence his walk.
Where am I? he thought, as he looked round
him. Ah! yonder is the wood, on the other side of
which is father's farm, but how very far away it
seems; I did not think I could have come so far in
that abominable boat. Well, I shall believe father
next time, whenhe says, "Duty is Safety." But I
wish I had Ranger with me-it was a pity I sent him
home-good Ranger, I wish I had him here now.
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The lower rays of the-sun were dipping into the
waves, and Tom, alarmed lest the night should
come in quickly, set himself to walk towards the
It was not a pleasant thought for this naughty
boy, to remember that he had left home without
permission, and had gone in a direction unknown
to his friends, so that even if they wished to send
and seek him, how were they likely to guess the
right road, in which they could find him ?
Tom walked rapidly on for some time, but though
he did so, the wood appeared as far off as ever.
And again he thought of Ranger, for he felt that if
he had the faithful dog with hun, he should be safe
Ranger would no doubt have been a great com-
fort to Tom in walking through the wood, but
Ranger could not have eased his mind, for the boy
was beginning, for the first time, to regret his bad
actions, for now he really was made to feel the
evil, bad conduct brings upon those who pursue it.
It was not of himself, that such thoughts could
arise; but they were put into his mind by God, who
now in mercy was chastising this boy, as a father
chastises his child, to bring him to acknowledge
OR, TROUBLBSOMI TOM.
that the ways of righteousness are the ways of
peace. Tom would have now willingly consented,
even to get a thrashing from his father, if he could
ensure by that his speedy return home, but could this
his wish have been granted to him, it is probable he
would have been as naughty as ever the next day,
andes justly as before have deserved his name of
Troublesome Tom. But God was dealing kindly by
this boy, and by his present troubles and fears,
bringing to his mind a full conviction of his past
stubbornness and sinful doings.
The first good feeling that evinced itself in him,
was an acknowledgment of his cruelty to Ranger.
I have sent the dog from me, by my unkindness, he
said; I wish that I had made a friend of Ranger
-I will never fling anything at poor Ranger again
-oh that I had him with me now. But what
must I do ? The house of short Sam's granny is
the nearest that I know, if I could only get there
-but no that will not do-I can't go there-they
won't take me in there, they will be afraid of my
troublesome ways. I wish I had not played that
trick on the boy-what could I do it for?
STom went on very well whilst the light continu-
ed, but the sun had hardly gone quite down, before
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many stormy clouds began to gather from the sea.
These dark clouds, as they came rolling on, soon
shut out the light, but Tom still for a little while
could see the wood before him, and the white
waters of the pool.
The boy did not love darkness, indeed it is not
pleasant to any one who is not safe in bed, and
ready for a good sleep. I don't like this darkness,
he said aloud: if I loved God, I might not mind it
as I do now. Mary says, she is not afraid in the
dark, for God can see her then, as well as when
the bright sun shines. I wonder if I was to obey
father and mother as Mary does, whether I should
learn like her, not to mind night; for even at home,
when I am in bed, I do not like to lie awake in the
dark, when nobody is stirring. Mary says, when
she is frightened, she repeats some little verse she
has learnt at school, and then she asks God to
take care of her, and she is frightened no more.
Oh! how I wish I knew a verse to say like Mary,
but then I never learn mine at school, or if I do
learn it, I only just get up to say to the master,
and I am sure I could not say it again five minutes
afterwards; but then I might ask God to take care
of me, for I may use my own words for that,-but
OR, TROUBLBSOMB TOM.
no, I can't do that either, for God is angry with
me, and I deserve his anger. Oh how very wicked I
have always been, and now perhaps I am going to
die in this wood, and then what will become of
me ?-surely--surely I shall not go to heaven.
The poor boy now began to weep most piteous-
ly; but he still continued his way, though his foot
often stumbled against loose stones, which his tears
prevented him from seeing. All at once he started,
and stood still, for at that moment a rustling, roar-
ing noise came to his ears. Tom turned to where
the noise came from, but the sky was so black
with clouds, he could not see what it was.
The boy was too frightened to discover that it
was in reality only the wind which came sud-
denly over the sea, raising the waves and dashing
them on the shore.
Oh, it it is a bear, he cried, and I shall be killed,
and he set himself to run, he knew not whither, as
fast as his feet would carry him.
Whilst Tom is running, I will explain to you
why he expected to meet a bear in England, where
no bears are to be found.
The young farmer who had dined at his father's
house that day, had read them a true story of a
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bear having escaped from a wild beast show, and
taken refuge in a blacksmith's forge, where for
some time it remained quite quiet.
When night set in, it became more bold, and
made such a noise in the forge, that it roused the
blacksmith and his wife, who came out with pokers
OR, TROUBLB8OMB TOM.
and sticks to see what was the matter. Oh, how
alarmed they were when they saw the things -all
tossed about the forge, all the horse-shoes lying
scattered on the ground, whilst in a corner, they
saw the fierce eyes of the dreadful animal, and its
horrible paws, one gripe from which might be
death. How they got rid of it Tom never heard,
but he had seen the picture I now show you, and
can you wonder that, with the bad conscience he
had, when he heard the roaring of the wind, and
could see nothing from the darkness, that he should
fancy it was the dreadful bear ?
On, on he ran, he knew not where, but this I can
say, it was quite in a different direction from his
home, and he might even have run into the pool,
had there not been One who guided him, though
he knew it not, and that was his God-that good
God who made him, and whose holy book and
service he had hated even to hear about.
After awhile, as he did not hear the sound again,
he ceased running, for he was very tired, and look-
ing round him he perceived a light in the distance
as if coming from a house.
Ho once'more hastened on his way, but this
time it was towards the light, and soon he came to
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a large cottage, or small house, from the windows
and door of which, the fire-light shone brightly.
The night was warm, not a breath was stirring
those who were wise in such matters, expected a
storm in a very short time; it was so close that it
was no wonder that both the windows and door
of the cottage were wide open.
Just as Tom reached the cottage, some of the
dark clouds for a few minutes let in the light of
the moon, so that there was light both within and
without the cottage.
Peeping cautiously in at the door, Tom saw
within a good-sized apartment, with much useful,
and some pieces of even handsome furniture scat-
tered about. There were two cupboards, and a
gridiron, and three pounds of candles, several tube
and barrels, and a hamper, as if the people dealt
in liquor. Every thing was out of its place, and
scattered over the floor of the kitchen, and there
was an unpleasant smell of gunpowder, which did
not alarm Tom a little, for he could not imagine
for what it had been used at such a time of night.
Suddenly there was a report as of a very small
cannon, and then be heard the voice of a child
crying, Mother-mother, come down here-mo-
OR, TROUBLRSOMR TOM.
other, come; those boys are shooting at my dolL
Taking courage at hearing it was but at a doll;
Tom stepped forwards and again looked in, but he
was forced to draw back immediately, for be dis-
covered a new cause of alarm.
The voice of the girl had brought down her mo-
ther, and if you will look at the first picture in this
book, you will see what Tom saw, but I do not
think you can guess the reason for his fear.
There are the three rude boys and their sister,
whose doll they have been shooting with that toy
cannon. How frightened the children seem of
their mother, and look, in her anger, she has seized
the lighted stick with which they had let off the
cannon, and see, that boy has overturned the beer
jug, and you may be sure he will catch it severely
as soon as his mother finds it out.
But what was it that alarmed Tom so much ?
you ask; why, he knew the woman again, though
she had changed her dress, for the very same per-
son whom he had directed to go a wrong road
that morning. Yes, he said to himself in a low
voice, yes, it is the very woman I sent three miles
round this morning, and if she should see mo-if
she should know me again, she might perhaps beat
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me to death. I must not stay here, I had better
die on the waste. How could I have been so fool-
ish ?-here is another of my pranks, and what have
they brought on me ?-nothing but trouble.
Hearing the boys making towards the door ot
the house to avoid their angry mother, who had
just discovered the overturned pitcher of beer,
Tom once more hastened on his way, though he
was now so tired and hot, that he could scarcely
draw one leg after another.
He had lost his road on his alarm at what he
thought was the angry growl of a bear; and mis-
taking the dark clouds for the wood, he kept blun-
dering on along the waste, sometimes stumbling
over sand heaps, sometimes slipping into holes,
and sometimes falling his whole length along the
ground, and still he was no nearer his home.
It was about two hours before midnight, when
the wind suddenly lulled, and thunder, loud thunder,
roared in the heavens, whilst the sky ever and anon
blazed with the forked lightning. Tom was na-
turally afraid of lightning: it is no wonder there-
fore that now, alone and unbefricnded, he should
be driven half wild with fear, on finding himself
exposed to a violent storm.
OR, TROUBLESOMB TOM.
Oh, I shall be killed, I shall be killed, he cried.
God is very angry with me, and I deserve to die-
Oh! what will become of me ? what shall I do ?
Oh! if that dreadful lightning strikes me-Oh! I de-
serve it all! what a wicked, wicked lad I have been!
The wearied and frightened boy could no longer
support himself against his numerous troubles, and
falling upon the ground, he hid his face with his
hands, whilst his terror was such that for some
time he could not even think.
When roused to recollection, he became aware
that the storm was passing away, but the heavy
rain, with which it had been accompanied, had wet
him to the skin, and even now it had not entirely
ceased. Poor Tom was cold, wet, and hungry-
all around him was full of terrors,'but it was right,
and it was very good for him that be had been
made for so many hours to think of what he had
brought upon himself by his ill behaviour.
The words of his father," Duty is Safety," rang
in his ears through all those fearful hours; he
thought that he heard them in the beating of the
waves, and in the roaring of the thunder.
Nothing had brought the folly of his teasing,
troublesome ways so much to his mind, as the last
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thing which happened to him; For who could have
thought, he said, when I played that fool's trick to
that woman this morning, that I should, before
midnight, want a bit of bread and a night's lodg-
ing from her hands ?
Then came the wish that he was a better boy,
that God would give him a new heart, and make
him his own child; and the poor boy wept and
sobbed bitterly, for he was now fully conscious of
what a bad boy he had been. It was then put into
his mind, that if there was no human creature to
help him, yet he had a Father and Saviour in
OR, TROUBLUOMB TOM.
heaven, and he knelt down and prayed, as may be
seen in the picture on the opposite page.
Can this be the same troublesome boy who was
the dread of all his neighbours but a little while ago,
who kneels there confessing all his evil ways, and
praying his God to make him his own dear child ?
Yes, it is, and it is God, who has blessed all his
troubles to him, for God can give a new nature to
the worst child at any time in which it pleases him
so to do. Whilst Tom was still on his knees, a
verse his mother had taught him came to his mind
and brought him comfort; it was this-- (I will arise
and go to my father, and I will say, Father, I have
sinned against heaven, and before thee, and I am
not worthy to be called thy son." That is what
the prodigal son says, thought he, and he was for-
given, then I may hope that both my earthly and
my heavenly father will forgive me.
As Tom rose from his knees, the lightning flash-
ed once more in the heavens, and he saw before
him a small farm-house, or cottage, within a hun-
dred yards of where he stood. He hastened to it,
but found it was untenanted, for though he knock-
ed again he heard no one stirring within.
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He turned away with tears in his eyes, not
knowing what to do next, when he saw near the
house, by the now friendly lightning, a gardep or
tool house, the door of which was half open. Tom
immediately went towards it, and pushing open the
door, he entered, and seeing some straw in a corner,
he threw himself on it, and in a few minutes tho
poor weary child was fast asleep.
Tom's troubles and frights had been very great,
but what were they to what all at home had suffer-
ed? -Short Sam's granny was the first who brought
any news of the boy, for it was not an hour after
OR, TROUBLCIOME TOJ.
he had left the stone bridge, before she came up to
the farm to tell how he had served her grandson.
Mr. Page was much vexed, but he said he would
pay Tom well when he could catch him.
Ranger came back whilst the old woman was at
the farm, but just then no one took much notice of
the matter, for Mr. Page was very angry with his
son, out he was obliged to go on business, and he
went out thinking that Tom would be sure to be at
home when he came back.
But hour passed after hour and no Tom came,
so that Mrs. Page and Mary became from minute
to minute more and more frightened, as they fore-
saw the storm.
He must be with his father, ma'am, said the maid,
master has found him on the way and has taken
him with him.
This idea comforted Mrs. Page and her daughter
for awhile, and Mary was sent to bed. But oh!how
alarmed was the mother when her husband returned
about an hour before midnight without his son!
The storm was now raging in its fury, but none at
the farm thought of it excepting on account of Tom,
and notwithstanding the heavy rain, the maid was
sent to Barbara's to inquire if the boy was there.
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Perhaps you will think the lightning would serve
for a lantern, but the maid has to pass by a brook,
and the heavy rains cause it to swell and to over-
flow its banks, and then when the lightning is not
playing, the night is so dark that it would be most
probable Betty would make a false step.
But Tom was not to be found at Barbara's. And
when Betty returned with this sad news, what a
bustle was there in the farm, that even the children
were roused from their sleep by this unusual com-
motion at such an hour.
That was a miserable night at the farm; Mr.
OR, TROUBLB8OMB TOM.
Page and his men were out in all the rain; Mrs.
Page and her children did nothing but cry, and
Barbara too came, and she was as much troubled
as any, for she really loved Tom.
Mary had fallen into a very heavy sleep when she
first lay down, for she had cried till her head ached
severely, but she was awakened before midnight,
by the noise of the storm crashing fearfully over
her head. Every minute almost there was a flash
of lightning, followed by a clap of the loudest
thunder. Mary started up in bed, she thought of
her poor brother, and longed to know if he was
come home: she thought she heard voices below,
and she got up and dressed herself, dark as it was
between the flashes; she then crept to the stairs
which went down into the kitchen, and sat herself
on one of the steps; there she heard the maid
talking to her mother, and trying to comfort her.
Mistress, said the maid, you may be quite sure that
they be got into some house together, and be quite
I wish I could think as you do, answered Mrs.
Page, but the fault is all mine, I have spoiled that
boy, and now he will bring destruction on himself
and his father too.
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It has not been so much you, mistress, as Barba-
ra, answered the maid, it is but nature as makes
parents spoil their children, but it is all along of
serving her own ends, as makes that Barbara sugar
master Tom over as she does.
And is not that nature, too, Jane ? asked Mrs.
Page: self lies at the bottom of all we do, when
God is out of our thoughts, and this is what I now
feel, and what fills me with terror for my husband
and my son.
Well to be sure, mistress! replied Jane, but may
be God will spare you from your fears, God is good.
Aye, Jane! God is good; said Mrs. Page, but
sometimes in his very goodness he corrects us; his
goodness is not blind and weak, like mine has been
towards my son; though I now see, that that selfish
fondness, which I once thought had so much love
in it, was nothing but cruelty to the child. Here
the poor woman began to cry again, and to sob
Poor Mary, all this while, sat on the stairs listed.
ing, at one minute to the thunder, and the next to
her mother's sobs, whilst many thoughts passed
through her mind ; uch thoughts as she never bad
OR, TROUBLESOME TOM.
I know that we are all sinners, was one of bei
thoughts, but then our Lord died to save sinners,
and he has promised that he will hear us when we
pray; I can do nothing for father and brother to
night but pray-I will pray-Oh! my God, put a
right prayer in my mouth; and she got up and
turned round and knelt upon the step above her,
and she prayed, that if God thought it right, he
would save her father and brother from the light-
ning, and that he would give her brother a new
heart, and a right spirit, and make him a holy,
happy child. She prayed till her young mind got
confused and could not go along with her words,
and then she sat down again, and then more com-
fortable thoughts were put into her heart. The
lightning, she thought, seems to come by chance,
and to strike down any where as it happens; but
that is not true, God brings it out of the clouds,
and it can go no where without God's leave. It
cannot strike father, or Tom, if God says it shall
not; and if he says it shall, no house can save them.
Father and Tom are safe, then, in God's care, as
safe as I am here. I wish, I wish I could trust God.
God himself had put this last pious wish into the
child's heart, and he soon also granted her desire ,
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for though the storm went on raging, and she still
heard her mother's sobs, she became much more
easy; and as she did not think it right to go down
into the kitchen, she crept up to her bed, and laid
herself down in her clothes, and soon fell asleep.
Mary slept till it was light; the storm was past,
and the morning calm: she could not rest, however,
another minute, she sprang up and put her dis-
ordered dress to rights, she took her bonnet in her
hand and crept down stairs.
She found Jane in the kitchen, and asked if there
was any news yet of poor Tom ?
None, replied Jane, we have heard nothing of
him nor master. I got mistress to lie down with
the baby about an hour since; poor soul, she was
ready to drop. I hope she has fallen asleep.
Tell her, then, Jane, when she wakes, said Mary,
that I am going down to the village, and may per-
haps see somebody who can tell me something
about my poor brother. I hope I shall come back
with good news.
Well, don't you be getting into danger, too, and
bringing more trouble, answered Jane.
As Mary went out at the door she tied on her
bonnet, and took the shortest way to the village.
OR, TI0UBLUSOMB TOM.
The sun had not risen long, and bad not yet
dried the rain, which had fallen a short time before,
from the ground, or even from the trees and herbs.
Mary hoped that she should meet many people
going to their work, whom she might ask about
Tom; but she saw no one till she came up with a
man who was very old and very deaf.
When she asked him if he had heard anything
of her brother, he answered as if she had inquired
of him what he had thought of the storm.
Ay, to be sure, he said, it was enough to frighten
a body out of his seven senses. We shall hear
afore long of many as haye been killed, I has no
doubt. never saw the lightning strike down
more direct in all my time. I said to my old wo-
man, says I-
But my brother Tom, said Mary, have you heard
anything about him ?
No! to be sure! he a'nt struck, is he ? But that
to be sure, is what the man at the door of the barn
I come by, was talking of. They said that some-
body or something had been struck in the night, and
lay all along in the morning, as black as my hat. j
Where ? What men ? asked Mary.
Them in the barn just beyond, said the old moa,
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and away flew Mary towards the barn; but the
doors were shut, and not a creature there. On
ran the poor child, and the next person she met
was Short Sam. She stopped him, and asked him
if be had heard of anybody being killed with light-
ning the last night.
Ay, to be sure, said Sam. Father was the first
that found him; he was all as black as my shoe;
and burnt up, father said, like a cinder; and there
he lay under the tree, but the tree worn't touched,
so father took him up, and carried him down home
to the master's, and there he is lying in the fold.
Mary almost screamed, Who ? What ? my poor
Your brother! said Short Sam, how comes he
to be your brother Miss ? I is talking of a sheep!
A sheep! repeated Mary, but you have frighten-
ed me terribly, Sam. Do tell me, what do you
know about my brother?
I knows no more of him, answered Sam, but
that be perched me atop of the bridge yesternight,
for which father threatened to hide him, and then
he went off along the brook side.
Mary staid no longer to talk to Short Sam, but
Sihe flew again towards the church and school-
'OB, TROUBIJaIO TOM. 59
house. She thought she might hear something of
her brother from the master or the boys.
She crossed the churchyard in haste; there was
not a person moving about it, but the daws were
making a noise in the old tower. She went round
the church, and there she heard the voices of the
boys at play.
They were to go into school at seven o'clock,
and to have an hour's work before breakfast; aut
it was not yet seven, and there were a party of
them under a fine old oak tree playing at marbs,
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whilst the kind schoolmaster looked on and en*
How surprised were they all at seeing Mary!
She ran up to the master, and whilst she told her
story, she shed many tears. The master and all
the boys looked at her with concern; and such of
the boys as were farthest off, and did not hear
what she said, were told in whispers by the others,
that Troublesome Tom, as everybody called him,
had been lost all night. On hearing this, Roger,
who had just come into the playground, came for-
ward and said, that he had seen Tom Page the
evening before, sailing down the river by himself
in an open boat.
Why did you not tell me what you had seen ?
asked the master.
I did not see you afterwards, Sir, answered
And he would have enough to do, muttered
another boy, to tell all Tom's pranks.
Go back, Mary, said the master, and tell at
home what Roger says, though may be you had
better not speak of it to your mother.
You boys may play on till breakfast time, whilst
Oat TIONULasOlm TOM.
I go and send people to where Tom was last seen.
Do you, Roger, then come with me.
Poor Mary then ran home, being now more
afraid of the mischief having come by water than
by lightning; for she feared never again to see her
When Mary got home, she found her father just
returned, but without Tom. The poor man dearly
loved his son, and he was very sorry that he had
driven the boy angrily from him the day before,
instead of keeping him with him, and reproving
him steadily. When he heard what Mary said, he
wrung his hands and cried, My son is drowned!
My son! My son! Then suddenly recollecting him-
self, he kissedMary, and bade her go to her mother,
adding, I am going to seek your poor brother. I
shall not return tillI find him alive or dead, as God
pleases. I have done very wrong, Mary, and I am
severely punished for it, for when Tom was a child,
I indulged him in everything, and I should have
been more gentle to him yesterday; it is in a great
degree my own fault, for his being a naughty boy.
But the story of the travels of Tom's father
would be as long as Tom's own story if it were to
be told, so I shall only say, that after wandering
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over the downs for more than two hours, he at
length reached the cottage, in the tool-house of
which Tom slept.
The farmer's loud calls upon his boy, woke him
from his long and refreshing sleep, and without
waiting to think what he should say, Tom ran to
his father and fell down on his knees, praying him
to forgive him and saying he knew himself to be
a very bad boy.
His father raised him in his arms, and told him
that all he required of him was, that henceforth he
would be led by those whom God had set over him,
never doubting that all his heavenly Father order-
ed for him was for his good. But now, my boy,
OR, TROUBLESOME TOI.
he said, let us hasten to your mother and sister, who are
in sore distress on your account.
Oh how did they hurry to return to the farm, but
they saw no one till they came to the very door of the
kitchen, where they met the maid and Barbara, whom
they stopped from crying out at the sight of Tom, by
putting their fingers on their lips. Mr. Page gave his
hat and stick to Betty, and telling Tom to keep behind
him, he went quietly into the kitchen.
Mrs. Page was sitting by the fire; she had been up
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She had only sat down a few minutes before, and was
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believe what you told me, that Duty is Safety, and that
when I gave up my heart to be undutiful, I was always
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