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Title: Fourth of July
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Title: Fourth of July
Physical Description: 16 p. : 1 ill. ; 11 cm.
Language: English
Creator: American Sunday-School Union
Publisher: American Sunday School Union
Place of Publication: Philadelphia
Publication Date: 183-?
Subject: Fourth of July -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Fireworks -- Accidents -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Obedience -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Genre: Chapbooks   ( rbgenr )
Chapbooks.   ( rbgenr )
non-fiction   ( marcgt )
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: Wood engraving: illustration on p. 1.
General Note: Poem "What I must do": p. 16.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: oclc - 31873606

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OH dear, how I do wish the 41h
of July would come," said little
Edward Hart to his mother; how
happy I shall be!"
"Perhaps not so happy as you
imagine, Edward," answered his

mother. "It is best to enjoy every
day as much as you can, and not
to be so anxiously wishing for the
time to pass away."
But, mother, of course I shallbe
happy on the fourth. I have got a
great many bunches of crackers to
fire off; and then the- soldiers are
to march, and the procession will
go through our street with music,
and the firemen are to be out too,
and I know I shall be as happy
as I can be all day."
"Well, Edward, I hope you
will," said his mother; "but I al-
ways dread such days myself. If


you had a father or older brother
to look after you, and watch you,
it would be different; but you
know we always see accounts of so
many accidents after 'the Fourth.'"
"So we do, mother; but I am
old enough to look after myself.
Why I shall be ten years old next
month! You do not think I would
go into any danger, do you ?"
"We cannot always tell when
we are in danger, my son; and
many an older boy than you has
been hurt or killed on the fourth
of July."
Well, that must have been be-


cause they were very careless,"
said Edward. "Depend upon it,
mother, I shall take good care and
keep out of danger."
The wished-for day came at last,
and Edward was up at the firing
of the first gun, and out in the
street. He fired off his crackers;
he saw the processions, and heard
the music, and enjoyed himself
very much all day. When he
came home to his tea, he said, 0
mother, there are to be splendid
fireworks upon the green to-night;
will you let me go and see them ?"
"No, Edward, do not ask me,"


said his mother. "I have allowed
you to be out all day, though I
have felt very uneasy about you,
and now that I have you safe, I
cannot allow you to go away from
home again to-night. You know
that it is not dark till nearly nine
o'clock, and the fire-workjyil .not
begin till after your usual time of
going to bed; so say no more
about it, my son."
Edward knew that his mother's
mind was made up, and that teas-
ing would do no good; and I am
sorry to say he looked cross and un-
happy all the evening. He ought to

have remembered that his kind
mother allowed him every pleasure
that she could, and he should have
been willing, at once, to give up
his will to her's; but he sat gloomy
and silent, till his mother told him
it was time to go to bed. He got
up and went out of the room with-
out bidding his kind mother good-
night, and went to bed; but he
could not sleep. His window was
raised, and he heard the hum of
voices from the green. At last he
heard a rocket whizz through the
air, and then the boys and men


gave a tremendous shout; and
Edward thought,
"I cannot stand it any longer.
Mother will never know it, if I slip
down stairs, and go out at the back
door, and go down to the green for
a little while. I can be back and in
bed again before she leaves the
So this naughty boy got up and
dressed himself, and slipped down
stairs very quietly, and ran off
to the green. Just as he came
near, a bright wheel was playing,
and its brilliant light showed the
hundreds of people on the green.


It looked like a mass of human
heads; for all the people from the
country around had flocked into
the village to keep "the Fourth."
Now the boy who was setting
off the fireworks, had very care-
lessly laid them all down in a box,
and had put no cover over it.
But he had not fired many of them
off, before some sparks fell into the
box, and, with a tremendous noise,
they all went off together among
the crowd. There was no time for
escape; rockets, wheels, serpents,
were flying about in all directions;
wounding and killing wherever


they went. One little boy was
picked up by two men, but was
too much hurt to speak. They
asked, Do you know whose boy
this is?" Some boys came and
looked at him, and said, It is Ed-
ward Hart; his mother lives up in
the white house by the elm trees."
Yes, it was our little disobedient
boy; and how do you think his mo-
ther felt, as she was sitting at her
work, sewing for the very little boy
whom she thought was asleep up
stairs, when she saw him brought in
senseless, in the arms of two men.
He had been stunned by the fall, but

his most serious injury was a deep
burn upon his side.
His anxious mother watched by
him all night, and for many days
and nights attended him with the
greatest care, and dressed his side,
and never once reproached him.
And there, through all the warm
summer weather, when other boys
were out at their play, Edward
had to lie in bed, suffering and
One day, as he was getting
better, he sat bolstered up in
bed, looking very intently at his
mother, who was sewing by the


window. At last he said, "Mo-
ther, I have had a great many
thoughts on my bed, that I have
never told you. Here you have
watched me, and dressed my burn,
so many times a day, and sat by
me so patiently at night, and you
have been ready to jump up at any
moment, no matter how tired you
were, without once complaining;
and when I have been nervous and
fretful with the pain, you have
never said, as so many would have
done, 'Well, it's all your own
fault;' and never have reproached
me with my disobedience."


No, Edward," said his mother,
"I have not distressed you with
reproaches, because I knew that
every day, as you were stretch-
ed upon that bed, you were
learning a lesson upon the sin of
disobedience; and I have hoped
too, my darling boy, that you have
thought that you did not sin against
your mother alone, but against that
God who has commanded you to
honour and obey your mother. I
hope you have asked forgiveness
of him, as well as of me."
Oh! mother, I have; but do
you think he will forgive such


a very wicked boy as I have
been ?"
Yes, Edward, if you pray to
him in sincerity, and love him truly,
for he says of such, I will forgive
their iniquity, and I will remember
their sin no more.' "
"I have thought, mother," said
Edward, that that rocket was sent
to strike me down, just because I
was disobedient and wicked. Do
you think it was?"
"I cannot tell, Edward. We
sometimes see such instances of
the direct punishment of sin; but
still I have no doubt, that there


were boys more openly wicked than
you on the green that night, who
escaped unhurt; while many, much
better, were struck down. God
rules in a mysterious way, and we
cannot understand the reasons for
what he does.
Do you remember the Psalmist
says that when he saw the pros-
perity of the wicked,' and that
they were 'not in trouble as
other men,' he was envious of
them. But when he went into the
sanctuary of God, and inquired of
Him there, then he understood
their end.' You will have reason


for gratitude to God all your life,
for the suffering he has sent upon
you, if you have been led, by it, to
place you trust in him. You have
suffered much, but how much bet-
ter to suffer as you have done here,
if you are led by it to repentance,
than to go on unchecked in sin, till
you find yourself in that dreadful
world, 'where the worm dieth not,
and the fire is not quenched.' "


What I must do.

I MUST not sin as many do,
Lest I lie down in sorrow too;
For God is angry every day
With wicked ones who go astray.

From sinful words I must refrain;
I must not take God's name in vain;
I must not work, I must not play
Upon God's holy Sabbath-day.
And if my parents speak the word,
I must obey them in the Lord:
Nor steal, nor lie, nor waste my days
In idle tales and foolish plays.


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