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Title: Walter O'Neil
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Title: Walter O'Neil and other stories for the entertainment and instruction of the young
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Publication Date: 1852
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Wm Walter O'Neil was only ive
years old, his dear papa was taken frott .'
him by death; and in the space ofe Al
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short year, the little boy was again in
the church-yard, weeping beside the
grave of his beloved mama.
But although he was thus left alone
on earth, Walter knew that he had one
Friend who could not die, and who would
be a father to him; for he had been
taught to love and fear God: and he now
p3ld earnestly for his care and pity,
that he might be kep from sin, and one
day meet his rents in heaven.
When Walter had ended his simple
prayer he felt much comforted; laying
his head on the new-made grave, and
closing his tearful eyes, he soon forgot
his sorrow in a happy sleep. And here
let us leave him for a short time, and see
what is going on at his home.





During Walter's absence, the lady and
gentleman with whom he was henceforth
to live, had arrived; and, having taken
some refreshment, proceeded to the
church-yard, under the guidance of a do-
mestic, to seek the little orphan boy,
whom they already loved. Wal was
still asleep, and the kind lady sled t
as she stooped over hi k
pale cheek. He suddenly awoke, ,
stretching out his little arms, exclaii .
"Mama mama "
"It is not your mama, my darling,"
she said, raising him up. "She is in
For a moment he looked sorrowF l,
saying, "Oh, yes and papa too; but
will you be my mama? I think I should '



love you." He put his arm around her
neck and kissed her.
"Yes, Walter, dear," said the lady, "I
will try and supply your mama's place:
and this gentleman, too, will you not love
yes," said Walter, holding out
and, and saying, "Mama often told
too much; for although
was going to leave me, I should still
have have some one to love me and take
care of me."
After a few days Walter was told he
must leave his own home, and go to
England with his uncle and aunt, as he
called his kind friends. The poor little
boy was much grieved to hear this, as he
loved the pretty cottage where he had




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lived so happily, and the pleasant gar-
den, now so gay with flowers; but he
did not complain, for., he thought it
might displease his uncle and aunt. But
on the day before his departure, as he
visited, for the last time, all his favorite
haunts, and coaxed and fed his birds and
rabbits, he could not conceal his grief;
and sad was the face of the little boy, as
he entered the church-yard, .to cover
again with fresh flowers the two graves,
from which he could not bear to part.
Again and again did he read the simple
epitaphs, fearful of forgetting them; and
then, seating himself between the mounds
he recalled theparting words of his mama,
and resolved, with God's help, not to for-

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get or depart from the good principles
which she had taught him.
At an early hour on the following morn-
ing the carriage conveyed little Walter
from his native village. The new scenes
through which he passed soon dispelled
his grief; and, ere the day's journey was
finished, he was quite cheerful, asking
numberless questions, and gaining many
new ideas.
From Waterford they took passage in
a steamer for Bristol; and when on board,
Walter's curiosity knew no bounds. He
had seen the sea before, it is true; but,
as he said, he was such a little boy then,
he could scarcely remember it at all."
The steam engine was such a new and
wonderful thing, that he was never tired



of examining it. Mr. Lovett explained
its motion to him as simply as possible,
and Walter soon understood how the
the steam from the boiling water forced
up a large iron rod, called a piston, which
fell again, on the steam beneath it be-
ing condensed; and this action being
continued regularly, set the whole ma-



chinery at work, turning the large pad-
dle-wheels, which he had noticed on
each side of the vessel. It was hard to
say which pleased him most, to watch
the busy engine, or the water, which,
beaten by the revolving paddles, foamed
and frothed, and dashed its spray over
They remained but a short time at
Bristol, as Mr. Lovett was anxious to
reach his home, which was situated not
far from the western shore of England.
They arrived there the next day in a
Little Walter was delighted with the
house and garden, which were both larger
than those he had left; and he thought
he should soon be quite happy, if his



papa and mama did not lie quite so far
off, as he could strew no more flowers
over them now. His thoughts would
often go back to that church-yard, where
the mortal remains of his parents were
deposited, and he often wished for the
wings of a dove, once more to revisit the


WALr~ regularly attended to his les-
sons, during the morning, with his aunt;
and, as he was a quick child, and gene-
rally very attentive, it was quite a plea-
sure to teach him. At twelve o'clock
he was allowed to play in the garden, or


amuse himself as he plead until dinner
The extremity of the garden was bbunded
by a small but rapid river, which aboo
mingled it Waters with the sea; and on:
its banks, shaded by a cluster of trees,
our little boy would sit reading a favo-
rite book, 6r playing with Wallae, a.
large dog, which he had been allowed t*
bring from Ireland. The love between
Walter and his dog was naMi al, and the
child was always considered safe with
his faithful friend to guard him.
One sultry day, as Walter was enjoy-
ing his snug retreat, he heard a rustling
in the coppice, on the opposite side of
the stream. After a little while he saw
a boy push his way through the thick
branches. He had a rod and line in hisi
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hand, and, seating himself on the bank,
began leisurely to arrange his tackle.
Walter had never seen any one there be-
fore, and looked at the intruder with
some curiosity. He seemed to be three
or four years older than himself, and was
tall and strong. He wore a short smock-
frock, and his head had no covering but
his rough uncombed hair; altogether
Walter thought him an unpleasant. look-
ing boy. After the lapse of a few mi-
nutes the bait was fixed, the line thrown.
upon the water, and the young fisherman
began humming in a low tone to himself.
When tired of remaining in the same
spot he would wade into the stream.
Walter had almost forgotten him, when
he was startled by a shrill voice












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calling, "Tom, Tom where are you?
You are an idle boy I Come home di-
rectly I"
Tom made no answer, but looked sulky,
and said to himself he would not go home
to be beaten; but the calling continued,
and seeming to approach, he got up
slowly, and Walter soon lost sight of him, .
though he could not hear an angry alter
cation going on between him and his
"Poor boy I" thought Walter, "I won-
der who he is. I fear he is not good, or
he would have gone directly he was
called; but he was afraid of being eaten.
Perhaps his mother is not kind to him.
He looks very ragged and poor. I wish
I could do any thing for him.





Full of these charitable thoughts, he
slowly returned to the house, revolving
in his little mind many plans for bene-
fitting poor Tom.
All his play time was now spent by
the river, in the hope of seeing Tom
again, and not many days passed over
before he had his wish. He watched
him advancing, carrying something in
his frock; but what was little Walter's
horror, to see him take out two kittens,
and tying them together, prepare to
throw them into the water. Without
waiting to think, he called to him to stop,
entreating him not to be so cruel as to
kill them. Tom started at hearing his
voice, but as soon as he saw the little
boy's tearful face, he laughed aloud, quite

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disregarding his urgent reasons for saving
the little kittens.
"It's all very well for you to talk,
master," said Tom; "but we can't afford
to keep animals, when we are half starv-
ing ourselves."
"Half starving 1" said Walter; "how
very shocking I But you shall not starve;
for I'll give you half of my dinner, if you
will only save the kittens."
"No," said Tom, "they must die: so
here they go." At which he threw them
into the stream, at as great a distance
from Walter as he could, and the tide
rapidly carried them out of sight.
Much grieved, the kind-hearted Wal-
ter dried his eyes, and looking at Tom,
who had sat down, and was munching a


dry crust, he asked him if he lived near
that place.
Yes,"' said he. Our cottage is just
the ,other side of the wood. My father
goes out fishing, and I often go with
Do you," said Walter, 't that must be
very pleasant. I had a kind father once,
but he is dead now.'
"Indeed," said Tom, carelessly.
"Yes," returned Walter, "and then I
lived in Ireland, which is over the sea,
you know. It is a very different place
from this."
"So," said Tom with a sneer, "you
are a little Paddy, are you?"
I don't know what you mean by that,"
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making further advances by Tom's un-
pleasant manners. A long silence en-
sued, which was at length broken by
Tom asking Walter if he had ever seen
a ferret. Walter replied in the negative,
and wondered what it was.
If you will come over to me," said
Tom, "I will show you one. There are
some stones in the river a little higher
up, and you can step across them quite
Walter, uncertain whether his uncle
would approve of his going, hesitated.
'Well, won't you come?" said Tom;
"nothing will hurt you."
"I'm not afraid of that," said he,':" but
I must run and ask Mr. Lovett."
"Nonsense !" said Tom. "There's nbS



need of that: you know you can be back
in a minute."
Walter thought so too; and, as it was
some distance to the house, he did not
want the trouble of going; so he asked
Tom to show him the stones he had
spoken of. Under his direction he went
through the thick bushes, until Tom
called to him to stop. He disengaged
himself, and began cautiously to step
from stone to stone, the rushing of the
water making him giddy. Before he had
reached the other side, conscience began
to whisper that he was doing wrong. "I
do not think uncle would like it," thought
he, stopping short.
"Well what's the matter now ?" said
Tom. Come, you are just over."



"I can't go any further," said Walter.
"Why not?"
"Because I am afraid of doing wrong,"
said the little boy.
"Do not mind that," replied Tom.
"Why I, who am so much bigger than
you, never fear that." Walter looked
"Not afraid of sinning ? said he. "Do
you not know that the great God is angry
when we are naughty, and he sees all
that we do?"
"I did not ask you to preeah to me,"
said Tom, angrily. "If you are coming
to see my ferret, make haste; but if not,.
I can't stay here; so good-bye, Paddyr."
"Stay, stay," cried Walter. "Do net



be angry with me; I want to be kind to
Tom looked ashamed, and muttered
an apology.
"I have a pretty little book," said
Walter, "which I wish to give you, if
you will read it."
Tom said he could only read a little,
but he would try, if Walter wished.
"Thank you," said he. "And shall I
tell you what my mama said to me when
she was dying: Always be afraid of of-
fending God, and never disobey the voice
of conscience, lest it should cease to
speak to you.'"
"I don't know any thing about those
sort of things, so you had, better find
some one else to listen to your sermons,"


said Tom, darting out of sight, and leav-
ing little Walter to get back as he could.
Grieved at his manner, the poor child
sat down to devise some plan for gaining
the good will of Tom, until he was roused
from his reverie by the sound of the din-
ner bell.
In the afternoon he accompanied his
uncle to call on a friend in the neighbor-
ing town, and, in the pleasures of the
visit, forgot, for a time, his conversation
on the river's brink.




MR. LOVETT'S friend was so much
pleased with the artless, ingenuous Wal-
ter, that he declared he could not part


with him yet; accordingly his uncle con-
sented to leave him; promising to send
for him in a few days.
Walter spent his time very pleasantly;
and as he was bidding good-bye, he was
presented with a small book of prints.
No sooner had he reached home than he
began to examine his treasure. The
first picture pleased him more than any
other, although he did not know what it
"I dare say my aunt can tell me,"
thought he; so away he ran after her
into the garden. "Dear Aunt," he be-
gan, quite out of breath, "can you tell
me the story about this picture ?"
Come with me into the summer-house,




my boy," she said, "and then we can
look at it properly."
"Ah," said Walter, "I know what it
is. It is a Scotch shepherd, with his
flock. I know him by his plaid and
"Very true," said his aunt.
"Look I" said Walter, "here is a beau-
tiful lady, sitting all alone, in such a
small, dark room! and through the little
grated window I can see water; but it
is not the sea, for it is quite smooth;
and there is the opposite shore, and trees,
and mountains. Do you know who that
lady is, aunt ? She looks very sad."
"Yes, my love, she has good cause to
look sad; for she was a close prisoner in
that strong castle, which was built on



a small island, in the midst of a lake.
See, she is looking on the distant pros-
pect, longing to be free, and to sit once
more on her rightful throne; for she is
queen of Scotland I"
"The queen of Scotland, aunt I" said
Walter, "and in prison! Why, how is
that ?
"Mary, for that was her name, lived
a long while ago; and at that period it
was no uncommon thing for the people
to put their sovereigns in confinement, if
they did not happen to please them.
"Mary was the only child of James V.
of Scotland, who died shortly after his
daughter's birth. At an early age the
young queen was sent to France, where
she was educated in the Catholic faith,



while the principal part of her subjects
had embraced the reformed religion,
which was the beginning of many quar-
rels. When Mary was eighteen years
old she returned to her native country.
At first she was received with great joy;
but owing to her youth and inexperience,
and the turbulence of her ambitious no-
bles, she was soon overwhelmed with
troubles. Lords Ruthven and Lindsay,
two wicked men, getting their defence-
less queen into their power, conveyed
her to this solitary prison. But you will
be glad to hear that she did not remain
there very long. One evening, while the
keeper of the prison was at supper with
his family, a young man named George
Douglas, got possession of the keys of



the castle. Hastening to the apartment
of the queen, he conducted her quickly
out of her dismal prison, and assisted her
into a boat, which was prepared to receive
her. Her gallant deliverer threw the
keys into the lake, and conveyed the lady
in safety to the opposite shore."
Oh I" said Walter, clapping his hands,
"how glad I am she escaped If I had
lived then, I am sure I should have loved
that beautiful queen, and have done all
I could to serve her. But what happened
to her next, dear aunt ?"
"An army of faithful followers soon
, gathered around her, but she did not en-
joy her liberty long; for her troops were
defeated in the first encounter with her
foes, and poor Mary's last hopes were



blighted. Almost heart-broken, she now
fled to England, to claim the protection
of her cousin, Queen Elizabeth; but in-
stead of meeting with mercy, as she had
vainly hoped, she was again made pri-
soner, and kept in close confinement for
many years, until she was cruelly put to
death, by order of her jealous rival."
"Put to death exclaimed Walter.
"Oh, I did not think your story would
end so dreadfully as that. I should think
Queen Elizabeth would never be happy
again, having done such a wicked thing."
True, my dear, I am afraid she never
enjoyed peace of mind afterwards; for it
is indeed a fearful thing to take away the
life of a fellow-creature, on any pretext."
Thank you, dear aunt," said Walter.



"And now will you talk to me about
another picture ?"
"I cannot stay any longer now, love.
Go and run in the garden."
Walter obeyed, and just then remem-
bering poor Tom, ran to his little room,
to fetch the book he wished to give him,
and then set off, accompanied by Wal-
lace, to the bottom of the garden. Wal-
ter soon espied Tom, who was basking
in the sun, his eyes shaded by an old
straw hat.
"Tom," began the little boy, "I have
brought you the book I spoke about."
"Very well," said Tom.
"If you will come," continued Walter,
"a little higher up the stream, where it



is narrower, I can throw it across to
"And so," said Tom, yawning, "you
think I am going to get up, and walk
ever so far, just for a little book."
"Oh, you don't know what pretty pic-
tures it has," replied Walter; "and it
tells all about Joseph, who was sold by
his brothers into Egypt; and of David,
who was once a shepherd boy, but be-
came a great king."
Mighty fine !" said Tom, provokingly,
al! the while continuing his occupation
of catching an unfortunate insect which
flew within his grasp.
"Surely," began Walter again, "you
are not catching insects I"
"I suppose I am," said Tom.



"Oh, how very cruel l" returned Wal-
ter. "Do you not know that they can
feel as well as we?"
"Take care how you call me cruel,"
said Tom.
"I'm not afraid," replied Walter, gen-
tly; "for I know it is wicked wantonly
to hurt or kill any living thing."
"Cruel and wicked l" said Tom, start-
ing up. "I'll not stand this;" and for-
getting, in his passion, what he was do-
ing, he threw a sharp stone at little Wal-
ter, which struck him with force against
the back of his hand. Walter bore the
violent aching of the cut without a word,
and manfully suppressed his tears; feel-
ing nothing but pity for the poor boy, who
had never been taught what was right.



Meanwhile, Tom, ashamed at what he
had done, sat silently watching the little
boy, as he bathed his hand in the stream,
to wash away the blood, and then care-
fully bound his handkerchief around the
wound; and when he raised his eyes to
his sweet face, and saw there no signs
of anger or resentment, his hard heart
was softened, and, in a subdued tone, he
expressed his sorrow for what he had
"Never mind it now," said Walter.
"I dare say you did not mean to hurt
me. The cut will soon be better."
"I do not deserve the book, now,"
said Tom.
Oh! I will give it you with pleasure;
only I'm afraid I cannot throw it now,"



replied Walter, glancing at his bandaged
hand. Tom's heart smote him anew.
"But," said Walter, quickly, "I'll tell
you how we can manage. Let us go to
the stepping-stones, and then you can
fetch it."
This arrangement was no sooner made
than it was acted upon; and the delight
Tom expressed on examining the contents
of the book, fully satisfied his little friend.
Tom began slowly to spell over the words,
often assisted by Walter, who could near-
ly repeat it from memory. They con-
tinued thus engaged until Tom was sum-
moned home, and Walter, happy at the
change which had taken place in his
friend, returned to the house to procure
a piece of plaster for his hand.



For several succeeding days it rained
so incessantly that Walter could not
amuse himself out of doors. But the
time did not pass heavily, for he was

very fond of reading and making little
One evening he seated himself on a
low stool in the window to overlook his

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favorite picture-book again. "I wonder
what this is all about," thought he.
"This old woman, sitting before the door,
seems very busy with her spinning-wheel
-and here is a much younger woman
rocking her baby to sleep; but what is
she pointing across the valley for, I won-
der. Oh, I suppose she is looking at that
man who is coming down the hill, with
a curious animal on his back, and a gun
in his hand."
Just at this moment Mrs. Lovett en-
tered the room, and asked Walter what
he was looking at. He jumped up, and
drawing her towards a seat, begged that,
if she were not busy, she would tell him
what that picture meant. "You see,
aunt, they are all dressed in such a



curious way, and the cottage is quite dif-
ferent from any I have ever seen. There
are flowers in bloom around the door,
and yet those distant mountains are
white with snow. It cannot be in En-
gland, I think."
"No, my dear," said his aunt I "this
represents a view in Switzerland, which,
you know, is a very mountainous country.
Even in the middle of summer, when the
valleys are smiling with verdure, the
summits of many of the mountains are
covered with snow. Sad accidents fre-
quently happen in warm weather, by
large masses of snow becoming detached,
and rolling down the mountain side, in-
creasing and hardening as they fall, bury-



ing cottages in their progress, and some-
times sweeping away whole villages."
"But the poor people," interrupted
Walter, "can they escape, or are they
buried too?"
"Many lives have been lost in this
,awful manner," replied Mrs. Lovett,
" although great pains are mostly taken
to dig away the snow, and extricate the
And now will you tell me," said Wal-
ter, pointing to the picture, "what is
this man carrying?"
Yes, my dear, he is a hunter, and is
returning home at the close of day, laden
with the fruits of the chase. It is a young
chamois, a kind of goat that inhabits the
highest parts of the Alps and Pyrenees.



They live together in small flocks of from
ten to twelve, and are very active and
expert at leaping, often crossing chasms
of many feet in width. The bold hun-
ters frequently hazard their.lives in the
pursuit of these animals;' sometimes
creeping along narrow, precipices with
scarcely any foothold, or scaling almost
perpendicular rocks, in order to approach
near enough to fire upon them; but this
is extremely difficult, their sense of hear-
ing being very accurate. So many of the
hardy inhabitants of this alpine region
subsist by the chase, that the chamois
iave now become very scarce, and it is
feared that the race will soon be extinct.
But I see you are getting tired and ready








for bed, so run and ask Mary to attend
Having taken a look at the next pic-
ture, representing Mount Blanc, Walter
went to his bed.


FROM some cause or other, it hap-
pened that Walter and Tom did not meet
again for several weeks. The weather






had become much colder, and Walter was
glad to use active exercise.
One morning he went with his aunt
to make a call in the neighborhood, and
was allowed to explore the garden, which
he much preferred to sitting in-doors.
He ran first down one gravel path, and
then another, till he was almost tired,
and began to look about for a seat. "Oh,
what a pretty place I" cried he, stopping
before a rustic arbor, formed of the
knotted boughs of trees, the interstices
being filled with twigs and moss. "I
think," continued Walter, thinking aloud,
If my uncle would let the gardener help
me, we could make just such a place on
the bank of our river. I know there are
a great many rough branches in the wood-



house, and I can find plenty of moss.
Walter examined the structure inside
and out, that he might be able to give
James a clear description of it. "I see,"
said he, "that the seat is nothing more
than the stump of a tree made smooth at
the top." Some little girls who were in
the arbor assisted his inquiries.
He was still pondering the matter,
when he was told that his aunt was
ready to go home. Directly he arrived
there, he began to search for his uncle.
After a little while, he found him in the
coach-house, giving some directions to a
servant. Walter began to speak.
"Wait a minute, my little man; I
shall soon be at liberty," said Mr. Lovett.
There's a good, patient boy," said he,




patting his cheek; "and now tell me
your business."
Walter explained to his uncle what he
had seen, and his wish to make an arbor
like it.
"It is so very simple," said he, ear-
"Let us go and consult James," said
his uncle; "for he must be the managing
man, I expect."
Walter, full of delight, skipped and
jumped about while the discussion was
going forward, and gratefully thanked
his uncle, on hearing him give James full
permission to take as much wood, or
whatever else he might want for the
"And now, my little overseer" said



he, "show us where this grand building
is to be erected."
Walter led the way to his favorite spot,
and a suitable place being selected, the
important work was begun. But it was
not quite such a speedy operation as he
had expected; for James was first obliged
to make deep holes, and drive the stakes
firmly into the earth, lest the first high
wind should carry the whole concern
The frame-work of the arbor being
finished, and the boughs bent over at the
top, in the form of an arch, nothing re-
mained to be done but to interweave
them with smaller and more pliant
branches; and Walter was proud to be
told that he might now be of some use,



by collecting such from the wood-house,
and conveying them to the river side in
his little wheelbarrow. In the space of
two or three days the arbor was com-
pleted, greatly to Walter's delight, who
was sure it was quite as pretty as the
one he had first seen. Away he now ran
to look after his aunt, who admired it
much, and sat down on the comfortable
seat within, to consult with the little
boy by what name it was to be called.
Let it be Walter's Bower, dear aunt,"
said he.
"If you like it, my dear," she replied;
but I must confess it does not look very
bowery at present."
"No, aunt," said Walter; "but the
gardener has promised that he will



plant some creepers around it, amd in the
spring he will give me some convolvus
and sweet-pea seeds to sow; so you see
it will soon answer to its name."
"Very well, dear. Then 'Walter's
Bower' it shall be called," said she kiss-
ing him.
It was on one of those bright autumn
mornings, which seem to impart joy
and freshness to every living thing, that
Walter, released from his studies at an
early hour, ran with hoop and dog two
or three times round the garden, until,
panting for breath, he threw himself
down on the seat of his rustic arbor.
The sun was shining brightly on the
clear stream, every pebble in its bed be-
ing distinctly visible. The little birds





twittered gaily in the boughs overhead,
or hopped briskly about, searching for
seeds and insects; while some were busily
engaged, washing and pluming their
feathers on the river's brink. Walter
was attentively watching them when he
was accosted by Tom. He started up,
and expressing his surprise at not hav-
ing seen him for so long a time, thought
his friend had quite forgotten him.
"Oh, no, indeed! replied Tom; "but
I have been so ill since I saw you last,
and this is the first time I have been
able to walk so far."
Oh, Tom I" said Walter, with concern,
"I wish I had known that; for I am sure
my aunt would have taken me to see you.
Why did you not let me know ?"
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"I did not like to take the liberty,"
said Tom, "after I had behaved so ill to
you. But I am so much obliged to you,
Master Walter, for that pretty book. I
read it over and over again, when I could
not get up, and mother said it kept me
from being cross."
"I am very glad of it," said Walter;
"but would you not like to read the Bible,
which tells about so many good men, and
teaches us how to be like them ?"
"Very much," replied Tom.
"I will ask my aunt, then," said Wal-
ter. "I dare say she can give you one.
But Tom have you noticed my pretty
bower ?"
Yes," said Tom, I have been admir-
ing it; and now that the cold weather is


coming, it will be a nice shelter for you,
while you are talking to me."
S That is just why I had it made here,"
said Walter, walking a few paces off and
surveying it with pleasure. But there
is the dinner bell. I must run home now.
Good-bye, Tom. I will not forget to ask
my aunt about the Bible." Away he
went, followed by the thanks of his
grateful friend.


AT the conclusion of dinner, Walter
related to his kind aunt what had passed
between himself and Tom, telling her of
his desire of possessing a Bible.
"I am going to town this afternoon,


my dear," said she, "and then we will
see what can be done."
On hearing this, Walter repaired to
his room, and opening a little drawer of
treasures, took out his money box, to see
how much it contained. Returning to
his aunt he emptied its contents into
her lap, asking if there would be enough
to buy Tom a pair of warm worsted
stockings; for do you know, dear aunt,"
he continued, "he had none at all on,
when I saw him to-day."
Yes, Walter, here is more than enough
for that purpose," said she.
"Then," replied he quickly, "I can
buy a comforter for his neck as well; for
he must be very cold when he goes out
-fiing with his father."



Mrs. Lovett pressed her little boy to
her bosom, delighted to behold the ac-
tive benevolence which appeared in all
his actions.
Your dear mama taught you to love
the poor, did she not, Walter ?" asked
his aunt?
"Oh! yes," he replied, his eyes filling
with tears; "she said we must do all in
our power to help them; and she often
took me with her when she visited them."
"Always remember, my child, what
your dear papa and mama have taught
you, and then you will be a happy little
boy, and every one will love you. But
now we will prepare for our ride, or we
shall not have time to make our pur-
chases before it is dark. To-morrow



morning we can go and see Tom at his
Than you, dearest aunt," said Wal-
ter; "but," he added, with a doubtful
expression of countenance, "I am afraid
you cannot crawl through those thick
bushes, to get to the stepping-stones: it
was quite a job for me to do it."
Mrs. Lovett laughed, and told him sbe
hoped there would be no necessity for
her doing that, as she knew of a bridge
that crossed the stream, a short distance
beyond the garden palings.
Oh, that is right," said Walter laugh-
ing too.
While Mrs. Lovett was looking at 'some
Bibles in the bookseller's shop, she told
Walter he might choose a picture, to add



to his collection, from a portfolio which
was lying on the counter. He began to
turn them over carefully, but could not
quite make up his mind.
"This is very pretty," thought he,
taking up one which represented a little
girl standing in a beautiful garden. She
had a bird-cage in her hand, from which
she had just let fly a little robin, who
had flown to a neighboring spray, and
seemed thanking her for his liberty.
"But, no," I will not choose that,"
said he to himself, "for there will be no-
thing to tell about it. This curious fo-
reign-looking place must be the one."
"Are you ready, my dear?" said his
aunt. "Then I wish you would just
step out, and ask Millar to put up the







head of the chaise, for it is getting quite
As they rode home, Walter was glad
to creep close to his aunt, and to twist
the end of her boa round his neck, for a
cutting north-wind blew directly in their
faces. As they passed a poor half-clothed
woman and a little boy, followed by a
dog, who seemed suffering from the cold,
his little heart was filled with gratitude
to the Giver of all good, for all the com-
forts he enjoyed. It was almost dark
when they reached home; a cheerful fire
was blazing in the parlor, and the ser-
vant had just carried in the tea things.
Mr. Lovett was enjoying his comfortable
fire-side when Walter entered; laying
down the newspaper, he took the little



boy between his knees, and began to
chafe his cold hands.
Well, and what have you seen," said
he, "any thing in particular?"
"No, uncle," said Walter. "But look
what a pretty picture my aunt has given
"Dear me," said Mr. Lovett, "let me
see what it's all about."
Oh, I can tell you !" replied Walter.
"Here are two men, with their hair tied
up behind and hanging down their backs,
like long tails; and one wears a wide-
brimmed straw hat, with hardly any
crown. They are pushing from shore in
a boat. But can you tell me, uncle, what
birds those are which are perched on



the oars and the edge of the boat? They
seem very tame."
"I will tell you all about it, after tea,
my dear; for here comes your aunt, and
she looks as if she were ready for some
"And I am sure I am," said Walter,
drawing his chair to the table.
As soon as the urn was removed, Wal-
ter again produced his picture.
"Those men," began Mr. Lovett,
"whose appearance seems to amuse my
little boy so much, are Chinese. They
are just setting out on a fishing excur-
sion. The birds which are perched on
the boat are cormorants, and are the
principal actors in the scene, as you shall
presently hear; for without them their


masters would catch but few fish, I fancy,
for you see they are unprovided with nets
or lines. The cormorants are expert
swimmers and divers, and are so trained
as to render these qualities of the great-
est service to their owners. On a signal
being given, the birds immediately leave
the boat, and dive after their prey with
wonderful swiftness. When they have
secured a fish they carry it in their beaks
to the boat. If the fish be too heavy,
they assist each other; one seizing the
head and another- the tail, the boatman
stretches out an oar, on which they
perch, and are then delivered of their
How very singular I" exclaimed Wal-
ter, who had listened with much interest






to the recital. "But do the cormorants
never help themselves to any of the fish
they catch, uncle'?"
We cannot give them much credit
for honesty, Walter; for their masters,
knowing what voracious appetites they
possess, take the precaution of fastening
a leather strap round the lower part of
their necks, to prevent them swallowing
their prey. However, when their work
is done, they are amply rewarded by
some fishes being thrown up in the air
for them, which they can catch very
cleverly as they fall."
"Is there any thing else you wish ex-
plained, Walter," said his uncle, seeing
that he continued examining the picture.
"I was thinking about this curious
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building," said Walter, which seems to
have so many roofs one above another,
with curious ornaments like bells, hang-
ing from each corner."
"That is a pagoda, or temple, where
the Chinese perform their idol-worship;
for, as yet, few of them know the true
God. But you will be glad to hear that
many Christian men have left their na-
tive countries, to teach these poor, de-
luded heathens the sinfulness of bowing
down to images of wood and stone, and
we cannot too earnestly desire that their
labors may be blest."
"Thank you, dear uncle," said. Walter.
"I do not think I shall forget what you
have told me this evening."
"When Walter retired to bed that night,



it was with a sweet feeling of thankful-
ness to his heavenly Father and earthly
friends; and as he laid his head on his
pillow, he wished that every one had as
comfortable a bed to rest upon,
"It is not every one that deserves it
as well," said Mary, as she bade him
good night.
"Oh, pray do not say so said he.
"I am sure I am not as good as I ought
to be; and often, when I feel naughty, I
do not strive against it as I should do."
"You are a dear little fellow," said
Mary to herself as she closed the door.
When Walter entered the breakfast
parlor on the following morning, his
cheeks glowing from a ramble in the
garden, his uncle called him to his side,



saying, "What was that little hymn I
heard you singing, my dear, as I stood
at my open window just now ?"
"It was one dear mama taught me
when she was ill," said Walter; "and I
often sing it over to myself, that I may
not forget it."
"Will you repeat it to me, dear," said
his uncle. "I should like to hear it,"
Oh, yes," said Walter, cheerfully, and
immediately began.
"(The first bright gleam of sunlight
Is rising o'er the sea;
The stars, that gem the silent night,
Fade in its brilliancy.
The flowers ope their radiant eyes,
Sparkling with drops of dew,
Like tears that in our childhood rise,
With smiles all beaming through.




Hark! from the distant wood ascending,
Is heard the music sweet
Of many a bird, their voices blending,
The coming morn to greet.
Oh! let the flowers, who, morn by morn,
Thus hail the orb of day,
Teach thee, my boy, at early dawn,
Thy thanks to Heaven to pay.
The small birds teach this lesson too,
When from thy sleep thou wakes,
Oh give to God the glory due,
For all the tender care he takes.
His watchful eye has guarded thee
Throughout the midnight gloom,
For this my child should thankful be,
And crave his care in days to come."

"Thank you, Walter," said Mr. Lovett.
"You have repeated it very nicely. And
now to breakfast; for here comes your
aunt, I see."


And now, Walter," said Mrs. Lovett,
when the morning lessons were concluded,
"run for your hat, and I will accompany
you to see Tom."
Walter was not slow in obeying, and
was waiting at the hall-door when his
aunt appeared, equipped for the walk.
They proceeded along the lane until they
reached a field, across which they had to
pass; Walter, who was full of spirits,
running races, now behind, now before,
with his dog. They arrived at the extre-
mity of the field long before Mrs. Lovett;
and, Walter, climbing over the stile, saw
the little bridge justbefore-:hh. It was
a very simple construction, consisting
merely of a few-stout planks, with a hand-
rail on each side. The boy advanced to



the middle, and then stood still to admire
the beauties of the spot. Many stately
trees stretched their long branches over
the water, their rich autumnal tints
clearly reflected in its glassy surface.
On turning round, a different scene pre-
sented itself. The channel of the river
became much encumbered with stones,
which impeded the flow of the water,
and caused it to froth and foam, as if in
mock anger. The steep overhanging
banks were covered with a low brush-
wood, on which the morning dew was
still glistening.
"This is a beautiful spot, is it not,
Walter ?" said Mrs. Lovett, as she reached
the bridge. Look at that long line of
sunshine on the water how dazzling it



is I and on the deep blue sky there is not
a cloud to be seen. Of whom should all
these lovely things remind us, my love ?"
Of Him that made them, dear aunt,"
said Walter.
Yes, my boy; and if they fail to do
that, we do not deserve to enjoy them."
After a short rest they again resumed
their walk, and in a few minutes were in
sight of the fisherman's cottage. Its out-
ward appearance gave few indications of
finding neatness or comfort within. They
soon discovered the object of their visit,
seated a few paces from the door, mend-
his father's nets. He arose at their ap-
proach, and asking them to take seats
within the cottage, was running to tell
his mother of their arrival.



Our business is with you, Tom," said
Mrs. Lovett. My little Walter has in-
terested me on your behalf; and at his
request I have brought you a Bible, which
I earnestly hope will be of service to
Tom expressed his thanks for this un-
merited kindness.
"Let me advise you," continued Mrs.
Lovett, kindly, "to read a portion of this
sacred book every morning and evening.
I think you will soon find it so pleasant
a duty that you will not like to omit it;
and if you seek for a better help than
your own to guide you, it will surely be
blest to your soul."
Tom did not speak, for his heart seemed



full and notwithstanding his efforts to
suppress them, tears stood in his eyes.
Can I help you in any way, my good
boy?" said Mrs. Lovett; and Walter,
slipping his little hand into Tom's, asked
him what was the matter. Looking
round to see that no one was near, he
told his kind friends, that he was not
happy at home; for his mother was never
satisfied with his endeavors to please,
and his father being mostly from home,
he was completely under her control;
" and," continued he, since Master Wal-
ter gave me that nice book, which I read
so many times during my illness, I have
tried not to answer her angrily, when she
is in a passion, which happens almost
every day."



Mrs. Lovett encouraged him to pursue
this line of conduct, as it was the only
way to disarm his mother's displeasure.
Walter now, with a simple and modest
air, presented his gifts, wlich Tom re-
ceived with delight, thanking the donor
over and over again. When Mrs. Lovett
took her leave, she told Tom to come to
her house on the day after to-morrow, as
she wished to speak further to him.
Meanwhile she resolved in her mind
for permanently benefitting the poor boy,
by removing him from home, where he
was exposed to such a bad example.
This kind lady had a brother who com-
manded a large merchant vessel, which
was soon about to set sail for a long
voyage. She immediately wrote to him,



requesting to know if he could engage
her little Walter's protege, as a cabin
boy, or in any other capacity, on board
his ship. Mrs. Lovett received a favor-
able answer before Tom's arrival. He
brought a basket of shells and sea-weed
of his own collecting, as an offering for
Master Walter, if he thought them worth
having. Walter was much pleased, and
ran off to his own room to arrange them.
Mrs. Lovett began conversing with
Tom, and soon discovered that he had
quite an inclination for a seafaring life,
and that he knew his father would be
very glad to get him a situation, but that
as he possessed no influence, it was not
an easy matter.
When Tom heard what Mrs. Lovett



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had in view for him, his eyes sparkled
with pleasure; the prospect of a long
voyage, in a large vessel, seemed to him
the height of enjoyment. He listened
attentively, when he was told that his
happiness did not wholly depend on the
outward circumstances in which he
might be placed, but on his own good
conduct; that on ship-board, implicit
obedience to his officers was expected,
and all his duties must be punctually
performed; but that, if he proved a good
and honest boy, he would find a kind
master and friend in Captain Forrester.
"And now," continued Mrs. Ivett,
"go home and consult your father about
our plan; and tell him if he wishes for
any further particulars, to come to me."



Tom never repaired to the sea-side, to
watch for his father's return, with so
light a heart as on that evening; and
when he saw the pleasure he felt, that he
had no objection to offer, his own joy

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