Front Matter
 Title Page
 Stories by cousin Agnes
 The spelling trial
 The beggar girl
 The mother's exploit
 Mrs. Clayson and her daughter
 Helpless John
 The young hunter
 The old sea captain
 The lost children
 The poor German
 The minstrel shepherd
 Albert Barnes's kite
 The beautiful sunrise
 The pretty butterfly
 The brother and sister

Group Title: Uncle George's juveniles
Title: Stories by Cousin Agnes
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Title: Stories by Cousin Agnes
Series Title: Uncle George's juveniles
Physical Description: 62, <1> p. : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Leavitt & Allen ( Publisher )
Publisher: Leavitt & Allen
Place of Publication: New-York
Publication Date: c1853
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Nature -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Generosity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kites -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 1a
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Stories by cousin Agnes
        Page 5
    The spelling trial
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
    The beggar girl
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    The mother's exploit
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    Mrs. Clayson and her daughter
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
    Helpless John
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
    The young hunter
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    The old sea captain
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
    The lost children
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
    The poor German
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The minstrel shepherd
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    Albert Barnes's kite
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
    The beautiful sunrise
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
    The pretty butterfly
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    The brother and sister
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
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B .Are cording to At of Congr s, i the year ISS, by
SCm (Clerk's Offm of the District Court n' the United Statem
i and for tbhe Eaern D.strot of N w.York


AGNES WILSON was a pretty, swote
tempered and intelligent girl, about four-
teen years of age. She lived in the city,
but during the Christmas Holidays, she
commonly visited her Aunt Martha, at
Bonnynook farm. There she was very
much beloved; and the children, Mary,
Joseph and James, always rejoiced when
" cousin Agnes," as they called her, came
to the farm. They were certain she would
bringthem somepresents, and spend many
evenings by the fireside, telling stories.


SooN after Agnes arrived at Bonmynook
she called the children to her, took little
James upon her lap, and said that before
she told any stories, she must know how
he could spell Joseph brought the spell-
ing-book and James pointed out the little
words he had been learning to spell. The
little scholar got along very well through
such words as a-b-ab, and be--be; but
when he came to those of three letters, he
stumbled and made so many mistakes
that lie began to cry with vexation. He


had been so anxious to show Cousin Agnes
how well he could spell, that he could
not help crying when he failed. Cousin
Agnes soothed him till he was quiet, and
then told him bow to pronounce several
words of three letters. She said he must
never give over trying to learn, and that
she once heard of a boy who threw away
his book because he could not find out
how to pronounce a few words, and never
could be persuaded to try again. When
he grew to be a man, he could neither
read nor write, and was forced to go among
the vicious and profane. He could not
read his Bible, and was ashamed to go
among those who could read it. Finally
he died a drunkard's death. James said
he would always try to learn.


"EVER be ready to relieve those who
are in want of food, clothing or shelter,"
said Cousin Agnes to the childern, one
evening, as they were clustered around her
at the fireside. "The poor often suffer
very much, while many persons squander
hundreds of dollars in the most foolish
manner. One summer day, as William
and Annie Barton where going to school.
they saw a little girl, clad in rags, bare-
footed and without a bonnet, sitting under
a tree, crying. They went up to the child



asked her what was the matter. She re-
plied that she was very hungry, and that
her mother was lying sick at home, and
sent her out to beg some food, or some
money to buy medicine. William and
Annie had two cents, which Mr. Barton
had given them, and their dinners tied
up in a small package. They could not
go home for any thing, but they gave the
beggar their money and food, told her
they would call at her mother's house, and
wenton to school. That day William and
Annie had no dinner. But they did not
murmur; for they learned that their
charity had cheered and revived the poor
sick woman and her child.


ONR evening, Joseph, who had been
reading about the Indians, asked Cousin
Agnes to tell a story of them. She thought
awhile, and then said, I remember read-
ing about a child being stolen by an In-
dian, who was named Mahtoree. This
savage often visited the house of a hunter
named Duggan, where he was struck with
the beauty and grace of a little boy, called
Edward. One day, in the absence of the
hunter, Mahtoree came to the house, and
asked for some food. Mrs. Duggan refused


to give him any, and told him that if he
did not leave the house, he should be
turned out like a dog. Of course, the
Indian grew very angry and resolved to
make the woman pay dearly for her insult.
Seizing little Edward, he ran out of the
house and into the woods, bearing the boy
upon his shoulder. The mother followed
shrieking for herchild, but the Indian gave
a mocking laugh and ran still faster. Sud-
denly Mrs. Duggan gave up the chase, ran
back to the house, seized loaded rifle, put
on her bonnet, and renewed the pursuit,
determined not to return without herchild.
She followed the trail of the Indian until
she saw him asleep with Edward by his
side, crept forward, shot the savage, and
clasped her boy to her bosom.

"Do you say your prayers before going
to bed, at night, and on getting up in the
morning?" asked Cousin Agnes. "Al-
ways," replied Mary. "That is right,"
said cousin Agnes." Never forget to ask
God to watch over you while you sleep,
and to guide you through the day. Seek
and you shall find," says the Holy Bible.
"I knew a poor widow named Clayson,
and her daughter Emma. They were left
in want when Mr. Clayson died. The



widow then rented a room, and strove to
make a living by sewing. But though
she worked late at night, she could
scarcely get food and clothing for herself
and child, and pay her rent besides. Her
health failed and she was fearful that her
little Emma would be left an orphan.
But Mrs. Clayton was a Christian; and
in the midst of her trials, she did not
forget that God was good and mighty.
She prayed to him often, and with a fall,
earnest heart. She taught her little Emma
to kneel down at night, and in the morn-
ing, and pray with her. God heard their
prayers and sent them aid. A wealthy
old lady took Mrs. Clayson to be her house-
keeper; and little Emma was sent to a


"Mary won't help me to put on my
gloves," said Joseph to Cousin Agnes, one
afternoon, as the party was going out for
a walk. Well," said Cousin Agnes, you
can put them on without help. Learn to
help yourself, as far as you can. Did I
ever tell you about a little boy who was
called Helpless John ? He was a son of
Mrs. Norton, who lived near our house in
the city. Being accustomed to call for
help whenever he wanted to do anything,
he became so helpless that he could do




nothing; while his brother Samuel did
almost everything for himself that he
wanted done. When John wanted to go
to school, his mother had to wait upon
him. So John grew up unfit to take care
of himself, and always looking to others
for aid. At length, Mrs. Norton died,
leaving the two boys orphans. Samuel
was like a little man, and could work and
support himself; but John could do no-
thing. Samuel will now get rich, and live
well and happily, while his brother, if not
taken care of, will live and die in poverty.
Therefore, take warning, Joseph, and learn
to think and act for yourself."


A KIND action is sure to obtain a re-
ward," said Cousin Agnes. The time and
the form are doubtful, but the reward
must come, for God is good. Mark Racket
was the son of a hunter who lived on the
frontier of Pennsylvania, many years ago.
lie was a brave and noble boy, and when
only about twelve years old used to go out
in the woods, with his dog Snap, and a
little gun which his father had given him,
and hunt as if he had been a man. He
was a pretty good shot. Though he



killed no deer, he often shot opossums,
raccoons, rabbits, squirrels and birds.
One day, while hunting in the woods, he
head a deep groan, and on going forward
a short distance, came upon an old Indian,
who was lying on the ground near a fire,
and seemed to be in great pain. Mark
ran to the old man, and asked him what
was the matter and what could be done
for him. But the Indian, could not speak
Mark then ran home, and told his father
what he had seen, and urged him to go to
the relief of the suffering man. Mr. Racket
complied and took the Indian to his cabin
and treated him well till he recovered.
Some years afterwards, when war broke
out, Mark Racket was captured by the
Indians, but saved by the old man."


"CmILDREN," said Cousin Agnes, one
evening, when seated as usual by the fire-
side, "you should ever respect aged per-
sons. I knew an old man named Mar-
shall. lie had been a sea-captain during
the greater part of his life, and made a
great deal of money; but having met
with misfortunes, he was reduced to
poverty, and in his old age, was compelled
to depend upon the charity of his friends.
He lived with an only daughter, in a vil-
lage, not far from the city. Bad boys


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often made fun of Captain Marshall, when
they saw him tottering about the village,
dressed very poorly. But there were
some good children, who loved to gather
round him, and listen to his many stories
of the sea. To these, he would talk by
the hour, giving them much more know-
ledge, in a pleasant manner, than they
could have obtained from books, by long
and tedious study. He told them about
the distant countries he had visited; the
strange people and their customs; the
storms at sea and shipwrecks. In return,
the children often gave the old captain
presents, which made his heart glad. The
bad boys, who mocked him, never heard
him tell his pretty stories. At length,
worn out by age, Captain Marshall died"


HAS either of you, children, evei wan.
dered away from home, without being
able to find your way back?" inquired
Cousin Agnes. Neither had ever been so
bewildered. "Well, then," said their
cousin, then you would not know how to
act if you should happen to get lost.
Robert and Rebecca Barnes one morning
wandered away from home, in search of
flowers to make garlands. After collect-
ing some in the fields, they stroled into
the wood. This was very extensive, and


in some parts, very thick and gloomy.
The children lost the path while running
off among the trees to pick flowers. The
greater part of the day passed away, and
they were still far in the wood, unable to
find the path, and very hungry. Rebecca
now began to think that she would never
get home again, and this made- her cry.
But little Robert was a brave boy. He
told his sister not to cry; for God would
watch over them. As night came on, he
gave up looking for the path, and set
about preparing a resting place. Near
the foot of a large oak were some thick
bushes. Here Robert made a place of rest
for the night. In the morning they started
out to hunt the path. Robert found it
first, and the children started for home."


I the streets of the city," said Cousin
Ages, "you may see poor persons from
distant lands, wandering about in search
of work or charity. Some are from Ire-
land, some from Germany, and a few from
Italy. Many of them, though willing and
able to work, cannot obtain employment,
and they are therefore reduced to great
distress. One day, as I was passing along
one of the principal streets in the city, I
saw an old man walking slowly along, and
casting eager glances at those persons



who were passing by. His clothes were
ragged, and he was suffering from want;
but was too proud to beg. Suddenly, as
he was turning away from the window of
a confectioner's shop, he stumbled and
fell upon the ground. Three children
then came running out of the shop, having
their hands full of cakes and candies,
which they had been buying. They
helped the old man to rise, and seeing
that he looked weak and hungry, offered
him their cakes. For a while, he refused;
but as the children seemed anxious that
he should eat something, be took two of
the cakes. I then crossed over to the
party, found that be was a German and
could not speak a word of English, I gave
him what money I had."


"I oNCE knew a shepherd named Ber-
nard Wooden," said Agnes. "He was
a poor man, earning but a scant living by
tending the flock of a rich farmer, not
many miles from the city. He had two
children-both weak and sickly-to take
care of, their mother having died while
they were very young, when I became
acquainted with this poor man. As I was
crossing a field with Susan Croome, we
saw Bernard, sitting on the fence, near
his flock, and playing upon the pipe.


The music was sweet but sad. We went
up to the shepherd and asked him why
he did not play more lively tunes. He re-
plied he could only play as his heart felt.
We inquired for his home, but he was
afraid we would see his poverty, and re-
fused to tell us how to find it. Susan and
I often went over to hear him play, and
contrived to make him accept many
small presents for his children."


"I KNOW you are fond of kite-flying,
Joseph," said Cousin Agnes. "Well, it is a
pretty sport. Albert Barnes got his older
brother George, to make him a large kite,
such as he saw the big boys flying in the
streets. He waited until a windy day
before he attempted to raise the kite.
The wind blew with fury, and up and
away flew the kite to the great joy of Al-
bert who let all the twine run out, hold-
ing tightly on to the end. This was all
very fine; but soon the wind blew





stronger. Presently, the kite pulled him
along towards the creek. He would not
let go the twine and he could not stand
still. He shouted for help, and some of
his playmates came and caught the
twine just in time to save him. By the
aid of these boys, the great kite was pulled
down. Never attempt to do what is be-
yond your strength."


"SU RISE is a beautiful sight," said
Cousin Agnes, one morning," as she was
standing with the children at the window,
admiring the sun rising above the hills.
"You should see it from the shores of the
bay of New York. AVanya morning, have
brother James and I wandered along the
shore of Jersey looking out upon the hay
as the sun arose above the water. Somne-
times, a mass of clouds of gold and gray
colors would be in the west; and then
we knew the day would be clear and



bright. Presently, a small streak of red
fire would show itself upon the distant
waves, and a red light would be thrown
in our direction; but beyond where we
stood. Then the red streak would widen
and widen above the waves, until the
whole sun, like a great ball of fire would
appear. The clouds would still be there,
as the sun slowly arose, they would ob-
scure his glorious face. But sometimes,
the sun would rise far above them, and
shed his brilliant rays over the sky and
the earth, making the water shine like
silver." "Was it not very fine?" said
Mary. "I shall always love the sunrise


"NEVER cry, children, because you
cannot attain what you foolishly desire,"
said Cousin Agnes. Caroline Wilkins
was a little girl, who, upon trifling occa-
sions would cry very hard. This was silly
and her mother reproved her for it. One
May morning, Mrs. Wilkins and Caroline,
being on a visit to some country friends,
took a walk through the fields. Caroline
was in high glee. She ran about picking
flowers and got so many that it troubled
her to carry them. Soon afterwards, she





saw a butterfly, with large wings of the
most beautiful colors. Dropping her flow-
ers, she ran after the pretty insect and tried
to catch it; but in vain. She fell down
several times in the course of the chase.
At last, she gave it up, and came back to
her mother, crying. Mrs. Wilkins re-
proved her sharply for crying because she
could not catch and kill the pretty insect
and told her how God intended that it
should fly about the field and be admired
by others as well as herself. Caroline was
then very sorry for her foolish conduct"

"BROTHERS and sisters should ever take
delight in pleasing and being kind to each
other," said Cousin Agnes, the evening
before she was to leave Bonnynook. Re-
member that, Joseph and Mary. I knew
two children, brother and sister, about
your age. They loved each other very
much. Each one strove to make the
other happy as possible. They shared
equally in all they had to share. These
children were orphans; but they had an
aunt who was both kind and rich. When



the boy had to be sent away to boarding-
school in the country, this sister cried long
and bitterly at parting. While at school,
he wrote to her about twice a week, and
she answered all his letters. I was at
the house of the aunt, when this beloved
brother returned home. This sister was
so glad to see him that she would scarely
bear him out of her sight for a moment
Alas! While he was at home the little
girl became very ill of a fever, and after
she had been sick for about two weeks,
the doctor declared she could not get
well. After the little girl died, it was
more than a year before he became re-
conciled to the loss. Ah! Joseph, you
should love your sister as that little boy
loved his little sister who died."


The holidays being over, Cousin Agnes
had to return to the city. It was a cool,
clear January morning, the stage stopped
at the gate of Bonnynook to take the be-
loved cousin away. The children were all
gathered at the gate to bid her good-bye.
She kissed them all, promised to see them
soon again and got into the stage, which
was then driven away towards the city.
Joseph stood in the road, waving his hat
and watching the stage, until it was out
of eight




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