The Baldwin Library
BY MRS. MAXWELL.
EDITED BY D. P. KIDDER.
PUBLISHED BY LANE & SCOTT,
for thb sunday-school union of the methoeist episcopal church, 200 mulberry-st.
Joseph Longking, Printer. 1851.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1849, by Lane
James Frolic, Sammy Briar, (who was nicknamed Prickle,) and William Drew, were three little boys of my acquaintance. If there were no more such in this world, it would not be best to make their doings and sayings public. But this is not the case. There may not be many Willie Drews, though I hope there are some but Sammy Prickles and Jimmy Frolics are as plenty now as ever
they werewicked, thoughtless little boys, who, to make themselves sinful fun, are willing to make others do wrongpassionate, profane little boys, who fight and swear, and run the risk of losing their souls, that they may revenge themselves on those who laugh at and annoy them. Let all such boys read with care the 6ayings of little William Drew.
PART I. Samuel Prickle. Wicked Names. Good Willie. Morning Songs. Willie's Prayer. Angry Words. The Silent Tome. Choosing Thorns.
Sick-Bed. Pleasant Evenino. Reconciliation. Willie's Grave.
Little Reader, Choose tour Course. Be like Willie. Live for God, And'go to Heaven.
Samuel Prickle. Wicked Names. Good Willie. Morning Songs. Willie's Prayer. Angry Words. The Silent Tomb. Choosing Thorns.
WILLIAM, JAMES, AND SAMUEL.
I knew a little fellow once, Sam Prickle was his name
He lived quite near the meadow road, Out on a little lane
Near where Jim Frolic's father lived,
And Mr. Enoch Drew And near the sawmill pond, o'er which
The hazel-bushes grew.
Now Sammy Prickle was a lad That never suffer'd much
He seem'd to say, in every look, "I'll prick you if you touch."
So Jimmy calFd him prickly Sam" (His father's name was Briar,)
And Sam paid Jim, by calling him A downright little liar.
Bad boys! I know you all will say,
And this is very true But you will all be glad to hear
Of little Willie Drew,
The son of Mr. Enoch Drew,
Who lived a little higher, But still upon the very hill
Where lived this Samuel Briar.
Now Willie Drew, I'm glad to say,
Was quite another lad From Jim and Sam, whose endless strife
Full often made him sad.
Good children never love to see Their playmates vex each other;
They know that every little boy Should be to all a brother.
So thought our Willie, and he tried
To follow out this rule To be a gentle, loving boy,
At home, at play, or school.
But he was often doom'd to see A sad and painful sight
A sight no less than prickly Sam And Jim engaged in fight
Ev'n in the morning, when the sun Came o'er the eastern hills
And God was praised by little birds, And flowers, and silver rills
When Willie knew that everything Should raise a tuneful voice,
Should join in nature's cheerful song, And in the Lord rejoice
Then he was often pain'd to hear, Upon the morning breeze,
A mocking laugh or bitter word, Or something worse than these.
Some little boy may wonder if
Good Willie did not try To make these wicked boys agree,
As he was living nigh,
And often saw them as he pass'd
Along the way to school, And heard them call each other names
As liar, dunce, and fool.
You may be sure, my little boy,
That Willie understood His duty in this trying case
Was doing what he could.
He talk'd with Sammy, tahVd with Jim, And Willie stopp'd not there
He pray'd for both, with earnest faith In Him who heareth prayer.
He lalk'd with Sammy, but he said That Jim made all the strife
And swore the boy had always been The torment of his life.
u I hate him worse," said angry Sam, Than all the poison snakes
That ever crawl'd that meadow round, Or hid beneath those brakes.
" The fellow meets me everywhere, With some provoking trick
And laughs and mocks till I am mad, And treat him to a kick.
" Then we fall to, and box and fight Till we are out of breath
I'd like to beat the fellow once Within an inch of death:
" Guess then he'd mind his p's and q's,
And let a chap alone Just let me live to be a man,
A man that's fairly grown;
" And I will make that fellow know Which side his bread is butter'd."
And Sammy wink'd at Will and laugh'd As this last threat was utter'd.
But Will was not in laughing mood;
He sadly look'd on Sam And ask'd him what if he should die
Before he was a man ?
" Your sun," said Willie," may go down Before your manhood's noon
Your childhood's hopes may pass away, Like fading flowers of June.
" The cold dew on your brow may lie, The green sod on your breast
Where Jimmy's laugh will not disturb The quiet of your rest. 2
" But, Sammy dear, the Bible says, As the tree falls it lies'
The sinner lives beyond the grave, Even as the sinner dies.
" If wicked passions bind us here, In chains of guilt and sin
They '11 bind us where no ray of hope Will ever enter in."
The tear-drop stood in Willie's eye, As Sammy's hand he press'd
But Sammy turn'd away, and said He would go home, he guess'd.
But at the corner of the road Jim Frolic, laughing, stood
And, for the first time in his life, Sam wish'd that Jim was good.
He did not wish that James was dead,
As he had often done He only wish'd that he was good,
And gentle with his fun.
u Ho, cockle-buttons!" shouted Jim, Come, buy, my little man!
They 're just the thing to button up The coat of prickly Sam."
But still, to Jimmy's great surprise, Sam never turn'd his head
The boy was thinking all the while About his being dead:
About the dew upon his brow, The cold sod on his breast The dark, deep grave, where Jimmy's laugh
Would not disturb his rest.
And then of that low dwelling, where
No hope can enter in Where, bound in fearful chains, must lie
The sinner in his sin.
And Sammy thought of this all day, And through the darksome night
And in the morning did not feel Like going out to fight.
Jim sat upon his father's stile, And shouted loud as ever
" Here is a splendid thistle-stalk For Sammy Prickle's beaver!
" Fresh cockle-buttons, ho! who '11 buy ?
A dozen for a groat! Within the means of prickly Sam,
Who needs a nice new coat."
Then Jimmy laugh'd both lond and long, And cried, "Who'll bid?one two-"
" I will, I will," said some one near 'T was little Willie Drew.
" Ah, no!" and Jimmy shook his head, u The thing would never dc
These cockle-buttons were not made For such as Willie Drew.
" You see, my boy, that I stand up For all the rights of man
A special order came for these Last night, from prickly Sam.
" And so the Burdock got them up,
'Tis all monopolized And Sam is mum, you see, until
The thing is organized."
Jim laugh'd again, and said The thing would never do,
For cockle-buttons were not made For such as Willie Drew.
" Ah, no, indeed," said little Will They were not made for me
No more for you or Sam, my friend, So pray you let them be.
" 'T is strange, amid the blessings rare
Our God has given us, We should select the only things
That shadow forth his curse.
" That from this world of flowers we choose
The scatter'd thorns of wrath, And toil to plant them all along Our feuow-pilgrim's path."
u You take the thing too hard," said Jim,
" I'm sure I have not done These little things, but just for sake Of having little fun.
" And fun it isto see him flash,
'Tis cuteI do declare I've laugh'd till I could hardly stand,
To hear the fellow swear.
" I never swear myselfnot I,
For I am better taught But hang me, Will, 'tis queer enough
To see how quick he's caught.
" One word, and he is 1 up a tree,'
And ready for a fight I box him just to keep him mad,
'Tis such a glorious sight."
Sick-Bed. Pleasant Evening. Reconciliation. Willie's Grave.
Not many days beyond this time, One evening clear and still,
Upon his bed, all faint and pale, Reclined our little Will.
His father held his feeble hand, His mother bathed his brow,
His little sister whisper'd soft, "Is Willie better now?"
" Ah no!" his breath came quick and" short,
And throbb'd his fainting head, As there reclined our Willie lay, Upon his little bed.
The sun was down behind the trees, The stars were shining bright:
Just such a scene as Willie loved, A clear and glorious night.
A scene like this, to children good,
A holy joy imparts And Willie never fear'd that God
Should see his heart of hearts.
He loved to think that spirit-eyes Shone from the stars above
He often thought they fell on him, With strange, sweet beams of love.
But now his breath came quick and short,
And throbb'd his fainting head As there reclined our Willie lay, Upon his little bed.
His father held his feeble hand, His mother bathed his brow,
His little sister whisper'd soft "Is Willie better now?"
" Ah no r said Willie, as he raised His dark but sunken eye
"Not better here, my little love, But well beyond the sky."
And then he turn'd, with wistful look, Toward the window bright
And ask'd if they would send for James And Samuel, that night.
Indeed they would! no wish of his
Could ever be denied, So Sam and Jimmy soon were there,
And standing side by side.
But what our Willie said to them,
Nobody ever knew; He wish'd to see them all alone
(Poor little Willie Drew!)
"When Mrs. Drew return'd again, All that she saw was this
Jim sobbing on Sam Prickle's neck, And Sammy's hand in his.
Next day our little Willie died They laid him down to rest
The cold dew on his marble brow, The sod upon his breast
But there our Willie did not stay, 'T was but the threshold dim
Of that blest country, by whose gates No sorrow enters in.
So thought Sam Briar, so thought Jim, As hand in hand they stood
Beside the grave, and seem'd to hear A voice that said, Be good!"
" Beware! beware and do not swell Of guilt the vast amount
Lest in the end your brother's sin Be placed to your account."
I'm glad to say that James obey'd The warnings of this voice
And he and Sammy soon became The very best of boys.
They planted many a pretty tree Around dear Willie's grave
And loved to see the verdant boughs So softly o'er him wave.
As years pass'd on they grew to men,
But always loved each other But, more than this, they loved the world,
And each man as a brother.
And to their little ones they taught The words of Willie Drew
" That he who made his brother sin, Must be a sinner too."
Bade them beware, and never swell Of guilt the vast amount
Lest in the end their brother's sin Be placed to their account.
Little Reader, Choose your Course. Be like Willie. Live for God, And go to Heaven.
And now, my little friends who read
This tale of Willie Drew-Just think if you would like to be As good and useful too.
Pray have you never seen some boys Like James and prickly Sam
Who do not heed the golden rule Our Saviour gave to man ?
If so, just be like Willie Drew
He plainly understood That Jesus' mission here below
Was doing sinners good. 3
He knew that God had left to man
This mission to fulfill And even little boys could help
To do their Maker's will.
And thus, although his sun went down Before his manhood's noon
His youthful promise wither'd up, Like fading flowers of June
Yet that brief day he wasted not, His short and fleeting span
Was measured back to God, who gavo The gift of life to man.
And though before the fervid noon His morning sun went down
He fail'd not to secure some stars, To deck his early crown.
Thus you may do, my little friends
By seizing, ere 'tis past, Each golden moment as you would,
If known to be your last.
Then, should your morning sun go down
Before its fervid noon, You'll find the Christian, young or old,
Can never die too soon.
The Lord's appointment is his hour Though brief, his work is done
The Christian's crown is his, because The Christian's race is run.
May it be yours, my little friends The crown of glory bright,
Prepared for those who nobly dare To do the thing that's right
Do thisand I shall much rejoice This tale was told to you
Of Jimmy Frolic, Samuel Briar, And little Willie Drew.