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NEW YORK, No. 147 Nassau Street.....BOSTON, No. 9 Cornhill.
LOUISVILLE, No. 103 Fourth Street.

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IF you could take a peep at our village
on a sun-shiny day, I am sure you would
say that it is as pretty a village as ever
was seen. It lies in a wide valley, at the
foot of some hills, which are not too high
for the children to climb to the top in the
summer-time, when the purple heath is
in bloom, and the bee comes humming
by. If you could go past our village-
green when school is over, and the boys
and girls are at play, you would think it
a pretty sight; and you would like to call
and rest a while at the cottage where
Widow Green lives with her little grand-
child Mary, and Prince their dog. You
might gather a rose from the bush that


grows under the cottage-window, and
Mary would let you feed her pigeons
with some crumbs of bread.
But you are not likely to come to our
village, so I must tell you about it instead.
It is a small village, half hidden by trees,
with a cottage or a farm-house standing
here and there." The school-house is on
the green; and beyond it are the barns
and hay-stacks of Farmer Blake. On
the other side of the village there is a
very short street, where there are some
neat small houses, and three shops. One
is a bakter's shop. The baker sells bread
and flour. The next is a grocer's shop.
The grocer sells tea and sugar, and a
great many things besides. Last of all
comes the little shop just at the corner,
where old Goody Browne sells apples and
cakes. When the village children want
frocks and shoes, or their fathers and

mothers want coats and cloaks, they buy
them in the town, four miles off, where
they go to sell their eggs, and butter, and
cheese, on a market day.
Across the fields, when we have climbed
over some wooden stiles, we come to the
low stone wall round the .churchyard, and
we see the dark old yew-trees, and the
ivy creeping over the church tower, and
hanging down upon the windows. It is
pleasant to hear the bells chiming on a
Sunday morning, one-two-three; and to
see the people from the village, and the
children from the Sunday school, coming
over the fields. Little reader, are you
learning to keep holy the sabbath-day ?
It is God's own happy day ; on which,
when he had made the world, he rested
from all his works. And as often as it
comes, we should put aside both work and
play, that we may have time to praise and

pray to God, and to learn the way to
Lord, grlnt me grace to love, I pa; ,
Thy holy word, thy hy day;
And may I ever faithful be
To Him who gave himself for me !

Close to the churchyard wall is the
park, and not far off we see the great
house of the village. The rich lady who
lives there is very kind to the poor, and
helps them when they are ill, or in any
trouble. The school-children love her,
and she knows every one of them by
name. Twice in the year, they all go up
to see her at the great house in the park.
In summer they have a treat of tea and
plum-cake under the trees. In winter
they have a game at play in the large
hall, and the kind lady gives shoes and
warm clothes to those children who are
in want, We should all be Idud to the

poor as far as we are able. The Bible
tells us that if we have little, we must try
to give of that little. Some can give
much more than others, but we must all
do what we can. When Jesus, our Sa-
viour, was living in this world, he went
about doing good. If we love him, we
shall try to be like him.
There are plenty of deer in the park.
We may see a number of them cropping
the fresh grass in quiet. On a sudden,
they hear some sound, and they lift up
their heads and their tall horns, and away
they go. The deer are called fawns, while
they are young. Did you ever see a
fawn ? It is a gentle little thing with
large, soft, brown eyes. You could not
help loving it, I am sure. But if you
ever go into a park, you must keep away
from the deer, or they might hurt you
very much with their great horns,


There is some water in the park, and
we may often see two large swans there,
as white as snow. It is very pretty to see
a swan sail down the stream, and to see
its shadow in the smooth, bright water.
On the bank close by, there are some fine
old walnut trees, and it is a merry time
in autumn, when the walnuts are ripe.
There is always a large basket full of
them sent to the village school.
I dare say you think it would be very
pleasant to live at the great house, and to
walk in the park when you liked, to see
the deer feeding at a distance, and watch
the swans sailing down the stream. There
was a little girl living there last year.
She was the only child of the kind lady,
who loved her dearly, as your mamma
loves you. She used to run about the
park and the fields, last spring, and fill
her little basket with butter-cups and

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daisies, and look for dark blue violets
beside the sunny bank. Sometimes she
used to come down to the school with
her mother, and then all the school-chil-
dren used to look at her bright eyes and
her smiling face, and think what a happy
little girl she must be.
But before the summer was over, her
rosy cheeks grew pale and thin. The
little girl was very ill, and soon she was
too weak to walk in the park, or to be
drawn in her small chaise along the smooth
green turf. She could no longer enjoy
the bright sunshine, nor take any pleasure
in the sweet flowers, which her fond
mother used to bring every day to her
bed-side. Many things were tried in the
hope of doing her good; but she died
when autumn came, just as the faded
leaves began to fall from the trees. Her
body was laid in the churchyard; and


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now we may see a white stone near the
old porch, and on it we may read her
name, "Annie Wood, aged seven years."
And after it, are those words of the
Saviour, "Suffer little children to come
unto me; for of such is the kingdom of
It is not living in a fine house, or
having a noble park to walk in, that can
make us happy. Such things were of no
use to little Annie when she came to die.
What you should seek for more than all
is to be a child of God, and a lamb of
the Saviour's fold. Then you will be safe
and happy. If you are rich, or if you
are poor, it is all the same. You will
have joy and peace in your heart, if you
believe in Christ, and for his sake God is
your father and your friend.
Little Annie was born with a naughty
heart, and so were you. She often did

wrong, as you have done. But when she
grew old enough to learn about Jesus, the
Son of God, who died to take away the
sins of the world, she prayed that God,
for Jesus' sake, would take away her sins,
and put his Holy Spirit into her heart, to
make her good. And so, when she came
to die, she was not afraid. She knew
that when her body was laid in the grave,
her soul would go to that bright and
happy world where Jesus is, there to live
with him for ever and ever. Jesus is also
your Saviour. God will forgive your sins,
if you believe in Jesus; for he has told
us in his holy word, I love them that
love me, and those that seek me early
shall find me." What is it to seek God
early ? It is to love him and pray to
him, and to believe in Christ while you are
Young, that you may be one of his little
flock, and walk in the right way.


Gentle Jesus, hear my prayer;
Make a little child thy care;
Early may I look to Thee,
My Saviour and my Guide to be
Suffer not my feet to stray
From thy safe and happy way;
Thou hast loved and died for me,
Let me love and live to Thee.

I have told you that we must cross over
some fields on our way to the village
church. Two of them are corn-fields,
and they belong to Farmer Blake. These
fields are pleasant at every season of the
year. In winter, when the ground is white
with snow, and the frost nips your finger
ends, you may run along the dry, hard
path till your cheeks are red, and you feel
a glow from head to foot. In spring,
when the green corn is waving on each
side, and the sun shines high in the sky,
and the soft breeze plays round; while
the birds sing in the hedge-rows, and the

lark darts up from his nest on the ground;
I am sure you would like to walk with me
up the hill. And you would like it almost
as well in summer, when the corn is nearly
ripe, and the gay poppy nods its scarlet
head on the very edge of the path. But
oh if you could go with me to the har-
vest-field in autumn, and walk among the
shocks of corn, or sit on the shady bank
under the hawthorn bush, and watch the
gleaners filling their aprons with the fal-
len ears, you would not soon forget that
They are very busy in the farm-yard
when the waggons are loaded, and the corn
is taken home. It is made into a large
round stack, and then a roof of straw is
laid upon the top to keep it from the rain.
When there are many corn and hay stacks,
as is the case at Farmer Blake's, they
make a good place for hide-and-seek, and

some other merry games. The farmer's
two children, Harry and Kate, often play
among them with their little friend, Mary
Green. Sometimes Prince comes without
being asked, to join the party. Poor
Prince is not a very welcome guest, though
he is a dog of the best manners, and does
not wish to give offence to anybody. But
the hens do not like him among their
chicks; and the geese stretch out their
necks and hiss when they see him, and the
silly old gander gets quite in a rage. So
Prince slinks away with his tail down, and
does not come near again till the hens and
the geese are out of the way. Then he
creeps up to Mary's side, and Harry and
Kate give him a kind pat, and stroke his
shining brown coat.
Farmer Blake is a kind friend to the
poor. Often has he caused the heart of
the widow and the orphan to sing for joy.

Last autumn, when poor Tom Berry,
whose father was just dead, stood sadly
leaning on the paling in the farm-yard,
to watch the men at work, the good farmer
came and talked to him. He told him
to be a good boy to his mother, and to
trust in God, who is a Father to all "who
look to him for help. Farmer Blake did
not only give kind words to poor Tom;
but when winter came on, he sent logs of
wood for the cottage fire, and warm clothes
for the widow, with a dinner and a loaf
once a week. And as Tom does his duty
to his mother, and has a good name in the
village, the farmer has now set him to
work; and if he goes on well, he is sure to
find Farmer Blake a good master and a
kind friend.

Come over the hills and the fields with me,
The light breeze rustles in every tree;
And the lark flies up from its nest in the corn
Gaily to welcome the bright May morn;


And the bee hums past on his shining wing,
And the thrush and the blackbird sweetly sing;
Then wake, little child, like the bird and the bee,
And come over the hill and the fields with me.

We have plenty of flowers round about
our pretty village. Each cottage has its
little garden before it, where in early spring
the snow-drop peeps out, and the blue and
yellow crocuses look gay along the border.
They are always welcome, for they seem
to tell us that winter is going away. As
for the wild flowers, they grow in every
field, and by the road-side, and under the
hedge-rows, all the year round. I know
a bank, not far from the miller's house,
where the first blue violets may be found,
hid in the tuft of green leaves. And
near the large pond on the edge of the
common, there is a meadow where cow-
slips grow, and the pale primrose, and the
arum, which you perhaps know by its


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village name of lords and ladies. In the
wood there are wild lilies of the valley;
and later in the year, Harry Blake knows
where to look for the wild strawberry,
which he likes better than flowers. There
are some trees by the side of the pond,
just before we come to the wood; and
in summer-time, the three children often
play under their shade. Mary knows how
to weave a garland of flowers, and Kate
and Harry like to help her. In spring,
the cowslip-balls that Mary makes are
the best in all the village.
The children are very careful never to
go near. the edge of the pond; for their
father and mother told them they might
fall in and be drowned, if they did not
keep away from the pond. Prince runs
about here and there, and would like them
. to throw a stick or a stone into the water,
that he might dash after it for a swim.
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But Kate and Mary have learned to obey
their parents; and Harry also tries to do
as he is bid, though he is a little too fond
of having his own way.
I have told you that the pond is on the
edge of the common. On the other side
of it is the wood, where the lilies of the
valley and the wild strawberries grow.
The pond is very large and deep. In
summer, the cows and horses go there to
drink. The ducks and geese that feed
upon the common, know their way to it;
and some of the smaller birds may often
be seen just dipping into the water. In
winter, the boys go to slide and skate
upon the ice.
There are two small houses near the
pond. One stands on the edge of the
common, and the other just as we come
to the wood. In this last lives George
Clive, the woodman's son. HIe was one

of the best boys in the village school; but
now he has bid good bye to his books and
sums, and goes to work with his father.
Last winter, when the frost was only just
come, George said to himself one moon-
light night, "I will go and make a nice
slide on the pond, before I go to bed." So
out of doors he went, and Snap, their little
black dog, went with him. But the ice
was too thin to bear him. It broke when
he was a little way from the bank;
and if Snap had not barked so loud, that
George's father came out of the cottage
to see what was the matter, the poor boy
would have been drowned.
It is a lovely walk across the common
on a fresh spring morning, when the
yellow broom is in flower, and the distant
hedges are white with May. We hear
the tinkle of the sheep-bell, and see the
young lambs at play. The lapwing skims


before us, crying pee-wit, pee-wit; and
the cuckoo is heard not far off. Some-
times a wild rabbit darts over the deep
ruts which the carts have made in going
to and from the mill. For the mill, and
the miller's house, are on the other side
of the common, more than a mile from
the village.
And the walk is more lovely still, if as
we look around, we think of God, who
made the earth, and sky, and the bright
sun, and who gives us all things to enjoy.
Why do we not love to think of God ?
It is very sad that so many people live
in this world and do not think of God.
It is the sin in our hearts which makes us
afraid, and keeps us from thinking of him.
But God gives his Holy Spirit, and a new
heart; and Jesus came down from hea-
ven to die upon the cross for our sins, and
to take away our guilt. So that we need

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not be afraid of God; for he loves us, and
is very good to us, for the sake of his dear
Son. It is sin that we must be afraid of,
for it is sin that keeps us from God.
Pray then that you may have God's grace
to turn you from all that is evil, both in
word and deed. Ask, and ye shall
receive; seek, and ye shall find." And
do not forget that God is always near
you, and that he is your best and kindest
friend. He watches over us by night and
by day, and is always doing us good;
and if you love him, you may say-

God is my friend-I need not fear,
For he is good, and always near;
And he will keep me by his power,
From day to day, from hour to hour.

I am a sinner, but I know-
For God's own word has told me so-
That Jesus Christ came down from heaven,
To die, that I might be forgiven.


One thing there is that I must dread,
And that is sin; for God has said
That those whom he protects from ill,
Must love his ways and do his will

If you were to come to our pretty
village, you would like to walk across the
common, and to call at the little white
house where the miller lives close to his
mill. The miller's wife would be glad to
see us, and she would take us into her
snug best parlour; where you would see
a stuffed owl in a glass-case, and an old
clock with figures over the top of the face,
which dance when the clock strikes the
hour. We should be asked to stay to tea,
and then we should have the best China
cups and saucers, and the tea-tray with
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the shepherd and his sheep painted upon
it. And the miller's wife would give us
brown bread and honey with our tea.
After tea, we should go into the mill to
to see how the corn is ground into flour.
And then we might walk round the gar-
den, and gather a nosegay, and look at
the row of bee-hives in the corner. Per-
haps you have learned the verses about
the little busy bee.
The miller's wife would be glad to see
us, and so would the good miller. But I
know some one else who would run to
meet us with a smiling face, and that is
their little girl Jessie, now six years old.
It was Jessie who first showed me the
violet bank that I told you of. She found
them out by their sweet smell, one day,
when she was at play in the field. And
she took me to gather some the very next
time that I went to the mill, for Jessie

is as fond of flowers as I am. I love
this little girl.
Jessie has a pet lamb, which runs about
the house and yard, and follows her into
the fields. It lost its mother early in the
spring, and was given to Jessie when it
was only twelve days old. Then it was
so weak that it could hardly stand. But
it was taken good care of, and fed with
nice warm milk, and now it is as strong
and brisk as any little lamb need to be.
If we come back to the village when the
sun is going down, it is better to choose
the path by the side of the brook; for the
wind blows cold over the common. There
we may walk under the lime-trees where
the bees are so busy in the day-time.
We do not hear them now; for they
left off work, and went home to their
hives, long ago.
The low murmur of the brook is a

pleasant sound, and so is the soft rustle
of the wind among the leaves. The
moon is just rising in the east, and we
may see one or two pale stars in the clear
grey sky. The birds are asleep, each
with its little head under its wing ; but
now and then we may hear a faint twit-
ter, or the chirp of some parent-bird.
The sheep and the lambs are safe in the
fold. We may see them as we pass at
the foot of the hilly field near farmer
Blake's. All the world around us seems
at peace. It is right and wise to love
such sights and sounds as these.
If God has given us hearts that love
him, we shall love to think of his wisdom,
and power, and goodness, which are
shown in all his works. The sun, and
the moon, and the stars will then tell us
of his glory, for he made them, and they
are his. The little birds will seem to

sing his praise; for he teaches them to
build their nests, and to bring food to
their helpless young. Yes, so good and
kind is God that he takes even the little
birds under his care, and not a sparrow
falls to the ground but he knows it. And
shall not children love and praise him
too ? He cares for the birds of the air,
and he will care much more for us, whom
he has made to serve him in this world,
and, if we do so, to live with him for
ever in the kingdom of heaven.

We are early people in our village.
Early to bed, and early to rise. The
farmer's men must be early at work;
and the dairy-maid must rise early to
milk her cows. And the children must
be early, for the good lady would not


like to hear that any one went late to
school. So, as every one must be up
in good time, we go in good time to rest.
When ten o'clock sounds from the old
church tower, the stir of the day is over,
and all is hushed and still. There is
nothing heard but the low bark of farmer
Blake's dog Nettle, now and then; or
the hooting of the white owl as it flies
from its hole in the old barn. The quiet
moon shines over the pond, and the dark
shadows of the elm trees fall on the vil-
lage green. A faint light may perhaps
be seen as the night goes on. It comes
from some cottage window, where the
mother is nursing her sick child; for
there is pain and sorrow in every place.
Yes, even in our pretty village. For
this is a sinful world, and where there is
sin, there must be sorrow. But there is
a bright and happy world above for the

children of God, who have washed their
robes, aind made them white in the
blood of the Lamb. There will be no
more sin, nor sorrow, nor pain, for God
shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.
Dear little reader, pray that you may
reach that bright world -on high, and
dwell with God your Saviour for ever
and ever.


GOD made the sky that looks so blue;
He made the grass so green;
II made the flowers that smell so sweet,
In pretty colours seen.

God made the sun that shines so bright,
And gladdens all I see;
It comes to give us heat and light:
How thankful should we be!

God made the pretty bird to fly;
How sweetly has she sung I
And though she flies so very high,
She won't forget her young.


God made the cow to give nice milk;
The horse for me to use;
I'll treat them kindly for his sake,
Nor dare his gifts abuse.

God made the water for my drink;
He made the fish to swim;
He made the tree to bear nice fruit;
Oh, how should I love him !


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