Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 My pretty story book
 My pretty lesson book
 My pretty pets
 My pretty flower book
 Back Cover

Title: My pretty gift book
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Title: My pretty gift book
Physical Description: 32 p., 29 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Nichols, J. P. ( Engraver )
Religious Tract Society (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
William Clowes and Sons ( Printer )
Publisher: Religious Tract Society
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: William Clowes and Sons
Publication Date: 1867
Copyright Date: 1867
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Senses and sensation -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Physical sciences -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Flowers -- Juvenile literature   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1867   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1867   ( lcsh )
Alphabet rhymes -- 1867   ( rbgenr )
Pictorial cloth bindings (Binding) -- 1867   ( rbbin )
Bldn -- 1867
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's poetry   ( lcsh )
Alphabet rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Pictorial cloth bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
General Note: Probably a re-issue of 5 separately published tracts. Each tract has its own t.p., undated, with the society's imprint.
General Note: Baldwin Library copy lacks title page for "My pretty story book."
General Note: Illustrated title page engraved by J.P. Nichols.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Title Page
        Title Page
    Table of Contents
        Page 1
    My pretty story book
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 4a
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
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        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
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        Page 14
        Page 14a
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 16a
        Page 17
        Page 18
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        Page 20
        Page 20a
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        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 26a
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 29a
    My pretty lesson book
        Page A-1
        Page A-2
        Page A-3
        Page A-4
        Page A-5
        Page A-6
        Page A-7
        Page A-8
        Page A-8a
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        Page A-20a
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        Page A-28
        Page A-28a
        Page A-29
        Page A-30
        Page A-31
        Page A-32
        Page A-33
    My pretty pets
        Page B-1
        Page B-2
        Page B-3
        Page B-4
        Page B-5
        Page B-6
        Page B-7
        Page B-8
        Page B-8a
        Page B-9
        Page B-10
        Page B-11
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        Page B-20
        Page B-21
        Page B-22
        Page B-22a
        Page B-23
        Page B-24
        Page B-24a
        Page B-25
        Page B-26
        Page B-27
    My pretty flower book
        Page C-1
        Page C-2
        Page C-3
        Page C-4
        Page C-5
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
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A GNTLEMAN and a lady in America went to
live at an hotel on the sea-coast. They took
with them their little girl, whom, as we do not
quite know her name, we will call Rosa.
Rosa was a kind, good child, and talked and
played just as we love to see little ones talk and
play. She had been told by her papa that she
must love God, and pray to him, and must try
to lead other people to pray to God and love
him too.
One of the servants at the hotel was a big
Dutch boy. His work was to chop wood, light
fires, and clean shoes. As he was very untidy
in his dress he was called Loose Ben. He was

also of a cross and sullen temper; and when his
work was done, he used to creep into a sunny
corner out of doors, and lay down to sleep. No
one cared for Ben, and Ben cared for no one.
Loose Ben was one day lighting a fire, when
little Rosa came into the room, and looking in
his face, with a smile, said to him, "Do you
love God?"
The Dutch boy had been so long used to the
rude words and hard blows of the people at the
hotel, that he started to hear any one speak to
him with kind words and in a gentle manner.
He stared at the child with his great eyes, and
in a drawling way said, "Yes."
"Do you pray to God?" asked little Rosa;
and in the same shy way as before he said,
"Yes." Then Rosa ran to her books and play.
On the next day, as Ben came into the room
to light the fire, Rosa was again heard saying,
"Ben, do you love God?" and "Do you pray
Sto God ?" and again the reply was the cold,
drawling "Yes." And so morn after morn the

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same words were spoken by Rosa, and the
same answer was given by the big, dull boy.
But a change was soon seen in Ben. The
holes in his coat were mended; his hands were
washed quite clean; a brighter look was on his
face. On Sunday he was dressed in a neat suit

of grey, and a good straw hat was on his head.
And again the child met him with the words,
"Do you love God?"
"You dear little angel," he cried aloud,

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"every day you ask me that, and every day I
lie to you; for I have not loved God. Then you
ask me if I pray to him, and I tell a story to
you again. I have kept lying to you, for I did
not know what was right. No one teach a
poor Dutch boy to speak the truth. But I can
now say, I do love God; yes, and I love to
pray to him. I will tell lies no more. My
heart was very wicked; but I now pray to
God. I thank you that you so often asked me
what you did."
Rosa looked at Ben with wonder. She did not
quite know what it mea-it; so she went to her
mother to tell what Ben had just said to her.

A few years after this time there were closed
windows in a house of a large city. In a dark
room a coffin was seen, and in it was the dead
body of dear Rosa. The Lord had taken her
away to a better home. She had been led to
Give her heart to Jesus while a child, and after
a short life had passed away to heaven.

While the parents were full of sorrow at their
loss, a knock was heard at the door, and a
young man in a neat black dress asked if a little
girl of the name of Rosa lived in that house.
The servant told him that she had been dead
only a few days, when he burst into tears.
Rosa's mamma heard some one speak the
name of her dear child, and came to the door,
when the young man said, "You do not know
me, madam ?"
"I do not indeed," said the lady.
Ah my dear madam, I am poor Loose Ben:
he whose heart was touched by your child's
loving words. Now, thank God, I am a minister
of the Gospel." He then went on to tell how
Rosa used to speak to him. "I still seem to
hear her sweet words, 'Do you love God?'
I had come here to tell her what God has done
for my soul, and find that she is not on earth to
hear them."
"Oh, my dear girl!" he cried, as he bowed
his head, and wept, "you found my mind dark,

and you led me to Jesus. Oh, my lamb, canst
thou now look down upon me, and see me
bending over your dead body ? "
Thus the simple words of the child had, by
the blessing of the Holy Spirit, led the rude,
sullen Dutch lad to be sorry for his sin, and to
trust in Jesus. And we have seen how great
was the change in him. This was dear Rosa's
great work in her short life. She did it, and
then was called home-her home in heaven.
Little child, do you love God?



One day little Willie was told that he might
go into the garden. His mamma said, "Do
not run along the cherry-tree walk." Willie
said, "Yes, mamma, I will mind what you
In the garden was a large grass plat, with
many gay flowers around it. Willie ran at
once to look at a bed of heart's-ease, and tried
to count "pussy's faces," as he called these
flowers. Then he went to where the roses
grew, and picked up some dead leaves that had
fallen on the beds. A bee now flew along, and
as it passed he heard its cheerful song of "buzz,
buzz, buzz." And then a butterfly with its gay
wings came that way, and after going up and
down in the bright sunlight it flew over the


Willie now sat on a garden chair, and a
swallow dashed past quite close to him. After
flying about the pond, the bird flew away
above the high elm trees.
Willie now wished he had got his ball to
play with, only he knew he must not toss it in
the garden lest he should break the lilies and
the rose trees.
Just then he heard some one come along
the gravel path. It was John, the boy who
helped in the garden. He was on his way to
the cherry-tree walk. So he ran to meet him,
for he liked to talk with John as he was at his
SWhat do you want, John ?" said Willie.
"I have come for my hoe, master Willie,
which I left on the lawn."
And where are you going to work then ? "
asked Willie.
"I am going down this walk to weed the
rows of peas, and to prop them up with sticks.
Next I must water the pinks, and sweep the

paths, and make up a nosegay for your mamma.
I have plenty to do, master Willie, so I must
bid you good-bye."

"May I not go with you?" said the little
"Yes," replied John, "come along as fast as
you can."
"But, oh stop," Willie cried out, "I must
not go into the cherry-tree walk. Mamma
told me so."


John then said, "But your mamma did not
say you were not to go with me." This was
wrong in John to tempt the little boy to do
what he ought not to do.
"No; but she said I was not to go, and
though I do not know why she wishes me not
to go that way, I will yet mind what mamma
told me."
John then went away, and Willie looked
after him till he was out of sight. But soon
he heard the garden gate open, and he saw
his mamma coming towards him. He was
quite glad to see her. If he had not done as
she had told him, he would not have been halt
so happy as he was in meeting his mamma.
Willie's mamma had come to take him for a
walk. So he soon ran before her, and set open
the gate at the side of the garden. Which
way will you go to-day, mamma ?" he asked;
for there were two paths which led across the
"I wish to call on Aunt Jane," said his



mamma. "1 must now tell you that I am
very glad, my dear child, that you obeyed me,
and kept my word when you spoke to John, or
I could not have let you go with me."
"But did you hear me talk with John?"
asked Willie.
"Yes, I was standing on the other side of
the hedge, and heard all you both said."
"I like very much to go with you to see
Aunt Jane, and to play with Cousin Frank.
He has some young rabbits to show me. They
are such little dears "
Willie and his mamma soon came to a stile.
The little boy got over first, and then held out
his hand to help his mamma. When they got
into the field, Willie at one time ran before her,
and then he trotted by her side. As he heard
the birds sing in the woods, he began to sing
too. He was as happy as they were. When
he saw some wild roses in the hedge he took
out of his pocket a little knife and cut some
for his mamma.

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In the next field were a good many sheep.
Willie tried to go near to them, and held out
his hand with some grass in it. But they all
ran away, though he called after them that
he would not hurt them.
"There is the house," said Willie. "There,
mamma, look at Frank's pigeons: some are on
the top of the barn, and others are flying round
and round in the air."
Willie now raced on again before his mamma;
but soon Frank came out to meet him. When
they went into the house they sat a short time
with Aunt Jane, who gave him a slice of nice
plum-cake; then he went with Frank to see
the rabbits. Frank took the rabbits out of the
hutch, and put them on the ground that Willie
might see them jump.
When Willie had seen them gambol and
play, he went to tell his mamma that his
cousin had given to him one of the young
rabbits. "It is such a pretty white dear,"
he said; "I think I will call it Snowball."

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His mamma told him that he might have it,
and she would get him a little box to keep it in.
Frank gave his cousin a small basket in
which to carry home the little pet. On their
return Willie kept quite close to his mamma all
the way, talking about the rabbit. He said, "I
am so glad, mamma, that I did mind what you
told me. If I had gone with John, I should
not have had this nice visit to Aunt Jane, and I
should have lost Snowball, for Frank was about
to give it away to the doctor's son."
And Willie's mamma was glad too.

Children, obey your parents in the Lord,
for this is right."

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Little Ann lay on a small bed near a window.
There was a deep flush of fever on her cheeks.
In the same room her brother Robert was at
work, making a little ship. His poor sister's
head could not well bear the noise of his
hammer, but he went on with his work as if he
did not care for his poor sick sister. Was he
not an unkind boy ?
"Robert dear, please give me a cup of
water; my throat is so dry, and my head is
very bad," said Ann, in a soft voice.
Again the loud knocks of the hammer were
heard, and once more Ann asked for a drink of
water; when Robert sharply cried, "Do wait
a minute, Ann. I cannot get it now." At last




he poured out a cupful from a jug which stood
in the sunny window.
"Oh! not this, Robert; pray get me some
fresh water from the well."
"Don't tease so, Ann: you see I am quite
busy. I am sure this water will do.9"
Knock-knock, again went the hammer.
"Oh my poor head!" said Ann, in a gentle
Ann now took the cup, and drank a few sips
of the water: then she again laid her head on
the pillow.
That was the last time Ann ever called on
Robert to show a brother's love. On the next
day she died. And when the black coffin lay
in the room, ready to be carried to the grave,
there was no one who shed more bitter tears
over it than the little boy who had cared more
to have his own way than for the wishes of a
dying sister.
Dear child, will you not try to be kind? or
will you care only to please yourself? Do you


think that you must always have your own
way ? There are times when you must give up
your own will, and try to please others.
Brothers and sisters' should live in love, and
each try to make the others happy. See how
ready some are to give up a toy which another
wishes to play with for a short time. How
glad that little girl is to lend her new book to
her brother. And how glad that brother is to
sit for hours by the side of his sick sister.
Will he play with his kite or make a loud noise
when she asks him to give her a drink of
water ? No; he loves to play at proper times,
but he will give all up sooner than cause her
grief and pain.
Jesus has said that a cup of cold water given
in his name shall not lose its reward. (Matt. x.
42.) He sees every lowly deed of love; and if
we give any thing to any one, from love to him
and for his sake, he will never forget it.
A time will come when every one will look
back on all they have said and done. How




careful then we should be to do and
what is loving and right


speak only

Children, be kind one to another, and live in
peace and love.

Little children, love each other;
Kind, and good, and gentle be:
Brother should be kind to brother,
Sisters should in love agree.

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Listen to a true story.
Mary was very fond of flowers. On her
way to school she passed a garden in which
was a very fine rose tree. There was not a
bush in her own garden that bore so fine a bud.
S"How glad," she said, "I should be if I could
have a slip .of that tree."
Day by day as Mary went by the spot she
stopped to look at the roses; and as she looked
she longed to have some of them. "If I could
take just a little slip," said Mary, "it would not
hurt the bush at all. Were I to ask for it, the
man who owns it would not give it to me; and
it would seem so strange to ask for it. If I
were to take a slip it would not hurt the tree,
nor would it be missed."
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it," said the evil heart. Thus Eve, our first
mother, was tempted, and fell. So Achan saw
the wedge of gold and the fine dress, and was
Mary knew it was a sin to steal; she would
not have taken the slip if she had called it
"stealing." So she gave it a soft name; it was
only taking it. She tried to put away from
her mind the guilt of sin; but in vain. There
is no law which will let us steal little things.
Nor are there any sins so small as not to be
seen by the holy God, who has said, Sin not
at all."
When we begin to sin it is like going down a
steep hill. At first we go quite slow, and then
a little faster-and still more fast till we are not
able to stop. Thus Mary found it; for one day,
she slyly went into the garden, cut a slip of the
rose tree, and took it away.
The slip was then put out in Mary's own little
garden, where it began to thrive quite well.
But was she happy? Was she filled with

delight when she saw the little tree as it grew ?
No; a little voice within her told her that she
had done wrong! How often did she feel that
God looked upon her as a thief! Her sin had
found her out.
When summer again came, the slip had grown
to be quite a shrub. But it never looked to her
eyes as the pretty rose-bush which she loved to
gaze on in her .way to school. She wished it
would not grow so.
A third year came, and there were moss
roses on the tree. She plucked quite a handful
of them; but though they were lovely to others
they were not pretty in Mary's sight. She did
not like to hear any one speak well of the tree.
The roses to her were not sweet. Every time
she looked at it, it was as if she heard the
words, "You stole it; yes, you stole it. Thief!
At length Mary made up her mind that it
should trouble her no more. She went to the
garden early one day, and with her own hands


tore it up, and threw it
She said to herself that
again that she stole it.
that all was now at an
would now be at peace.

by the side of the wall.
it never should tell her
For a time she fancied
end, and that her mind

Winter in due time came, and went away.
In spring the gardens once more began to put
forth green leaves and sweet buds. Mary one
fine day went again into the garden; when, to
her shame, she found that the hated rose-bush




had struck its roots into the ground, and had
grown by the side of the wall. And there it
grew, until long after she had become a woman.
It pushed its bright roses in at the open window
of her room, but though they seemed to smile
at her, they brought her no joy.
Mary would have taken it back to the family
from whose garden it had been stolen; but they
had left the town, and gone to a far-off land.
She had not heart to try again to pull it up. So
it was left to grow year by year, that it might
remind her of her sin.
And often, as she looked upon its buds, she
bent her knees in prayer, that for this sin, as
well as for all her other sins, she might find
mercy. She had been led by the Holy Spirit to
be humble and sorry for her sin, and to seek for
pardon for the sake of Jesus Christ, and she had
a good hope that she had. found it; but never
could she forget the day when she stole the
slip of the pretty rose-bush, and tried to keep it
as her own.





Dear child, never take what is not your own:
if you do, you will be a thief!

To do to others as I would
That they should do to me,
Will make me honest, kind, and good,
As children ought to be.



There was a shepherd who lived in a little
cottage on the side of a high hill. His sheep
used to feed in the valley; and every morn
he went with them to the side of a stream of
water, and while they lay down by its side or
rolled about, he sat and watched them. And
in the evening he called them by the sound of a
pipe. Then he led them up to the fold, and
shut them all in, and went to his own house.
One day the shepherd had been watching
the sheep for many hours. They were some
distance from the cottage, and had gone to a
fresh spot, where much nice grass was found.
As the sun went down the shepherd arose from
the ground and took his pipe. He put it to his
mouth, and began to play a pretty tune. The
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the valley. It was a lovely evening; the setting
sun lit up the tops of the hills with crimson and
purple tints. The sheep now stopped to crop
the grass, and then to drink of the stream which
flowed through the valley.
As the shepherd came near the fold he put
the door wide open that the flock might enter.
He then stood at the gate and counted them.
There should be a hundred of them. He
counted ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine;
and there were no more-one was not there.
Had it gone astray ? Was it indeed lost ?
This was a sad thing for the kind man. He
did not like to lose one sheep, and he knew
what dangers it would meet with in the dark,
on the steep and wild hills. Again he went
into the fold, and counted the sheep once more.
There were only ninety-nine. One had surely
got away. He looked down the valley, but
could not see the lost sheep. He called it, but
there was no answer. He bade his dog look
for it. The dog ran about the fields; but he


soon came back with his head hanging down.
No; it was not to be found. A thick mist
was now spread over the valley, and a cold
wind blew among the trees.
The shepherd looked at his pretty cottage,
and then at the cold black hills, and thought
of the poor thing passing the night among
them, and his mind was made up. I must go
in search of it," he said. Then he took his
crook in his hand and started off to find it.
He went down the hill till he came to the
place where the sheep had been feeding. There
he looked round again; but still he could not
see the young sheep. Just at this place a
little stream came rushing into the valley. He
thought that the sheep had very likely gone
by the side of this stream, so he went up
its banks. The farther he went the steeper
it became. At one time he had to climb
over steep rocks, and then to cross the deep
waters. Once he fell into a swamp up to
his knees; and once the stone he trod upon

rolled away, and he slipped into the river. So
he went on for a long time. It grew very
dark, and he had to light his lantern. And
then the mist from the valley became thick and
heavy; so that, even with his lantern, he could
not see far beyond him; and, if he had not
known the way very well, he would have been
in great danger. Every now and then he
called, or blew his horn; but there was no
bleating of a sheep to be heard.
At last, after he had been calling very loudly,
he thought he heard a soft sound, a little to the
right of him. Then he soon heard it again
This time it was above him. He looked up
and he thought he saw a moving figure on the
top of the rocks. He climbed up, and truly
there he found the poor little sheep, in a place
where it could neither get up nor down, almost
dead with cold, and too weak to walk.
Oh! how glad the shepherd was at this
sight. He forgot his toil and trouble, and
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COME, Henry and Mary, sit by my side under this
tree. I wish to talk to you, for I have many things
to say. I will tell you some things that you would
like to know, and which
may do you good. Anid ,
I want my dear boy and il '
girl to grow in wisdom. 'I /
You know that God
made the world. He j.
made the sun, moon, ,
and stars. He made all
things we see above us
and around us. God
made you, and dear baby
with his bright eyes and loving smile and soft voice.
Henry's ball has not life, nor has Mary's doll. The


rose and the lily have a kind of life; and so have
all sorts of trees and plants. But they do not live
as you do. They do not move from one spot to
another, as they please. They do not think nor feel
as you can. You have feet, and can walk, run, and
skip. You have hands that can touch and feel.
And eyes, that can see; and a tongue that can
speak. You have a better life than the trees ard
Now look at pussy on the green lawn. See how
she plays and jumps after the ball. Can you tell me
in what she is like our dear baby ?
She is alive, mamma.
Yes, pussy can see, hear, feel, and smell after the
mice. She has senses. All kinds of beasts, birds,
fish, and flies have life; but you have a still better
life than they enjoy. You were made after the
image of God. You can feel, and speak, and act in
ways far above any other thing that lives on the
earth. You have reason, and must give account to
God of all you do. You have a soul that will live
for ever-a soul that is of more worth than all the
gold and jewels in the world.




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Henry and Mary will again listen to me, while I
talk to them about the senses which God has given
to them.
What do you mean by senses, mamma ?
Attend to me, and you will know. You have
the gift of these five senses. 1. Sight. 2. Touch.
3. Taste. 4. Hearing.
5. Smell. What is this
that I hold in my hand ?
An apple, mamma.
What a beauty! and
what a large one!
How do you know
that it is a beauty, and
that it is a large apple ?
We can see it. It is
of a green colour, with
red and yellow marks on it. It is almost round.
Yes, you know all this, because your two eyes tell




you so. The eyes are placed

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in the head in such a
way that you can
move them about in
their places, so as to
look on each side of
you. The small dark
part in the middle of
the eye we call the
pupil. It is like a

glass. In that small round there is a real and true
picture of all the things before you. The eye itself
cannot think or know, but it gives pictures to the
brain or mind, and so you can tell how the things
before us look. If we turn round, the picture we
first saw goes away, and a new one comes in its
place. Stand just where you are, and tell me what
you see.
I see our house and the barns, mamma.
Now turn quite round.
I see the park and the trees.
So you find that the picture on your eye alters
when a new object is before you. The eye has a lid, to
close or cover it when you sleep. There are also little
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we call eye-lashes. These are of use in shading the
eye from the strong light of the sun, and keeping out
the dust and flies that might go in. How strange
it is, we can see with the eye the old church at the
top of the hill, four miles away, and, at the same
time, the little fly that is on the ground quite close
to us. The eye is very tender, and soon hurt. Some
people are blind, but I thank God that you can see.


You have looked at the apple, now feel or touch
it. There, that is another sense. This is not like
the other senses, found in one part only, for every
part of our body can feel. The sense of touch helps
the sense of sight to find out about things. It tells
us whether they are hard or soft, hot or cold, rough
or smooth, damp or dry. We learn a great deal in
this way about the shape of objects, and what they
are made of. We mostly use our hands to touch.
Now, look at one of your hands. It has four fingers
and one thumb. They are so formed that you can
bend them or close them up. This enables you to
take hold of things. If you had no fingers you


could not do many things which you can now do
quite well. If you prick the end of one of your
fingers, or a spark of fire falls on it, you feel great
pain, because the sense of touch is very tender at the
tip of the finger.
0 mamma, you took us to see poor blind Jane,
who could read a book with the tips of her fingers.
Yes, the book was the Holy Bible printed in raised
letters. By drawing the ends of her fingers along
Sthe lines, she could make out what was printed on
it. Poor Jane could thus read of Jesus, who opened
the eyes of the blind. She could not look on her
mother's pale face, nor on the clear blue sky, nor on
the green fields, but she could read the words of her
Lord, and that filled her heart with joy. I will repeat
to you a little prayer which she was once heard to
offer: "Dear and blessed Jesus, who lovest the poor,
and openest the eyes of the blind, I thank thee that
thou hast not hidden thyself from a poor blind girl.
And since I cannot read thy heavenly words with my
eyes, I pray that thou wilt whisper them into my
soul, that my spirit may not be dark like my poor
eyes. I can see thee with my heart, 0 Jesus, and thou
knowest that I love thee, and I love thy book."


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Here again is the apple: we will learn from it
about the sense of taste.
Oh, mamma, we know the taste of an apple. We
taste it with our mouth.
Yes, but chiefly with our tongues. As soon as
anything touches the tongue we know if it is sweet
or bitter, or salt or sour. Sugar and honey are sweet,



vinegar is sour, sea-water is salt, hops are bitter;
and pepper bites the tongue, or makes it smart. By
the sense of taste we are able to choose what is
proper for food. Oxen and sheep in the field are
eating nearly all day long. There, look at the pigs
in the farmyard: they seem to have nothing to do
but to eat and drink; but we have lessons to learn,
and work to do, and must not spend much time in
taking our food. We must thank God for food and
drink-for nice milk, and bread, and other things;
but we must not be always eating and drinking;
nor must we be greedy or dainty with our food.


Hark! what was that noise!
It was the sound of a gun, mamma.
But it was a great way off: I can hear other
sounds very near to us.
We hear these sounds with the ears. The strange
little openings at each side of the head lets in the
sounds, which strike upon a skin, like a web. This is
fixed tightly over the inside of the open part, like


the ends of a drum. Indeed, it is called the drum
of the ear. The ear
carries sound to the
mind, as the eye carries '
pictures to the mind.
By this we know what iL i
is spoken to us. We
hear the sound of
music, the singing of
birds, and the roar of
the wind. Listen, I
can now hear the soft
"coo, coo of the pretty dove in the wood.
Hearing often helps us to avoid danger. A nurse,
With two children, was just going to cross a stile.
But she heard a fierce bull bellow in the field,
so she knew there was danger, and she turned away.
A coach was going along very fast, and a man was
run over, and killed. The poor man was quite deaf,
so he did not hear the sound of the coach; and the
night was too dark for him to see it, and enable him
to get away in time. It is by hearing that we learn
what will make us wise.
Mamna, we learn a great deal when you speak to


us. How sorry we should be if we could not hear
you talk.
It would indeed make us quite unhappy if we
could not hear each other. We like to listen to
kind loving words. As old Susan, who cannot read,
is glad to hear little Patty read to her from the
Holy Bible. Besides, if you could not hear-that
is, if you had been born deaf, you would not have
learned to speak. Those who do not hear at all are
mostly dumb. How sad to be both deaf and dumb !
There are many poor children who never heard their
parents' voice, and who never could tell us when they
felt pain or joy. We must thank God for this sense
also. I hope you will always open your ears to the
voice of truth and wisdom, and turn them away from
the words of sin and folly.


Let us turn once more to our apple, and we shall
bring into use the sense of smell.
We smell with our nose, mamma.
Quite true, Mary. Do you not like to smell the
red rose, and the violet, and the sweet-brier.



Yes, mamma, we do.
flowers, you took one
shut our eyes, and guess
what flower was in the
room. I liked that game
of play,
It would be a great
loss to us if we had not
this sense; flowers would
lose half their charms.
They would still be very
pretty to look at, but
would not be sweet to
smell. See, here is a
picture of roses, pinks,
heart's-ease, and some
other sweet flowers.

Once when you had some
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This sense is also useful in helping us to know or
judge of the nature of things. In this way we may
often know if they are good or bad, and if proper
for food or not. The power of smell helps, too, in
time of danger. It was thus I found out that the
linen in the kitchen had caught fire, and we ran
to put it out before much harm was done.




Oh, mamma, how I do love this nice walk on the
Common! The air blows all over my face.
And look up, mamma; there is a balloon! It
is far up above the church-steeple; quite high in
the air.
Yes, my dears, it is very nice to feel the air refresh
us in our walks. We seem to breathe more freely,
and get quite strong again. The air is all around us.
We cannot see it, but we feel it. Now look at the
balloon. It moves very fast. It is the wind that
drives it along. Wind is air moving fast. You
know that last year it blew down the old oak tree in
our fields.
What is the use of air ?
It has a great many uses. The chief use is for us
to breathe it. When we breathe, we draw in the
air through our mouth and nostrils, and it goes
into our lungs, and mixes with the blood. It is not
all the air which mixes with the blood. Air is
made up of two parts. One part is mixed with
the blood when we breathe, and the other comes
back through the nose. If a man were shut up


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in a small room, in which the doors and windows
fit so tight that no air could get in, by and by he
would use up all the good part of the air, and
then, if no more fresh air were let in, he would die.
People should always let fresh air into their rooms,
because it is hurtful to the health to breathe bad
air; it makes us weak and sickly. Beasts and
birds need air as we do. If a mouse or a bird
were shut in a box, which had no hole in it, it
would die for want of
air. Fishes breathe air i'
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and then shut the lid
very close, it would die.
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are not covered over. I~
When the wind moves
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and damp. It also moves the sails of ships, so that
they go along; and turns the sails of the mill on
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Here is a spring of water, mamma. May I stop
and drink. I am so glad that we have nice water.
Yes, Henry, we ought to be thankful for fresh
water. This spring flows from the side of this hill
till it is a large stream;
then other streams flow
into it, so that it becomes
a broad river. The river
flows into the sea. The
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further than your eye
can reach. Men may
sail in a ship for many
weeks, and not come to
land. The water of this
spring is brought into
our house for us to
drink; and it flows along the garden, and helps to
make the fruit and flowers grow. Frozen water is
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makes our railway carriages and some of our ships
move; vapour forms clouds, and clouds pour down
rain. There is one other thing I must tell you
about water. In the sea and rivers it is always
moving. Twice every day it comes up high on the
shore. This is called "high water." And twice it
rolls back, when we have what is called "low water."
This is one of the means which God uses to keep the
water pure.
I think, mamma, I shall not forget what you tell
us about the great waters.
And do not forget this lesson: The seas and
streams of the earth show us that God is great, and
wise, and good. We cannot tell how great and wise
he is. We cannot find out all his works and ways.
And yet he looks on you, my dear children, and
cares for your wants. He keeps you by night and
by day, and is always doing you good.


Let us now walk in this field of corn, and see the
young yellow stalks waving in the wind. The corn


was sown in the ground at the end of last autumn.
As soon as it began to grow, the whole field was
full of green blades, which looked like grass. Then
as the months passed, the corn grew taller and taller;
and soon the ears were seen peeping through the
tiny leaves. Still the
ears grew, and at last
became dry and yellow.
_-__ .Now they are quite ripe,
and you see the men
N cutting down the corn,
and tying it in bundles;
these bundles are called
i; sheaves. The sheaves
l will stand in the field till
they are quite dry, and
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into the barn. When
the corn is wanted for
use, a man will thrash it with a flail, or large stick,
and the grains of corn will fall out. Next it will
be ground in a mill, and be made into flour. You
know it is of flour that our bread is made. In
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of bread from a tree. It is called the bread-fruit
tree. The fruit of this tree is quite big. When
roasted, and the rind cut away, the inside is found
soft and white, and is very nice to the taste.
You told us, dear mamma, to thank God for the
water we drink. Should we not also thank him for
the bread we eat?
Yes, Henry. The farmer makes the ground ready,
and sows the seed; but it is God who causes it to
spring up above the ground, and to grow and ripen.
He makes his sun to shine upon it, and his rain to
water it. To Him we owe the gift of corn.

Now, mamma, tell us something else: we like to
hear you talk.
Well, my dear child, as we go along we will speak
of the clothes we wear. The stuffs of which they
are chiefly made are flax and cotton, which come
from plants of the earth; and wool and silk, which
we get from living things.
The little flax plant bears pretty blue flowers. It
grows in fields, and when pulled up by the roots,
is spread out in the open air to dry. Then, after it


ias been washed and dressed it is taken to a mill,
where it is spun into yarn And last of all, the yarn
is woven into linen cloth, which we use in dress in a
great many ways.
Cotton is the soft, silky covering of' the seeds of
the cotton plant. The seeds grow in a pod, and from
them the soft floss is
S picked with much care.
It is then washed and
woven into thread, and
the thread is woven
into cloth for our use
in a good many ways.
We are told that it is a
(-,. ppretty sight to see the
'i\ 'm ,- black women and chil-
'i^ ':e idren among the green
S. stalks of the cotton plants
in the time of the cotton
harvest. They put the white wool into baskets and
bngs as they pluck it from the bursting pods.
Wool is the soft hairy covering of the sheep. This
i: cut off in the month of June, when the sheep can
,v7l spare their warm great coats which they have
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fleece. Before it can be used it is washed to make
it clean. Then it is drawn over large iron combs.
The spinner next takes it, and makes of it yarn
or worsted. Then it
passes into the hands of q
the weaver to be spun' .-,
into cloth and flannel;
and soon cloaks, coats, .
socks, and I do not .
know how many other f .
things, are made of it,
to keep us from the
Silk is spun by the little worms which you have
seen at your cousin Fred's, and which we call silk-
worms. They spin cocoons, or little balls of silk,
which after being wound, cleaned, and spun again,
are made into satin, broad silk, velvet, crape, shawls,
and ribbons. Many years ago only rich people were
allowed to dress in sill; and besides, the poor could
not get it, for it cost a great deal of money.
There are many other things which we use as
parts of our dress-such as the hide or skin of the
horse, for the soles of our boots; the skin of calves,
for the upper parts of our shoes; the skin of Idds


and lambs for gloves; the fur of some wild animals,
for tippets and hats; and straw, for bonnets.
Now, let me repeat to you some verses which
I learned when I was a little child-


Come here to mamma, and I'll tell you dear boy-
For I think you would never have guessed-
How many poor animals we must employ
Before little George can be dressed.
The pretty sheep gives you the wool from his sides,
To make you a jacket to use;
The horse and the calf must be stripped of their hides,
To give you these nice little shoes.
While rabbits and beavers, and many more too,
Each is forced to give us a share;
One sends us a cloak, and another a shoe,
That we may have plenty to wear.
Then as the poor creatures thus suffer to give
So much for the comfort of man,
I think 'tis but right, that as long as they live
We should treat them as kind as we can.




You are looking at your watch, mamma; is it
time to go home?
Yes, we must now turn back in our walk. Tell
me, Mary, what is the time of the day by my watch.
Oh, mamma, I cannot tell. Please show me.
Well, then, go round
these marks with me.
See these large letters,
I, one; II, two; III,
three; and soon to XII,
twelve. These letters
show the hours. Above
them are small figures,
5, 10, 15, up to 60,
which mark off every
five minutes as they pass
away, and the little dots show a minute as it passes.
The watch has two hands, or pointers; one is shorter
than the other. The short hand points out the
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watch has twelve hours marked on it. The small
hand has to pass twice round to make a day.
Repeat this little table after me:

Sixty Minutes make one Hour.
Twenty-four Hours make one Day.
Seven Days make one Week.
Four Weeks and a few Days make one Month.
Twelve Months make one Year.

The months are not all of the same length. These
lines will help you to keep this in mind.

Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has Twenty-eight alone;
And all the rest have Thirty-one.
Except Leap-year-then is the time.
February's days are Twenty-nine.

Leap-year comes once in four years.
Can you tell me how many days there are in a
year ? There are three hundred and sixty-five days
in one year. What a great number that is! I dare
say you think this a very long time indeed. But



yet, when a year is gone, it seems far shorter than a
year to come; and old people who have lived a great
many years, think all their life seems short, when
they look back. All time seems short, when it is
past; but for ever is very long, for it will never
be past. Our souls will live for ever: they will
never die. Where shall we live for ever? Either
in heaven or in hell. If we live now as God's
children, if our sins are washed away with the blood
of Jesus, and our hearts made clean by the Holy
Spirit, we shall live with God in heaven; we shall
be more happy than we can now tell. But if we do
not follow Jesus here, and walk in his ways, we shall
be for ever cast away from him.


Now, dear mamma, we have come to the old
forest gate. I wonder how many trees there are in
this place! And how many there must be in all
the world! I know of what use they are: they are
for birds to make their nests in, and for us to build
houses with the wood.

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Yes; and a great many other good uses besides,
Henry. Some trees please the eye, some the taste,
others yield us food, and some supply physic when
we are ill. There is not a tree, or shrub, or plant,
without its use. What
should we do without
chairs and tables, ships,
S and a hundred other things
which we now make of
S wood? And then, how
should you like to lose all
__ the cherries, nuts, apples,
plums, pears, grapes, and
other fruits of trees ?
Let me show you how you could get a breakfast
from the trees. First, there is bread from the bread-
fruit tree of the South Sea Islands. Butter we will
get from the butter-trees which grow near a great
river in Africa. A jug of milk can be drawn from
the cow-tree of South America. We could have a
choice of tea from China, or coffee from the East, and
sugar from the West Indies. Then cups and saucers
could be made of the cocoa-nut shells; and a nice
white table-cloth may be got from the bark of a tree

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which has been called the table-cloth tree," for its
bark peels off in broad thin sheets. But we are
not likely to sit down to such a breakfast except
in fancy.
And now what shall I say of the rose-wood tree;
the ebony, or black-wood tree; the gamboge, or
yellow tree; and the zebra, or spotted tree? Then
there are the lace-bark tree, whose thin bark looks
like lace-work; the tallow-tree, from which candles
can be made; the cork-tree, which gives us stoppers
for our bottles; the india-rubber, the gum, the gutta-
percha, the cocoa-nut, the fig, and the cannon-ball
trees. The fruit of this last tree are like large balls,
which burst in the night with a noise like that of a
great cannon. Then come oaks, elms, palms, cedars,
yews, myrtles, thorns, maples, firs, chestnuts, walnuts,
limes, and I cannot tell how many other trees be-

In flower, and herb, and shrub, and tree,
The skill and power of God we see.
And all, whatever their place or name,
His goodness and his love proclaim




While I am speaking about trees 1 am also think-
ing how we get our coals.
But, mamma, we do not get coals from trees:
papa once told us that coals came out of deep, pits
under ground.
So they do, my child; but wise men tell us that
the coals we now get out of the earth consist of
forest-trees, shrubs, and ferns, which once grew on
the top of the ground many, many long years ago.
But these forests have sunk down and have passed
through great changes. They were crushed to-
gether, and have become quite black and hard, and
now form our coal. Men dig deep mines till they
come to where the coal is found. They have lamps
to give light. And when they have dug a good
deal of coal, it is drawn out of the pit by ropes and
chains, and then put into ships, and sent to towns
that are far away. A great many men and boys work
in these pits or mines. They often stop in them for
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I have heard that sometimes the earth falls in upon
them; and there also is a kind of foul air which
blows up with a loud noise, and kills them. But
when they take great care, this does not often
happen. Coals you know are of great use. I am
sure as we sit around our warm firesides we should
think of the poor men who work in the deep pits,
that we may have coals to use.


Dear mamma, let us look again at your pretty
little Testament, which cost only sixpence.
Indeed, Henry, it may well surprise us. It is
not with us now as with people many years ago,
when they wrote on leaves of plants or skins of
beasts, sewed together. It took a good deal of
time then to write a book; it was a very large one
when written; and only rich men had money
enough to buy it. Books, you know, are now printed.
I should like to see them print a book, mamma.
Some day, Mary, I hope to take you to where
they print books. Mainy heads, and hearts, and



hanid.- must be set to work before you can have
a book to read. From first to last, more than
twenty persons must do their share of the work
before you can get a little farthing book. First,
the paper-maker must form the white sheet on
which it is to be printed ; the founder must cast
the types, or letters; the smith must make the iron
press; the ink-man must supply the ink; one man
must set up the letters, and another must print it
at the press. Besides these, there are the author
who writes, and the artists who draw and engrave
the pictures; and the binder who puts the whole
together. One writer seeks to make children wiser
than they are; another tries to teach them to be
useful. A third wishes to make them happy; and a
fourth has some lessons of piety to teach. When
grandpapa was a little boy there were few books for
the young; now there are many. Among the many
mercies you enjoy above those who lived before you in
the world, you must not forget to thank God for
The best book in the world is the Holy Bible.
Why do you think the Bible is the best book?
Because it is the Book of God. It is the book he





told holy men to write. It tells us what none other
could make known to us.
It tells us how man was
made in a holy and happy
state; and how he fellinto
sin and sorrow. It contains
the holy law and will of'
God; and gives the lives of
some of the good men who
have lived in the world,
as Abel, Joseph, Moses,
David, John, Paul, and many others. But, above all,
it tells us that God so loved the world as to give
his only Son, that all who believe in him might be
saved. You know what sweet and true stories we
have in it about Jesus: how he was born in a stable,
and that angels came to earth, and sang a song of
joy. Then it shows how gentle and good he was
when a child; and how he grew up to teach the
people, and to go about doing good. He gave sight
to the blind, made the deaf to hear, cured those that
were sick, and called the dead to life again. And
then, at last, he died on the cross for our sins; and
rose again to appear before God for us. May you

ever love to read about Jesus-that Sweet Story
of Old."

I've read the story o'er and o'er,
But it seems always new;
I feel the tears flow down my cheek
To know that it is true.
That He should walk o'er Judah's hills,
By Galilee's blue sea,
And have not where to lay his head,
Then bleed and die for me!

How could those wicked, wicked men
Insult the Saviour so,
And from his sacred hands and feet
Have caused the blood to flow ?
But oh, that precious, precious blood,
For me so freely given,
Oh may it cleanse me from my sins
And make me fit for heaven!








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OUR pet Pussy is called Tabby. She
loves a warm place near the fire at home,

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and when she goes abroad to run along
the garden wall.
One day she got with her kittens on
the sofa in the parlour. And fine games
they had, but which were not those
mamma liked; for they turned over her
work-basket, and made a tangle of the
ball of red worsted. The cover of the
sofa was dragged to the ground, and
little Bright-eyes was thrown on her
back. The next time they wish to have
a romp they must go into the garden.
We tell Tabby to keep in the kitchen,
though she should not get on the table
even there. She loves to keep herself
clean. She is sure to wash her face
every time she eats, and smooth down
her furry coat with her soft paws.
We should learn a lesson from Tabby

to keep clean hands and face, and to
be neat and tidy in our dress.
When we notice our pussy, and stroke
her soft back, she says, "purr, purr," and
then will rub her sides against our feet.
She is a kind and gentle thing.
Some people say that cats can see
when it is quite dark; but it is not true.
Papa says that they can see with much
less light than most other animals; as
their eyes are suited to such a purpose.
Papa told me a story about a brave
cat, which I will tell you. One day when
some kittens were at their romps near a
barn door, a large hawk flew that way,
and longed to make a dinner of one of
the little things. In a moment he caught
a kitten in its claws; but before he could
fly away, the mother-cat sprung on the

bold bird. There was now a great fight.
Poor pussy was much torn, and blood
flowed from her head and sides. But she
would not let go her hold on the bird,
and kept up the fight. At last she broke
the wing of the hawk, and after a hard
battle laid him dead at her feet. Pussy
then turned to her kitten, licked its
wounds, and began to purr with joy in
having saved her from the claws of the
wild bird.

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master. His hair is long and curly, and
master. His hair is long and curly, and

his dark ears hang at the sides of his
fine-looking head.
Tray can run and jump, and carry and
drag, but his delight is to plunge into the
water and bring out his master's stick.
They say that a dog loves his keeper;
he waits on him all day, and guards his
house all night. How ready he is to
obey, and how he fawns around his
master's feet that he may notice him,
and kindly pat his sides.
You see in the picture two kinds of
TERRIER dogs. One is smooth and sleek,
with short hair. The other has rough
hair, which covers its face, so that you
cannot see his sharp nose and bright
eyes. These dogs are strong, bold, and
lively; and will hunt rats and mice out
of our houses. Some seem to know as

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much as a child, and can make out what
is said to them nearly as well.
Would you like to hear some true
stories about dogs? If so, listen, and
I will tell you some.
A dog once lost its master. Twenty
years passed away, and the poor dog
had grown old, and was lying in a dying
state by the side of the road. Just then
he saw his master, who had been to a
far-off land, and was now on his return
to his home. The poor dog knew him
in a moment, and rose from the spot;
then, crawling to the feet of his master,
he seemed to kiss them, and died while
looking up in his face.
A poor woman, with her dog, was one
day in winter on her way from market.
The snow lay very deep on the ground,

and a storm of snow beat around her.
At last she sank down on the ground,
and could not rise again. The dog ran
to the village and began to whine and pull
the clothes of the people, as if to tell them
that their help was wanted; but they
did not know what it meant, and left the
dog to itself. Finding it could get no
help, the faithful dog ran back to where
the woman had fallen, and found her
dead. It then sat for three days and
nights by the side of the body, and
though a basket of food had dropped
from the woman's dying hands, the poor
animal was too full of grief to touch it.
And there it kept watch until the body
was found and taken away to the
Some dogs can be very busy and

useful. One of them used to be sent

handle of a milk can, in which was a
penny. When he got to the place he
knocked at the gate with his paws. The
cow-keeper then took out the money,
and put in a supply of milk, with which
he trotted back with great care. It was
said that he was never known to spill




it or taste any by the way. Was he
not a good and honest dog?
Another dog had the trick of rubbing
against the pockets of people, as much
as to say," Give me a penny." When it
was got he would run away to a baker's
shop and lay the money on the counter.
The baker then used to give in return
a plum bun. A few wags of the tail
showed that a bun was as much a treat
to master doggy as to any school boy.
In Bible times the dog was not
thought so much of as it is now. The
Jews called all people dogs" who did
not belong to their nation.
You have read about the poor woman
who came to Jesus for him to heal her
sick child. He said to her that it was
not proper to give the children's bread



to dogs. She was not angry, and did
not go away thinking she would not
ask any help from one who would call
her a dog, but she very meekly told
Jesus that it was true, she was not fit to
do so, but yet the dogs could eat the
crumbs which fell from their master's
table. She only asked for the crumbs;
she would be glad for even those. Jesus,
who knew all the time what was in her
heart, was so pleased with her words
that he told his disciples he had not
seen such great faith as hers, not even
among the Jews. He blessed the
woman, and gave her what she asked
for, and she went away with a glad
If we go to Jesus he will bless us, and
cleanse our souls from sin.

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Our donkey has a large head and long
ears. She is not strong nor swift of
foot; but she will work very hard. I
love to ride on her back, and to see her
little baby-donkey, or colt, run by her
She feeds by the side of the road, and
a few thistles or rank grass will supply
her wants; she is however quite dainty



about the water she drinks: if it is not
clean she will not touch it.
The donkey is the poor man's friend.
And though he seems dull and slow,
yet he knows his master, and will
find him out among a crowd of people.
We will tell you a story about an old
man's donkey. This man sold fruit and
other things in the streets of London.
His ass often had a good load of apples
and carrots and greens on his back. As
they went from door to door the old man
sometimes gave his friend a handful of
hay or greens, by way of reward. There
was no need to use a whip or to strike
him, for he went along with his work
bravely and well. One day the old man
was asked if the donkey was stubborn.
"Ah, master," he replied, "it is of no

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use to be cruel; why he is ready to do
all that I tell him. He will often have
a game of play, once he started away
from me, and more than fifty people ran
after him, and tried in vain to stop him.
But all at once he turned back of him-
self, and did not stop till he ran his head
into my bosom." Good old man, to be
so kind to his donkey.
Should you like to hear another true
story? Well, listen again.
A little boy, whose name was James,
was very poor. He had no father or
mother to take care of him; but had
to work for his own living. James
went to a ragged-school, and there he
heard about those who pray to idols,
and he wished to help in sending
them the Bible. A school treat was

at hand, to which he went, and there
he heard a little girl repeat some lines,
which were called "Do something for
Jesus." "Oh, what can I do ?" said
More than ten months passed away,
and many people had met to hear about
what was done to send the gospel to
other lands. Some of the people gave
silver money, and some gold, to help in
the good work. What could poor
James do? We shall see. He stepped
up to a table, where the money lay, and
put down a little bag. It was quite
heavy, for it was full of money; more
than five pounds were in it. "Stop, my
boy," said a gentleman, "you cannot
afford to give all this? where did you
get it from ?



We worked for it, sir. Neddy and
me," said James. "You must take it all."
"In whose name shall I put it
down?" he was asked.
Neddy and me," said the boy.
And who is Neddy."
He is my donkey, sir. Donkey and
me work as partners-I give time, and
Neddy gives labour, and a share of our
profits must be given to send Bibles to
other lands. It is not fair for it to be
all in my name. Please take it as from
Neddy and me." And so the money was
taken that people far away might hear
of the love of Jesus to sinners.
Neddy, we are sure, must have been
a happy donkey, to have had such a
kind boy for his master. If you should
at any time, be tempted to ill use this



animal, we hope you will think of
James and his Neddy.
We read about the ass in the Holy
Bible. Rich men and judges rode on

white asses, as a mark of honour.
When Jesus went up to -the chief city,
he rode upon an ass, and the people
took their clothes, and cast them on the
ground before him. Jesus was meek
and lowly of heart, and had not come
to this earth to reign as a king but to



toil, and teach, and die, for our sakes.
May we not forget that God loves the
humble, but the proud he knows afar
off; and may we be meek and mild like
In some lands the ass is wild, and
roves about desert plains without a
master. It is a fine bold, and swift
Asses and mules will travel up the
sides of very steep hills, where there is
hardly a path to walk in, and where
there is a great depth down below.
The riders must let them have their
own way, and suffer the bridle to hang
loose. Up then they go, and gently
and surely get to the top. If they were
to slip, the riders would fall over and
be killed.



When asses go down these steep
places they first stop, and look about
them. They then glance down the path
thatthey may know what danger is in
the way. Then, as if they had settled
it all in their own heads, they put out
their fore feet, and draw up their hind
ones, and so slide down the road, and
carry their masters to their homes.

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My cousin Charlie is very fond of
keeping rabbits. He has two old, and
five young ones. They are white, and
grey, and black. What pretty long ears
they have, and what soft silky fur! He
keeps them in a hutch; but he often
puts them on the ground, and it is such
fun to see them move and leap about.
They are so tame, that they will eat out
of his hand, though I am sorry to say
that at times they are like some naughty
boys and girls-they fight.
One of the rabbits is called Bunny,
another is Jenny, and one dear little
thing has the name of Beauty.
The rabbit takes great care of her



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