Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Aunt Lottie's arrival
 The little haymakers
 Thou shalt not steal
 The attack
 Learning to wash
 Prison friends
 Wide awake
 The little truants
 Front Cover

Group Title: Aunt Lottie's stories for children
Title: The little haymakers
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Title: The little haymakers and other tales
Series Title: Aunt Lottie's stories for children
Physical Description: 221 p., 8 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Lottie
Manning, John H., b. ca. 1820 ( Illustrator )
Chandler & Duran (Firm) ( Engraver )
Welch, Bigelow & Co
University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) ( Printer )
A. Williams and Company ( Publisher )
Publisher: A. Williams and Company
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: University Press
Publication Date: 1860
Copyright Date: 1859
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcshac )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Aunts -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcshac )
Children's stories -- 1860   ( lcsh )
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United States -- Massachusetts -- Cambridge
Statement of Responsibility: by Aunt Lottie ; with eight colored engravings.
General Note: "Electrotyped and Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co."--T.p. verso.
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General Note: Illustrations engraved by Chandler-Duran after (John?) Manning.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
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    Table of Contents
        Page v
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    Aunt Lottie's arrival
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    The little haymakers
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    Thou shalt not steal
        Page 51
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    The attack
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    Learning to wash
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        Page 128a
    Prison friends
        Page 129
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    Wide awake
        Page 166
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    The little truants
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Full Text

The Baldwin Library
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With Eight Colored Engravings.


Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1859, by

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

University Press, Cambridge:
Electrotyped and Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co.


WHILE we are aware that there are, at
the present day, a multitude of books writ-
ten for children, it seems to us that the
demand is increasing for those of the right
kind. Many now before the public are
devoted entirely to the entertainment of the
child, and serve merely to amuse for the
moment; while others are written in a
didactic style, and convey good instruc-
tion, but are destitute of attraction to the
youthful reader. Our object in the fol-
lowing stories is to combine usefulness
with entertainment. While we would
please and amuse, we would also convey


important truth, and leave a salutary im-
pression on the mind. This is our idea of
what a juvenile book should be: that those
who read may not only be pleased, but
profited, and better fitted for the duties
of life,--which result we aim to accom-
plish in the following pages.














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"IHERE she comes!" shouted Harry Morton,
one afternoon, after he had been watching at the
window a long time ; here she comes, at last!
Hurra hurra "
"0 good! I'm so glad Aunt Lottie's come!"
cried Sue, skipping to the window.
Oh! oh! Aunt Lottie 's come Aunt Lottie's
come the rest of the children exclaimed, leav-
ing their sports to catch'a sight of the welcome
Shall I tell you, my little readers, who Aunt
Lottie is, that these children were so glad to see ?
Well, while she is taking care of her boxes and
bundles, before she comes into the house, I will
tell you something about her. She is a nice old
lady, who has no home of her own, no father,
nor mother, nor brothers, nor sisters: but she
finds a home wherever she goes; for she is such a


dear, good, kind old lady, everybody who knows
her loves her, and they all call her Aunt Lottie.
The children, especially, love her, she always has
so many pretty stories for them, true stories,
too, of what she has seen and heard herself. She
writes them all down, and keeps them in her
carpet-bag, to read to good children where she
goes. Do you wonder that Harry, and Sue, and
Tom, and Nellie, and all the rest of the Morton
children, were so glad when she came to their
house ? --for their mother was always so busy,
taking care of her little family, she could not find
time to talk with them a great deal, and their
father seldom came home from his business till
they were all in bed and asleep.
But see while I have been talking about her,
she has come in, and the children are all jump-
ing about her in their joy. Harry and Her-
bert claim the first kiss; Nellie catches up the
crowing baby to show her; sweet little Susie
runs to give her some flowers; while Tom, Ar-
thur, and Benny are pulling her dress, and each
trying to be seen by her first. Even Carlo, their
pretty dog, shows his delight by barking and
capering around the rest. How happy Aunt
Lottie looks, to receive such a welcome Would
you like to know what she is saying to them?


Yes, my little dears," she says, "' I've come
back again, and brought you ever so many beau-
tiful stories and pictures. When I get my things
off, and have a cup of tea, we 'll see what 's in my
carpet-bag. Here, Sue, take my bonnet; Harry,
you lay my shawl on that chair ; Nellie, give me
the baby, bless his little heart! Tom, run and
tell your mother I've come;" and so Aunt
Lottie seats herself in a nice easy-chair, with the
baby in her lap, and the children clinging about
her on all sides.
Mrs. Morton was very glad, you may be sui'e,
to see her children's old friend again, for she
knew that Aunt Lottie instructed as well as
amused them with her stories; so she added her
warm welcome to theirs, and begged Aunt Lottie
never to leave them again.
I think all the little folks, and indeed the older
ones too, may learn a lesson from this picture of
Aunt Lottie; and that is, that we shall always
find friends, if we are cheerful and happy our-
selves, and try to do good to others.
After supper that night, and before it was time
for the little ones to go to bed, they all gathered
around the old lady, and begged for one of her
pretty stories.
I can't read you one to-night, my dears,"



she said, "because I've travelled a great ways
to-day and feel very tired; but I'll show you
some beautiful pictures," and she began to open
her carpet-bag.
I should like to see your pictures very much,"
said Nellie, who was the oldest, but I wish you
could tell us one story first."
Just one little bit of a story coaxed Sue.
" It won't tire you so much as reading one, will
it, Aunt Lottie ? "
The children did not like to tease very hard,
for they knew it was not polite; but they looked
up so eagerly, and smiled so pleasantly, Aunt
Lottie could not refuse them.
Well, I will tell you one," said she, but it
must be a little bit of one, as Sue says."
One day, when I was way up in Vermont,
where the houses are very far apart, and the
woods very thick, I thought I would take my
basket and go out to pick some checkerberry-
leaves, and wintergreen, and other herbs that are
good for sick people. So I went along, following
a cow-path into the woods, and listening to the
birds that sang so sweetly among the trees.
There were a great many of them, and there
were little squirrels, too, hopping about in the
branches. They would look down at me with


their little bright eyes, as if they wondered what
sort of a creature I was; and then they would
run into their holes, for fear I would catch them,
I suppose. I thought I should never get tired
of being in those woods, they were so full of
beautiful flowers and birds, and little creatures
God has made to live there.
After a while, much to my surprise, I came to
a little hut, with a spring of water near it, and
there the cow-path ended. I should have turned
around, and walked back as fast as I could, for
fear some bad man lived there; but just then I
saw a little boy sitting on the stump of a tree,
and staring at me. I always love children,
you know, so I called the little fellow to me.
He was dressed in very coarse, patched clothes,
but they were tidy and clean, and his face and
hands were clean too. I knew, by that, he must
have a good mother, even in that wild place.
'What is your name ?' I asked him.
'Jim,' said he.
"'Well, Jim, come here ; I want to talk with
you,' said I, holding out my hand. But he was
afraid, and ran into the hut as fast as he could.
I wanted to know something more about him; so
I went to the door of the hut, and there I saw
his mother. They were very poor, so poor,


they had no chairs to sit on, no good bed to
sleep on, and nothing to eat, except what they
picked up in the woods, and now and then a bit
of cold victuals, which they had begged. Worse
than all, they had no books, not even the Bible,
to read, and little Jim had never learned his
letters. What a sad thing, for a bright little
fellow like him, to grow up in such ignorance!
His mother was very sorry to have it so, but she
could not help it,- she was too poor to send
him to school, and, besides, he had no clothes fit
to wear out of the woods."
"I wish I could give him some of mine," said
Harry, interrupting Aunt Lottie.
I 'd give him some of my books, if I could,"
said Sue.
"And I'd learn him to read," added Tom.
Then the children all began to tell what they
would like to do for the poor little boy, which
pleased Aunt Lottie very much indeed.
Let me finish my story," said she, and then
you may ask your mother to let you send a box
full of things to him, for he is a very nice boy,
I think. After I got back from my walk that
day, I went all around to see the neighbors, and
they promised to help little Jim and his mother.
So they gave him some clothes, and sent him to


school, where I hope he will learn to read, and
become a useful man."
Didn't he have any father ? asked Nellie.
"His father was killed by a tree falling on him,
which he was trying to cut down, when Jim was
very small, and his mother had n't any friends to
go to; so she lived all alone in the woods, with
her little boy.
Just think, my little dears," said Aunt Lottie,
looking round upon them all, how thankful
you ought to be that God has given you such
good parents, and such a pleasant home, books
to read, and friends to love and take care of you."
The children were all silent for a moment,
thinking about poor little Jim and their own
happy condition, when Aunt Lottic began to take
out from her carpet-bag some beautiful pictures,
all painted in bright colors, and lay them on the
"There," said she, you may look at these a
few moments, and then you must go to bed."
O, I never saw such pretty pictures," cried
Nellie. Where did you get them, Aunt Lottic ?"
I had them all made for you and other good
little children where I go," Aunt Lottie replied,
" and I have written some stories to explain
them. Which would you like to hear first ? "


This," said Tom, holding up one. See what
a splendid time they are having in that boat."
"I think this is the prettiest," said Nellie,
pointing to another, where a little girl was learn-
ing to wash, beside her sister.
-" Hurra! I 've got the best now, I believe,"
cried Harry. "What are all these little chaps
doing, Aunt Lottie ? "
They are making hay," said Aunt Lottie;
"but I must n't tell you what they are doing it
for, till I read you the story. I think you will
all say it is a very pretty one; I call it The
Little Haymakers.' "
Let's have that first! let's have that first! "
the children all cried together; and so Aunt
Lottie promised them she would read the story
of "The Little Haymakers" to them, the next



BEFORE the sun was up, the next day, Harry
and Tom awoke and began to talk about Aunt
Lottie, and to wonder what her story of "The
Little Haymakers could be. After they had
talked a long time, as it seemed to them, imagin-
ing all sorts of things about the children in the
picture Aunt Lottie showed them the night be-
fore, they heard some one go down stairs.
"Who's that ? said Tom. "0, it's Mar-
garet, just going down to light the fire and get
breakfast. Soon the milk-man will come. Come,
let's get up and dress ourselves, Harry, as still
as we can, and go out to play. When do you
think we can have the story ? Aunt Lottie was
so tired last night, I guess she won't get up very
early this morning. But it's Wednesday, and
we 'll ask her to read to us this afternoon, for
you know we only have school this forenoon."


So we can have all the afternoon to our-
selves, can't we, Tom ? "
Aunt Lottie was rested, and ready to read to
them at any time their mamma thought best.
She, too, wished to hear the story, and at the
breakfast-table she told the children that they
would all go to her room after dinner, where they
should not be disturbed; and she hoped all her
little ones would be good at school, and they
might depend on hearing something that would
please them very much from Aunt Lottie. So,
when dinner was over, the little folks hurried up
stairs, and seated themselves quietly in their
mamma's room.
Soon Aunt Lottie came in, and with a smiling
face took the picture of The Little Haymakers "
from her carpet-bag, and gave it to them to look at.
What a funny cart! O, see that dog on
the load of hay !" "Look at that little thing
coming behind with a rake! "Hurra here 's
a tiny little fellow making a horse of his sister!
See, she has fallen down, but I guess she did not
hurt her any, for she is laughing." 0, see that
boy with a long stick driving the team! " Great
team that is -two boys !" Pooh! that driver
don't know how to hold his whip, it's too high;
but I guess he don't mean to let it touch the


Come, little dears, we must not look too
long at the picture now. You may have it again
after I have read you my story, and you will like
better to look at it when you know all about it."
In a moment all were quiet again, and Aunt
Lottie, taking the story from her carpet-bag,
began : -
You know I go about visiting my little friends,
and I was at the house where most of these
'Haymakers' live, and saw them when they
were just drawing home the load as you see them
in the picture. They were very good children,
and this was a happy day to them. They had
been watching the grass as it grew on a little
patch of ground which their father had told them
they might have for their own ; after it was cut,
they were to make the hay themselves. They had
been anxiously waiting for him to say it was
ready to be mown, as old Humphrey had promised
to mow it for them. So one day in August they
all walked out to look at it, and Mr. S. said, I
think this grass will require cutting to-morrow ;
and- you may ask Humphrey to do that for you,
- then you will take all the care of it : ii. .vi1 -..'
"The morning was bright, the breakfast was
early, and the whole group of children were on
the spot to watch every stroke of the scythe as it


levelled the ripened grass. When it was all
down, old Humphrey, taking off his hat, wiped
the sweat from his brow, and said, There, my
little masters, I've done my part; now do your
own well, and you will have fine hay.'
The boys had supposed they knew just how to
make hay; but, as is sometimes the case with
older people, when their knowledge is to be put
into practice, they felt their need of more par-
ticular information, and asked old Humphrey,
'What shall we do first ?'
Do ? Why, let it lie as it is a little while in
the sun. When it is dry on this side, then turn
it over so that the sun will shine on the other
side; when both sides are well dried, then rake
it up into rows or bunches.'
The boys felt rather tried that there was noth-
ing to be done immediately, and hardly knew
how to wait the slow process of drying by the
sun; but they had a nice play in the fields, and
the time went swiftly by. They were delighted
when the grass was dry enough to turn; after
that labor was performed, and they could actually
see that the hay was making, their thoughts
naturally turned to the use to be made of it.
I think,' said James, we had better sell it;
we can get a dollar or more for it.'


But,' said Albert, that would not be much
to divide among so many of us, and I had rather
have the pleasure of giving my share away.'
There was quite a discussion between the
children about the disposal of the hay. The
girls thought they had better ask their father's
advice, which was at length agreed to by all.
So at night, when their father had taken his
tea, they asked him if lie could talk with them
awhile before their bedtime.
"'Yes, indeed, I am always 1 I!.i', to do that,
my dear children. What do you wish to say to
We want your advice, dear papa, about our
hay,--what shall we do with it when it is all
made ?'
The boys stated the case, telling him how they
had worked on the hay, and how anxious each
was for a little money of his own, and asked,
with much earnestness, Would n't you sell the
hay, papa ?' Could n't we get a dollar for it ?'
'Don't you think we ought to have some money
of oar own to lay up ? '
What do my little daughters say about it ?'
asked their father. 'Do they, too, want some
money ? '
"'0 yes,' said Ellen, the oldest, we should


like money to use for many things ; but a share
for each will be such a small sum that we think
we had better give the hay to some needy person.
Our neighbor down the lane is a poor widow, you
know, and she works very hard to support herself
and family, with only a cow to depend upon for
all the money she has. She sells milk and buys
food with the money. Now, don't you think,
papa, she would be very glad to have our hay ?
You know it is very nice, and fresh, and sweet,
and I think the old cow would be delighted to
taste of it, don't you, papa ? '
"' Cows delighted do hear Nellie talk! in-
terrupted one of the boys; as if cows know
what it is to be pleased! Do they ever laugh,
Nellie ? '
But, papa,' asked John, do you think it
would do to offer our hay to Mrs. Brown ? Per-
haps she would not like to be thought a '.. - -,.'
"' My dear boy, there is quite a difference
between accepting a gift and I.-.:..- .. I do not
think Mrs. Brown would be willing to ask for
your hay, but I believe she would gladly accept
it if offered to her, and I am very much pleased
with Nellie's plan. You must remember, my
dear children, you are liable to be as poor as Mrs.
Brown, and would you not like to know that


some children sympathized with you, and were
happy to do all in their power to aid you ? Mrs.
Brown, in her childhood, had as happy a home
as you have, and as many comforts around her.
Now, just think how you would feel to leave
your home and live just as she does.'
But I would n't do it,' said Sammie. I
would always stay in my father's house.'
Suppose your parents should die and leave
you, with your brothers and sisters, without any-
thing to live upon ? '
0, you would n't do it, papa; I know you
would n't i'
Certainly, I should not, my boy, if I could
help it; but troubles might come upon me which
I could not avoid. Many a man who was worth
a great deal more property than I am has died
poor, and left his family to take care of them-
selves. This may be your lot, and now I ask,
ought you not to do with your hay what you
would wish others to do to you, if you were in
poverty ?'
"' 0 yes, yes !' said the children ; 'that's the
rule which Aunt Lottic always teaches us, when
slhe is here. We 'll load up our hay and carry it
to poor Mrs. Brown ourselves, and we shall all
feel happier than if we had the money for it in
our pockets.'


Nellie alone seemed not quite satisfied with the
decision. She put her arm around her father's
neck and whispered,' Papa, could n't we send it
to Mrs. Brown, so that she might not know
where it came from, and she would not feel, when
we see her, that we are better off than she is ?'
Her father kissed his little daughter, and told
her he was very glad to hear her speak so kindly
of the feelings of others, especially of those in
poverty. 'Always remember, my dear child,
from whom you receive all your blessings, and be
grateful to Him for them; and never forget those
who have not your comforts, but do all you can
for them in as kind a way as possible. I think,
in this case, it will be well for you all to go with
the hay, and ask Mrs. Brown to accept it for her
cow, and to give you, if she is willing to, some
account of herself and the trials she has had.
You all love stories so much, you will feel amply
rewarded for your labor, and it will do you good,
I think, to hear her talk.'
"So this plan was agreed upon by all. Now,"
said Aunt Lottie, you may look at the picture,
and see how bright and happy they look Even
the little dog, Watch, seems to know they are
going to do good, and make the widow's heart
glad by giving her their hay."


Let me see," said Harry. Whichis Nellie ?"
"I know her," said Tom: the ;., -. girl,
carrying a rake, is n't it, Aunt Lottie ? "
Yes, my boy, you have guessed right."
"I want to see Albert," said Sue. "I e was
the first one who spoke about giving his hay
away. That in he, drawing the load, the one
with the hat on, I know."
So it is, Susie. How did you know ? "
Why, I looked right in his face, and I knew
he was a good boy, and kind to the poor."
Which is Arthur ? asked Tom. 0, I see,
- the large boy, carrying the end of the pole."
Look, they have got a wheelbarrow to put
hay on," said Harry. Is n't that a funny idea ?
They have tied ropes to it, and draw it by them,
and Arthur pushes behind, that 's a real good
way, I think. How happy they all look! I
should think they would feel pleased to do such
a kind act. I wish I could do something for poor
people; but I am a little boy, and have n't any-
thing to give to anybody."
Yes, my dear, you have,' said Aunt Lottie.
You can always give pleasant words and smiles,
and you can do kind acts for others. Little
children, even, have a great deal to give away
that is all their own, and which everybody loves


to receive. I'm sure I had a great deal rather
a little boy would give me a pleasant word and
a smile than to present me with a costly gift
in an unkind, disagreeable manner. Reemember,
dear children, our pleasant words and kind feel-
ings are all our own, and we must take care to
use them, if we would make others happy."
That's the way Aunt Lottie does herself,"
whispered Nellie, "and that makes -. I;...1
love her. I wish I could always be as kind to
others as she is."
Shall we go on with the story now ? asked
Aunt Lottie.
0 yes! we're all ready."
The children had to go quite a distance in the
street with their load of hay, and then they
turned down a long lane, at the end of which was
the house. They passed the cow in the lane,
and little Sammie called out to her, Look here,
Mrs. Moolly, see what we've brought you! You
shall have it all to eat; don't it smell nice and
sweet ?'
When they reached Mrs. Brown's door, Arthur
stepped forward, and in a pleasant manner told
her they had brought some hay they had made
themselves, which they wished her to accept for
her cow.


Mrs. Brown was very much pleased with the
gift and asked them to come in and see Wil-
lie; he was a feeble little boy, and seldom went
out. He had a heart disease, and could not play
like other children; so he amused himself with
reading. He had some very interesting books,
which had been given him, and lie showed them
'to his little visitors.
After they had talked with him awhile, Arthur
told Mrs. Brown that his father had been very
much interested in the story of her life, and
wished his children to hear it, if she was willing
to tell it to them.
Mrs. Brown turned to Willie and said some-
thing in so low a voice they could not hear. He
got up slowly and walked to the door; then, turn-
ing to the little group, lie asked them to come
again, as he was sometimes quite lonely, and
should be very glad to see them.
I '11 come and bring you some of my books
to read,' said Albert.
I thank you, I should like some. Good
by,' said Willie. I must lie down now ; I am
not very well, and do not sit up all day.'
Mrs. Brown took one of the little ones on her
lap, and placed the others around her so that she
could see them all. Now, my dear children,


as you wish to hear it, I'll tell you about my
own life.'
"'And \ill;-.1 too?' said Albert, who had
become deeply interested in tile little suffering
"' Yes, and Willie's too,- bless his heart! I
thank God for preserving his precious life; for,
feeble as he is, and of course a constant sufferer,
I cannot bear to think of his dying.'
Did you ever have any other little boy ?'
asked Sammie.
Yes, and little girls too, but God took them
all home to himself a few years ago; all are gone
but Willie and me. When they died, I felt that
I could not have greater sorrow. But I was mis-
taken; I have had trials harder to bear since
that time. My first boy was drowned; he fell
through the ice when he was skating. 0, I can
never forget that dreadful night when his body
was found and brought home '
Was you poor then ?' asked Sammie.
Hush, hush, Sammie!' whispered Nellie.
SDon't ask such questions; 't will make her
feel bad.'
No, my dear child, I was not poor then; but
let me go back and tell you a little of my early
life. My father lived in the city of B- where


I was born. I had kind, affectionate parents,
brothers and sisters as you have, and a pleasant
home; but as my brothers grew older they longed
for more room for boyish sports, and :...- .1 father
to move into the country. Soon he bought a
place in A- about ten miles from the city.
Here we were all very happy. Mother seemed to
enjoy it as much as we did, and I often heard her
say that her children were more healthy, and
much less troublesome, than they were in the
city. This was my home till I was married, and
had a house of my own, which was in the town
of S- My husband was a lawyer, in good
business, and all was prosperous and happy with
us for many years, till my Clarence was drowned.
O, how we mourned for him, our noble boy! Then
the scarlet fever came into our household, and
took three of my children; little Horace first, and
then both his sisters, Mary and Jennie.'
How old were they ?' asked Tom.
"'Clarence was ten, Mary was six, Jennie three,
and Horace one. Dear little Willie was eight
years old then, and he was all we had left. But
that has not been my greatest affliction. My
children are, I trust, with the Saviour who loves
them, and will take better care of them than I
can. After a few months my husband's business


declined, he got into debt, and at length lost all
his property. Then our house, our dearly-loved
home, had to be given up, and our furniture,
pictures, and books,--yes, even the little crib and
beds of my children, -were all sold at auction.
My father thought Willie and I had better stay
with him awhile till my husband could arrange
his affairs; but I was not contented long away
from Charles, -so we went back. 0, how my
heart ached when I met him! I saw that all
was not right. Too soon I found that he had be-
come intemperate; in my absence he had been
drinking brandy to drown his sorrows. He
thought, if he could forget his troubles, they would
leave him; but that was a foolish as well as a
wicked thought, was it not, dear children ? God
sends all our sorrows to make us better ; and if we
will ask him to help us bear them, he will give us
strength, and if we love him and trust in him we
shall be .i'',-, even if we have afflictions. I
tried all I could to reason with my husband, and
begged him not to touch such poison; but he
would not listen to me, and even treated me un-
kindly. Dear little Willie, whom he loved so
much and so tenderly, he struck and threw
down so violently that he has never got over it.
0, this was the hardest thing I ever had to bear!


- to see my husband, whom I loved so dearly,
abuse my only child, and treat me so that I had
to call for help! His troubles and afflictions
were made worse, as they always are, by brandy
or rum or any thing of that kind; and he was
soon deranged, and did not know either of us.
He did not live long, and just before his death
he came to his senses, and asked my forgiveness
for all his unkindness to me; he kissed little
Willie, and told him never to touch brandy or
rum while lie lived. After his death I went
home to my father's again; but my parents died
soon after, and I was left without home or friends,
and no one but myself to take care of Willie. I
heard of this place, and came here to look at it.
I could hire it for a trifle, and there is some
land, almost enough to keep the cow which your
father and other kind friends bought for me. I
can sell milk and get a little money in that way;
besides, I do sewing and anything else I can get
to do, so that Willie need not suffer for the
things his feeble health requires. I cannot tell
you how thankful I am for the hay you have
brought; Daisy will get many a good meal from
it. May God bless you all, dear children, and
preserve you from such trials as I have had, and
may you ever find as kind friends.'


The children thanked Mrs. Brown for her
story, and with sympathizing looks bade her good
by,' promising to come soon to see Willie.
When they got home and told their father and
mother about Willie, he asked them if they were
not glad they did not sell their hay.
"' Yes, indeed, papa, we are all glad, for we
had rather have our pleasant day, and hear Mrs.
Brown's story about Willie, than to have a great
deal of money. We shall all love to do what we
can to make him happy, and forget, if he can, the
trials he has had. Poor fellow we pity him very
much ; to be so feeble and poor too, and then
to have no father O, it must make him feel
dreadfully when he thinks of it.'
"'Do what you can for him, my children, and
be very thankful for the mercies you have, and
for your kind friends."
Ellen did not forget her promise to Willie, and
in a few days she asked permission of her mother
to take her work and spend a few hours at Mrs.
Yes, my dear,' said her mother, you may
go this afternoon, and take Emma with you ; for
I am going out, and do not like to leave her alone."
Mother, shall I carry my scolloping?'
Yes, Ellen, for I want you to learn that kind


of work, and nothing but practice will enable
you to do it well.'
Ellen and Emma were very cordially wel-
comed by Mrs. Brown, who said she had been
feeling quite lonely, and was very happy to have
company.' They inquired for Willie, and his
mother opened the bedroom door, where they
saw him at a table with a box of paints before
him, and a picture he was trying to copy. 0!
I'm very glad you've come I'11l put my paint-
box away, and come out,' said he.
"' Please don't put them away,' said Emma,
'for 1 should like to see you paint: I '11 be very
still, and not move the table. Can't you do it, if
I am here ?'
Yes, I can,' said Willie, and by and by I
will; but I want to rest now, for I've been setting
here a long time.'
'Why, Willie !' exclaimed Ellen, what a
beautiful picture you have made Where did
you learn to paint so well ?'
There is my teacher,' said Willie, pointing
to his mother; 'she has taught me all I know
about everything.'
Willie opened the drawer in the little table,
and took out several very pretty pictures, which
he handed to Ellen and Emma.


S' 0 Willie I wish I could paint one like that,'
said Ellen, holding up a view of a fine house and
That is our old home Is n't it a pretty
place ?' asked Willie. I love to look at it, for
it brings pleasant thoughts to my mind ; though
it makes me sad, when I look around and see
what a different one I have now.'
Let us be thankful for this, my child ; 't is
better than many have who are more deserving
than we are. If you like pictures, my dear,'
said Mrs. Brown to Ellen, I have quite a num-
ber I'11 show you.'
"' Please don't, mother, till they 've seen all
mine ; they won't look like anything, after yours,'
said Willie. There, that's my last one;-now
for a sight that will feast our eyes.'
Mrs. Brown rose, and, opening a drawer in her
bureau, took from it a large flat box ; then, seat-
ing the children round her so that they could all
see, she placed one picture after another before
them, and allowed them to look as long as they
Why, Mrs. Brown! where did you get such
splendid pictures ?' asked Emma.
"' I painted them myself.'
"'Why don't you have them framed? They
would make your room look very pretty, I think.


They have been framed once, but the frames
were sold when our furniture was; I cannot
afford to buy more, for they cost a great deal of
S' I 'll ask father to buy some for you,' said
Emma,' and I know he will.'
"' no, my dear, don't do any such thing.
Your father is very kind to me, and gives me
many things that I need much more than frames
for these pictures,' said Mrs. Brown, with a sigh.
Where did you learn to paint, Mrs. Brown ?'
asked Ellen.
I took lessons for two or three years of one
of the best teachers in B- before I was mar-
ried; and as I was very fond of it, I continued to
paint for several years after I kept house, bestow-
ing a great deal of labor and all the leisure time
I had on my pictures. Since the change in my
circumstances, when I have indulged myself in
making a sketch from nature I 've had to color
it as hastily as possible, for so many things have
demanded my time and attention.'
'Don't you paint any now?' asked Emma.
'I should think you would want to, if you like
it so well.'
"' It would be very pleasant, but I feel now
that I can only spare time enough to teach


Willie. He is so fond of it, and has so few amuse-
ments, that I think I ought to do that.'
When they came to the last picture in the box,
Ellen was so delighted with it that she asked
Mrs. Brown to show that to her mother, the next
time she called. Certainly my dear, I shall be
very happy to show this and all the rest to her,
and to your brothers too, if they would like to
see them.'
After they had looked a while longer, Ellen
said, We ought not to take so much of your
time, Mrs. Brown; we are very much obliged to
you for your kindness, but don't let us keep you
from your sewing any longer. I 've brought my
work, and will sit and sew a while with you.'
Willie brought out his books to entertain Em-
ma, but nothing pleased her so much as the
painting; so, after a while, he said he was rested,
and would go to his work again.
"As Mrs. Brown sat sewing with her young
visitor, she related some interesting scenes in her
own life which she thought would be entertaining
and beneficial to Ellen. She also examined her
work, and made a few scollops so quickly and
with such exactness, that Ellen exclaimed, Why,
Mrs. Brown, you can work scollops as well as
you can paint. How did you learn to embroider
so beautifully ?'


S' By practising patiently, as you must, Ellen,
if you wish to do it well.'
"'That's just what mother says; and I'm
sure, if I thought I could ever work like that,
I'd willingly try a great while. Did your mother
teach you, Mrs. Brown ? '
No, I had a dear friend, who came to stay at
our house, after she had lost her own home and
friends. She wished to manifest her gratitude
for all my parents had done for her, so she taught
me many things. One day, she get a piece of
cloth and drew a pattern, and tried to induce me
to imitate her figures. I tried awhile, but soon
got tired of it; then she had some new stitch to
show me. So she went on, till I became quite
interested in the work. At length she proposed
to me to embroider a collar for my mother, as
Christmas was at hand. I commenced it with
great zeal, and worked all the time I could get
for a week or two; but soon my interest in it
flagged, and for several days it lay untouched in
my work-box. Each time I took it up, I almost
hoped to find that Annie had been at work on it;
but not one stitch had she made. One day, I sur-
prised her with it in her hand, as I thought; but,
on going to my box, there was mine, just as I
had left it. Why, Annie, are you working a


collar just like mine ?" "Yes, I am," she an-
swered. Who is it for ? Not for yourself, is
it?" I asked, glancing at her mourning dress.
" No, of course it is not; I am trying to get it
done for a Christmas gift for your mother."
" Why, I'm going to give her mine," said I,
quite vexed, and she won't want two." I'm
afraid yours will not be done in time, and I wish
very much that she should have one; for I heard
her speak, a few days ago, of buying one. I do
not doubt that she would value it more highly
from her own daughter, but I think she would
like one from me." "Well, Annie, why can't
you work some on mine, as well as to do another
all yourself?" "Whose gift would it be ? Would
it be right to allow your mother to believe that
her dear child wished to make her a present of
her own work, while she had been aided by
another, and the gift so valued on that account
was not really all her own? You can easily see
that this would not be right, can you not?"
Of course I could, and from this time I worked
diligently, every moment I could call my own, till
I had the satisfaction of feeling sure it would be
done in ample season for Christmas. "What
will you do with yours now, Annie ?" I asked.
"0, there are people enough in the world who


would like it," answered she, with a smile; don't
you think so ? Indeed I do, for it is one of
the handsomest collars I ever saw," said I, as she
held it up, all completed. I guess mother would
have got a better bargain than to have mine."
"0 no! remember a daughter's love goes with
it." Mine was finished to our mutual satisfac-
tion, and placed, with a note from me, on the
bureau in mother's room, after she had retired,
the night before Christmas. I was very glad I
had persevered and got it done in season, and
very thankful to Annie that she had encouraged
me to overcome my habits of idleness and pro-
crastination; for, but for her influence, it might
have lain a long time in an unfinished state.
I expressed my gratitude to her, and added, I
shall always think of you, dear Annie, every time
I see mother wear that collar." What was my
surprise to find on my table, on Christmas morn-
ing, with my name marked on it, the very one
Annie had wrought so beautifully, as a gift from
her to.me! I was delighted to possess some of
her exquisite work, but felt very much ashamed
to think I had given her so much trouble, when
she was not only teaching me, but was working
for me herself. Dear mother was greatly pleased
with the collar I had wrought, and said I could


not have given her anything she should so highly
value, as to present her with a specimen of my
own industry and perseverance. Annie's gift to
me was very much admired, and was considered
a piece of perfect embroidery. As an evidence
of my gratitude to her, I determined to practise
till my own scollops and figures should be as
neatly and correctly done as hers. After a few
months of patient and industrious effort, Annie'
pronounced my work equal, in every respect, to
her own, and rewarded me abundantly for all my
industry by assuring me that I had improved as
much in character as I had in embroidery, by
this successful effort to overcome some of my
bad habits. This was the way, Ellen, I learned
needlework; and, let me tell you, everything
worth knowing costs us labor and toil, but we
are amply rewarded if we persevere till we accom-
plish what we attempt.'
Ellen and Emma left Mrs. Brown's about sun-
set, highly delighted with their visit. Willie gave
Emma a little picture he drew and colored all
himself! There were cows and sheep, dogs and
hens in it; and, although there was not much
difference in the size of the cows and the sheep,
it was pronounced by the children a beautiful
picture, and Mr. and Mrs. S. discovered indica-


tions of talent in the foliage of the trees and
correctness of the angles.
"John and Albert were very anxious to see
Willie's drawings, and went soon to visit him,
carrying a. basket of nice fruit, and some books
for him to read. They, too, were so entertained
with the paints and brushes that they did not
care to play; and Willie drew a little sketch for
each, and allowed him to color it as he pleased.
He laughingly called himself a drawing-master,'
and said he had two scholars.'
"Albert took such interest in Mrs. Brown's
paintings, and made such critical remarks upon
them, that Mrs. B. was quite surprised, and said,
Why, Albert! your eye is so correct, and your
taste so good, you would make a fine painter.'
"' Do you think so ? and would you teach me,
Mrs. Brown? I should be delighted to learn.'
"'Certainly, I would, if your parents desired
it. Willie would be much pleased to have a
companion in his lessons.'
When Albert went home the subject was dis-
cussed, and the result was highly satisfactory to
the young people. Mr. S. called on Mrs. Brown,
examined her paintings, and proposed to her to
have a class of pupils. He thought she would
find it less laborious and more lucrative than


sewing, and offered to send two or three of his
own children, and to inquire if some of the neigh-
bors would not like to join them. A large class
was soon formed, which met at Mrs. Brown's
twice a week for instruction in drawing and
painting. They were to have twenty-four lessons,
and Mr. S. said the terms were ten dollars per
quarter.' Mrs. Brown thought this was too high
a price; but all who saw her paintings and knew
her history cheerfully paid it. She was now, as
Willie said, doing a good business,' and he
hoped she would give up her sewing entirely, as
it was too hard for her, and gave her no time for
exercise in the open air. The drawing-class was
very pleasant and profitable, and was continued
term after term; the scholars enjoyed it, and
made such proficiency that all were satisfied.
One afternoon, Ellen lingered behind the others,
as she wished to have a little talk with Mrs.
Brown in private. The result of their interview
was, that Ellen was to have four lessons in the
week, instead of two, as the others had, but not a
word was to be said about it to anybody. Mrs.
S. had such confidence in Mrs. Brown, and felt
that her children were so much benefited by
being in her society, that Ellen had only to say,
'Mother, Mrs. Brown would like to have me


come to-day,' to insure her consent and appr6-
bation. The special object of Ellen's multiplied
lessons was not known till Christmas, when her
father received from her a very handsome paint-
ing, and her mother a beautifully embroidered
handkerchief, both entirely her own work. These
were very acceptable, and Ellen then related the
story Mrs. Brown had told her of her own expe-
rience in learning needle-work. I should have
told you before, mother, only I wanted to see
what I could do, and surprise you with some
specimen of my own industry. I knew you would
not be displeased, for Mrs. Brown said it would
not be wrong to conceal a thing from you a little
while, if I was employed in learning what had
received your approbation.'
"'0 no, my child; you were doing nothing
amiss in concealing from your mother what would
give her an agreeable surprise when completed.
I am very glad you had industry and perseverance
enough to sustain you in making such a long and
laborious effort as you must, to have wrought
this handkerchief; and your father, who, you
know, is a good judge of paintings, has detected
some fine points in the one you gave him, which
he says must have cost his daughter days of labor
to finish so perfectly. So you have the satisfac-


tion of knowing, my dear child, that your efforts
are appreciated, and that you have given your
parents much joy and happiness. You can never
knew, Ellen, till you are a parent yourself, how
great is the solicitude one always feels for a child,
and how heartfelt is the anxiety that opportuni-
ties for advancement in knowledge of every kind
should not be neglected, but conscientiously im-
proved. The satisfaction we experience when
this is the case fully compensates for all our care
and labor for the benefit of our children. You
have ever been a dutiful and affectionate daughter,
and we delight in giving you every opportunity
to prepare yourself for future usefulness and
happiness, feeling assured that it will not be lost
upon you. Young ladies do not know how val-
uable even accomplishments may prove, in after
life. We see, in Mrs. Brown's case, the benefit
of them to herself and others. Her own mind
gives evidence of cultivation, and renders her a
more interesting companion; and her knowledge
of the fine arts has been the means of supplying
her necessities, and procuring many comforts for
her invalid child.'
"Mrs. Brown's condition in life was improved
in every respect by her ability to teach painting
and needlework. Her music she had almost


forgotten; but she soon hired a piano, which was
a source of constant joy to Willie, for he was
very fond of music, and had always desired to
learn to play. His mother, by a little effort, soon
recalled her knowledge of the science, and was
able to teach him and others. This was another
source of pleasure, as well as of profit, to them.
One evening, while Mrs. Brown and Willie
were taking tea at Mr. S.'s house, they were con-
versing upon the great good which sometimes
results from what appears to us a small matter.
'Little did I think,' said Mrs. Brown, -' though
deeply grateful for the gift, that the load of
hay your dear children made and brought me
was to prove such a blessing as it has to Willie
and to me. That was the beginning of a new
era in my domestic affairs, which has resulted in
great happiness and prosperity to us. WVe shall
always remember our little friends with deep
affection and gratitude; and our daily prayers
arise, that they may be abundantly blessed and
rewarded of God for their kindness to the poor
widow in her need. Yes, by their kind remem-
brance of us, we were delivered from poverty and
placed in circumstances of comfort and usefulness.
I have no doubt that Willie's life has been pro-
longed by the delicacies I have been enabled to


procure for him. Dear little fellow! he never
complained, but bore bravely the privations our
poverty compelled us to endure ; but it was hard,
as you can easily conceive, to know that he was
suffering from hunger,--for he could not eat the
coarse food on which I was obliged to subsist.
But I will not dwell on these scenes, which I trust
are passed, never more to be experienced, at least
by him ; and I feel that all our present prosperity
can be traced definitely to the load of hay brought
by the little haymakers."'
"'You and Willie have not been the only
favored ones, dear Mrs. Brown,' said Mrs. S.
SWe and our children feel that we have received
much more than we have bestowed, for the
acquaintance has been a great pleasure, and will
prove, we doubt not, a lasting benefit to us; and
I trust it may continue during our lives.'
The next morning, Mrs. S. repeated to her
children a part of what Mrs. Brown had said
about the little haymakers. I 've thought, ever
so many times,' said James, 'how glad I was
that we did not sell that hay. Why, it has been
better to us than if we had got our wheelbarrow
full of money for it! No money could ever pay
me for all the pleasure I've had with Mrs.
Brown and Willie; and then, too, it does me


good to see how much happier they look. Yes,
I think that load of hay has proved the best
investment I ever made.'
"' We must thank Ellen for a good deal of the
enjoyment we have had in consequence of that
load of hay, for it was her objection that kept us
from selling it,' said Albert.
"' I don't think I deserve as much as you do,
Albert, for you was the very first to propose
giving it away; and, if I did, I am paid for it a
thousand times over, for I have had the most in-
struction from Mrs. Brown; and then, too, she
has given me so much good advice, and told me
so many interesting facts of her own life, that I
am sure I can never forget them; and shall always
remember her with love and gratitude,' said
"' Well, my dear children,' said Mr. S., I am
very glad you have seen the happy results of one
act of kindness to a destitute widow; and let
me assure you that thoughtfulness of others and
benevolence always produce a salutary effect on
our own hearts, and may be the means of great
good to others, though all their beneficial effects
may not be visible to us. The history of the
happiness of many an individual may be traced
to some single act of kindness on the part of


another, who was not aware of the amount of
the good he was doing. Cast thy bread upon
the waters; for thou shalt find it after many
days." These words, written by inspiration, are
full of meaning and of promise; and we may
safely and surely govern our conduct towards
others by them.'

One evening, as Mr. S. was reading his news-
paper, he turned suddenly to his wife, and said,
'My dear, do you know what Mrs. Brown's
maiden name was?'
'No, I do not; and yet I think I 've heard it.'
'Was it Delancy?'
Yes, I guess so ; that sounds to me like it.'
'Well, here 's something that will interest you
in the following
If the person whose maiden name was Mary,
Delancy, and who afterwards married a Brown,
is living and will address Box 207 B- Post
Office, she will greatly oblige and relieve the
mind of her brother, FRANK.

It must be our Mrs. Brown, I think,' said
Mr. S., and I'11 step right over there, as no
time should be lost before writing.'


He knocked, and stepped directly in, without
being heard. Mrs. Brown and Willie were read-
ing the Bible ; and he sat down and joined them
before making known his errand, thinking the
soothing influences of inspiration a good prepara-
tion for a message so exciting as his might prove.
After talking a while upon the sure fulfilment of
the promises and their value to the Christian
heart, he gradually led Mrs. Brown to speak of
her parents, and he learned that her mother was
a devoted Christian, and had left a rich legacy
for her children in her counsels and prayers.
'Those prayers,' said Mrs. Brown, are being
answered every day. I feel it and know it.'
Have you any brothers living ? asked Mr. S.
I fear not. Frank went to India many years
ago, and I have heard nothing from him for a
long time. I think if he was living he would
"'Perhaps you may yet hear from him.'
'It is hardly probable ; but why do you smile,
Mr. S ? Do you know-have you heard any-
thing about him ? You look as if you had some
pleasant news for me. 0 tell me, -does dear
Frank yet live ? have I a brother still ? Speak,
- speak, I beg of you.'
Mr. S. took out the paper, and as soon as her


eye caught the name she exclaimed, Thank
God! he has heard my prayer I am not alone
in the world! 0, my Willie !' said she, as she
caught the grieved look of her boy, I am never
alone while I have you; but I meant without a
protector, a manly arm to lean upon. Let me
read it again Yes, yes it is he it must be !
Mr. S., will you write for me to-night? My
hand trembles so with joy, I cannot. Tell him to
come immediately; I cannot wait long to see
him, and I want him to see you, and to know my
kind and constant friends.'
Mr. S. wrote that night, and the next evening
the stage stopped at Mrs. Brown's, and a stout,
dark-looking man alighted. Are you Frank ?'
SAre you Mary ?' was all that was said, and the
brother and sister were locked in one long and
loving embrace.
We will not intrude upon them, as for days
they sat together, each having a long and sad
story to relate of the past. The first walk they
took was to the house of Mr. S., Mrs. Brown
wishing to introduce to her brother her first
friends, The Little Haymakers.'
Mr. Delancy inquired after each of the chil-
dren of the family, and found that Arthur, the
eldest son, who had been away at school for some


time, wished to be a merchant; James, to go to
college; and John, to be a farmer. He also
inquired about the property of Mr. S., and learned
that, though lie had some money, and was doing
a good business, he was far from being a man of
"' I have enough for all,' said he to Mr. S.,
'and I hope you will permit me to use a portion
of my property for your children in any way you
prefer. If you will intrust me with your eldest
son, I '11 adopt him, and see that he is educated
thoroughly for mercantile business, I shall locate
in B- as it was the home of my youth; and
I am very thankful to find a sister who, with her
child, can make for me a happy home. Your
children shall always be welcome to my house,
and to anything in my power to do for tlhem,
without one feeling of obligation on your part;
for it will take a long lifetime to discharge the
debt my sister and Willie have already incurred
to yourself and family.'
"Mrs. Brown soon left the neighborhood,
much to the regret of those who knew her.
Her prosperity caused universal rejoicing, for all
believed she would make a good use of the wealth
intrusted to her. She and Willie had a happy
home and found many kind friends, but none to


whom they were so much attached as to Mr. and
Mrs. S. and

"There, my little dears," said Aunt Lottie,
" I've read you a long story, and I hope you
think it a good one, and will never forget to show
kindness to the poor and friendless. You may
be sure you are doing good, and, whether you
see the beneficial results or not, they will inevita-
bly follow all kind actions, and the knowledge of
them may reach you or your friends in some un-
expected way. Now we 'll put up the pictures
for to-night, and soon you shall hear the story of
the boys who shook their neighbors' apple-trees.
I don't like to read about naughty actions; but
sometimes I have to, that children may know
the danger of evil companions and wrong influ-
"I have been trying to find a name for my
story, and have concluded to take the plain words
of the commandment,

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" 0


ONE rainy morning, the little lMortons came to
their mother and asked permission to stay at
home from school, as Harry had a bad cold and
could not go. -" Do, mother, let us all stay; we
will be very good and quiet, and we want so
much to hear the story Aunt Lottie has been
promising to read to us! You know Mrs. Bean
came in yesterday just as we were all ready, and
we had to give it up, because you wanted to talk
with her, and so did Aunt Lottie."
I hope, my dear children, you did not allow
yourselves to feel sorry she came, did you? She
is a dear friend of mine, and I was very glad to
see her: it would make me feel unpleasantly if
you were not all willing to defer hearing your
story that I might have a pleasant talk with an
old and valued acquaintance."
* 0 no, I did not feel sorry but just a minute,"


said Tom. When she opened the door I could
not help thinking, I wish you had not come to-
day;' but as soon as I saw how glad you was to
see her, I felt real glad she came."
"So did I," said Nellie.
"I did too, mother," said little Sue, because
I knew you were just as happy to see her as I am
to have Lillie Hunter come and play with me."
"I thank you, my dear children, for your
willingness to give up your own present enjoy-
ment for my happiness; and, as I always love to
gratify you when I can reasonably, you may go
and ask Aunt Lottie if she is at leisure to read to
us to-day. I know I may trust you to go to her,
for you all love her too much to urge the matter
at all. She is so desirous to make others happy,
that she often gives up her own plans and de-
votes her time to you when I know it is very
inconvenient for her. Nellie, as you are old
enough to exercise your judgment, and are kind
and considerate in your feelings, I think you will
be the best messenger we can send to Aunt
"I'11 find out without -;.i-. if I can, mother,
for I know she would not refuse us a request, if
she had to sit up half the night to finish her
work." Nelly then knocked at Aunt Lottie's


door, and asked, May I come in and sit with
you a little while, if you are not busy ? "
"' Yes, indeed, my little dear; you know I am
I'm always glad to see any of you in my
Are you sewing to-day, Aunt Lottie ?"
No, I am knitting stockings for your brother;
your mother has so many little feet to cover that
I like to help her keep them warm."
It is a very rainy day, is n't it, Aunt Lottie ?
Do you like such a day ? "
0 yes, indeed, I like all days; but a rainy day
is a good time to find out whether children and
grown people too can do anything to entertain
each other. 0, that reminds me of my promise
to you children that I would read the story we
were to have had yesterday, the first opportunity.
I wonder if your mother is busy to-day."
"No, ma'am, she is not; and I know we shall
all be very glad to listen to you to-day, for Harry
las such a bad cold mother did not like to have
him go to school, and she said we might all stay
at home, it is so very rainy and wet."
Did your mother send you to ask me if I we,
busy?" al
No, ma'am, I came to, find out without a .
ing, for we all know that if we were to ask yS1on


you are so kind you would not refuse us, even
if it was very inconvenient for you."
"You are all dear, good children, and why
should n't I like to please you? Come and give
me a kiss, Nellie, and then you may go and get
the little folks ready, and I'll come in a few
moments, with the story and picture."
Nellie's little. heart beat with delight as she
went back and told her mother and the children
that she did not have to ask Aunt Lottie at all,
but she offered to come and read to them.
"That's good! said Harry. "I shall enjoy it
much more now I know she can come and read
just as well as not."
It did not take Nellie many minutes to get all
things in readiness for Aunt Lottie. The large
rocking-chair was placed close by the window
that she could have the light, and near the fire
that she might be warm. The little ones arranged
themselves as they liked. Mrs. Morton took her
sewing and Nellie her knitting. Soon they heard
Aunt Lottie coming,, and Bennie and Susie
clapped their hands and shouted for joy.
"Here you all are, in this nice, cosey place,
fad looking as bright and happy as can be. What
siood time we shall have!"
wc' Do you have a good time, Aunt Lottie? "


asked Herbert. "I was afraid that, as you knew
all about the stories and pictures, you could not
enjoy them as much as we do."
Indeed I do. Don't you think, after all my
labor in writing the stories and getting the pic-
tures, that I like to read them and hear you talk
about them ? I am always very much pleased
when I find any of my stories have done you
good and helped you to do right. I believe I was
to read about these little fellows stealing apples,
wasn't I? Isn't it a pity such nice-looking
children should do such a naughty thing? "
May I see the picture, a minute ?" asked
Herbert. I don't think that '..~--.- one looks
like a good boy; is he, Aunt Lottie ? "
You shall hear all about him soon, and then
you will see if you are mistaken in your opinion
of him. You may all look at the picture, and
then I will read. I am a little in haste to get
through with this story, for it makes me unhappy
when I think there are naughty children in the
world. Are you all ready ?"
"Yes'm, every one but Bennie. Hurra! he
was in such a hurry to get seated lie fell right
over backward! Come, Bennie, get right side
up, will you ?" said Tom. The children all
laughed at Bennie till they saw an expression


of pain on his face, and they found he had given
his head quite a hard blow upon the rocker of
his mother's chair.
0 Bennie, I'm sorry you are hurt! Let me
get some cold water to put on your head!"
I'11 run and bring mother's bottle of camphor,"
said Susy. No, no," said Bennie, with all the
manliness he could command, it is better now;
I guess it is not a very bad bruise, and I can't
wait much longer to hear about those boys. I'm
sorry you've had to wait for me, Aunt Lottie.
Will you please to begin now ? "
Bennie laid his head on his mother's lap, and
Aunt Lottie commenced: -
Willie Rawson was a good little boy, about
eight years old, when his father moved his family
from their pleasant home, which they all loved,
in W to a manufacturing village in L
where he had taken a house with a store close
by it. He was very sorry to make such an ex-
change, himself; but he had failed in business,
and must go where he could best support his
family. Willie's mother was a very good woman,
and had taken great pains to teach her chil-
dren to do right.
She loved the Bible, and was in the habit of
telling them Scripture stories of good children;


and more than all of the blessed .Saviour, who
ever watches over and loves those who.try to do
as he requires.
Mrs. Rawson had four children. Willie was the
oldest; then came Bessie, Georgie, and Frankie,
a little toddling fellow, not quite two years old.
They were very fond of each other, and all loved
Willie dearly, he was so kind to them. His
mother had great confidence in him, and often
allowed him to take them all out for a walk or a
play in the woods and fields. While they were
roving about in the woods, one day, they saw a
boy chasing a little bird which had fallen from
a nest in the tree. The poor little bird flopped
a few steps, then tried to fly to get away from the
boy; but it could not, and at last he caught it in
his hand and began to pull its feathers.
"' 0 don't, don't!' said Bessie. 'You'll hurt
that dear little bird!'
"The boy seemed rather ashamed to be seen
and reproved by such a little girl. He dropped
the bird, and came up to them.
"' What 's your name ?' said he to Willie.
"' Willie Rawson; what 's yours ?'
Joe Walton. Do you live here ?'
"'Yes, over there in that small white house
close by the store,' said Willie, pointing back to
the village a little distance from them.



Are you the storekeeper's son ?'
"' Yes, and these are my brothers and sister.'
'Are they? Well, I'm glad I've met you,
for I 'm tired of playing with the boys round
here, and want some new ones.'
"' What was you doing with that bird?'
asked Bessie.
"' 0, nothing, only trying to catch it. I was
not going to hurt it; did you think I was ?'
Bessie was not quite satisfied that he told
the truth; but she was a little girl, and did not
know much about bad boys. She thought she
ought to believe him, if he said he was not going
to hurt the bird; but still she made no reply.
Willie seemed quite pleased with his new
companion, he gave such a good account of him-
self; and Willie, like his sister, supposed all boys
told the truth, as he did. They rambled about
a while, till Frankie was very tired; then Willie
said, Good by, Joe; I'm going home now.'
What for ? It is not near sunset.'
I know it, but Frankie is tired, and Georgie
and Bessie too, I guess; come, let's go home;'
and they all started off, and left Joe lying on
the grass. They were obliged to walk very
slowly, for poor little Frankie was so tired he
could hardly step. Willie carried him a little
way; but he was too heavy, so he put him down.


'Do you like that boy, Willie ?' asked Bessie.
S' Hush, Bessie; he 's coming.'
I 'm going down your way,' said Joe, and
I'll walk along with you.'
"Bessie was glad they were going home, for
she did not quite like Joe's face, and she wanted
to ask her mother if she thought he was a good
boy. So, when they got home, she invited him to
go in. Little Frankie jumped into his mother's
lap, and was soon asleep. Willie placed a chair
for Joe, and Bessie went to hang up her bonnet
and the caps of the little boys. Mrs. Rawson
talked with Joe, and asked him such questions
as would give her some knowledge of his char-
acter; for she, like all good mothers, was very
anxious to know about the companions of her
children. Joe was pretty careful not to say any-
thing that he thought she would not like; but
she was not at all pleased with him, and after he
was gone she told Willie she hoped he would
be careful not to be much in Joe's company till
she could find out more about him.
I fear he is not such a boy as I should wish
for your playmate, Willie. Treat him kindly,
but don't seek his society at present.'
But, mother, he is a very pleasant boy; and
perhaps I can help him, so that he will be a good


"' That is not very probable, my son. He
is much older than you are, and he will be more
likely to lead you to do wrong.'
Willie was very sure he could not be led to
do things that his mother had taught him were
Every time the children went out to play,
Joe Walton found some excuse to join them, and
Willie seemed very glad to have his company.
Bessie found him kind and obliging, and she
sometimes feared she had judged him too harshly
at first. Joe was a boy of some discernment,
and he knew Bessie must be carefully and kindly
treated, or he could not accomplish his object;
for Joe had an object, which was in his mind by
night and by day.
As they went out of the village to go to the
woods, they always passed by a large garden,
which had a high wall around it. The boughs,
loaded with fruit, hung temptingly down almost
within reach, and now and then a fine apple or
pear would drop into the road. These were
eagerly seized and eaten by Joe, who always said,
' We have a right, you know, to anything in the
Willie and Bessie after a while were induced
to taste the fruit. It was very delicious, and Joe


said, 'Don't you wish your mother could have
some of these splendid apples ? She can't afford
to buy any, and do you think it would be wrong
to pick up a few of these on the ground to carry
to her ?'
Bessie thought it would; but Willie, urged on
by Joe, persisted that it would not. So all went
to picking up the apples, which, as there had
been a high wind, lay in great abundance by the
road-side. The little boys filled their hats and
pockets, and Bessie her apron, all intent on
giving their dear mother a nice treat.
Soon Joe winked to Willie, and said, 'Just
get up on my shoulders and give that limb a little
shake, and we 'll have a fine lot.'
"'No, indeed,' said Willie; 'that would not
be right.'
"'Poh!' said Joe, 'who'll know it? And
what if the farmer himself should see you? I
had as lief he would come as not. He would
give them to us for your mother.'
Bessie felt that it would not be right, and
she begged Willie to wait till she could go home
and ask her mother. But Joe said, I'11 tell you
what we 'll do; we 'll just give that limb one
shake, and then we 'll carry all the apples to
your mother; and if she says it is not right,



we 'll bring every one back to the farmer, and
he 'll thank us for picking them up.'
"' Well,' said Willie, so we will.' Then he
got up on Joe's shoulders and seized the limb.
Don't move, Joe, or I shall fall.'
"' No, indeed, I guess I won't; not even if the
farmer should come and catch us. Never fear
me; I 'll stand still.' "
Please let me see them once more," said
Nellie, will you, Aunt Lottie ? "
"Yes, you may all look at the picture, if you
0, see that great Joe Walton teaching those
little children to steal! said Harry. "Is n't it
too bad ? "
Yes, it is," said Herbert, but I think Wil-
lie ought to have known better than to do it, if
Joe did want him to. He knew his mother
would feel dreadfully, if he should take what did
not belong to him; but still I pity him."
So do I," said Nellie. "Do see dear little
Frankie looking up so earnestly at the apples!
He does not know it is wicked to do so, does he ?
Bessie too, I suppose, is thinking how much her
mother will enjoy them. I like her looks, don't
you ? "
Yes," said Bennie, and Georgie too seems


like an honest boy. He's putting all he can find
into the basket."
SI 'm glad to see," said Mrs. Morton, that
they are not even tasting the fruit. I think they
mean to be honest, but I have no patience with
that Joe."
Nor I," said Aunt Lottie. "I hope you, my
little dears, will be. careful to keep away from
such companions. I can tell you, there is no
more dangerous place for young folks than to be
in the society of those who are not determined
to do right, and as their parents wish. But we
will go on with the story. The rest is not very
pleasant to read; still, I want you all to know
the consequences of doing wrong. 0, how sad
that poor mother will be when her children go
home and tell her what they have been doing! "
Just as Joe had promised to stand still, they
saw a man coming round the corner with a large
whip in his hand. There was a fierce-looking
dog with him, which seemed determined to seize
the little ones, but his master kept him back.
As soon as Joe caught sight of the whip, he
shook Willie from his shoulders, and set off at
full speed; but the dog, set on by his master,
soon caught him by the leg and held him fast.
There he lay, with the dog shaking him every



time he attempted to stir. Poor Willie fell to
the ground when Joe left him, and sprained his
ankle so that he could not walk.
"The farmer came up and spoke roughly to
them at first; but when he found, from Bessie's
account, that they were telling the truth, he was
more gentle with them. He had been on the
other side of the wall, and #heard all their con-
versation. He knew Joe was the leader in the
affair, and the one to be looked after and pun-
ished. So he left them a little while, all feeling
ashamed and very sorry, and went to Joe, who
was under the immediate watch and care of old
"' You 've been here before, you young rascal!
I know you, and will have you taken care of.
Are you not ashamed of yourself, to lead those
little children into such wickedness ? I heard it
all, and knew you had no idea of giving them
the apples for their mother, but you would have
taken them all yourself, if I had not come in
sight. Here, Tray, let him alone now.'
The farmer took Joe by the collar, and led
him into his granary, and locked the door. He
went back to the children, who were all in great
distress, crying bitterly at Willie's suffering.
"'0O dear! what will mother say? and what


shall I do ?' said he. 'How shall I get home ? I
cannot walk. What will dear mother think of
me ? I wish I had not done it!'
So do I,' said Bessie; and I was afraid it
was not right, so I would not taste a mouthful till
I had asked mother. Will she ever forgive us ? '
The farmer pitied the children when he saw
how badly they felt, and kindly got his wagon
and carried them all home.
As they drove to the door, their father and
mother came rushing out to see what was the
Thank God, they 're all here What's the
matter with Willie? Bessie, why don't you
speak ? Who is this man, and where have you
been ?'
0 mother, don't ask now I '11 tell you all,
by and by.'
After Willie was carried into the house and
laid on the bed, the sad story was told. The
parents were deeply grieved that their dear chil-
dren should have done such a wicked thing.
They were perhaps more to blame than Joe
Walton, for he might not have been as well
taught as they. Willie was obliged to keep his
foot up on the sofa for several weeks. 0, how he
wished he had obeyed his mother, and kept away



from Joe Walton But it was too late; he must
suffer pain and disgrace for a long time, because
he did not resist temptation with sufficient firm-
He was ever after a strictly honest boy.
He would not take the smallest thing belonging
to another without permission; and if he saw
Georgie or Frankie help themselves to a lump of
sugar or a piece of cake, he always reproved
them, and begged them to be careful of begin-
-nings. He and Bessie were very correct in their
behavior, and greatly assisted their mother in the
training of the younger children.
The farmer locked Joe up till his friends
came and paid him quite a sum of money to let
him go. They promised they would keep him, if
possible, from any more wicked acts. But they
did not succeed. Joe went on taking everything
that came in his way, till one night he broke into
Mr. Rawson's store, and stole his goods and
money. This had been Joe's object from the
first, and he hoped by being with Willie and
Bessie t6 become acquainted with the house and
store, and find out the best way to accomplish his
end. He ran away, but was arrested and taken
to prison, where he was, the last I knew of him."
The children looked very sad as Aunt Lottie


finished her story. I read such a story to you,
my little dears, that you may see that children
who do wrong, and love to disobey their parents,
always make themselves and their friends un-
happy. I hope you will remember that your
parents are the best judges about your playmates,
and will always advise you safely. They love
you better than any one else can, and wish you
to have all the enjoyment you can innocently;
but bad companions have led many a boy on from
step to step, till he was ruined. Take care of
what you call little wrong acts, or doubtful ones,
and always consult your parents, and I shall have
no fears for your safety or happiness."
"Aunt Lottie, please let me look into the
carpet-bag, will you ?" asked Susie. "I should
like very much to see your pictures."
I will show you one that I think you will
like, and the story about it, too, I guess will
please you. It is called The Attack; or, The
Mock Battle.' And now, as we have had rather
a sad story to-day, suppose we have a few conun-
drums, to enliven us all a little."
0 yes, do! Won't that be just the thing? "
said Herbert. May I give you one to guess,
Aunt Lottie ?"
You may, my dear, in your turn; but let us



begin with Nellie, as she is older than you, and
she looks as if she had one for us."
I don't know but you have heard this one,"
said Nellie, but I guess all have not. 'Why
are the pages of a book like the days of man ?'
Now, all guess."
Well, Nellie, that puzzles me," said Mrs.
I know," said Bennie. "Because they've
got pictures in them."
They all laughed at Bennie, but no one could
guess any nearer right.
Will you give it up, Aunt Lottie, and all of
you ? asked Nellie.
Yes." We can't think." I '11 give it
up." So will I."
Because they are all numbered.' "
"That is a real good one," said Tom. I
thought it was something about leaves, and yet
I could not make it come right. Whose turn is
it next ? "
I 'll give you one next," said Mrs. Morton.
"' What burns to keep a secret ? "
I guess it 's little girls," said Susie, for I
nevpr can keep one from mother."
0 dear, I wish I could guess," said Harry,
" for I want to tell one. Come, mother, we shall
have to give yours up, too."


"Sealing-wax," said Mrs. Morton.
"Why could I not guess that? How easy
they seem when you know what they are !" said
Nellie. Come, let's have yours, Harry."
"' What do we all do when we first get into
bed ?' "
Go to sleep," said Bennie.
No," said Susie, I say my prayers."
Come, Aunt Lottie, do guess mine," said
I wish I could, my little dear, but I 'm not
very good at guessing."
Well, I shall have to tell, I suppose. We
make an impression.' "
Now, Herbert, for yours," said Aunt Lottie.
Please all give attention, for I do want some-
body to guess this one."
We '11 all try," said Nellie.
":' Where did Noah strike the first nail in the
ark ? "
Bennie guessed, In the frame." Susie said,
" Way down to the bottom of the vessel." Harry
and Nellie did not know. But Tom gave the
right answer:
On the head.' "
0 Tom, you have heard it before, I know,"
said Herbert.



Tom did not deny that he had, but laughed
and said, I was fair about it. I did not tell till
all had tried."
Now," said Aunt Lottie, I '1 give you one
to think about, and try to find out the answer by
the time we have another story: --
Why do not the trees unlock their trunks
in the spring ? '
Would you like to hear how the little Davis
children spent their Thanksgiving evening ? You
know I was visiting there, and we had a very
pleasant time. I '11 try to tell you about the
games they played; and, if you like, we 'll try
some of them at Christmas."
0, that is grand How kind Aunt Lottie is!
She never forgets us," said Nellie.
One game pleased me very much," said Aunt
Lottie. It is called The Huntsman,' and may
be played by any number of persons above four.
One of the players is styled the Huntsman, and
the others must be called after the different parts
of the dress or accoutrements of a sportsman;
Sthus, one is the coat, another the hat, whilst the
shot, shot-belt, powder, powder-flask, dog, and
gun, and every other appurtenance belonging to
a huntsman, has its representative. As many
as there are players, excluding the huntsmani,,'


should next be ranged in two rows, back to back.
All the players must then seat themselves; and,
being thus prepared, the huntsman' walks round
the sitters, and calls out the assumed name of one
of them, for instance, Gun '- when that
player immediately gets up and takes hold of the
coat-skirts of the huntsman,' who continues his
walk, and calls out all the others, one by one,
Each must take hold of the skirts of the player
before him; and when they are all summoned,
the huntsman sets off, running round the chairs
as fast as he can, the other players holding on
and running after him. When he has run round
two or three times, he shouts out' Bang! and
immediately sits down on one of the chairs, leav-
ing his followers to scramble to the other seats as
best they can. Of course, one must be left stand-
ing, there being one chair less than the number of
players, and the player so left must pay a forfeit.
The game is continued until all have paid three
forfeits, when they are cried, and the punishments
or penances declared. The Huntsman is not
changed, throughout the game, unless he gets
tired of his post.
Dumb Motions' is another good game. It
is played by sides, who toss up for innings. The
winning side retire to some distance, and choose



some trade or professional employment, which
may be acted or represented by dumb motions.'
They then advance to the other side, and one of
them calls out the first and last letter of the name
of the trade they are about to represent. Thus,
suppose it is to be B- r (Bricklayer) ; some of
the players imitate with their hands the spreading
of mortar and the laying of bricks; another
appears to carry on his shoulder the hod, &c.
Or, if the letters be S- n (Stonemason), some
appear to be chipping stone, and others sit as if
they were sawing stone: the more mechanical
the trade, the better. Each of the opposite side
then guesses within a few minutes ; and if neither
be correct, the trade is named by the 'in' party,
who choose another trade. But, should the trade
be rightly guessed, the sides change places.
Should either of the sides misrepresent the trade,
or speak during the work, or name the letters in-
correctly, the whole side are out; and a work-
man is not infrequently thrown off his guard by
the opposite party asking him a question which,
if he answer, he is at fault. Sometimes the
working side are called men, and those who guess
are masters.
/" Thread the Needle 1 is rather an old game,
but children like it very much. A number of


players join hands, and the game is begun by the
outside ones at each end of the line holding the
following dialogue: How many miles to Baby-
lon ? 'Threescore and ten.' Can I get there
by candle-light ?' Yes, and back again.'
' Then open the gates, without more ado, and let
the king and his men pass through.' The player
and the one next to him at the end of the line
opposite the last speaker then raise their joined
hands as high as they can, to allow the speaker
to run under, and the whole line follow him, still
holding hands. This should be done, if possible,
without breaking the line by letting the hands go,
and is styled threading the needle.' When all
the players have passed through, the dialogue is
repeated, except that the one who before replied
now asks the question and runs between the
opposite players, the others following as before."



HARRY MORTON'S cold proved quite a serious
matter. One night he was very much distressed
for breath, and his mother, fearing the croup,
sent for a physician, who gave him medicine
which soon relieved him, but he was obliged to
keep his bed for several days. These were very
long days to him, accustomed as he was to being
well, and able to go to school and play with the
boys. His brothers and sisters were very thought-
ful of him, and did all they could to entertain
him; but he was too' weak to talk or play much.
His mother had household cares which occupied
her a great part of the time, and had it not been
for Aunt Lottie he would have been very lonely.
She sat by his bedside all the day, talking and
showing him pictures when he was able to look at
them, and watching over him while he slept,
keeping his room quiet that he might not be dis-

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turbed. Harry was very grateful to her, and as
he waked, one day, and saw her smiling face
bending over him, he said, Dear Aunt Lottie,
how kind you are to me! How lonely I should
be without you! Can I ever reward you for all
your trouble ?"
Why, Harry," returned Aunt Lottie, I have
great pleasure in sitting beside you, for you have
always been a pleasant, good boy to me, and I
love you very much. I like, too, to take the care
of you from your mother, who is very busy; and
besides, if I did not do it for your own or your
mother's sake, you know we all have duties to
perform to the sick and suffering. One must be
very hard-hearted and selfish, who is in health,
and will not sacrifice his own ease and pleasure
for those who are shut out from the world, and
are unable to take care of themselves."
Harry made no reply, but told his mother,
when she came to sit by him in the afternoon,
that he had learned some net lessons in this sick-
ness, which he hoped never to forget. "I do
mean, mother, to be more kind to the sick. I
never thought that I could do anything to relieve
them, but I know now that I can feel sorry, and
can keep myself and others quiet. O mother, I
hope you will forgive me for being so thoughtless



and noisy when you have had the headache. I
will try to remember how pleasant it is to have
every one in the house still, when one is in
His mother assured him that he had always
been a dear, kind boy to her, and she had noth-
ing to forgive.
But, mother, I did not think about you and
pity you as much as I ought to, and as much as I
think I shall, if you are sick again."
After a few days, Harry was able to sit up and
have his clothes on, at which his brothers and sis-
ters were so much pleased, that they were quite
noisy in their expressions of delight. Hush,
hush, my little dears," said Aunt Lottie. Har-
ry is quite weak yet, and we must not tire him
with noise and confusion. You can all sit around
him, and tell him quietly how thankful you are
to see him so much better."
"Aunt Lottie, do you think it would hurt
Harry to hear one of your stories ? asked Su-
sie. If I was sick, I should like to have you
read to me."
I don't think he is quite able to-day; but to-
morrow is Saturday, and, if your mother ap-
proves of it, I think We may venture to let him
hear one, if you will all be as quiet as you can."


Indeed we will," said Tom; "I can answer
for all. We want so much to hear about those
little soldiers! I believe you promised us that
one next, did n't you ? "
Yes, that's our next one," said Aunt Lottie;
" and now I think you had better go down stairs,
and let Harry rest and get all the strength he can
for to-morrow."
The next morning Harry seemed very bright,
and was evidently much better; but he kept his
bed till after dinner, that he might be able to sit
up all the afternoon. The children came in with
happy faces, and took their seats very quietly.
Aunt Lottie was much pleased to see their kind-
ness and gentleness toward their sick brother, and
as soon as their mother was ready she began her
story: -
Not long ago there was a 'muster,' as it is
called, in the town of B- I suppose my little
friends all know what a muster' is, do you not ?
It is a review of all the soldiers by the officers of
high rank. The companies are all assembled on
some large, level piece of ground, and the gener-
als inspect them. They go through with all their
exercises, that the officers may see if the soldiers
would know what to do, and how to obey orders,
if they should be called out to battle.



It was a fine sight, I can tell you, and the
children of B-- thought there never was any-
thing so splendid' and magnificent' as the view
from a hill near by, from which they could look
down upon all those soldiers in full uniform;
their swords and guns glittering in the sun, their
feathers waving, banners flying, and horses finely
caparisoned.-- "
What does that mean, Aunt Lottie ? asked
It means that the horses had very handsome
bridles and saddles, ornamented with ribbons;
and their saddle-cloths were beautifully spotted,
and striped with gay colors. Do you understand
now, my little dears ? "
O yes 'm1! I saw some once in Boston," said
Tom, and I thought the trimmings made the
horses look a great deal handsomer than they
would travelling in carriages."
Well, I will go on with my story. -Horses
finely caparisoned, prancing about as if they knew
they were dressed for the occasion, and must do
their best to make themselves and their riders
pleasing to the generals and other officers.
There were soldiers on foot in great numbers;
these had guns, and were called the 'infantry.'
Then there were the troopers,' as the boys called



them, but properly 'the cavalry,' mounted on
horses, and instead of guns they carried swords
and pistols.
Some of the uniforms of the soldiers were
blue and red, some were gray and white, and
some entirely gray. All had feathers in their
caps, and these were of different colors and
lengths. Some were very long, and waved
gracefully down almost to the shoulder; others
were short, and stood erect in their steeple-
crowned hats, making the soldiers look like very
tall men.
While the companies were attending to the
orders of the officers to shoulder arms,' Ipre-
sent arms,' 'ground arms,' &c., the boys listened
with great interest. They heard and remem-
bered each command, and saw how it was obeyed.
Soon a tremendous discharge of cannon made
the ground tremble, and almost stunned those
near with its deafening noise. Some of the
horses became unmanageable from fright, and,
throwing their riders, ran off at full speed. It
was an exciting scene, and one which was long
remembered by the citizens of B- especially
by the boys. Nothing was talked of, during the
recess at school, for a long time, but the soldiers,'
' the troopers,' the cannon,' and all things per-



training to the muster; and the very first Satur-
day after that famous day, the boys got together
and tried to form companies, to do as they had
seen the soldiers do. They found that they re-
membered the commands and how they were
obeyed; but they soon got tired of it, for they
declared there was no fun in it unless they were
dressed up like real soldiers.
Let's get up a company,' said Willie Treat,
'and be real soldiers, will you ?'
You don't mean to go to battle, do you ?'
asked Henry Stone.
"' Why, no, of course I don't; but I mean,
let 's play we 're real soldiers, and then we can
have a good muster, by and by.'
"' Well, I '11 ask mother,' said Roscoe Ford;
'and if she's willing, I 'll be one.'
"' So will I,' said one after another, till they
got nearly a dozen boys who were ready to form
themselves into a company.
"' Who '11 be the captain ?' asked Joe Arnold.
'May I be ?'
"' I think you had better wait till you 're
asked,' said Sam Jones.
"'' Come, let's choose a captain by vote,' said
Joe, who was the largest boy, and thought the
office by right belonged to him. 'Boys, please
to nominate somebody for captain.'



"( Charlie Hastings,' Charlie Hastings,' was
echoed from one to another, till the vote was
declared unanimous, and the little fellow, who,
though small, was a good boy and a general
favorite, was greeted and cheered as Captain
"'6 Now you must make a speech,' said Willie
Treat; men always do when they 're chosen.'
"' I can't, I 'm sure,' said the captain ; only
I '11 promise to do as well as I can, and be kind
to you all.'
That 's a real good speech, is n't it John ?'
said Fred Mann.
Please to nominate a lieutenant.'
There was quite a pause, until one boy called
out, timidly, Joe Arnold.'
"' I don't like Joe very well,' said Roscoe Ford,
She orders us about so; but, if he 'll promise to
do as our captain has, I will vote for him.'
"' I don't care about the office, I thank you;
still, I am willing to accept it, as the captain may
sometimes be absent, and then, of course, I fill
his place,' said Joe.
"' Don't let's have Joe Arnold; I like John
Green a great deal better,' said Henry Stone.
'Who '11 vote for John Green ?'
I will,' I will,' I will.'



Chosen,' said Fred Mann, 'and I 'm glad of
it. Come, John, now you make a speech.'
I don't know how,' said John, but I'll
promise to obey the captain, and when he 's not
here I '11 treat you all well.'
S' That you will,' said Georgie Morse; 'you
always do it now.'
The other officers were soon chosen, and then
the important work commenced of deciding upon
the uniform they were to wear. But here they
remembered that they were not 'real soldiers,'
but only little boys, and they must ask their par-
ents what they thought about the matter; so they
adjourned their meeting for one week.
When they went to school on Monday, Cap-
tain Hastings,' Lieutenant Green,' and the oth-
ers, were introduced to the boys who were not at
the meeting; and interest in the new company
increased, till nearly all the boys wanted to be-
long to it, each saying as children always should,
SIf my father and mother are willing.'
"The parents were sorry their children had
become so much interested in playing soldiers,'
for they feared it would divert their minds from
their studies. But, as the boys promised to do
well at school, and never to go a-training' with-
out permission, there was no opposition made to



their movements. After much consultation with
their friends, it was agreed not to have a full
uniform, but all were to have feathers in their
caps, and as many stripes of gay colors sewed on
to their usual dress as they could, to make them
look like soldiers.' It so happened that their
tunics or sacks were very similar in color and
make, and they concluded they would do very
well. Some of them made mustaches on their
faces with burnt cork; as Sam Jones said, 'to
look warlike and awful.' Most of them made
paper caps, and had feathers and ribbons flying
from them
Then there were swords to be made of wood
or tin, after various patterns. Some of the boys
had large knives like those butchers use, which
they preferred to swords; and one made some-
thing which very much resembled a pistol. As
long as their weapons were harmless, they were
allowed to make them as they fancied.
Their first training was to be on a certain
Wednesday afternoon. Several of the parents
were present, and were much amused and sur-
prised that their children remembered so correct-
ly the movements of the soldiers at the muster.
It was a happy day for the boys, and, al-
though they got very tired marching about the



village to the music of a small drum and a tin
horn, still they enjoyed it so much they were
very sorry to see by the setting sun that it was
time to dismiss the company' and go home.
After this, they had several training-days,
and all went on prosperously. Though many of
the boys got tired and left the company, there
were enough remaining to make quite a respect-
able appearance, and they were of the right
sort,' as Fred Mann said.
The parents thought their children were obe-
dient, and felt such confidence in them that they
did not think it needful to be present at their
meetings, but allowed them to go whenever a
'training' was appointed.
One day a man carelessly remarked in their
hearing, 'These boys are so well trained now,
they might have a sham-fight; that would be
rare sport for them.'
Many of them did not know what a sham-
fight was; but Joe Arnold winked to them to
keep still, and he would tell them when they got
away by themselves. So they marched off, keep-
ing time to the music, till they were entirely out
of hearing of older people, when Joe called out,
' Captain Hastings, please to halt; I have some-
thing to say to the company.'



As soon as they halted they suriro-unded Joe,
who in a few words explained to them that a
'sham-fight' was a mock battle,' and told them
it was grand sport, as the man had said.
1' What shall we have to do ?' asked Captain
L0, divide the company into two parts, and
play they are enemies, and are going to fight each
"' What, real fighting ? asked the captain.
'I shall not lead my men into any place where
they would be likely to get hurt.'
Pooh get hurt! Just as if we could not
play fighting without hurting each other at all!'
said Joe. 'It 's all play, I tell you, and we might
have a grand time, if you was not such a girl as
to be afraid.'
"' I ain't a girl, and I 'm not afraid, either,'
said the captain. I only want to be sure that
I'm not doing wrong.'
"' That 's where you are right,' said Lieuten-
ant Green, 'and I'll sustain you. I won't do
anything that 's wrong, or go into danger.'
'You 're a brave soldier,' said Joe, making a
low bow, 'but you 'd better wait till you know
whether there is any danger before you run


After talking about it awhile, the boys were
convinced that it would be fine sport, and when
they separated they engaged to meet again in a
hollow place a little distance from the village,
where they could make all necessary arrange-
ments without being overheard. Some of them
feared they were not doing right not to tell their
parents about it; but their objections were
laughed at by the other boys, who were con-
vinced by Joe's arguments that there would be
no harm in it.
"' Where shall we have it ?' asked Sam Jones.
There is a real good place over behind that
wood-pile,' said Roscoe Ford. 'Let's all go
over and look at it.'
"Upon examination, it was declared to be 'just
the place.' So that was decided; then the time
was fixed upon, and, all other things being ar-
ranged, the boys dispersed, after giving a pledge
to Joe that 'they would not speak a word about
it to anybody.'
"' If anybody wants to back out,' said Joe,
'let him; but he need not tell, and spoil all our
fun,--that would be real selfish. Now hear,
boys! If any of y6u wish to stay at home, you
can; but don't blab. I tell you again, no harm
can come to anybody, and our parents will know



all about it when it 's over, and they 'll say,
" Those boys can take care of themselves; they
are smart fellows." '
As the young soldiers went to their homes,
their minds were continually upon the battle'
that was to be fought on the next Saturday.
Some of them were anticipating a real good
time; others, and among them Captain Hastings,
were fearful it might not please their parents,
and wished they might just ask their mothers
about it; but Joe Arnold had said so much
about telling that they did not dare to speak of
it, even to their best friends.
At length the day arriv(.d, and the boys met
at the appointed place behind the pile of wood.
Th:y divided their number into two companies
of five each. Cptiin Ha:-;tinlgs was to take his
men behind the fence, which they called the
fort,' and defend it; and Joe Arnold was to com-
mand the enemy, who were to make the attack,
and demolish the fort if they could."
O, now I know," intrrulp'ted HIerert, why
the picture is called The Attack.' I could n't
think before. MIay I look at it a minute, Aunt
Lottie ? "
Yes, my little dears, you may all look at the
picture awhile, and I 'll stop reading and get



Harry an orange; for I fear he will be so tired
as to injure him."
Thank you, Aunt Lottie, I should like an
orange; but I am not so very tired, and I hope
you will not stop a great while. I want very
much to know how those boys got thro:ugli with
their fighting, for I 'm afraid they 've got into a
pretty bad scrape." #
I don't think it will hurt Harry to hear the
remainder of the story," said Mrs. Morton, and
I confess I am a little impatient myself."
Aunt Lottie smiled and held out her hand for
the picture.
Stop a minute, Aunt Lottie," said Tom.
" You said there were five boys on each side, and
I don't see but four i]e.hlind their fort."
You are riIght, -there are but four ; I 'l tell
you about it soon. Let me see, where did I leave
off reading ? 0, here: Captain Joe Arnold com-
manded the enemy, who were to make the attack.
He took his men a little aside, and told them how
to 'storm the fort,' as he called it.
'Wait just half a minute for me, will you ?'
asked Sam Jones, who ran off at full speed.
The boys all wondered where he had gone;
some of those behind the fort thought he had
given up the play, and was going home. Willie


Treat, who had wished many times that he could
get away, started off after Sam, saying, 'Good
by, Captain Hastings; I 'm not going to fight,
even in play.'
Captain Hastings looked troubled, and as if
he would like to join him. He afterwards told his
mother that he would have given anything to run
away too, but did not dare to, because he was
afraid they would all call him 'mean,' and a
'coward;' and said that, if he had not been
captain, he would have gone for all anything.'
But, although Willie Treat went home, Sam
Jones did not. He soon came in sight, riding a
goat which belonged to a neighbor. The poor
fellow was in the habit of wandering about where
he pleased from door to door, and was so well
acquainted with the boys that he allowed any of
them to ride him.
"' Here comes one trooper. I wish we had
more,' said Fred Mann.
The boys all cheered Sam, as, mounted oni
his goat, he took his place right in front of the
"' I guess,' said he, this fellow will do more,
bunting down the enemy, than all the rest of us
can, with our guns and swords.'
Captain Joe had borrowed a cannon, which he



promised should not be heavily loaded, even with
powder. Still, it rather startled the enemy when
they found it pointed against them; they thought,
with the cannon and goat to aid their foes, they
surely should be taken prisoners.
Captain Hastings urged them to be calm, and
to do nothing they would be sorry for or ashamed
of. When all was ready for the onset, Fred
Mann took the tin horn, on which he was to
blow a loud blast to inspire them with courage ;
Georgie Morse held up his sword, which looked
very much like a butcher's knife; Sam Jones
reined in the goat, and Captain Joe, touching the
match to the cannon, cried out, Advance !'
Nothing was heard for a moment but the
tin horn, the barking of Carlo, -who had come
to see what his master, Charlie Hastings, was
about, and the roar of the cannon. As soon
as the smoke cleared away, all were anxious to
know what had been done, whether the fort
still stood.
The poor boys saw enough to make them feel
sadly. The goat, friightened by the cannon,
reared and threw his rider backwards. There
Sam lay upon the ground, with his eyes closed,
and his face very pale. They all ran to him, and
asked: Are you hurt, Sam ? What makes
you look so pale?'



"' O, my head, my head It feels dreadfully!
What shall I do ?' exclaimed Sam, as he turned
over and laid on his face, groaning with almost
every breath.
Ge(orgie Morse had fallen down and hurt his
elbow; the powder had scorched poor Carlo's
leg, and sent him yelping away ; and John Green,
who had taken a long stick of wood to defend
himself against the goat, had his face badly
burned and blackened with powder. But even
this was not all. Joe Arnold held his face a little
too near the cannon when he touched the match
to it; his eyelashes and eyebrows were burnt off,
his hair crisped, and his eyes so filled with the
powder that he could hardly open them.
After a few moments of silence, during
which all felt so troubled they could not speak,
Captain Hastings asked: What is going to be
done ? How can we get these boys home ?'
Who is going to tell our parents ? said Fred
Mann. I don't want to.'
No one volunteered for some time. Not een
Joe Arnold, with all his bravery, offered to be
the messenger to the friends of the vouamded;
and, indeed, he was not a suitable one, for his
looks would have alarmed all who saw him.
At length, Captain Ha stin:,'s, who felt a greatt



responsibility in the matter, said: Let me ask
a few questions, and perhaps I will go and get
help. Who is sorry he was so foolish as to do
anything without his parents' consent ?'
"' I am,' 'I am,' 'I am, too, sorry enough,'
all answered, readily.
Who is manly enough to confess his wrong ?'
"' I will,' 'I will,' all replied, but Joe. He
said nothing.
If I can go to the village and tell our friends
we 're every one sorry for what we 've done, I '11
go; but I want all to speak. What do you say,
Joe ?'
"1The poor boy burst into tears. His eyes
smarted, his face ached, but, worse than all, his
conscience was greatly distressed and burdened;
for Joe had broken his promise, and acted a false-
hood. He promised the boy who lent him the
cannon that he would only fire off a very little
powder at a time, and that he would not go near
any other boys. They all blamed Joe when they
heard this, and felt very badly that he had been
so wicked; but he expressed such sorrow that
they forgave him, and promised to speak as
kindly of him to otr as they could.
You won't ever do so again, will you, Joe ?'
"' No, indeed, I won't; for, to tell you the



truth, boys, I have not enjoyed myself a minute
since I borrowed this cannon. I meant at the
time to bring it here; but I thought it would do
no hurt, and nobody would know it. O, I'm so
ashamed to have people know I have told what
was false! '
0 dear, my head does ache so!' groaned
poor Sam.
"' It won't do to wait longer. We must do
something quick,' said Captain Hastings, or I 'm
afraid Sam will die.'
"' Then do hurry and bring all the folks down
here,' said Roscoe Ford. I would n't have Sam
die, for all the world.'
It was a great trial to Captain Hastings to be
the bearer of such tidings; but he felt that no
more time must be lost, and he started off, leav-
ing a sad company sitting and lying upon the
ground. Not a word was spoken; they all
watched the movements of their messenger.
After he had gone some distance, and was al-
most out of sight, Fred Mann called out, Captain
Hastings, don't go to our house first, will you ?'
The captain turned, and, coming near enough
to make them hear, said: I have one request to
make; don't ever call me captain again. Will
you all agree to this?'



"'Yes, yes!' cried the boys.
We '11 all give up our titles,' said Joe Ar-
nold. I never want to hear them again, I 'm
S' Nor I, either,' said John Green.
Charlie Hastings had gone but a short dis-
tance over the hill when he saw men, women,
and boys coming towards him, some running
with bonnets on, and some without, all pale with
anxiety about their children.
What 's the matter? 'Who 's hurt?'
'Where 's Roscoe ? Where 's Freddie ? Is
George hurt ?' asked one mother after another,
so rapidly he could not answer for some time.
"' They 're all down behind there,' said he,
pointing to the pile of wood, and no one much
hurt, we hope. But how did you know anything
about us ?'
Carlo came yelping through the street, hold-
ing up his paw, which we could see had been
burnt with powder. He kept pulling one and
another, and trying to make them understand
they were wanted. One man had heard a noise
which he said sounded like a cannon, and as soon
as he saw the dog he knew something was wrong;
so he went from house to house to let us know,
and we all set off in search of our boys,' an-
swered one of the parents.


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