Front Cover
 Title Page
 The good man of the mill
 A sad tale
 All good things come from God
 The lost purse
 Rose and her bird
 The great dunce
 The careless boy
 The two good boys
 The way to save
 Back Cover

Group Title: Gift to young friends, or, The guide to good : containing The good man of the mill; From whom all good things come; The lost purse; The great dunce; Self-will; The careless boy; Good boys; and, The way to save
Title: A gift to young friends, or, The guide to good
Full Citation
Permanent Link: http://ufdc.ufl.edu/UF00065542/00001
 Material Information
Title: A gift to young friends, or, The guide to good containing The good man of the mill; From whom all good things come; The lost purse; The great dunce; Self-will; The careless boy; Good boys; and, The way to save
Alternate Title: Guide to good
The way to save
Good boys
The careless boy
The great dunce
The lost purse
From whom all good things come
The good man of the mill
Physical Description: 63 p. : col. ill. ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Dean and Munday
Publisher: Dean and Munday
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [184-?]
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1845   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1845   ( local )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1845   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1845
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
Publishers' advertisements   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
Statement of Responsibility: by Julia Corner ; embellished with seven elegant coloured engravings.
General Note: Date of publication based on binding indicating publication in the 1840's.
General Note: Illustrations are hand-colored: probably by young owner.
General Note: Publisher's advertisements follow text.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00065542
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002243031
notis - ALJ3988
oclc - 71145033

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover
    Title Page
        Title Page 1
        Title Page 2
    The good man of the mill
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
    A sad tale
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
    All good things come from God
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
    The lost purse
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
    Rose and her bird
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    The great dunce
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    The careless boy
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
    The two good boys
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    The way to save
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Back Cover
        Back Cover
Full Text




V0Dr T@ @@Do









The Baldwin Library
lE oFI



"CHARLES, give me back my doll, sir," said
Jane; "you ought not to take it at all."
"But I will take it, miss; and I will keep it
too, as long as I like," replied Charles.
"Then you are a bad boy, and I will not love
you," said Jane; and if you do not give her back
to me soon, I will tell my aunt, and she will
scld you."
".I do not care for your aunt," said Charles:
for he was a sad boy at times, and said tjl!i,-


own map, and aunt has no right to take it from
Charles did not say a word to this; for he
knew he was in the wrong, so he went and gave
Jane her doll. Then his aunt was glad, and she
said, "There's a good boy; now come and kiss
me: sit on my knee, and I will tell you a tale."

"There was once a marnwho had a nice house,
and a field where he grew corn to make bread;
andhe had a mill to grind his corn; and more
.fields with grass to feed sheep. And he cut the
wool off his sheep to sell; and when the sheep
were fat and fit to kill, he sold them too; so that
he grew quite rich; and what he did not want he
gave to the poor, and they gavehim the name of
the Good Man of the Mill.'
"And there was a great king who was not a
good man, but did all the harm he could; and
no one thought well of him, for no one likes bad


"Well, this king went one day to hunt in a
large wood, and in his way to the wood he had
to pass the mill where the good man dwelt: and
as he rode past the mill, he said to the lords who
were with him, 'What mill is that?' Then they
told him whose mill it was, and they said that
the man of the mill was rich and good, and gave
food and clothes to the poor.
"When the bad king heard this, he was not
glad; for bad men do not like to hear of those
who are good and kind; so when he went home,
he tried to think of some way to get rid of the
Good Man of the Mill, and make him poor, and
send him a long way off, so that he might hear
of him no more. And how do you think he did
this? He sent some strong men to rob him of
his gold, and pull down his mill, and set fire to
his house, and take all his sheep, and cut down
the grass and corn that grew in his fields.
So when the Good Man of the Mill had no
home left, and no gold to buy a new house, he


went to some place a long way off, and he had to
beg for bread to eat. But he did not beg long,
for God loves all who are good, and does not
love those who are not just. This good God who
sees all that we do, saw what the king had done,
and did not let him live long. And when he
was dead, there was la good king in his stead;
as soon as the new king was told what the old
king had done to the Good Man of the Mill, he
sent for him, and gave him back his land, and
built up his house and mill, so that he got rich
once more."

"Do you think, Charles, it was right for the
bad king to take his goods from the Man of the
No, aunt, it was wrong; and that king was a
bad man."
"And would you wish to be like the bad king,
or the good one?"
Like the good one," said Charles.


"Then you must not take things by force from
those who are not so strong as you are. You
can see that the king had no right to take the
mill, that was not his; and, by the same rule, it is
wrong for you to take a toy that is not your own.
The Man of the Mill was not so strong as the
king, or he would not have let the king take his
mill; nor is Jane so strong as you, or she would
not have let you take her doll. But the strong
are not to rob and hurt the weak; if it were
right to do so, I might take all your toys and
books, for you are not so strong as I am; but
you see, I do not take them, for I know they are
not mine."
Charles saw that his aunt was right, and
said he would do so no more.



"Oh, what a nice horse and chaise!" said John.
Where is it?" said the nurse.
"Why, do you not see it there?" said John,
"it stands at the door of that house, I can see
it through the trees; a green chaise, and a white
I can see it now," said the nurse.
"There is no one with it," said John; "how I
should like to get in it."
"But it would be wrong to do so," said the
nurse; and the horse might start off, and throw
you out; so do not go near it."
I can just go and touch the horse," said John,
"see how still he stands: I dare say he will not
hurt me."


"You must do no such thing, sir," said the
nurse, "if you were to touch the horse, he might
kick you."
"He does not look as if he would kick," said
John, "but you are so cross, you will not let me
do any thing that I like; but I will go and touch
the horse in spite of you." And off he ran as
fast as he could; and the nurse could not stop
him, for she had the babe in her arms, and a
child of two years old by her side, whom she led
with one hand. So what could she do with John?
if he did not choose to stay near her, as he ought
to have done, she could not help it.
Little boys and girls, when they go out with
the nurse, ought to mind what she says; for she
has the care of them, and knows best what is
right for them to do, and what is wrong; and
when she tells them not to do a thing, it is that
they may not get hurt. Then they think that
she is cross; but it is kind of her to try to keep
them from harm. Do you not think so?, I hope


you mind what your nurse says when you go out
with her?
Well: let us see what John did. He ran off,
as I told you, as quick as he could; and went
through a gate, and up a lane, that led to the
road where the horse and chaise stood. There
was a great coat in the chaise, and a whip, and
the step of the chaise was down. John cast his
eyes round, and saw that no one was near; so he
put his foot on the step, and got in, and took the
whip in his hand, and laid hold of the reins.
'I am sure I could drive," said this bad boy;
so he gave the horse a smart touch with the
whip; and as soon as he did this, the horse gave
a start, and set off at full speed.
Poor John was now in a sad fright; he let go
the reins, and cried out as loud as he could
for some one to stop the horse; but no one heard
him, and on went the horse, at a great rate, till
at last John was thrown out, and broke his leg
and arm by the fall.

Here was a sad thing! but it was his own
fault; he chose to do what he was told not to do,
and so he was hurt. They took him home, and
his leg and arm were set; but he had to lie in
bed for a whole month, and worse than that, he
was lame all the rest of his life. He could not
play like the rest of the boys, nor run, nor jump,
nor skip, nor walk fast, he had to walk with a
stick; and when he grew a man, he said he
would give all he had in the world if he could
but have the right use of his leg once more.



"MAMMA," said Frank, youtold me one day,
.that God made all things."
Yes, my dear, I did tell you so: do you think
it is not true?"
"I know he made the world," said Frank,
" and the sun, and moon, and stars."
And are those all the things you can think
of, Frank? Do you not think that if God made
the world, he made all that is in it too?"
"Not all, mamma; I think he made the trees,
and all the thifigs that grow; and the sheep, and
the cows, and you, and me, and all men; but he
did not make my coat, nor this chair; did he,
"Yes, Frank; I think we shall find that he did
make your coat and that chair."

"How can that be?" asked Frank.
"I will show you how it can be," said his
mamma. "What is your coat made of, Frank?"
"It is made of wool."
"And how do we get wool?"
"It grows on the sheep," said Frank. "Ah!
now I see: God made the sheep, and made him
have wool. If there were no sheep, there would
be no wool, and I could have no coat; that is, I
could not have a cloth coat like this. So it is
God that gives me my coat; yes, I have found
that out: but the chair, mamma, how did he
make that?"
"What is the chair made of, Frank?"
It is made of wood."
"And where does wood come from?"
"I do not know where such bright wood as
this comes from. I know that they cut down
trees for wood; but the wood of trees is rough,
and does not shine like this that the chair is
made of; so I do not know what this wood is."


All wood," my dear boy, "has once been
some tree. This chair is made of rose-wood; it
does not look bright as it grows; the tree does
not shine; but they take off the rough part, and
cut the wood smooth, and then they rub it till it
shines: have you not seen Ann rub the chairs
with wax and oil?"
"Yes, mamma: but I did not know it was to
make them look bright. Well, then, I see it is
true that God made the chairs, and all the things
that are made of wood; for if he did not let the
trees grow, there would be no wood."
"No, Frank; there would be no wood. And
if you were to think in this way of all the things
you see, you would find out that they all come at
first from that good and kind God who made us
all, and who gives us our bread, and meat, and
clothes, and all that we have."
"I think what you say is true, mamma," said
Frank; "but I want to know how you get your
silk gown; I should like to see if God made that


Do you know what silk-worms are?" said his
"Yes; I have seen silk-worms. James keeps
them, and I have seen him feed them. He gives
them leaves to eat; and they spin a small ball of
And who do you think makes these worms,
"God makes the worms, I know, mamma."
"Yes, my dear: God makes the worms, and the
worms make silk."
But those small worms, mamma; can they
make as much silk as will make a gown?"
"Not such small worms as you have seen,
Frank; but there are large worms that spin a
great deal of silk. All the silk in the world is
spun by worms. They are not kept in boxes, as
James keeps his, but they live in large trees, and
feed on the leaves. It is a long way off where
these fine silk-worms are: you would have to
cross the sea to go to that place. When the
worms have spun a great deal of silk, it is sent


here in a ship, and there are men here who can
weave it, and then it is such silk as I buy to
make my gowns. So now you see that silk does
come from God, since he sends us silk-worms to
make it."
"Thank you, mamma," said Frank; I am glad
you have told me all this; if you had not told
me, I should not have known how it was; but I
know now, and I see how good God is to us all;
and I will not do what is wrong; for you say that
does not please him; and I ought to try to please
God, who is so kind to me."
"Yes, my dear child, we ought all to try to
please him; and the way for boys to do so, is to
be as good as they can; and at night, Frank,
when you say your prayers, it is to thank God
for all that he does for you; and he hears you,
and it is the same as if you said, 'God, I thank
you for all the good things that you give to me.' "



ONE day, a cow boy was in a field with his cows.
He was a good boy, and so he was gay, and he
sang, and ran in the field, and sat down on the
grass to rest. There was no one in the field but
this boy; and he had been told to stay there and
mind the cows till it was time to drive them
"What a hot day it is!" said he, "I will go
and lie down by the side of that hedge, it will
shade me from the heat of the sun." And when
he had said this, he went to that side of the field
where the hedge grew most thick. He was just
going to lie down, but he saw a wasp on a wild
rose tree in the hedge. "If I lie down here,'
said he to himself, "and go to sleep, that wasp


will sting me; I will try to knock it down with
my stick."
So he struck the rose-tree with his stick as
hard as he could; and there flew out of it a
green silk purse full of gold, which fell at his feet.
Then he thought no more of the wasp, but took
up the purse to see what was in it; and when he
saw that it was full of gold, he was glad, and sat
down on the ground to count it.
I do not know how much there was, but it
was a great deal, and he said, "How glad I am
that I have found this purse; I am rich now, and
need not work, and can buy new clothes. Oh!
what a fine thing it is to find a purse full of gold."
But soon his face grew sad, and he thought of
it for some time, then sam, "But what a bad
boy I should be to keep this purse; it is true I
found it, but it is not mine, and if I keep it I
shall be a thief. I ought to try to find out who
has lost it, that I may give it back to him. I
must not steal gold to buy new clothes. It is no


sin to wear an old coat, but it is a great sin to
steal. God says, 'Thou shalt not steal,' and then
the boy put all the gold in the purse, and shut it
up to take care of it.
Now there was a rich squire who lived in a
large house a short way from the field where the
cow boy found the purse; and the boy thought
it would be the best way to take the purse to this
rich man, and ask him if he knew who had lost it.
So as soon as all the cows were gone home and
safe in their stalls, he went to the squire's house,
and rang the door bell. A man came to the door,
and when he saw that it was a poor boy who had
rung the bell, he said in a cross tone, "Why do
you come to this doot you ought to have gone to
the back gate. What do you want?"
"Is the Squire at home?" asked the boy.
"Yes, he is at home," said the man, but what
do you want with him?"
"I should like to see him," said the boy.
Then the man was still more cross, and said,


"You must tell me what you want. I will not let
a cow boy like you go up those nice stairs; your
shoes are not clean." Then the poor boy did not
know what to do, for he did not like to tell this
man he had found a purse, for fear he should
take it from him; so said, quite loud, "I must
see the squire; so if you will not let me come in,
I must wait here till he goes out, and then I can
speak to him." He spoke so loud that the squire
heard him, and came to the top of the stairs,
and said; "John, who is that?" And the man
said. "It is a rude cow boy, sir, who says he
will see you, and he will not tell me what he
"Let him come up, then," said the squire, "if
he wants to speak to me, why do you not let
him?" The poor boy was glad when he heard
this; he ran up stairs, and when he came to the
room where the squire was, he took off his hat
and made a bow.
The squire was a kind old man, so he said,


"Come in, my man; what have you to say to me?"
Then the boy told him he had found a purse of
gold in the field, and had brought it to him, that
he might try to find out who had lost it.
You are a good lad," said the squire; it is
mine; I lost it to-day, as I rode to the farm; it is
a green purse with steel slides, and I will tell you
how much gold is in it, that you may be sure I
speak the truth." And then he told the boy how
much was in the purse he had lost, and it was
just the same sum that was in the one that was
found; so the boy knew it must be the same purse
the squire had lost, and he gave it back to him.
Then the squire said: "My good boy, you
have done quite right not to keep what was not
your own, and I dare say you will grow up a
good man. As you did not keep this- gold, which
was not yours, I will gite you two cows, and
you may feed them in my fields. You can sell
the milk, and if you take care, you may some day
be as rich as I am."

You may think how glad the boy was to have
cows of his own; he took care of them, and they
gave a great deal of milk, which he sold, and the
cows had calves which he sold too, and then he
had gold of his own; and he bought a house and
a field, and kept more cows, till at last he had so
much milk and cream, and butter and cheese to
sell, that he grew quite a rich man.



ROSE was just eight years old-she was a nice
girl, so kind and good, that all her young friends
were fond of her. All who spoke of Rose, said:
"That child has a good heart, she would not
hurt a fly if she could help it." And they were
right; for if she found a fly in her milk, she
would take it out and put it on her hand, and
warm it in the sun, and watch itewith care till its
wings and legs got dry, and then she was glad to
see it fly. If she saw a worm in the foot path,
she took care not to tread on it, but went on one
side, that she might not hurt it.
Rose had a bird that she kept in a cage, and a
sweet bird he was, and so fond of her that he
would chirp and sing as soon as he saw her come
in to the room; and Rose was fond of him too,


and fed him morn and night, and took great care
of him, and she would let him hop out of the
cage on to her hand, and talk to him.
"Oh, my dear Dick!" she would say: "I love
you so much, I wish you could speak, that you
might tell me if you love me as well as I love you;
sing to me, my own sweet bird, sing me a nice
song, for I like to hear you." And then Dick
would sing as if he knew what she said to him.
One day, Rose went up to feed her bird, and
while she put in the seed, Dick went in and out
of his cage, two or three times. Go in, Dick,"
said Rose; "for I must go down stairs, I have
not done my work yet, nor my sum; so go in, sir,
for I must not stay with you now." Dick did as
he was bid, and just as he went in, the maid
came up stairs and said:
"Miss Rose, your aunt is here, and wants to
see you, but you must make haste, for she will
not wait."
Rose ran down stairs, as fast as she could, and


did not think to shut the door of the cage; so as
soon as she was gone, Dick flew out, and thought
.he would hop on the floor a bit; poor Dick! he
did not know that the door of the room was not
shut fast, and that there was a sly cat on the
watch for him, poor Dick! the cat heard him
sing, and saw him hop on the floor, so in she
came, and sprang on the poor bird, and ran down
stairs with him in her mouth. Rose saw her come
down, and gave a loud scream, and tried to stop
her, but it was too late, for the poor bird was
dead, and the cat ate him up.
It was not bad of the cat, for cats think it is
no more harm to kill birds than mice, and they
like them to eat; but those who keep birds should
take great care to put them out of the cat's way.
If Rose had thought to shut the door of the
cage, the cat could not have caught her bird; so
you see how wrong it is not to think.



IT is a sad thing when boys and girls will not
learn to read, for all the things that they would
like to know may be found in books, if- they can
read them; some books speak of the sea, and the
ships that sail on it; some tell you of the sun and
moon and stars; and some are full of nice tales of
boys and girls; which should you like to read
best? I think you would like tales of boys and
girls; and so I will tell you one of two girls that
I once knew, their names were Jane and Kate.
Jane was fond of play, but would not learn to
read; she said she did not care for all the books in
the world, and that no one should make her spell,
if she did not like. it Do you not think this was
wrong, I do; and so did all her friends; but she
did not mind what they said, and when she was


eight years old, she was a great dunce. I wish
you had seen how tall she was, it would have
made you laugh to see such a tall girl, who could
not spell her own name. Kate was not so old as
Jane, she was but six, but she could read and
write too, and would have been a nice girl, if
she had not been too proud of what she could
do, and too apt to laugh at those who did not
know as well as she did.
One day, Kate's papa had a friend to dine
with him, and this friend heard Kate read,
and she read so well, that the next time he came
he brought her a large book full of prints. You
may think how glad Kate was to have such a nice
book of her own, and she said, "Oh, how glad I
am that I can read!" One day, she went to drink
tea with Jane, and she took her book of prints
with her; for she was quite proud of it, and glad
to shew it to all her young friends, and tell them
how she got it. Now this was what Jane did not
much like to hear, for though she would not


take the pains to learn to read, she knew that all
the world must think her a great dunce:
"Is it not a fine book?" said Kate, "should you
not like to have one like it?"
No," said Jane, "I do not want one like it?"
and she was quite cross, and what she said was
not true, but she did not wish Kate to see that
she was cross, and so she took the book in her
hands to look at the prints. The first one was a
large church with a wide path up to the porch,
and a row of tall trees on each side:-" What
church is this?" said Jane.
"Look at this side of the book," said Kate,
"here, in this page, it tells you what church it
is; why dp you not read it?"
I do not know how to read," said Jane.
"Not know how to read!" said Kate; "Oh!
what a great dunce!"-and she was so rude as to
laugh out loud.
How dare you laugh at me, miss!" said Jane,
and her face grew quite red with spite-" if you


do not leave off, I will give you a good box on
the ears."
"I shall laugh, if I choose it," said Kate-
"eight years old, and not know how to read!"
and then came a loud laugh, and Jane ran to her,
and gave her a hard box on the ears.
They were two sad rude girls, were they not?
I do not know which was the worst.
There was now such a noise, that mamma ran
up stairs in a fright to see what it was, and when
she came into the room, she could not think
what could make Jane cry, and Kate laugh at
the same time, so she said:
"Why d&you cry, Jane?"
"Kate is so rude, and laughs at me," said Jane.
"Is this true, Kate?" said mamma-" were you
rude to Jane; why did you laugh at her?"
Why, ma'am," said Kate, I could not help
it, for she says she does not know how to read,
and she is eight years old; and I am but six, and
I can read and write, and work, and do sums too."
My dear," said mamma, "I am glad to 1ear-


it, it is a good thing to know all these things;
I wish Jane knew as much as you do; but as
that is not the case, it would have been more
kind of you, if you had told her what a good
thing it is to learn, and had tried to make her
wish to do so: it was not kind to laugh at her,
it was not like a friend, and yet you say that
you love Jane, and like to come and play with
her; but I do not think you can love her, or be
her friend, or you would not try to vex her."
"But I do love her, ma'am," said Kate, with
tears in her eyes-" and I will be her friend, if
she will make it up."
"Then I am sure she will make up," said
mamma; she ought to be glad to do so, for she
was rude too, and I hope she will try to learn to
read, and then no one will laugh at her."
Jane and Kate then made it up, and Jane said
that she would learn to read, and she kept her
word, for in a short time she could read as well
as Kate.



THERE was an old man once who dwelt in a
cot by the side of a wood, and all round his cot,
and for miles round, the trees grew thick and
high; and it was his trade to cut wood and take
it to the town to sell, and that was the way he
got his bread. The old man had a son whose
trade it was to cut wood too, but he did not like
that sort of work, he said he should like to see
the world, and not live all his life by the side of
that dull wood, where he saw no one all day long,
and heard no sound but the songs of the birds as
they sang on the trees. He said he should like to
go to sea, and then the old man said: "Why do
you want to go to sea? poor boy, you do not
know what it is you wish; here you have good
food to eat, a house to keep you from the wind

and rain, a goIod bed to sleep in, and warm clothes
to wear; what more do you want? If you go to
sea, you must work hard, and will get but coarse
fare; when the nights are cold you will not have
a nice warm bed to go to; and if a storm should
come, you will wish you were safe at home, in the
cot by the wood side."
It was thus that the old man would talk, but
the boy took no heed of what he said, and at last
he went to sea; but he soon found that the old
man was right, and that a ship was not like a
house to live in. For days he was sick and ill,
for the sea makes folks sick who have not been
on it much; but he was so ill that he felt as if he
should die; the men in the ship did but laugh at
him. At last he got well, and then he thought
he should like the ship; but one day it grew dark,
the wind was high, and the sea so rough, that the
ship went up and down, and no one could stand
on the deck, and when the boy saw the ship toss
on the wayes; and heard them say there would

be a great storm, he shook with fear from head
to foot, and his heart grew sick; and he thought
of the words that the good old man had said to
him. He was quite right," thought the boy:-
"Oh, how I wish I was safe at home in my own
cot, by the wood side."
But it was no use to wish now, the storm came,
and they thought the ship would sink, and then
they all fell down on their knees to pray to God
to save them; and he did save them, but the boy
said in his own mind, that if once he got back to
his own land, he would go to sea no more.
Well, three or four years were gone, and the
boy was now grown a young man, and he had
seen a great deal of the world, but he did not
like one place that he saw, so well as his own
cot that he had left; and right glad was he when
the ship at last came back. As soon as he put his
foot on shore, he gave a loud shout of joy, and
he set off to his home by the wood side. But
when he got there, he found that the cot was


gone, for the poor old man was dead, and so
when there was no one in it to keep it strong and
dry, the wind had blown it all down. The young
man stood for some time to look at the place
where the cot had stood, and the tears ran fast
down his face, as he thought that if he had not
gone to sea, the old man and the cot might both
have been there still.
And as he stood there, a girl came by with a
milk pail on her head; and he said to her-" Do
you know how long that cot has been blown
down, and where the old man is that dwelt in it?"
And the little girl said: Oh, yes; the old
man is dead; he had a bad son who would leave
him and go to sea, and that broke his heart, he
died of grief; and the cot soon fell down. It
was a sad thing that the poor old man had such
a bad son; I have seen him sit on that stone and
cry, as if his heart would break, and I thought
that he would soon die, for he grew thin and
pale; and when he was so ill and weak, that he

could not go out to work, there was no one with
him to nurse him, and so he died."
When the young man heard all this, he sat
down on the stone and wept; and he said in his
heart-" I have been the cause of his death; if I
had been wise, and staid at home, he might have
been here now, and I should have had my own
cot to live in, by the side of the wood.



JAMES was one of those boys who take no care
of what they have. His books were torn, his
toys lost, and none of his things in the place
where they ought to be. If his mamma said,
" James, where is such or such a thing?" he was
sure to say-" I do not know, I must look for
it;" and then, when he did look for it, it was
not to be found; or if he did find it, ten to one
that it was on the floor and spoilt.
One day he went out with his mamma, and he
saw a nice box of toys in a shop, that he thought
he should like to have, so he said, "Mamma, I
wish you would buy me that box of toys." I
should like to buy it for you my dear," said his
mamma, "if I thought you would take care of
it, but I fear you would soon spoil it, like all the


rest of your things." Oh no, mamma, I would
not," said James; do pray buy it for me, and
you shall see how nice I will keep it."
His mamma thought a bit, and then said:
"Well James, I will try you once more, and if I
find you do not keep your word, I shall.buy you
no more toys at all, so you know what you have
to trust to, for I mean what I say."
James said he was sure he would take care of
it; so they went in to the shop, and the box was
bought. I do not know how much it cost, but I
dare say it was a great deal, for it was a large
box full of nice smooth red bricks to build a
house with, and there were two doors, and slate
tiles for the roof, and all the things that one
wants to make a fine large house.
Well, James was quite glad he had got it,-
"Let us make haste home, mamma," said he;
"for I want to build up my house."
As soon as they got home he set to work, and
a grand house was built; James said it was fit for


a king to live in, but grand as it was, it must
have been but a small king that could live in it,
don't you think so?
That night when it was time to go bed, James
put all his bricks in the box, and shut it up with
great care; but the next night he did not count
his bricks, and the next time he went to build his
house, there were three of them lost. He went
dawn stairs to ask the maids if they saw them on
the floor when they swept the room, but they
said they did not see them, and that if they were
left on the floor they might be swept out with the
dust, and thrown in the dust-hole, or in the fire,
they could not tell, they said, he ought to take
more care of them.
One would have thought that this loss would
have made James count his bricks of a night when
he put them in the box, but no such thing, he
put them in eight or ten times and did not count
them, and each time some were left on the floor,
so that in a few days, not more than half of them


were left. One of the doors was lost too, and all
the slate-tiles but two, so that he could not make
a roof to his house at all, and as he could build
but a small house now for want of the bricks that
were lost, the door would not fit, it was too large,
so the toy was quite spoilt.
His mamma did not say a word to all this, till
one day when a man came to the door with a
board on his head that had two fine large ships
on it, and she bought one of them. This ship
had sails, and a mast with a red and white flag at
the top of it. James thought it was for him, so
he said: "Oh mamma, I am so glad you have
bought me that nice ship, how I shall like to
swim it in the pond at the back of our house;
what good fun it will be'" "I dare say you would
like to swim it my dear, and I have no doubt it
would be good fun, but I have not bought it for
"Oh dear, why not? who is it for then?"
I have bought it for Fred Lvne, he takes

more care of his toys than you do. The last time
I was at his house, I saw a map that I gave him
in a box last year, and it was as good as new;
there was not one piece of it lost, so I shall give
him this ship."
If you will give it to me, mamma, I will take
great care of it," said James.
So you said of the box of bricks, my dear,
and you did not keep your word. I told you then
it was the last time I should try you, and though
you break your word, I do not mean to break
mine. When you learn to take care of things,
you shall have new toys, but not till then."



ONE day, Charles and Fred were at play with a
ball, in a room where their mamma had been at
work, but she was gone out of the room, so there
was no one there but them. They threw the ball
from side to side; first Charles caught it, then
Fred, and now and then it fell on the ground.
At last, there was a miss, and it went to one
side and they both ran to catch it; which of them
caught it I do not know; but it was thrown up
too high, and fell on a glass inkstand, which it
broke, and all the ink was spilt on the new hearth
rug, which had been put down but that day.
Here was a fine piece of work! they both stood
to look on what they had done, till the tears
came in their eyes.
"What shall we do?" said Charles.

Let us go and tell mamma," said Fred, "she
says we ought to tell her when we have done
"So she does," said Charles; then let us go."
And so they both went to tell their mamma.
"What have you done, my dear boys?" said
their mamma. Why do you cry?"
We have spilt the ink on the new hearth-rug,"
said Fred, and we have come to tell you."
"Bless me!" said his mamma: "how came you
to do that?"
"It was not Fred's fault, it was mine," said
Charles; "I threw the ball up high, and it fell on
the ink stand and broke it, and so the ink went
on the hearth-rug."
"No, it was not Charles, it was I who threw
up the ball, I know; for we both had hold of it,
but Charles let go, and then I felt it go out of my
"It seems you do not know which of you did
it;" said their mamma, but I am glad to find that


you are both so good and kind as to wish to bear
the blame, so I shall shall not scold you. I have
some drops that will take the stains of the ink
out of the rug; and we must ask papa to buy a
new ink-stand, and then all will be set to rights;
I am sure he will buy it when I tell him what
good boys you were; so now you may go back to
your play, but take more care."



THERE was a boy whose name was James Hall;
he was nearly eight years old, and a nice bright
boy he was too, and as good as he was bright.
He took great care of all that he had; his
books were all nice and clean, and put on a shelf
in a neat row; his tops, and balls, and bats were
not thrown here and there, but when he had
done with them, he was sure to put them in the
right place; so that when it was time to go out to
play he had, not to hunt up and down the house
for his things, for he knew where to find them at
Nor was this all; he took as much care of his
pence as he did of his toys. He had threepence a
week to spend as he chose; but he did not lay it
out in cakes or toys that he did not want, only a
halfpenny now and then; the rest he put into a


box till it came to a great sum; and then spent
it in a way that would be of some use.
James had a young friend: and who do you
think that friend was? why, it was John Page,
who bought the glass box with his half-crown,
and broke it.
One day, James went to see John, and he took
with him a new draught-board that he had just
bought; for they both knew how to play at
draughts, and it was a game they were fond of;
but while they had no board of their own they
could not play much, for their papa's board was
too large for them, and it was but now and then
they might use it.
When John saw James's new draught-board, he
said "Oh, what a nice board, James; where did
you get it?"
I bought it," said James.
"Bought it!" said Tom, "why it must have
cost a great deal, did it not?"
How much do you think it cost?" asked James,


I don't know, said John, "but more than
half a crown, I dare say."
"It cost four half-crowns. But then, look
here, see what nice red and white men there are
to it."
What, then," said John, do you have four
half-crowns at a time?
"No, I do not have as much as one half-crown
at a time, but I have threepence a week; and I
save most of it in a box till it comes to a great
deal. And on my birth day, papa gave me half-a
crown, which I put in the box too; and when I
went to look how much I had, a day or two since,
it was as much as four half-crowns; and I bought
this draught board with it."
"But how did you think of putting it by for so
long; and then buying so nice and good a thing
as this?"
Why, papa told me that if I always made a rule
to save my pence, that I should soon get rich,
and then I should be able to buy good things that

will last a long time, and be of some use. Now,
this draught bo rd, ~,~m ht play with as long as

I live; at least, it will last till I am a man, f rcn
say, for it is made of such hard wood that it will
not soon wear out."
"Ah! I wish I had done so," said John; "I
will try to be as wise as you, Sam, and save what
I get till it comes to a good sum; and then I will
not spend it till I have thought well of what it
will be best to buy",


DJ^'lt and J ay/ /,rio at r,
3'I'~ildf~i'trJi-. trt:"..

University of Florida Home Page
© 2004 - 2010 University of Florida George A. Smathers Libraries.
All rights reserved.

Acceptable Use, Copyright, and Disclaimer Statement
Last updated October 10, 2010 - - mvs