Sandford and Merton in words of one syllable


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Sandford and Merton in words of one syllable
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Sanford and Merton
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144 p., 6 leaves of plates : col. ill. ; 23 cm.
Aikin, Lucy, 1781-1864
Day, Thomas, 1748-1789
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by Mary Godolphin ; with colored illustrations.
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An adaptation of Thomas Day's History of Sandford and Merton.
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Tom's fright at the Snake, and Hal's biae--act.


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"Just at the age twixtt boy and youth,
When thought is speech, and speech is truth."




THE great popularity of "Sandford and Merton"
among all classes of young readers has induced the
Author to select it for the purpose of translation into
easy words of one syllable. But in order to maintain
the identity of the book, it has been thought right to
retain the proper names of Sandford, Merton, and Bar-
low, which form the only exceptions to the rule of
using words of one syllable exclusively. The writer
takes this opportunity of acknowledging the valuable
aid she has received in monosyllabic words from the
Rev. E. Dalston's book of "Brief Thoughts," by the
kind permission of the Author.



THERE was a man of
great wealth, whose name
was Merton, and he had a
young son, whom he made
the whole joy and pride
of his heart. This boy
had but to cry for a thing,
and Mr. and Mrs. Merton
would give it to him then
and there. But one night
when the nurse went to
put him to bed, he thought
he should like to have the
moon to play with. Well,
what was to be done? It
was clear that none of them
could give him the moon,
let him cry for it all the
night and all the day.
When they told him it was

too far off for them to reach
it, he fell down flat on the
ground, tore his hair, and
said he would have it. So
Tom (for that was his
name) wept on, till at
length, with a deep sigh
he fell off to sleep.
Tom would eat sweet
things till he was sick, and
when this brought pain, he
could not be made to take
a dose to cure him.
When friends came to
dine at the house, Mr.
Merton would help Tom
first, and give him the
choice parts of the meat,
lest he should shock the
guests with his cries; and


when they sat down to
Tom would not wait,


would seize, hold of the
cake and jam and eat
The least rain gave him
cold. He was kept in
doors when the wind was
in the east; and in a high
wind, let it blow from the
north, south, east, or west,
young Tom was not to stir
out of the house, lest he
should take a chill.
He could not leap, or
jump, or run, as most boys
do, nor was there a child's
game that he.could play at;
and Mrs. Merton would
not let him learn to read,
for Tom said it made his
head ache.
A man of the name of
Sandford, who kept a small
farm close to Mr. Merton's
grounds, had a son who

was just Tom's age, and
his name was Hal.
This boy was brought
up to be much out in the
fields with the men on the
farm, and to drive the cows,
and mind the sheep. He
had a nice frank face, and
youhad but to look at him
to love him.
While young Hal ate
his meals, if he saw a poor
wretch in want of food, he
was sure to give him half
of his own, if not all of it.
So kind was he, that he
would not rob the bird's
nests of their eggs or young
ones, and he. would join in
no kind of sport which gave
pain to poor dumb brutes.
It is true that once Hal was
caught with a pin thrust
through a moth, which he
held with a piece of string;
but he did this from want


of thought, for as soon as as we have. Then you
Mrs. Sandford told him could trust Hal for the
that the moth felt as much truth of all that he told
pain, or more, than Hal you; for if you were to
would do were a knife thrust say he should have a
Through his hand, he drew plum cake if he would but
the pin out of the moth, tell a lie, yet would he not
and took it home and kept tell one.
it on fresh leaves. From The way in which Hal
that time Hal would step Sandford came to know
out of the way if but a Tom Merton was this. One
worm were in his path. fine day, Tom took a walk
He would get green boughs in the fields with his nurse,
for the sheep which ran by when what should start up
his side, and there was not from the high grass but a
a horse on the farm that large snake, and coil round
did not know Hal, and like Tom's leg! The nurse ran
to feel his hand pat and with loud shrieks for help,
stroke him while he was at while Tom did not dare to
work. So great was his stir from the spot where he
love for dumb things, that stood.
toads and frogs, which most Just then Hal, who was
of us kill when we find near, ran up to see the
them, were quite safe with cause of .such cries. But
Hal, who would say they poor Tom could not speak,
had as much right to live for the sobs came so fast


All he could do was to put
out his leg to show him the
snake. Hal was brave, and
told Tom not to fear; at
the same time he took hold
of the snake by its neck,
and tore it off from his leg.
Mrs. Merton, who had
heard the cries of the nurse,
came up quite out of breath.
She caught up her dear
boy in her arms to kiss
him, and hear if he was
"No," said Tom, I am
not; but I think the snake
meant to bite me, and would
have done so, if that boy
had not come to pull him
off from my leg."
And who are you, my
dear, to whom we owe so
much ?"
My name is Sandford,"
said Hal. "Our farm is
just at the foot of the hill."

Well, my child, you are
a dear, brave boy, and you
must go home and dine
with us. You shall be my
child from this time; will
you ?"
"If you please, if I may
have my own home too,"
said Hal.
Mrs. Merton sent to the
farm to say where Hal was
to dine, and then led him
by the hand to her own
house, where she found Mr.
Merton, and told him all
that took place in the field.
Hal was now in the midst
of a new scene, and he
could but gaze at Mrs. Mer-
ton, who wore a dress of
rich silk, such as he had not
seen till now. Then they
took him through the great
halls, till they came to the
room where they were to
dine. There was a train


of men to wait on them, Mrs. Merton. -" How
and the board was spread so ? Do they drink out of
with food that Hal thought such cups as this at the
might feed a whole town. farm?"
There was to be seen on Hal.-" I don't know
"it all that could tempt the what you call this, but we
taste and please the eye. drink out of long cups, made
Mr. Merton said grace, they of horn such as the cows
all sat down, and Mrs. Mer- have on their heads; and
ton, who saw Hal's eyes they suit us best, for they
rest on a gold cup, said-- do not make us cross."
Should you like to have Mrs. Merton.-" Make
such a fine cup of your you cross, my child. What
own to drink out of, my dear do you mean ?"
boy ? True, it is Tom's Hal.--'. Why, when the
cup, but I am sure he will man threw down that great
be glad to give it to his bright thing, which is just
kind young friend." the shape of my cup at
"Yes, that I will," said home, I saw that it made
Tom; for you know I you look quite pale in the
have quite as fine a one, face. Now, our horn cups
as well as two large ones." are thrown down by us all,
Hal.-" Thank you, with and no one minds it."
Small my heart; but I will Mrs. Merton (to Mr. Mer-
not take it, for I have one ton).-" Of a truth, my dear,
I like quite as well at home." I do not know what to


make of this boy; he says
such strange things!"
The fact was the man
had let fall a large gold
cup, for which Mrs. Mer-
ton took him to task for his
want of care. Mrs. Mer-
ton then gave Hal a glass of
wine, and bade him drink
it off.
Hal said with thanks that
he did not wish to take it.
But, my dear," said she,
"this is sweet and nice, and
as you are a good boy, you
may drink it up."
"Ay !" said' Hal; "yet
Mr. Barlow said at church
that we ought not to eat
and drink, save when we
stand in want of meat and
drink, and that this was
what the good men of
old were taught by our
Here Mr. Merton drew

back in his chair. "And
pray, my boy," said he, "do
you know who these men
were ?
Hal--"Oh, yes, sir, to
be sure I do."
Mr. Merton.-"And who
were they?"
Hal.-" Why, sir, there
was a time when men had
grown so bad that they did
not care what they did.
The great folk were proud,
and they ate, drank, and
slept, but took no heed of
the poor. At this time the
poor would not work nor
be taught; and boys and
girls, and all the world were
as bad as they could be.
And then there came a man
from God, whose name was
Christ, and he took care of
the poor, and went from
place to place to do good,
and cure men of all sorts of


ills, and taught them what
they ought to feel, and what
they ought to do. And
He chose out twelve men
to go with Him and do the
same things. These twelve
men did not care what they
ate and drank: for food
they had dry bread, and
they drank from the wells.
They told all whom they
met to love God, and to do
His law; to heal the sick,
feed and clothe the poor,
to wish well to those who
hate them, and to'love all
men. And so the world
was more kind and good
through the means of Christ
our Lord."
"On my word!" said Mr.
Merton, "this young child
is quite a sage! And I
should be glad if Mr. Bar-
low would take our Tom to
teach him, for he grows a

great boy, and it is time
for him to learn to read.
What say you, Tom, should
you like to be a sage like
our young friend here?"
"I don't know what a
sage means; but I should
like to be a king, for he is
so rich and fine, and all
men wait on him and fear
Well said, my dear!"
quoth Mrs. Merton, as she
rose to give her child a
kiss. "And a king you
ought to be! And here's
a. glass of wine for you.
Should you not like to be
a king, Hal ?"
I don't know what that
is," said he; but I hope I
shall soon go to the plough
and work for my own bread,
and then I shall have no
need of men to wait on


But should you not like
to be rich, my dear?" said
Mr. Merton.
No, sir."
No, you goose ?" quoth
Mrs. Merton; "and why
not ?"
Hal went on-" Well,
there is but one rich man
that I know, and that is
Squire Chase who lives
hard by, and he rides
through folk's corn when
he hunts, and breaks down
a hedge here and a gate
there, kills their dogs, lames
their cows, and swears at
the poor; and they say he
does all this for that he is
rich, though they dare not
tell him so to his face.
Oh, I would not have men
hate me as they hate him
for all the world !"
But should you not like
to have fine clothes on?"

said Mrs. Merton; "and a
coach to take you from
place to place ?"
As to that," quoth Hal,
"there is not much to choose
in a coat, if it will but keep
you warm; and as for the
coach, if I had one, and
men to mind it, I could not
find work for them, for I
can walk where I choose."
Mrs. Merton threw up
her eyes at this speech of
Hal's, but said no more.
At night Hal went home
to the farm, and Mrs. Sand-
ford kept him up till it was
quite late, to hear what he
had to say of the folk at
the great house.
"They were all kind to
me," said Hal; "but I
would quite as soon have
been at home, for at the
best I had hard work to
get a meal. There was a


man to take my plate, a
man to give me drink, and
a man to stand by my chair,
just as though I had been
lame or blind. Then there
was so much to do to put
this dish on, and take that
dish off, that I thought
there would be no end of
it. And I was made to
sit still two whole hours
to hear Mrs. Merton talk
to me, but not as Mr. Bar-
low does; for she thought
I ought to love fine clothes,
and wish to be a king or a
rich man (and to have all
the folk hate me, as they
do Squire Chase)." While
Hal told all this to Mrs.
Sandford at the farm, at
the great house much of
the talk ran on young Hal.
Mrs. Merton thought him
brave as well as good, but
at the same time she could

not but be struck to see
how much more gross were
the thoughts of the poor
man's child than those of
the rich.
Mr. Merton did not think
so. He thought that Hal
might put to shame boys
who were in a high rank
of life. A grace of dress
and a way of the world,"
said he, a man may soon
pick up; so much so, that
these might be found with
grooms; but the real seat
of good taste must be in
the heart and mind, not in
dress and fine airs."
My dear," said Mr.
Merton, in a grave tone,
to his wife, I think this
boy of the farm has in his
mind the seeds of a true
and great man. And I
know of no one thing that
would give me more joy


than to find that our child
did not fall short of Hal
Sandford of the Farm
Mrs. Merton did not
speak, but Mr. Merton
went on to say; It is
our fault that Tom has not
been taught to read, and to
leari what most boys of
his age know. I have long
seen all this, but have not
as yet told out my thoughts
to you. I must now let you
know that I have made up
my mind to place Tom
with Mr. Barlow, if he will
take him. I am quite firm
in what I say, and I hope
you see it in the same light
as I do. Young Sandford
is just the age of Tom, and
I should like our boy to
be brought up with him.
We have been too fond
of him, (if I may so speak),

and have spoilt him. And
I mean to ask Sandford if
he will let me pay to have
his son taught by Mr. Bar-
low for a few years while
Tom is there, if Mr. Bar-
low will take the boys in
hand." Mr. Merton said
this in so firm a tone, that
his wife, who knew that it
was high time that Tom
should learn to read, at last
made up her mind to part
with her dear boy.
They wrote to ask Mr.
Barlow to dine with them,
that they might know what
he thought of the plan, and
he told them that he would
do his best to teach their
son, but not if he was paid
for it. He said he would
take Tom in his house as
a friend, till he could find
out if those faults which
he saw in him would yield


to his will. So, i a short house, where Hal had been
time Tom was sent to his for a week or more.


THE next day Mr. Bar-
low took up a spade, and
gave Hal a hoe, that they
might set to work and dig
up the weeds.
"All that eat should
work," said Mr. Barlow to
Tom. "See here, this is
my bed, and that is Hal's.
We both work at them for
some time each day, and
he that can raise the best
crops will fare the best.
Now, Tom, if you will join
us, I will mark you out a
piece of ground which you
shall have, and all that
grows on it shall be your

No," says Tom, I
don't choose to slave like
a boy at the plough."
"Just as you please,
young sir," said Mr. Bar-
low; but Hal and I will
mind our work."
By and by Mr. Barlow
said it was time to leave off,
and he took Hal by the
hand, led him to a seat,
and brought out a dish of
ripe plums which were
quite fresh from the tree,
with the bloom on them.
and gave one half to Hal,
while he ate the rest. Tom

thought he should
had his share; but



he saw that he was quite
left out, he flew in a great
rage, and burst out with
sobs and cries.
What do you cry for?"
said Mr. Barlow.
Tom said not a word.
Well, sir, if you don't
choose to talk, you need
not do so. No one need
talk in my house if they
do not like it."
At this speech Tom got
much worse, and went
round the grounds in a
great rage, for he found he
was in a place where no
one tcok pains to please
Mr. Barlow and Hal
then went for a walk in
the fields, and as they came
home Hal saw a kite on
the ground, which had a
young chick in her claws.
The kite flew off when Hal

came up o it, and left the
chick much hurt, but still
it had life in it.
"Look, sir," said Hal,
"see how he bleeds and
hangs his wings! I will
hold him to my breast to
warm him, and I will- take
him home when I go to
the farm, where he shall
have part of my meals till
he is well."
As soon as he came
from his walk, Hal's first
care was to put his chick
in a cage with some fresh
turf and some crumbs of
bread, and then Mr. Bar-
low and he went to dine.
In the mean time poor
Tom, who was seen to
skulk from place to place,
was glad to find that at
last a meal was spread,
and took his chair to sit
down to it with the rest.



The Squire dragged by nis Horse. and saved by Hal,


"Stop, sir," said Mr.
Barlow; as you are too
proud to work, we, who
are not, do not choose to
\work for you."
At this speech Tom
wept as if his heart would
break, but more from grief
than rage, for he saw that
no one in the house took
heed of his cries.
But Hal, who could
not bear to see his young
friend in such a state of
woe, said .to Mr. Barlow;
"Pray, sir, may I do as I
please with my share of
the meal ?"
"Yes, to be sure you
may," said he.
Why, then, I will give
it all to Tom, who wants
it more than I do." So he
gave it to him where he
sat, which "was some way
off from the rest.

Tom took it with thanks,
but he did not lift his eyes
from the ground.
"I see," said Mr. Bar-
low, that proud young
boys who will not work,
are not too great to take
the bread from those who
have gone through some
toil to earn it." This speech
brought fresh tears from
The next day, Mr. Bar-
low and Hal went to work
once more; but they had
not been out long, when
Tom came to them to ask
if he might have a hoe too.
Mr. Barlow then gave him
one; but as he did not
know how to use it, he hit
some strokes on his leg
with it. So Mr. Barlow
laid down his own spade,
that he might teach Tom
how to hoe; and in a short


time he got on well with
it. When the day's work
was done, they all three
sat on a bench to eat fruit;
and Tom had his share,
which he ate with great
glee, as he had done some
hard work.
From this time, Mr. Bar-
low and the boys went day
by day to work at their
beds; and as they sat in
the shade to rest from their
toils, Mr. Barlow gave Hal
this tale to read out:-
A fly and an ant once
came to words as to which
stood first in rank. The
fly said, How can you
place your mean state by
the side of mine? Look
how I soar up in the air,
skip round the head of a
king, and kiss the lips of a
queen I toil not, nor stoop
to work; but live a life of

ease. What can you have
to say to this?'
"'Why,' quoth the ant,
in a sharp tone, 'to be
made much of by kings
and queens is a great thing,
I grant, if they send for
you; but not if they deem
you a pest. In good sooth,
I think it is but your small
size that screens you from
their wrath; and as to
work, you will learn the
use of it when the frost
and snow come, and the
cold winds blow; while I
shall reap the fruits of my
toil.' "
Hal Sandford now went
home for a week or so to
the farm; while Tom Mer-
ton was left with Mr. Bar-
low; and they went on
with their work at the
clumps day by day. When
they sat on the bench to


eat their fruit, Tom made
sure that Mr. Barlow would
read to him, as Hal was
not there; for as to poor
\Tom, he did not so much
as know how to spell. But
that day Mr. Barlow had
too much to do to read to
him: the same thing took
place all the rest of the
week. Tom laid this to
heart, for it was a great
source of joy to him to
hear Hal's tales.
At last the thought struck
him, that if he could but
read like Hal Sandford, he
should not need to ask Mr.
Barlow or Hal to do so
for him. "Why may not
I do what Hal Sandford
has done ?" thought Tom.
"To be sure, he is sharp;
but he could not have
read if he had not been
taught I dare say I shall

soon learn to read as well
as he. The first thing
when he comes home, I
will ask him to teacn me."
In ten days' time Hal
came back from the farm,
and Tom said to him:
How came you to learn
to read ?"
Hal.-" Why, Mr. Bar-
low taught me to spell short
words first, and then to
read them."
Tom.-" Do you think
you could teach me to
read ?"
Hal.-" To be sure I
STom then took up a
book for the first time in
his life, and on that day he
learnt more than most boys
could have done.
Days, weeks, and months
went on, and Tom took so
much pains with his task,


and was so quick at it, that
he now read out to Mr.
Barlow this tale in short
"A poor lark was kept
in a cage that hung on a
wall in a town that was full
of dust and dirt. One day
as he stood on his piece of
dead turf to sing out his
sweet song, a finch, who
by chance flew that way,
said: 'How canst thou
sing so blithe a strain while
shut up in that vile cage?'
' Finch, finch!' rang out the
lark, in his clear tones,
'Know you not that if I
did not sing while I am
shut up here, I should fail
to call to mind my song
when the time came for

of praise while we are on
earth, to fit us for our flight
to realms of bliss. You
have done well, my boy, to
learn to read. How glad
am I, for now you will not
find the time creep as it
did, and you will soon get
at all you want to know."
" Yes," said Tom ; I make
no doubt that I know more
than most men do; and I
am sure, though there are
six black men in our house,
there is not one of them
that can read half as well
as I can."
Mr. Barlow, whose face
grew grave at this vain
speech, said:
"Pray who has taught
them ?"

me to get free, and mount No one that I know of,
up to the sky !' sir," said Tom.
Mr. Barlow.-"So it is "Then why should you
meet for us to sing hymns think it strange that they


do not know how to read
so well as you ?"
Mr. -Barlow went on to
hint to Tom that he would
not have known how to
read, if his friend Hal
Sandford had not taught
him to do so, day by day,
and step by step.
"Why, Tom," said he,
" this boast of yours is like
the Leap at Rhodes."
Tom.-" How far was
that, sir?"
Mr. Barlow.-"Well, the
man who made the boast
said it was two score yards.
This man, you must know,
had been in all parts of
the world, and told his
old friends, when he came
home, of the great feats
he had done. These Tales
they at first heard with
great glee, but in time they
found out that what he

said was a mere boast, and
worse than this, that he
told lies, and when he once
did that he set less and
less guard on his tongue,
till he made those who
heard him stare. How
comes it,' said they, 'that
this man, who, when at
home, could boast of no
great feats, should, when
he goes to strange lands,
do such great things ?'
One day he told them that
there was no place in the
world where men leapt like
the men at Rhodes. But
I beat them all,' said he,
'for I took a leap there of
two score yards.' A grave
old man, who sat near him,
said, with a sneer, 'Sir, if
your tale be true, think this
place to be Rhodes, and
take the leap once more.'
But the man kept his seat,


and had not a word more
to say."
As the time had now
come for the boys to go
out to play, Tom took his
bat and ball, and the ball
fell in a field of corn not
far from where a poor boy
was at play. Bring that
ball to me," said Tom, in
a harsh voice. But the
boy took no heed of this,
but went his way, and left
the ball. Tom now spoke
in a tone still more gruff,
"Do you not hear what I
say ?
Boy.-" Yes, yes; I am
not deaf."
Tom.-" Oh, are you
not? then bring me my
Boy.-" I don't choose
Tom.-" Don't choose
to? If I come to you I

shall soon make you choose
Boy.-" May be you
may not."
Tom.-" If I come on
that side the hedge, I will
thrash you till I take all
the breath out of you; and
then we will see if you
choose to or no."
At this the boy gave a
loud laugh, which put Tom
in such a rage, that he
sprang to the top of the
hedge, from whence he
would have made a jump
so as to bring him in the
field where the boy stood,
but his foot slipt, and he
fell in .a wet ditch which
was full of mud. There
poor Tom lay for some
time, to kick from side to
side, in the vain hope that
he should get free. But
it was of no use, for his

22 .


feet stuck in the mud, or
slid off from the bank, and
the mire clung to his smart
coat. He first lost his
right shoe, and then his
'left, and his fine .hat too
fell from his head, and was
spoilt by the mud. There
Tom must have lain for
some time, had not the
poor boy in rags come to
his aid. Tom could not
so much as look up at him
for shame, nor could he
say a word, but ran home
in such a plight, that Mr.
Barlow, who met him, had
fears that he had been hurt.
But when he heard the tale
from Tom, he could not
keep a smile from his lips,
and told him to look sharp
when next he went to play
at ball that he did not
thrash poor boys in rags.
When Tom had seen to

his dress, Mr. Barlow gave
Hal this tale to read out
to Tom:
A fine war horse broke
loose from his stall, and
sprang down the road with
a loud, shrill neigh. You
might hear him sniff the
air, as if the ground he
trod on was too poor for
such as he. An ass that
went on the same track,
with a load upon his back
was told by the horse, in a
proud tone, that if he did
not clear the way for him
he should tread him in the
dust; so the poor ass got
out of his way as fast as
he could, and let him go
"In course of time the
horse went to the war, and
was shot in the eye, which
spoilt his good looks; and
he was now of no use as


a war horse, so he was sent
to work on a farm.
Stript of all his pomp,
he was met by the ass,.
who said to him,' Hey day,
is it you ? Well, I must
say I thought your pride
would, soon or late, have a
fall.' "
Hal thought that the
grand war horse must have
had the look of a fool,
when the ass came up to
him and saw him hard at
work on the farm!
"Yes," said Mr. Barlow,
" much the same as Tom
did, when the poor lad
whom he meant to beat,
lent him his aid as he lay
in the ditch!"
"Sir," said Tom, "I should
not have had the least wish
to beat him, but he would
not bring my ball."
Mr. Barlow.-" And what

right had you to make him
bring your ball ?"
Tom.-" Sir, he was but
a poor boy; and I, you
know, am the son of a rich
Mr. Barlow.-" So, then,
all the sons of rich men
have a right to make all
poor boys do for them
what they choose?"
Tom.-" To be sure, sir,
if they are in rags."
Mr. Barlow.-" Then, if
your clothes should wear
out, and get worn to rags,
all rich men's sons have a
right to make you do as
they please?"
Tom hung down his
head, and said: "But he
might as well have done it,
as he was on that side of
the hedge."
Mr. Barlow.-" And so
I dare say he would have


done, if you had said,' I
will thank you to pick up
my ball,' in a kind sort of
tone; but when boys speak
in a proud voice, they will
find few to serve them.
Still, I make no doubt that,
as the boy was poor, and
in rags, you took out your
purse to help him on in
the world."
Tom.-" No, that I am
sure I did not."
Mr. Barlow.-" May be
you had no purse with
you ?"
Tom.-" Yes I had
though; I had all this"
(here Tom took out a
Mr. Barlow.-" Was it
that the boy was as rich
as you ?"
Tom.-" No, that he was
not, sir, I'm sure; for he
had no coat; his clothes

were all torn, and his shoes
were full of holes."
Mr. Barlow.--" So now
I see what makes the son
of a man of rank and
wealth; and that is, when
he has all he wants, and
more, and keeps it; when
he beats the poor if they
will not serve him, though
he pay them not for it; and
when they have done him
a great good, does them
no good in his turn.
Let us not set the poor
at naught, Tom. Make
sure of this: we may be
poor in this world's goods;
we may have no lands, no
gold, no fine clothes, no
great friends; but if we
have love in our hearts, we
have what is best of all-
we have what is worth
more than the whole world
with all its wealth."


This speech from Mr.
Barlow found its way to
Tom's heart, and he could
scarce keep the tears from
his eyes. Tom had a large
heart, but he had not been
taught to use it. He made
up his mind to give the
poor boy some new clothes
the first time he should see
Tom did not have to
wait long, for that same
day he met him, and said:
"Boy, I want to know
why you are in rags; have
you no clothes but those
on your back ?"
"No, sir, I have not,"
said the boy. "There are
eight of us, and the rest
are as much in rags as I
am, but I think we should
not so much mind that
if we could get more to

Tom.-" And why .have
you not more to eat?"
Boy.-" Dad is ill, and
can't work, so that we must
all starve if God does not
take care of us.
Tom did not say a word
more, but set off at full
speed to the house, and
soon came back with a
loaf of bread, and a whole
suit of his own clothes.
Here, boy," said Tom,
" you were kind to me, so
I will give you all this, for
I am rich, and-have more."
The joy that shone out
from the face of the poor
boy made it look as bright
as the deed; and as to
Tom, he felt quite as glad
as the boy did, if not more
so, for it was the first time
in his life that he had gone
out of his way to do to a
friend what he would like


that friend to have done to
him, if he had been in his
place. He did not wait to
hear the poor boy's thanks,
.but went home with a strut,
and found Mr. Barlow at
the door of his house, to
whom he told all that he
had done.
Mr. Barlow said: "You
have done well to give the
boy the clothes, for they
were your own: but what
right had you to give my
loaf of bread ?"
Tom.-"Why, sir, the
boy said he stood much in
need of food, and was one
of eight, and all the rest
of it."
Mr. Barlow. -" This
made it just and kind in
you to give what was your
own, but not that which
was mine. What should
you say if Hal were to

give some one all your
clothes, and not tell you of
it ?"
Tom.-" I should not like
it at all."
Mr. Barlow.-"Do you
think it would be just and
right ?"
Tom.-"No, I don't think
it would."
Mr. Barlow.-" I do not
grudge the boy my loaf of
bread: far from it, for there
is no one to whom I would
so soon give a loaf of bread
as to that poor boy, who
had it in his heart to do
for you what he would
wish you to have done for
him, were he to lie and
kick in the mud of a ditch;
and this, too, when you
had been so proud to him.
Still, Tom, there is but one
name to give to this act of
yours, and that is the word


'thfeft.' It may be you
have heard that it is
said, 'He who would steal
an ounce would steal a
Tom.- "I can't say I
have, nor should I think
it was true."
Mr. Barlow then told
Tom of a boy who stole a
horn book from school, and
brought it home to his
aunt; yet she did not take
him to task for what he
had done, but gave him
some plums for his pains.
In course of time the child
grew up to be a man, and
need I say a thief? He
stole more and more, and
at last was caught in a
great theft, for which he
was hung. A crowd came
to look on at the sad scene,
and with them the aunt of
the thief, who, with sobs

and tears, tore her hair and
beat her breast. The thief
saw her, and said to those
who were in charge of him,
"Give me leave to say a
word to my aunt." When
she came up, he put his
face to hers as if he would
speak-and bit off her ear!
At this the aunt gave a
loud cry, and all who stood
near were struck with-awe
at so base a deed. Good
sirs," said the young man,
"it is she who is the cause
of my guilt; for if when
I stole a horn book from
school she had had the
sense to point out to me
that I had done wrong, I
should not have come to
this end."
"So you see," said Mr.
Barlow, if we do not
crush sin in the bud, it will
grow strong and crush us."


Just then a boy in rags
came up to Tom with some
clothes in his hand. His
eyes were black, as if he
had had a fight.
"Here, sir, take back
your clothes," said he; "and
I wish they had been left
in the ditch I took you out
of, and not been put on my
back. You will catch me
no more with such fine
things on, as long as I live."
What does all this
mean ?" said Mr. Barlow
to the poor boy.
Sir," said he, Mr.
Merton did all he could
to beat me when I would
not fetch his ball, but he
fell in the ditch, and then,
as I took him out, he gave
me these clothes here, all
out of good will* I know.
But the worst of it is, I

them, and this made all
the boys hoot at me as I
went down the road. Jack
Sparkes was the first to
give me a blow. 'Oh,'
says I, 'are you at that
sort of work?' So I gave
him a punch in the ribs
which made him roar.
Then came up Bill Miles
and Jim Stubbs, and they
said I was French;' but I
don't choose them to call
me 'French,' and I don't
want the clothes, so I have
brought them back."
Then Tom, who had not
said a word all this time,
spoke to the boy thus:-
"I am sure you are
much hurt, for there is
blood on your dress, and
as for the clothes I gave
you, I grieve much to hear
that they should have done

was such a fool as to wear you all this harm.


As soon as the poor boy
had gone, Hal. and Tom
made a plan to buy some
clothes for him that would
suit his rank of life. So
the next day, at dawn, off
they set.
They had not gone far
when they heard the noise
of a pack of hounds which
ran full cry some way. off.
What does it all mean?"
said Tom.
Hal.-" I know too well
what it means. It is the
squire and his dogs in
chase of a poor hare. As
I live, there she skulks,
poor wretch! I hope they
will not find her. If they
ask me, I will not tell them
which way she has gone."
Soon the dogs came up,
and a man on a fine horse
Have you seen the hare?"

Hal did not speak, so
the squire said once more,
in a loud tone:
"Which way has she
gone ?"
"Sir, I shall not tell
you," said Hal.
Not tell me!" said the
grand man, who then came
up to Hal to lash him with
his whip. Now, you
young thief you, will you
tell me now ?"
To which Hal said:
If I would not tell you
then, I won't now, though
you should kill me."
But the squire went on
like a brute with his lash,
till a loud cry of "help,
help!" from Tom brought
a friend of the squire's to
the spot at full speed, who
For God's sake, Chase,
leave off! What are you


at? You will kill the child
if you do not take care."
It will serve the young
dog right if I do," said he,
" for he has seen the hare,
and will not tell me which
way she ran."
"Take care," said his
friend, in a low voice; "I
know'the child who is with
him is the son of a rich
man, who lives not far
Then he said to Hal:
"Why, my dear, would
you not tell the squire
which way the hare had
gone, if you saw her?"
Hal, who had scarce got
breath to speak, said:
"I don't choose to let
the man kill the hare if I
can help it."
The. squire's friend said:
"This boy is quite a
sage, and it is a good thing

for you that he is but a
child; though the growth
of his mind, and the strength
of his will might shame a
man. But tell me, Chase,
are you at all times so
fierce as this with the
poor ?"
Just then the hounds
found the scent, and burst
out in full cry; so the
squire got on his horse,
and rode off with the rest.
When they were gone,
Tom came up to ask Hal
how he did, and flung his
arms round his neck.
I feel sore," said Hal,
"but that will go off soon."
Tom.-" I wish I had had
a gun or a sword."
Hal.--" Why, what would
you have done with it?"
Tom.-" I would have
shot the wretch, of course,
or cut off his head. He


is a brute, that he is, to
beat you so."
Hal.-"If I had been a
man, he should not have
done it. I don't think he
meant to kill me. But it is
all past now; and we ought
to try to love those that
hate us: hate the deed we
may, but not the man-as
Mr. Barlow says our Lord
Christ did. And then,
may be, the squire may

come to love me, and grieve
at what he has done."
Tom.-" But how could
you bear the whip all that
time, and not cry out ?"
Hal.-" Why, to cry out
would do no good in such
a case as that, would it?
And I think you would
say this is not much, if you
knew what some boys have
to bear, and yet do not
flinch at it."


THE next day, when the was at work on a farm, to
boys went to their books, ask if he would show him
their thoughts were so full some safe place to hide in.
of the hunt, that Hal chose The man bade him hide in
this tale to read out:- his own hut, which was
"A stag, that had left close by. So the stag lay
the hounds some way off, there quite still, and in a
came up to a man -who short time up came the


squire and his train with
the hounds. The squire,
who caught sight of the
boor, drew back from the
Jest, and said: Have you
seen the stag pass this
"'No,' said the boor, in
a loud tone,' I have not.'
"At the same time-as
he had a wish to keep on
good terms with the squire
-he held out his hand
with a sly.look, to point to
the hut where the stag lay;
but, as luck would have it,
the squire took no heed of
this sign, nor did he so
much as see it. So on he
went to join the rest; but
though they rode through
the field where the hut
was, they did not see the
"As soon as they were
quite out of sight, the stag

stole from the hut, but said
not a word to the boor,
who now gave a loud call
to him.
"'Wretch!' said he, 'you
owe your life to me; yet
when you leave my hut,
where I sent you to screen
you from your foes, you say
not one word of thanks!'
"'Nay,' said the stag,
'you may make sure I
should fill your ears as full
of praise as my heart is
of joy, if your deeds had
been true to your words;
in short, if I had not,
through the door of the
hut, seen your hand play
false to your tongue.' "
The boys then went to
the shop, and Tom laid
out a pound in clothes for
the poor boy, and said to
Hal: You must take
them there, you know."


"That I will," said Hal;

" but why will



take them ?"
Tom.-" Well it is not
for the child of a rich
squire to take such a load
as that."
Hal.-" Why, what harm
does it do, if he has
strength for it?"
Tom.-"I don't know;
but I think it is that he
may not look like the poor
boys in the road."
Hal.-" Then he should
not have hands, feet, eyes,
ears, or mouth; for poor
boys have the same."
Tom. No -no, he
must have all these, for
they are of use to him."
Hal.-" And is it not of
use to do things for one's

Tom. "Yes;
sons of the rich



these things done for
Hal.-" Then I should
think it must be a bad
thing to be one of them."
Tom.-" Why so?"
Hal.-" Well, if all were
rich, things would not be
done: and then we should
all starve,"
Tom.-" Starve."
Hal.-" Yes: why, you
could not live, could you,
if you could not get bread?"
Tom.-" No, I -know
Hal.-" Bread, you know,
is made from a plant that
grows in the earth, and we
call it wheat."
Tom.-" Why, then, I
would pick it and eat it."
Hal.-" Then you would
have to work, you see.
But that would do no good,
for wheat is a hard grain,


and you would not like to
eat it."
Tom.-" No; but how
comes bread, then ?"
, al.-" Corn is sent to
a mill."
Tom.-" I should like
to see a mill, that I may
know how they make
Hal.-" There is one
close by, and if you ask
M. Barlow he will go with
you, for he knows the man
who works it."
Tom.--" Well, I will, for
I should much like to see
them make bread."
Just then the two boys
heard a cry, and they saw
a horse come down the
lane at full speed, and drag
a man with him.
Hal, who at all times
was glad to do a kind act,
ran up to a gap in the

hedge, which he saw the
horse meant to go through,
and just as the horse made
a stop that he might take
a good leap, Hal caught
hold of his head.
Two or three men soon
came up, and set Squire
Chase on his legs-for the
squire it was. He gave a
wild stare round him, and
took breath; the first use
he made of it was to swear
at the horse, and to ask
who it was that laid hold
of his head.
Who ?" said his friend;
"why, the self same boy
that you gave all those
blows to; and had it not
been for him, that skull
of yours would have had
more flaws in it than it has
The squire gave a glance
at Hal, with a face full of


shame. At length he put
his hand in his purse, and
gave him a pound. But
Hal drew up with a look
of pride (which was rare
with him), and would not
take it.
So the boys went their
way, and in a short time
they found the poor lad,
whose cot they were in
search of. Tom told him
that they had brought him
a suit of clothes, in which
there could be no fear that
the boys would call him
" French." He then gave
all the young boys a suit
each, and the thanks from
the poor folk for his kind
gifts made Tom so full of
joy that he said, as he went
home, that he would take
care to spend all that Mr.
and Mrs. Merton gave
him in the same way.

In the space of a few
days, Mr. Barlow took the
two boys to the mill, and
they saw all parts of it.
Tom was struck with the
great sails, which went
round and round with the
wind, and were made tc
move two large flat stone:
to bruise the corn.
"Well, to be sure! So
this is the way they make
"Yes," said Mr. Barlow.
"but there is more to b.
done than this."
As they went home, Ha
said to Tom:-
"So you see, now, that
if no men chose to work,
we should have no bread
to eat."
Tom. "Why not i
Does not corn grow in
the ground?"
Hal.-"Corn grows ini


the ground, but then first
you must plough the ground
to break it up."
Tom.-" How do they
Hal.-" Have you not
seen a plough drawn up
and down the fields in a
straight line? One man
drives, and one holds the
plough, and the horse
Tom. -" Yes, I have.
Is that the way they break
up the ground for the
corn ?"
Hal.-" It is; and there's
a sharp kind of wedge
which turns the ground up
all the way as it goes."
Tom.-" Well, and what
then ?"
Hal.-" Why, they sow
the seed in the ground, and
rake it, and then the seed
grows, and shoots up high,

and at last the corn gets
ripe, and then they reap
Tom.-" How strange,
to be sure! I should like
to sow some seed, and see
it grow. Do you think I
could ?"
Hal.-"Yes, of course
you could; and if you will
dig the ground, I will go
to our farm and get you
some corn to sow."
The next day Tom was
up with the lark, and went
to work and dug the ground
for some hours. He must
needs tell Mr. Barlow what
he had done, and said:
"Am I not a good boy
to work so hard to raise
corn ?
Mr. Barlow.-" That I
do not know till I hear
what use you will make of


Tom.-" Why, sir, I shall
send it to the mill and
have it ground, and then I
will get your cook to show
me how to make bread of
it; and then I will eat it,
and tell my nurse that I
ate bread out of corn that
I have sown in my own
piece of ground."
Mr. Barlow.-"That will
be well done, but where
will be the great good for
you to sow corn for your
own self? That is no more
than all the folk round do;
and were they not to do it
they would starve."
Tom.-" But then they
are not all rich men's sons
like me."
Mr. Barlow.- What
then? Must not the sons
of the rich eat as well as
the poor? And it is for
their own good that they

should know how to get
Tom.-" Yes, sir; but
they can have the poor to
raise it for them, so that
they need not work at all."
Mr. Barlow.-" How is
that ?"
Tom.-" Why, sir, they
pay the poor to work for
them, or buy bread of them
when it is made, as much
as they want."
Mr. Barlow.-"Oh, Mr.
Tom; but what if the rich
man should lose all his
wealth, or go to strange
lands where hands are
scarce ?"
Tom.-" Well, true, sir,
he ought to know how to
make it in case these things
should come to pass."
Mr. Barlow then told

Tom of an old
had a field, and

man who
by his skil


and care made it serve him was not a clod that they
for food. At length he fell did not turn. At last they
ill, and he sent for his three gave it up.
sons, that he might take "It is strange that the old
leave of them, and give man should have set us on
them his last charge. My this long search for a thing
sons," said he, there is one that is not here," said Jack.
thing which with my last Come," said Dick,
breath I beg of you to do, since we have gone
and that is to seek out a through so much toil on
rich gift which I have left the field, we may as well
you, and which you will sow it with corn, and so
find in my field "-but here make the most of our
the poor old man's voice pains."
grew faint, and his head At this bright thought
sank down on his breast in they set to work to sow
death. The sons were in the grain; and in due time
too much grief for their a crop sprang up, five times
loss to put in force that as large as those crops
which the old man had which had grown there in
bade them do, till want the old man's life time.
drove them to seek in the The youths now said
field for what they thought that this must have been
must be a hoard of gold. the wealth the old man
So they made a search in meant, and that his wish
it from end to end, till there was that they should earn


their bread by the sweat
of their brow.
Hal now came in from
the farm, where he had
been for a short time, and
brought with him the chick
which he took from the
claws of a kite, and which
had now got quite well,
and was so fond of Hal
that it ran by his side like
a dog, would perch on his
arm, sit in the breast of
his coat, and eat crumbs
out of his hand.
"How did you make it
so tame?" said Tom.
Hal told him that he
took no pains to do so, but
that as the poor bird had
been so much hurt, he had
fed it at the farm house
from his own hand, and it
was that that made it so
"Well, how odd, to be

sure!" said Tom: 1
thought all birds flew off
when a man came near
them. The fowls that are
kept at our place will not
let me touch them."
Mr. Barlow.-" Why is
that, Tom?"
Tom.-" Well, they are
Mr. Barlow.-" And what
do you mean by the word
wild ?"
Tom.-" When they will
not let you come near
Mr. Barlow.-" Then it
comes to this, does it? A
bird is wild when he will
not let you come near him,
and he will not let you
come near him when he is
wild. But I want you to
tell me why he is wild."
Tom.-" That I can't say.


Mr. Barlow.-" Birds and
beasts would not be wild if
they did not fear us, and
if we are kind to them
they get tame. I think if
a large beast of prey were
to come up to you, you
would not run from him."
Tom.-" Should I not,
in truth? Ah, as fast as
my feet would take me."
Mr. Barlow.-" And yet
you do not think that you
rank with the wild men?"
Tom gave a loud laugh
at this; and Hal then told
him that he knew a boy
who had a tame snake, and
when he ate his bread and
milk in the shade of a tree,
he would call the snake up
to him to drink out of his
Tom.-" And did it not
bite him?"
Hal--"No. He gave

him a pat now and then
with his spoon if he ate too
fast; but the boy had no
fear that he would bite
From that hour did Tom
make up his mind that he
would tame some pet. So
off he set at once, with a
large slice of bread in his
hand, in search of a young
bird or beast to pet or
bring up tame; and the
first thing he met was a
young pig, that lay in the
sun to bask. So Tom put
on a soft smile, to look
kind, and said, Pig, pig,
my dear pig, here is some
bread for you; come to
me, come!" But as the
young pig could not quite
judge of what Tom's views
were, it gave a squeak and
ran off to the old sow.
"You young wretch,"


said Tom, "to run off
when I want to feed and
pet you; if you do not
know your best friend, I
must teach you." So he
sprang at the pig and
caught it by the leg with
his right hand, and held
out the large slice of bread
with the left. But still the
young pig knew not what
to make of it, and the
squeaks it gave were so
shrill and loud that they
soon brought the old sow
to the spot, with all the
rest of the young pigs at
her heels.
Tom held the sow in
too much fear to keep her
young one in his arms.
while she was near, so he
let it go, and it ran just in
front of Tom, which threw
him down. Then the sow
came up, and trod on him

in her rage. So there poor
Tom lay in the mud and
dirt. It was Tom's turn
now to be in a rage, so he
took the old sow by the leg
and beat her with all his
might. At this, she and all
the young pigs sent forth
grunts and squeaks that
rent the air. The old sow
led Tom through the midst
of a large flock of geese
that by chance fed near
the spot where all this took
place. You who read this,
may guess how a flock of
geese would add to the
noise; but worse than all,
the old goose, to save her
brood, gave Tom a sharp
peck with her bill, which
put him to so much pain
that his shrieks now fell in
with the shrill sounds all
round him, and this brought
Mr. Barlow to the spot.


Hey day !" said he,
what is all this?"
Tom, as soon as he could
speak, told Mr. Barlow
that it was all his fault,
and that he might trace it
to what he had told him.
"To what I have told
you?" quoth Mr. Barlow.
Tom.- You said, sir,
that to tame a bird or beast
I ought to give him food,
and be kind to him, and
now all this comes of it."
Mr. Barlow. "I see
you have been in the mud,
but I hope you are not
hurt, and if it is from what
I may have said, I shall
grieve all the more."
Tom.-" No, I am not
much hurt."
Mr. Barlow. -" Well,
then, now we will come
home, that you may wash
off the mud, and we will

talk of what you did with
the pigs and the geese by
and by."
When Tom came down
from his room, Mr. Barlow
said: My dear boy, what
could be the cause of the
sad plight I found you in ?
I am sure I hope that 1
was not the cause of it;
but I don't think that I
told you to catch pigs by
the hind legs."
Tom.- No, sir; but
you said that to feed wild
things was the way to
make them love me, and
that then I could tame
them, and so I went to
feed the pig with a slice
of bread."
Mr. Barlow.-" But it
was not my fault that you
did it the wrong way.
The pig did not know
what you meant, and so


when you went to seize
hold of him, he did all he
could to get free, and the
old sow who heard the
cries of her young one
came to. help him."
Mr. Barlow then told
Tom that, in days long gone
by, a Greek slave wrote
a tale to prove that it is
not wise to play with edge
tools, as Tom had just
done. But this slave did
not take a boy, a sow,
and her young one" to set
forth this truth, but he took
" a wolf and a crane," and
this was the tale: "A wolf
had a bone that stuck in
his throat, and gave him
so much pain that he ran
with a howl up and down,
to ask all whom he met to
lend him a kind hand, and
said he would give a large
sum to bird or beast who

would take it out. At last
a crane, who had heard of
the bribe, came up, put
her long bill down the
wolf's throat, and drew out
the bone. The crane then
said, 'Now, where is the
fee which you spoke of?'
'Wretch, that you are!' said
the wolf, to ask for more
than this-when vou have
put your head in a wolf's
mouth, and brought it safe
out!' "
As Tom had cause to
know what the sound of a
squeak of a pig was, to
cheer him up Mr. Barlow
then told him of a man
who said he could show a
trick; so he stood on a
stage, when all at once he
thrust down his head, and
gave out a sound like the
squeak of a pig. This he
did so well that all thought


he had brought a young
pig in his cloak; but though
a search was made, they
did not find one.
SA rough man from a
farm, who had come to
look on, said, Faith, I
can do this as well as he."
So the next night they
were both to try their skill.
A great crowd came to see
them, and the men went
the stage. One of them
gave his squeak like a pig,
which brought a shout of
praise, as it had done the
first night. The boor's
turn then came, and he
did hide a young pig in his
cloak, but though he made
it squeak by a hard pinch
on the ear, all gave the
palm to the first man, and
they sent the boor off the
stage with a loud hiss.
Hal and Tom now told

Mr. Barlow that they meant
to build a house.
Mr. Barlow.-" To build
a house? And have you
got a stock of bricks and
lime ?"
Tom. -" No, no, Hal
and I can build a house
that will not want bricks
or lime."
Mr. Barlow. What,
is it to be made of cards
then ?"
Tom. Dear sir! do
you think me such a child
as to wish for a card house?
No, we mean to build one
fit to live in. You said we
ought to know how to do
all things, lest we should
get poor, or be cast on some
wild part of the earth where
there are no men to work
for us; in that case you see,
sir, we could build our own


AMr. Barlow. What
is it to be built with, then,
Tom ?"
Tom. The first things
we shall want -are wood
and an axe."
Mr. Barlow.-- Wood I
can give you, and loads of
it, but do you know how
to use an axe?"
Tom.-" No, sir."
Mr. Barlow. Then I
fear to let you have one, as
you might get much hurt
by it. But if you tell me
what wood you want I will
cut down the trees for you."
Tom. Thank you,
thank you."
Mr. Barlow then went to
work, and cut down poles
as thick as a man's wrist,
eight feet long, which the
boys made sharp at the
end to force them in the
ground; and so mad was

Tom to build a house, that
he had quite lost sight of
the fact that he was "the
son of a rich squire," and
went on with the work with
all his might.
Mr. Barlow. -" Where
shall you place your house?"
Tom.-" This will be the
spot for it, just at the foot
of this hill, for here we
shall be warm and snug."
Hal took the stakes, and
drove them in the earth,
and made the house ten
feet long and eight feet
wide. When this was
done, he and Tom took
the small sticks of wood
which they had cut from
the stakes, and wove them
in with the poles, so as to
form a sort of fence; and
this took them some days
to do.
To give them heart while


they went on with this slow
work, and to show them
that if we want to make
sure that a thing is done,
we must work at it with
our own hands. Mr. Bar-
low told them the tale of a
lark that had a nest of
young birds in a field of
corn, and one day two men
came to look at the state
of the crop. "Well," says
one of them to his son, I
think this wheat is ripe, so
now go and ask our friends
to help us to reap it."
When the old lark came
back to her nest, the young
brood told her in a great
fright what they had heard.
" So they look to their
friends for help," said she.
" Well, I think we have no
cause for fear."
The next day the man

came; and as he saw no
friends in the corn field, he
bade his son fetch his kith
and kin to help him.
This the young birds
heard, and told it to the
old one when she came
home to her nest.
Fear not," quoth she;
" I do not see that men go
much out of their way to
help those that are of the
same kith and kin."
In the course of a day
or two, as the man found
that no one came, he said
to his son, Hark ye, John!
we will trust to none; but
you and I will reap the
corn at dawn of day."
Now," said the old lark,
" we must be gone; for
when a man takes his work
in his own hands, it is sure
to be done."



WHEN Hal and Tom
went back to their work
they found, to their great
grief, that while they were
in doors, a storm of wind
and rain had blown down
their new house.
So this is the end of
all our toil!" said Tom
with his eyes full of tears.
When Hal went to look at
the stakes that the wind
had blown down, he found
that the cause of it all was
that they did not go so
deep in the ground as they
should have done; so that
when the wind blew on the
flat side of the wall, they
had not strength to bear it;
but Mr. Barlow struck the
tops of the stakes (which
the boys could not reach),

and drove them in so firm
that, let the wind blow as
hard as it might, they
would be quite safe.
The next thing to be
done was to put a roof on
-for till now, their house
had none; so they put long
poles to rest on the tops of
the four walls, and on these
they laid straw; and they
thought now that the house
would be snug and dry.
By and by the rain came
down hard on it, and the
boys were proud to think
how dry and warm it kept
them: but at last, the straw
that was on the top got
wet through; for as their
roof was flat, there was no
way for the rain to run off.
At last they could stand it



Hal and Tom resi by the Fire in the poor Dame's Cot.

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no more, and went in doors
to talk of what they should
"The top should have
more straw," said Tom.
No," said Hal, "that's
not it; it must be that our
roof is too flat; for you
know all roofs slant, that
the rain may run off from
The next day they set to
work at a new roof, with
straw for a thatch; and that
the wind should not blow
it off, they stuck bits of
stick from peg to peg, to
keep it in its place.
When this was done,
they found that the walls,
which were made of twigs,
did not keep the wind out;
so to cure this, they put
wet clay on each side of

"you have been as much
put to it to know what to
do, as the bees were when
they made a wax tomb for
their guest."
Tom.- "What bees were
those, sir."
Mr. Barlow.-" I did not
see the hive, but this took
place in real life. The
guest I speak of was a
snail, that made his way
through the hole of a hive
which was full of bees,
where in a great rage they
flew round him and stung
him to death. But soon
they found that the snail,
when dead, was all the
more a foe than when he
had life, for the air in the
hive was not fit to breathe.
What was to be done?
He was of too great a bulk
for the bees to turn him

" Well," said Mr. Barlow, out, so they had to leave


the hive, and they found to
their cost that they ought
to have let the poor snail
just crawl out as he had
come in.
The bees made a long
search for a new home, but
in vain; so they went back
to their old hive, to see
what could be done with
the dead snail; and in the
end, they all set to work to
build a case of wax round
him, so as to close him in a
sort of tomb, and thus they
made the air of the hive
as sweet as the stores that
were in the combs."
Tom's wheat, which he
had been to watch day by
day, had now sprung up;
and when he saw the green
blade, he said, Now, I
think we could live if we
were cast on some lone
isle where there were no

men to be found to work
for us. Here's a house to
screen us from the sun and
rain, and we shall soon
have corn for food."
Tom thought that it
would add much to the
charms of their house if it
had some plum and pear
trees near it, to screen it
from the hot sun, and yield
fruit; so Mr. Barlow sent
Tom to make choice of
two fine strong ones. The
boys took their spades to
dig large holes to put them
in, and broke the earth up
that it might lie light on
the roots, and then put
them in. Tom held the
tree while Hal threw the
earth on the roots, and
trod it down with his feet.
Then they stuck large
stakes in the ground, to
tie the trees to, for fear a


high wind should blow
them down.
At the side of the hill
there was a brook, that
burst forth not far from the
spot where the new house
stood. It ran down in a
small stream, and the boys
set hard to work for some
days to form a sort of ditch
to bring the stream down
to the roots of the trees,
for the air was hot and
the ground dry, and they
thought their trees might
die for want of rain.
On the bank of just
such a brook as this, and
on the side of just such a
hill, did the poor lamb meet
the wolf," said Hal.
What lamb, and what
wolf?" said Tom. Do
tell me,!"
"Well," said Hal, *' last
night I read of a wolf who

went to quench his thirst
at a clear brook that ran
down a hill, and by chance
a young lamb stood there
who would stray from the
flock. The wolf had a
wish to eat her, but felt
some qualms; so for a plea,
he made out that the lamb
was his foe. 'Stand off
from the bank, sir,' said he,
'for you tread it down,
which makes the stream
thick, and all I can get to
drink is foul.'
"The lamb said, in a
mild tone, that she did not
see how that could be, for
the brook ran down hill to
her from the spot where he
"' But,' said the wolf,
'how dare you drink at
all till I have had my
"Then the poor lamb


told him that as yet her
dam's milk was both food
and drink to her.
"'Be that as it may,'
said the wolf, 'you are a
bad lamb, for last year I
heard that you spoke ill of
me and all my race.'
"' Last year, dread sir,'
said the lamb; 'why I have
not yet been shorn, and at
the time you name I was
not born.'
"The wolf, who found
that it was of no use to tell
lies, fell in a great rage,
and as he came up to the
lamb he said: 'All you
sheep have the same dull
kind of face, and how is
one to know which is
which ? If it was not you,
it was your dam, and that
is all the same, so I shall
not let you go hence.' He
then flew at the poor meek

lamb and made a meal of
As the day was fine, Tom
and Hal took a stroll in a
wood, and went so far that
they were glad to sit down
to rest. By and by a poor
dame came up to them.
My dears," said she,
"you seem to have lost
your way, come and rest
in my cot; and as my girl
has gone to milk the cows,
may be you will sit there
a while by the side of my
fire, and wait till she brings
you some warm milk from
the cow."
No," said Tom, we
have not lost our way, but
we shall be glad to rest in
your house and drink some
milk." So they went in
and sat by a fire made of
turf. Tom, who had not
till now seen such a fire,


said, What is it made
The old dame told him
that it was a peat fire, and
made of the roots of heath
and turf which they dig
from the waste land, and
then put it in the sun to
How can you roast
your joints of meat at such
a fire as this?" said Tom.
We do not eat meat in
our house," quoth the good
dame; but we are glad if
we can get a bit of fat pork
to boil in a pot of greens;
and we bless God that we
fare so well, for there are
lots of poor souls as good
as we, who can scarce get
a bit of dry bread."
The girl now came in
with a bowl of warm milk
from the cow, and a slice
of brown bread for each.

At last the boys said
they must go home, so
Tom gave the dame a
crown for all that she had
done for them.
"No, bless you, my dear,"
said she, I would not take
it from you for all the
world; for though my good
man and I are poor, we can
give a mess of milk to
two young things like you,
when they want it.'"
So both the boys gave
her their thanks, and left.
But just as they went out
of the door, two men came
in, and said to her, Is
your name Stiles?"
"Yes, it is," said the
Then here's a writ from
Mr. John Gruff," said one
of them, which I have to
serve Mr. Stiles with; and
if he does not pay the


debt, which is twelve
pounds, and all costs, we
shall take your goods and
your stock and sell them to
pay it.
Nay," quoth the dame,
"this could not have been
meant for Stiles, for he has
no debts, save for the rent
of our house and farm, and
I know. he has made it up
for half a year."
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Stiles,
we are right, and when he
comes in we will talk with
him; and in the mean time
we can make out our list
of goods in the next room
while we wait, in case Mr.
Stiles should not have cash
to pay the debt with."
Stiles soon came home.
"Well, my dear," said he,
"what have you got for me
to eat and drink ?"
,"Oh, my. poor Ned!"

said she, here is sad news
for you; but I think it can
scarce be true that_ you
owe a large sum to Mr.
John Gruff."
At the sound of this
name, the man gave a start,
and his face, which till now
had been red, grew all at
once as pale as death.
Sure, Ned, it can't be
true ?"
"Nay," said Stiles, "I
do not know to a pound
or two how much it was;
but when Frank Home lost
all he had, I was bound
for him to keep him from
jail, and when he went to
sea, he told me he would
send me all he could spare
from time to time, but you
know it is now three years
since he went, and we have
not once heard of him."
Then the poor wife burst


out in loud grief, and told
him where the two men
were, and what they had
come to the house for.
At this, Ned's face grew
red with rage, and the first
thing he did was to seize
an old sword which hung
on the wall, and then said:
" It shall not be, I will die
first!" He then drew the
sword, and would have run
to the room where the men
stood, but his wife fell down
on her knees to him, and
caught hold of his arm to
beg of him not to stir a
step. "It would be a sin
in you to use that sword,"
said she; what if you
were to kill the men ? Put
up the sword, Stiles, for
my sake, if not for theirs."
This made him pause,
and his young ones hung
round him with sobs and

cries; and Hal, too, took
hold of his hand, which
he made wet with tears,
till at last Stiles sat down,
hid his face in his hands,
and said, "God's will be
Tom, though he had not
said a word all this time,
now gave his young friend
a look, which was as much
as to say, Come with me;
and then went out of the
house, and took the road
which led to Mr. Barlow's.
As he went, his thoughts
were so full of the scene
he had just left, that he
did not speak; but when
he got home, he went at
once to Mr. Barlow and
said: I must beg of you
to send me to my own
home at once."
Mr. Barlow said: "Why,
my young friend, how is


this? Do you wish to
leave me ?"
No, sir," said Tom, I
have not the least wish to
leave you; far from it, for
you have been so kind to
me, that I shall feel it as
long as I live: but I want
to go home, and at once,
for I have a thing to tell
them at home which I am
sure you will like to hear
Mr. Barlow did not press
Tom to say what it was,
but sent him home on his
horse, with a man to take
care of him.
It gave great joy to Mr.
and Mrs. Merton to see
their son, but Tom's mind
was so full of the scene
which took place at the
farm, that he did not lose
much time, but said at once
to Mr. Merton: "You

told me some time since
that you were rich, and
that if I were good I should
be rich too. Now will you
please to -give me a large
sum to take back with
Mr. Merton.-" Yes, to
be sure. How much. do
you want-a pound?"
Tom.-" No, a great deal
more than that."
Mr. Merton.-" Let us
see first how much ?"
Tom then told him of
the sum that he meant to
help Stiles with, but did
not say what use he should
put it to.
"Bless the boy!" said
Mrs. Merton, I am sure
Mr. Barlow has taught him
to spend."
Tom.-" No; Mr. Bar-
low does not know of it."
Mr. Merton.-" But what


can a child at your age
want with such a sum ?"
Tom.-" Well, I do not
wish to name the use I
mean to put it to, but I am
quite sure that it will give
you great joy when you
do come to hear of it."
Mr. Merton.-" That I
doubt much."
Tom.- But if you will
please to let me have it, I
will pay you from time to
Mr. Merton.-" How can
you pay me such a sum as
that ?"
Tom.-" Why, you know
you give me new clothes,
and fill my purse now and

can you want with all this?"
Tom.-" Pray wait a few
days and you shall know,
and if I make a bad use
of it, don't trust me as long
as I live, that's all."
Mr. Merton was much
struck with his son's tone,
and as he was both rich
and good, he said, Yes, I
will give it to you." So
he put the whole sum in
Tom's hand, and told him
that he must let him know
what use he had put it to,
and that if he did not like
the way in which it was
spent, he would trust him
no more.
Young Tom was half

then, and if you will but mad with joy at the thought
let me have the sum I ask that Mr. Merton had put
for, I will want no more his trust in him; and said,
clothes or cash till I have I hope you will let me go
made it up." back now with Mr. Bar-
Mr. Merton.-" But what low's man.


When he got back, Tom's
first care was to hunt up
his friend Hal, and ask
him to come with him to
poor Stiles' house. So the
two boys set off with all
speed. As they came near
to the house they heard
loud sobs, which came from
the dark end of the room,
where sat the poor dame.
Tom took her by the
hand, and said: "You were
kind to me just now, and
gave me bread and milk
when I was half dead with
heat and thirst, so I have
made up my mind to be
kind to you."
.' God bless you, my
child !" she said; "but you
could not help me if you
Tom.-" How do you
know that?"
Mrs. Stiles.-"I know

you would do all you could,
but our goods are to be
sold if we do not pay the
debt; and that-oh! that
we could not do; so my
dear Ned and all our young
ones must be sent out of
doors, and none but God
can help us!"
Tom's heart was too full
.to wait, so he took out his
bag of gold and threw it
on her lap. "Here, take
this, will you ?" said he,
"and pay your debt with
The poor soul gave a
wild stare at Tom, wrung
her hands, and fell back in
her chair. When Stiles,
who had been all the while
in the next room, saw her,
he ran up to her, caught
her in his arms, and said,
"Why, Ann, what ails
you?" But she sprang from


him, and fell down on her tell me if I am
knees to Tom to give a not!"
kiss on his foot. Stiles As she said

thought that his wife had
gone mad, and the babes
ran up to her to pull her
by the gown, and hide
their face in it. At the
sight of them she said:
"You young rogues! why
don't you join with me,
and give thanks to this
dear child who has kept
you from death ?" At this
Stiles said: Why, Ann,
you must be mad! What
can this young boy do for
us that will keep our babes
from death ?"
Oh, Ned!" said she,
"I am not mad, though I
may seem to be. But look
here, Ned! Look here!
see what the good God
has sent us by the hands
of this dear child, and t/en

mad or

this she

brought to view the bag
of gold, and, at the sight,
Stiles' look was quite as
wild as hers had been, but
Tom went up to him, shook
him by the hand, and said,
" I give it to you, so I hope
you will be set free from
your debt."
Sobs of joy from the
poor man now came loud
and fast, but this was too
much for Tom, he could
not stand it, so he and Hal
ran out of the house as fast
as they could go, and were
soon out of sight.
When they got home
they found it was the hour
for school, and Mr. Barlow
gave this tale to Tom to
read out:-
A man in the East, who


sold doves, threw down
some grains of rice in a
wood, and flung a net on
the top of them in such a
way that it could not be
seen in the grass, and then
hid close by to watch.
Soon the king of the wild
doves-Smooth Neck by
name-flew up to the spot
with his train, and said:
"Whence can all these
grains of rice come in this
wild wood? Let it be
seen to, eat them not yet."
But the doves, drawn by
greed, set to work to pick
them up, and they were
all caught in the net.
"' Ha!' said Smooth
Neck, 'I thought this might
be the work of a foe. You
would not wait, as I told
you to do, and this has
come of it. Now, hear the
plan which I have in hand.

Small things may work out
great ends, for we know
that a large beast may be
bound with straws, when
made firm in a tick rope.
Now all put forth your
whole strength at once and
take up the net, then fly
off with it.'
"This they did, and the
man who had set the snare
was much struck to see his
net borne off by the birds.
"'This is well,' said one
of the doves; 'but what are
we to do now with these
toils on our feet?'
"Smooth Neck said:
'We are in an ill plight, but
Gold Fur, the king of the
mice may help us.'
"So he went in search
of Gold Fur's hole, which
had scores of small doors
that led to it, deep down
in the ground.


"The good mouse came
out to meet them, and when
he had heard their tale, he
said: 'As long as my teeth
do not break, I will gnaw
the nets for you.' So with
his sharp teeth he cut the
snare, and set them all free.
"Then with great joy,
the king of the doves bent
low his smooth neck to
him, and said: 'How much
do we owe to you? Think
of us as your slaves for life,
for a friend in need is the
best friend of all.' "
Mr. Barlow, Tom, and
Hal now went out for a
walk. They had not gone
far, when they saw three
men, who led three large
bears by a chain, and a
crowd of girls and boys
ran with them. On the
head of each of.these bears
sat an ape, which now and

then gave a grin. Tom,
who till now had not seen
a bear or an ape, thought it
fine fun when the bear rose
on his hind legs as he was
bid, as well as to dance to
the sound of bells. Mr.
Barlow and the boys then
went on their way, but
soon they saw a crowd of
men who ran with all their
might, and they found that
one of the bears had made
a bound, snapt his chain
in two, and run off with a
fierce growl to the spot
where Tom and Hal stood.
Mr. Barlow, who had a
stout stick in his hand, and
was a brave man, saw this,
and bade Tom and Hal
stay where they were; he
then ran up to the bear,
who stood still as if he
would bite him, but Mr.
Barlow struck him two or


three hard blows, spoke to
him in a hoarse voice, took
hold of the end of his
chain, and so made the
huge beast give in. By
and by, the man who kept
the bear came up, and Mr.
Barlow gave him the chain,
and with it a charge that
he ought to keep a sharp
look-out on so fierce a beast
as a bear.
All this time the boys
had stood some way off
quite still, to look on. But
as luck would have it, the
ape that had sat on the
head of the bear was
thrown off when that great
brute broke loose, and Tom,
who thought he would be
as brave as Mr. Barlow,
ran up and took hold of
the string to which the ape
was bound. But as the

ape had no wish to be
caught, he gave a snap at
Tom's arm, and made his
teeth meet in the flesh of it.
Tom would not let him go,
but beat him with a stick
which he had in his hand,
till the ape, who saw he
had a strong will to deal
with, at last gave in, and
let Tom lead him.
When they got back to
Mr. Barlow's they found
Mr. Merton's groom at the
gate, with a horse, to take
Tom home for a few days.
As soon as Tom got there,
Mr. and Mrs. Merton
threw their arms round his
neck with joy to see their
dear boy once more. But
though Tom told them of
all things else, he did not
say a word of the sum he
gave to -Ne.d Stiles.



THE next day they all
three went to church, but
they had not sat long in
their pew when they found
that all eyes were cast
on Tom. Mr. and Mrs.
Merton knew not what to
make of this, but would
not, of course, ask what it
all meant till they had left
the church. Then, as they
went through the gates,
Mr. Merton said to Tom:
"What did all the folk
stare at you for, my boy ?
And they had so much to
say, too, as they stood to
gaze at you. What did it
all mean ?"
Tom had no time to tell
him, for just then poor
Ann Stiles ran up to him,
fell down at his feet, and

said he had, "through the
grace of God, set them all
free. Yes, dear child, I,
my good man, and our
babes all owe our lives to
you. We have naught
but thanks to give you,
save a wish that when it is
time for your dear soul to
soar up to the next world,
this good deed may help
you in your flight."
All that Mr. and Mrs.
Merton could do was to
stand and gaze at what
went on; but when, at
length, they found that
Tom's gift was the cause
of it all, they felt as much
as the poor dame did, and
they threw their arms round
the young boy's neck and


Their hearts were now
too full for them to think
of the crowd that stood
round, till at last they went
to their coach to hide the
tears of joy which ran
down their cheeks. Few
can judge what they felt
when they were made to
know how Tom's heart had
spread since his stay at
Mr. Barlow's, for they saw
that his mind, his heart,
and his health had all
grown strong by it.
No one saw Tom fret at
Mr. Barlow's, as he had
done at home, for since he
had had Hal to love and
give way to, his thoughts
had been so much drawn
off from self that it made
a new life of it. Nor was
he the worse for the cold,
which was now so great
that the ponds were a mass

of ice, and the earth was
bare of food for bird and
When Tom came back
to Mr. Barlow's, the first
thing he did was to go and
look at his new house; but
to his great grief he found
that his choice plum tree,
from which he was in hopes
of so much fruit, had been
cut at the root by the teeth
of the hares, and was dead.
Tom ran to Mr. Barlow in
a great rage to tell him what
"those vile hares had done."
Mr. Barlow.-" I grieve
to hear that your tree is
dead, but it is now too late
to help it."
Tom.--" Yes, but you
may have the rogues all
shot, so that they should
not get to our pear tree,
which you know, sir, is not
far off."

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Mr. Barlow.- You
should have had a fence
put round your tree to
save it from the hares.
And as all things are so
much in want of food now
that this hard frost has set
in, of a truth, I know not
what is to be said if they
come too near for it, as the
poor things must eat."
Tom said he did not like
this cold time of the year
at all.
"Well," said Hal, "I
could tell you of a land,
which is far north, where
there are no trees, and
where the men know not
how to make bread, and
have no sheep, hogs, or
Tom.-" What then have
they to live on?"
Hal.-" They have large
stags, which are tame, and

live in herds; and when
the snow is on the ground
they scratch it and find a
sort of moss which grows
there; and when the frost
is too hard for this, the
men kill part of the herd
and live on the flesh, which
keeps good a long time in
so cold a clime. The skins
of the deer they spread on
the ground to sleep on, and
make warm coats of them.
They have but one kind
of house, and that is made
of poles, all of which meet
at the top, where they leave
a small hole to let the smoke
through. On these poles
they lay the skins of deer,
turf, or the bark of trees,
and the huts have a small
hole in the side through
which they creep to get in.
They do not keep long to
one spot, but from time to


time they take down their
house, pack it in their
sledge, and set it up in
some new place."
Tom.-" Do they draw
the sledge with their own
hands ?"
Hal.-" I know I shall
make you stare, Tom, when
I tell you that the deer
draw it for scores of miles
at a time, and they go at
full pace on the snow, which
is as hard as a board."
Tom.- "This makes me
think I should like to go
Hal.-" Well, don't pack
up your trunk till you have
heard the rest. There are
no fruit trees, think of that!
no fields, no roads, no inns
to sleep at, no shops; bears
and wolves prowl all round
them to prey on the herds
of deer, so that the men

have to hunt them: to do
this they fix a large piece
of flat board four or five
feet long to the soles of
their feet, and thus they
run on the snow. They kill
the bears with the shaft from
their bow, save when they
find them or the wolves in
their dens, and then they
use spears. When they
have put a bear to death,
they boil the flesh in a pot,
and their friends all come
to the feast. They melt
down the fat, and then sit
round the flame and tell
tales of the hunt."
Tom.-" Poor men! I
should think such a life
must soon kill them."
Mr. Barlow. "Have
you found then that those
who eat and drink most
have the best health ?"
Tom. No. I think


not; for there are two or
three men who come to
dine with us, who eat such
huge plates of meat that
you would say they must
burst, and these, men have
lost the use of their limbs;
their legs swell as big as
their waists, and they seem
as though they could scarce
put their feet to the ground.
When their coach drives
up to the door, two or three
of the grooms come to help
them out: and these fat
men talk of no one thing
but of what they eat and
Mr. Barlow.-"Do you
find this to be the case
with the poor?"
Tom.-" No."
Hal and Tom set off for
a stroll in a wood, and they
went so far that they lost
their way. The wind blew

hard, and the snow fell so
fast, that their track could
not now be seen, so they
stood in the stem of an old
oak, which just held them.
"What shall we do?"
said Tom, while the tears
fell fast from his eyes.
Do?" said Hal; we
must wait here till it clears
up, and then we must find
our way home."
Tom.-" But what if it
should not clear up?" said
Tom, with more tears.
Hal. Well, in that
case we must make our
way through the snow, or
stay here."
Tom.-" But oh, how 1
dread this lone wood! If
we had but a fire to warm

Hal.-" Well,
heard that if you
piece of flint on

I have
strike a
steel, a


spark will come. I have
a large knife here, and if
I could but find a piece
of flint, I could strike
fire with the back of it;
so let us try what we can
SThe boys made a search
for some flint, and found
some, though as the snow
lay so thick, it cost them
some pains. Hal then took
the flints and struck them
with all his might, till they
were quite thin bits, and
out of these he chose a
sharp piece, which he hit
with the back of his knife.
"This," said Hal, "will
serve to light a fire with."
He then got all the dry
leaves he could find, which,
when put in a heap with
small bits of wood, made
a blaze from the sparks
which he had struck. But

it was in vain, for the leaves
were too damp to burn up,
so the boys thought that as
they could get no warmth,
the best thing for them to
do was to make their way
home as well as they could.
At each step Hal sank up
to his knees in the snow.
At length he saw a heap
of dry wood that had been
left with fire in it. "See,
here's luck!" said he. "Look,
here is a fire that wants
but some wood to make it
blaze up."
This it soon did, and as
the two boys stood there
to warm their cold limbs,
Hal said: Ah, Tom
Merton, you know not
what want is! But I know
some poor boys who have
no fire to warm them, and
no clothes to put on, yet
they do not cry in a year


so much as you have done the side of the fire, and
this half hour." bade Tom and Hal sit
Just then who should down, and the dame went
come up but the poor boy to fetch a large log of wood
to whom Tom gave the to make a bright blaze,
clothes! Hal said to him, and said: "There, young
" Can you show us the sirs, we can make you
way out of the wood ?" warm, and I wish we could
"Yes, to be sure I can," ask you to sup with us, but
said Jack (for that was his I fear what we poor folk
name); "but .who would eat would be too coarse
have thought that I should for such as you."
see you here at this time of "Not so," said Tom, "for
night, in all this snow and I have had so long a fast,
wind! If you will come that I feel as if I could eat
to our cot, I will run to the chair I sit on." Then
tell Mr. Barlow you are the dame went to broil
safe, for he said that he some meat for Hal and
could not find you." So Tom; in the mean time
Jack led the boys to his the old man took up his
home. Dad," said he, book and laid it with care
" here's Mr. Merton, who on the shelf.
was so good to us all; he Tom saw this, and said,
has lost his way, and is "What book is that?" The
well nigh dead with cold." old man told him it was
So the man rose from the Book of God's Word.

"Ah, sir," said he, "you are faitk, we shall be sure to

but a child, and as yet too
young to think of such
things, but when. I am cast
down, and my heart is
faint, the balm of that book
is sweet; it works like a
good draught, and heals
and binds up the wounds
of the soul. When I am
low I go to it, and it is
sure to do me good. God
took care that in his Word
man should find balm, and
oil, and wine, to cheer him,
and drive off his grief, and
give him joy and peace of
mind in its room. There
are words fit to speak peace
to us when we stand in
need of it, words to cheer
us, words to guide us in
the right path, and words
to point out and bid us
shun the wrong path. Oh,
if we go to that book in

get all this good from it!"
By this time the kind
dame had spread a coarse
but clean cloth on a board
as white as snow, on which
she put the meat and the
brown bread.
In the mean time Jack
had come home from Mr.
Barlow's, where he had
found him in great grief
at the loss of the two dear
boys who were in his care.
He had sent right and left,
yet in no place could they
be found, and he came
back with Jack to the cot
just as Tom had had his
meal, which would have
made three such as Mr.
Barlow could eat.
Tom and Hal rose to
meet him, and thank him
for the long search he had
made for them, and to tell


him how much grief they
felt to have been the cause
of all his fears. Mr. Bar-
low said in a mild tone
that he thought it was not

wise to stray so far from
home. He took leave of
the good folk of the cot,
and then they all three set
off home.


As Mr. Barlow and the
two youths went on their
way home the stars shone
with a bright light. I do
not think there is a man
that could count .them!"
said Tom, "for you might
as well try to count the
flakes of snow that fell
while we were in the
At this speech Mr. Bar-
low gave a loud laugh, and
said: Hal will tell you
that it is not so. Can you
not tell Tom the names

of the groups of stars,
Hal ?"
Hal.-" Not all of them,
I fear, sir."
Mr. Barlow. -" Come,
Hal, as you were brought
up at a farm, I think you
can at least point out to us
Charles's Wain."
So Hal bade Tom look
at five bright stars, and
three more a short way off.
Mr. Barlow.-" The four
stars are like the wheels of
a cart, and the rest are like
the horse that draws the


cart. Now, Tom, look well
at them, and see if you can
find a group of stars that
are like them as to the way
they stand."
Tom.-" No, sir, I do
not think I can."
Mr. Barlow. -" Now
look on the two stars which
stand for the hind wheels
of the cart, and raise your.
eyes straight up. Do you
not see a bright star that
seems to be, but is not
quite, on a line with them ?"
* Tom.-" Yes, sir, I do."
Mr. Barlow.-"That is
the Pole Star; it does not
stir from its place, and if
you look full at it, you
may find the north."
Tom.-" Then if I turn
my face to that star I look
to the north?"
Mr. Barlow.-" You are

Tom.-" Then I shall
turn my back to the south?"
Mr. Barlow.-" You are
right once more, Tom; and
now can you not find the
east and the west?"
Tom.-" Does not the
sun rise in the east?"
Mr. Barlow. -"Yes, but
there is no sun now to tell
Hal.-" If you turn your
face to the north, the east
will be on your right hand,
and the west on your left."
Mr. Barlow.-" You are
Tom.-" That's fine! So,
then, as I know the Pole
Star, I can find north,
south, east, and west; and
that too when clouds shut
out the sun. I shall tell
them all of this next time
I go home."
Hal. How glad


should I have been to
know more of it that
night that I was on the
marsh; for I lost my track,
and knew not where I was.
At last I thought I must
give it up, when on one
side of me I saw a light
not far off, as if some one
went on the moor with a
Tom.-" Did not that
make you glad, Hal?"
Hal.- You shall hear.
At first I did not quite
like to go up to the man
who (as I thought) held the
lamp; but then it struck
me that it was not worth
a man's pains to hurt a
poor boy like me; so I
made up my mind to be
bold, and go up to it, and
ask my way of the man."
Tom. -" And did he tell
you the way ?"

Hal. I thought at
first that the light was on
my right hand; it went
fast, and then it would seem
to go in front of me, then
to the left. I thought this
was strange, but I went on
with the chase, and just
as I felt I had got so near
that I could grasp at it, I
fell in a pit, and found I
was on the same side as the
light, so I went in search
of it once more, but still in
vain; and I knew no more
where I was than if I had
been set down in a strange
land. I had no hopes that
I should get home if I did
not reach the light, and
though I could not think
that the man who held it
knew I was so near, still
he would seem to strive all
he could to get from me."
Tom.- And did he ?"


Hal.-" No. Though I
gave a loud cry to beg of
him to halt, it was of no
use, for the light went ten
times as fast, and zig zag,
so that I thought the man
who held it must be drunk.
I had some hopes that I
might hear the bark of a
dog, or the bell of a sheep,
but no sound was there to
be heard. The wind grew
cold and bleak, and my
clothes were wet through
with the rain. I sat down
for a short time to think
what I should do, but when
I cast my eyes up to the
sky, there I saw Charles's
Wain, and at the top of
it the Pole Star. This
brought to my mind that
the last time I went that
way the Pole Star was
right in front of me, so it
struck me that if I were

to turn my back on it, and
go in a straight line, I
should get home; and so I
did with ease by the light
of the moon."
Tom.-"Then it is of
use to know the stars! I
have made up my mind
that I will learn the names
of all the stars that are in
the sky. But, Hal, did
you find out what that light
was that you saw in the
marsh ?"
Hal.-" It was the Will
of the Wisp."
Tom. -" Who is he ?"
Hal.-" They told me
at the farm that it was a
kind of air that comes out
of the earth and takes fire,
and that time out of mind
men have run up to try to
get near it, as I did, and
like me, had been thrown
in some pit or ditch."


The young boys had now
got to Mr. Barlow's gate,
and when they had sat a
long time to talk of all
that they had gone through,
they went to bed.
Mr. Barlow was in his
room where he sat to write
by the light of a lamp, when
in sprang Tom, who said
in a loud voice-

low, "you are right. You
have done a vast deal this
day, and when we get up
to break our fast we will
talk of all that you have
seen and heard."
The next day they did
so, and Mr. Barlow told
the boys a tale from real
life, which took place in
the Alps, where the rocks

" Sir, sir, I have found it are so high that the snow

out! It moves! It moves!"
What moves?" said
Mr. Barlow.
"Why, Charles's Wain
moves. When I took my
clothes off I thought I
would take one more peep
at the sky, and I saw that
all the four stars that make
the cart, and the two stars
that make the horse, had
got up in the sky a great,
great way!"
"Well," said Mr. Bar-

does not melt on the tops
of them. Mr. Barlow said
that half the year the men
who live there keep to the
house day and night, but
when it gets warm the snow
thaws on the sides of the
hills and rocks, and, as it
melts, it is apt to fall down
from time to time in a large
mass, so as to kill the men
and beasts who are in the
Well, it was from these


Alps, on the first of March,
that a mass of snow of huge
bulk came down from a
great height. All in the
vale were then in doors,
save two, Joe Roche and
his son (who was a lad),
and they had gone on the
roof of their house to clean
the snow from it. A priest,
who just at that time went
by on his way to the
church, told them to come
down from the roof as fast
as they could, for he saw
a large mass of snow roll
down the side of the rocks
of ice, which would soon
be on them. The man and
his son flew for their lives
they knew not where; but
they had not gone more
than a few yards, when the
lad's foot slid on the ice,
and he fell down. Roche
went back a step or two to

lift him up, and as he did so
he saw the mass of ice and
snow fall on his house and
crush it.
When Roche came to
think how all that he held
most dear were now shut
up in the snow to die, he
was so struck down with
grief that he fell to the
ground in a kind of fit.
At last he got safe to a
friend's house some way
off. Five days had he
been there ill; and on the
sixth day he went with his
son and two men to try
if he could find the spot
where his house stood, but
they could not do so.
As the next month was
sure to be hot, he knew
the snow would melt, and
from time to time he went
to see if he could find a
trace of his dear wife and


two babes. One day he
threw earth on the snow
that lay on his house (to
melt it), then he broke
through ice six feet thick
with a strong bar, then
thrust down a long pole,
and with this he felt the
ground; but as it grew
dark, he had to leave off
for that day.
The next, day a friend
went with him to work,
and they found the spot
where the house stood by
a hole in the snow, but
none of the dead could
they see. They now made
a search in a shed or stall
which was some way from
the house, and there they
heard a cry of "Help!
Help !"
What tongue can tell
the rush of joy which these
sounds sent to the heart of

Roche ? He and his friend
set to work with all their
might to dig a hole, through
which they crept, and Roche
saw his poor wife all but
dead, who just had the
strength to say, with a faint
voice, I knew I could trust
in God and you, Roche!"
The young girl, too, still
had life; and when they
brought them to the top,
it was as if they took them
from the grave. They were
too weak to walk, and they
were put to bed, and had
some warm milk with flour.
The wife had lost the
use of her limbs from cold
and cramp, and could not
so much as sit up in her
bed, but the girl soon got
The wife told the sad
tale in these words :
"When the mass fell, our


dear boy and girl and I
were in the shed, in which
were our ass, five or six
fowls, and six goats, one of
which on that day had had
two dead kids, and we had
gone there to take her some
warm drink, and we meant
to stay there to wait for the
church bell to ring. All
at once we heard the roof
break; so we stood in the
rack, for there the roof had
most strength. The ass
got loose and gave a kick,
which threw down a pail,
in which we caught the
snow; and when the air
was warm so as to cause it
to melt, we drank it. Our
first care was to know what
there was to eat, and I
found some nuts in a pouch
which hung by my side.
The boy and girl had just
had a good meal, and said

they should want no more
that day; but they thought
of a plate of meal cakes
which they knew were in
one of the stalls, yet they
could not get at them for
the snow. We all set up
a loud shrill call, but. no
one heard us. The ass and
goats kept up life for three
days, and then we heard
and saw no more of them;
but two of the goats were
left, one of which gave milk,
and to them we owe our
All this time we saw
not one ray of light, yet
for three weeks we had
some note of day and night,
for the fowls kept up their
crow at dawn till they were
dead, just as if they had
seen the break of day.
"The next day we ate
all the nuts, and drank


what milk the goat had,
which at first was two
pounds a day. The third
day we made a search once
more for the cakes, but in
vain. Just at the top of
the stall was a loft, where,
through a hole, the boy
could pull down the hay to
fill the rack for the goats
as long as he could reach
it; and then, when it was
too high for that, the goats
got on the boy's back and
brought it down.
"On the sixth day the
dear boy fell sick; and
four days from that time I
held him on my lap. At
last he told me to lay him
at his length on the ground.
I did so; and when I took
him by the hand, I felt it
was cold. I then put my
hand to his mouth, and
found that that too was

cold, so I gave him some
milk, and the dear love
said-' Dad is in the snow.
Oh, my dad! my dad!'
and then his sweet soul
took wing.
In the mean time the
goats' milk got. less and
less; and as the fowls were
now dead, we cold not
tell night from day.
But the time had now
come for one of the goats
to have a kid; and as the
young one did not live,
we had all the milk for our
When we spoke to her,
she would come to lick our
hands and face; and she
gave us two pounds of milk
each day, so she may well
be a pet with us!"
"Dear me," said Tom,
when Mr. Barlow had
brought this tale to a close,


" what things men have to
"They have, in good
sooth," said Mr. Barlow;
" and we ought to do more
than sit at our ease in an
arm chair, when life is
made up. of so much grief
and care.
"Those who have no
wealth to give can show
their love by a kind word
or two, which, on the face
of it, seems but a small
thing-yet on the ear of
him who thought to die
with none to mourn him,
it would fall like choice
sounds from a lute, fill his
eyes with tears, and tell him
that one of the great race
was near, and felt for him.
It was some such thought
as this that gave Roche
strength for his work. To
get sight of one last look

from his poor wife, to lock
that hand in his once more,
and to speak one word of
peace to her! Though this
was more than he could
dare to hope for, when she
had been shut up 'in the
snow so long!"
Tom.-" How is it that
men can care to live in
such a place as the Alps ?"
Mr. Barlow. "The
Swiss have a great love for
the land of their home.
Which do you love best,
Tom, the town or these
green lanes?"
Tom.-" Oh, these green
lanes and fields, to be
Mr. Barlow.-" Should
you not like to live in a
town, my boy?"
Tom.-" No, sir, for then
I must leave those I love
best in the world; and you


too, sir, who have been so
kind to me. I do not think
in all my life I shall meet
with so good a friend as
you are.
Mr. Barlow. -" Well,
these Swiss who live on the
Alps love their land best
too, like you, Tom, and the
Field Mouse."
Tom.-" What of him,
sir ?
Mr. Barlow. Why,
he must needs try what
a town life was like, that
he might make his choice.
His friend theTown Mouse
came to fetch him, and the
Field Mouse spread a meal
for his guest in his soft
nest, which was in the hole
of a tree. The fare was
plain, but it cost some pains
to get it; there were seeds
of grass, rye, wheat, and
nuts, ants' eggs, the sweet

bag of a bee, and a frog's
"The Town Mouse could
not taste such fare, not he!
'Frogs and bees are fit for
none but snakes and birds.
Let me be free with you,
Peep' (for that was his
name); 'I can't think how
you can spend your life in
this vile hole, with naught
to look at but hills and
rills, green grass and sky.
No sounds reach your ears
but the songs of birds and
the buzz of bees, while in
the town we hear the news
of the whole world. Take
my word for it, Peep, you
will find it a good change
to live in a town, for we
dance and sing, and take
our-frl'of the best.'
So they set off side by
side, till they got to a grand
house, and through a chink


they crept to a room where
a feast was spread. There
were all kinds of fowl, ham
and eggs, plates full of
tarts and creams. Peep
was quite wild with joy,
and they set to work tooth
and nail.
But hark, a key turns
in a lock, and lo! a big
man comes in with three
large dogs! The mice, in
a great fright, now run for
the chink, but their tails
brush the jaws of a great
dog ere they reach it; yet
they get safe out at last.
When Peep could fetch
her breath, and it was a
long time first, she said
to Dame Town Mouse: 'I
take my leave of town and
great folk from this hour,
and I long for the charms
of the Downs, and my
snug nest in the tree; for,

'Though poor the fare,
Mice are most blest when free from care.'"
Tom.-"The Field Mouse
was quite right, and the
Town Mouse was quite
Tom and Hal now went
to play with a snow ball
which they had made, but
which had grown to such
a size that they could not
roll it. Tom said they
must strike work, for no
one could have the strength
to move it. "Oh," said
Hal, I know a cure for
it." So he went to fetch
two thick sticks five feet
long, one of which he took
in his own hand, and gave
one to Tom, and then told
him to shove his stick
twixtt the ball and the
ground, while he did the
same on his side; and then
the ball went with ease.


Tom.-" How can this
Hal.-" It is the sticks
that have done it, and this
is the way our men move
the stems of large trees,
which they could not stir
but for the poles."
Tom.-" But the sticks
do not give us more
strength than we had."
Just as Tom said this
the poles broke off. "This
is no great loss,"said he,
"for the ends will do just as
well as the whole sticks."
Yet they would not stir
the snow ball.
Tom.- "Well, the short
sticks will not do. How
is that?"
Hal. -" That I could
have told you, but I like
you to find these things
out. You see now that
there is more force in a

long stick than in a short
So they went to Mr.
Barlow's men to ask for
some long poles, and they
found the men at work on
the stump of an old oak,
which was so large and
strong that it would seem
as if no axe could cleave
it, yet there were but two
old men at work on it, to
break it up in small bits
for Mr. Barlow's fires; but
Tom said he was sure that
he could not know what
hard work the poor men
were at.
Hal. What should
you say then if you saw
me, small as I am, cleave
it in two by the help of
but one of these men?"
So Hal took up a six
inch wedge, and with a
few blows drove it in the


wood. The old man and
he then struck it hard on
the head, till the root of the
oak gave a loud crack on
all sides, and the wedge
went so far in that it was

lost sight of. There," said
Hal, "this first wedge has
done well." Two or three
more did the job, and the
root was split in two.


WHEN the boys came
home they went to their
books, and Mr. Barlow
gave them a sketch of some
of the great wars that took
place a long time since.
Oh," said Tom, "what
a fine thing it must be to
go to the wars, and dress
up in a red coat, march to
the sound of the drum, see
the flags fly in the air, and
be a man !"
Nay," said Mr. Barlow,
"these fine clothes and gay

sounds are not all that
make up such a life, for in
time of war there is no set
of men that have to go
through more toil than
they, for they march for
whole days in the heat of
the sun, or through cold
and rain : and it may
chance that they have no
food to eat; and that while
they sleep, the most they
can have is some straw to
lie down on. And there
are times when they are


worse off still. While the
fight goes on, there is not
an hour in the day that
each man does not run the
chance of a shot, by which
he might lose his limbs, or
die of the wounds."
Tom.- Dear me, sir,
what a sad sketch you
draw of those brave men
who fight for the land of
their birth! I'm sure when
they come home sick and
ill from their wounds, those
who sent them out should
take care of them."
Mr. Barlow.-" In truth
they should, Tom."
Tom sat still for a long
time wrapt in thought.
"Well, Tom, what are
your thoughts?" said Mr.
Tom.-" Why, sir, I want
to know how we can go to
war and not break that law

which you read to us once
a week in church, 'Thou
shalt not kill ?'"
Mr. Barlow.-" Of all
the blood that has been
spilt from the time of the
wars of the Jews down to
a few years past, scarce a
drop of it has been shed in
a cause that can be said to
have been right, just, or to
have sense in it."
Tom.-" How can it be
right to kill at all, sir, for
aught else than to save life
in the end ?"
Mr. Barlow. "- If men
took that law which you
speak of ('Thou shalt not
kill') as it is meant, there
would be no wars but those
which were fought with a
view to save life. And,
what is more, no man
would be hung."
Hal.-" But, sir, we are


told in the first five books
of the Word of God that
'He who sheds man's
blood, by man shall his
blood be shed.'"
Mr. Barlow.-"But what
are the words that come
next to those which you
quote ?"
Hal.-"' For in the form
of God made he man.'"
Mr. Barlow.-"Then it
would seem that the law
was made to set forth the
great worth of a man's life,
and that the God who
made us is choice of man's
life, 'for in the form of
God made he man.' The
Jews were so dull of heart
that they could not be made
to feel the law of love.
But as time went on, God
sent our Lord Christ on
earth to teach it; and Christ
said, 'Ye have heard that

it hath been said, an eye for
an eye, and a tooth for a
tooth, but I say to you:
strive not when harm is
done to you.'"
Hal.-" Then you think,
sir, that we are not bound
by the law of God to take
a life for a life ?"
Tom.-" It seems to me,
sir, that when they come
to hang a man, it must
make him think that they
took the hint from him.
And I am sure he can't
think that we hold a man's
life to be worth much, if
we send two men out of
the world when (if it were
not for this law of our
land) it need have been
but one."
Mr. Barlow.-"I think
you are right; to take a
life for a life, is to hold life
too cheap. As to wars, it


will be a good time when
we shall hear of no fights
save those which are fought
by brutes. You must ask
Tom to tell you of the war
with the birds, beasts, and
Ha/.-"The bat-who
could not be said to be bird
or beast-at first kept out
of the way of both, but
when he thought the beasts
would win the day, he was
found in their ranks, and to
prove his right to be there,
he said,' Can you find a
bird that has two rows
of teeth in his head as I
have?' At last the birds
had the best of the fight,
so then the bat was seen
to join their ranks. 'Look,'
said he,' I have wings, so
what else can I be but a
bird?' Thus to 'grind
with all winds' was thought

base in the bat by both
sides of the fight, and he
could not get bird or beast
to own him; and to this
day he hides and skulks in
caves and stems of trees,
and does not come out till
dark, when all the birds of
the air have gone to roost,
and the beasts of the field
are wrapt in sleep."
The frost had now come
to an end, and as the night
was clear and light, Tom
went out with Mr. Barlow
to look at the stars.
How strange it is," said
Tom, that all the stars
should turn round the
earth !"
How do you know,"
said Mr. Barlow, that
they move at all ?"
Tom.-" Why, sir, I see
them move from time to


Mr. Barlow.-" But how
are you sure that it is the
stars that move and not
the earth ?"
Tom made a long pause
and then said: But in
that case, sir, I should see
the earth move, and the
stars stand still."
Mr. Barlow.-" How is
it in a coach, then; does
the coach stand still while
the trees move?"
Tom.-" No, sir, but it
looks as if it did."
Mr. Barlow.-"How is
it in a boat, too?"
Tom.-" Oh yes, I have
seen the same thing in a
boat. I have thought the
shore slid from the boat,
and not the boat from the
Mr. Barlow. -" If that
is the case, may it not be
that the earth you stand on

moves, and that the stars
are at rest?"
Tom.- But do you
think that such small things
as the stars would stand
still, and a large thing like
the earth move?"
Mr. Barlow.-" How do
you know that the sun and
the stars are so small?"
Tom.-" I see them to
be so. The stars are so
small that they can scarce
be seen at all; and the sun
does not seem to be so
large as a round stool."
The next day, as they
stood to gaze on the sea,
Mr. Barlow saw a small
speck a great way off, and
the first thing was to point
it out to Tom, which cost
him some pains to do, as it
was so small.
What do you think of
it?" said he.


Tom said he thought it
might be a small boat, but
he could not well tell, as
it was but a speck on the
edge of the sea. Look,
sir, now it seems to grow
more and more big."
Mr. Barlow.-" How is
that ?"
Tom. Why it gets
more and more near to our
Mr. Barlow. What,
can a thing, then, be small
and large too ?"
Tom.-" Yes, sir, it seems
small when it is a great
way off, for I have seen a
house and a church do the
same. And now I find
that it is a ship with a
mast, and not a boat, for I
see the sail."
Mr. Barlow went on for
a while by the side of the
sea, and soon he heard

Tom call out to him :
"Why, sir! 'tis not a ship
with one mast, as I thought
it was, but a fine large
man of war with three
masts, and all her sails
Mr. Barlow.-" Will you
now think of what you
have just said? What was
first a speck, was by and
by a small boat, then a
large one, then a ship with
one mast, and now it is a
large man of war with three
masts, and in full sail! Yet
it is the same thing all the
while, seen far and near."
Mr. Barlow.-" Well,
then, Tom, if the ship,
which is now in full sight,
were to tack and sail back
just as it came up to us,
what do you think would
take place ?"
Tom.-" It would grow


less and less, till it got
to be a mere speck once
Mr. Barlow.-" I think
you said that the sun was
a small globe the size of a
round stool ?"
Tom.-" Yes, sir."
Mr. Barlow. "If the
sun were to move a great
way off, what would take
place ?"
Tom thought for some
time, and then said it would
do the same as the ship
Mr. Barlow. "Might
not the stars then at last
look as large as the sun
now does, just as the sun
would be but the size of a
star were it to move a
great way off?"
Tom.-" Yes, I think it
Mr. Barlow, And

what if the sun came near
it, would its size be the
same ?
Tom.-" No."
Mr. Barlow. "If so,
then it is clear that the
earth we live on is not so
large as we might think.
What if it should be less
than the sun and the stars ?
They are a great way off,
and if you could go from
the earth up to the sun,
how do you think the earth
would look?"
Tom. -" I can't tell."
Mr. Barlow. "No?
Why, is it not the same
thing if the ship should
sail from us, or we should
walk from the ship ?"
Tom.-" Yes, sir."
Mr. Barlow. -" Might
not the earth then at least
seem as small as the sun
and moon do ?"


Tom.-" Yes; it would
look less and less."
Mr. Barlow. Now,
then, 1 would ask you, if a
man could go straight from
the earth to the sun, how
would each seem to him
as he went?"
Tom.-"The earth would
seem less and less, and the
sun more and more big."
Mr. Barlow. Why
then the earth might seem
less than the sun ?"
Tom. Well, so it
On their way home,
Mr. Barlow and the boys
saw a great crowd round
the door of a house, and
when they went in they
saw there a man who had
much skill in sleight of
hand; so they sat down
with the rest of the crowd.
Sirs," said the man, I

have kept my best trick
for the last. You see this
swan; it is no more than a
false swan, made upof wood
and paint. If you have
your doubts, take it up in
your hands and look at it."
So the boys took it up,
and then set it to swim on
the small tank which had
been brought there to play
the trick on.
"Now this swan," said
he, which, you see, sirs,
looks to have no sense or
life, is of so strange a sort
that he knows me, and will
turn to me at all times
when I call him."
The man then took a
small piece of bread, made
a shrill sound, and told
the swan to come to the
side of the tank to be fed.
At the word "Come, sir,"
the swan gave a slow turn,

and like a ship in full sail, with as much grace as the
came up to the bread that man's swan did, and came
was held out for it; and u'p to Tom when he held
let the man go which side out the bread.
he would, the swan swam He was mad to knov
up to him. how the trick was done, so
At this a loud laugh Hal gave him the swan to
came from all the boys look at, and he saw that a
and girls that had been long thin piece of steel ran
drawn there to look on, through it from end to
but they could not make end; and that in the bread
out how it was. Tom was with which the bird was
so struck with the trick, fed was put a bar of steel
that for some days it was in the shape of a horse's
all he could talk of. He shoe. But all this threw
said he would give all he no light on Tom's mind.
had in the world to find Mr. Barlow then put down
it out, and to have just some small bits of steel,
such a swan. near to which he brought
But Hal told him he the bar; and to see these
thought he could play the jump up one by one, as
trick; and the next day he the bar came near them,
made up a piece of wax and dance from side to
in the shape of a swan, side, made Tom jump with
and put it in a tub for a glee. When the bar was
pond, on which it swam held up in the air they all


clung to it, just as if they
had sense and life, for no
one kept them there. Mr.
Barlow then put a key near
the bar, which hung to it
in the same way.
Mr. Barlow.-" A stone
is found in the mines which
can draw to it bits of steel;
but, what is still more
strange, if you take these
bits of steel and rub them
on the stone, you can do
the same thing with them,
for they will draw steel up
to them just as the stone

Mr. Barlow then told
him that this force in the
steel is made use of in
ships out at sea, when the
steel is shut up in a glass
case, and by its means the
men can find out the north,
south, east, and west.
Tom thought it most
strange that a small bit of
steel should help men to
cross the vast seas and sail
from port to port, and this
too when the shades of
night, and mist, and fogs
shut out the light.


THE time of year now and near. They came in
drew near for Mr. Merton crowds; and there was a
to have the poor folk to large spread of meats and
dine at his house, so he cakes, beer and sweet wine,
sent for them from far for them all to sit down to


in the hall, where a large
bright fire met their gaze.
Mr. Barlow went to and
fro to talk to them, and to
help them to this dish and
that, and saw that they all
had their fill. Tom and
Hal did the same, and so
far the day went off well.
When the meal came to
an end, Tom took out the
large dog (whose name was
Dash), of which he was so
fond that he would throw
sticks in the pond by the
hour for Dash to bring
out and lay down at his
Tom now thought he
would make Dash draw
him in a sledge, for which
he got a chair, and bound
him to it. Dash (who
knew not the use he was
now put to) let the young
boy do to him just what he

chose; so when the dog
was bound fast to the
sledge, Tom took his seat
with whip in hand, and set
off in grand pomp, to the
great glee of the boys and
girls who had come from
the feast to look on. This,
of course, made Tom wish
all the more to show off
his skill.
Gee up, Dash! get on,
sir!" said he; and then
came a smack of the whip.
But poor Dash felt much
at a loss to know what the
smack of the whip was for,
and thought he had done
some wrong thing; so, with
a cringe, he crept on the
ground, and then made a
dead stop. This brought
a loud laugh from those
who stood by.
As Tom could not get
on with Dash, he grew hot