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 STORY-BOOK. 
 
 THE STAG-HUNT. 
 
 *' Did you ever see any deer?'^ 
 — *^No, did you!''— ^^ Yes, I 
 have a cousin who keeps a 
 great number of them ; he has 
 a nice large park for them to 
 1 live in, where they are quite 
 
 happy. I like to see them 
 there, but 1 should not like to 
 see one hunted."— ^^ What! do 
 they ever hunt the stag ?"— 
 " Oh ! yes, poor thing, and it 
 runs as long as it^ has any 
 strength, and when it can run 
 
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 no longer, its heart breaks, and 
 it falls down and dies. I won- 
 der how men can be so cruel. '^ 
 — ^' But are there any men so 
 cruel as to hunt the stap- ?" — 
 ^' Yes, what did you suppose 
 them to be?" — ^' Why, dogs, 
 or something of that kind, that 
 have no more sense. I could 
 not for a moment have thought 
 that men would be so wicked : 
 what motive can they have for 
 so doing." — '' My dear boy, 
 they think they find pleasure 
 in the chase."- — " Pleasure ! 
 then, indeed, they do only think 
 so, for I am sure there can be 
 no real pleasure in being cruel. 
 Oh ! when will that happy time 
 come, when men will be cruel 
 no more, but will all walk in 
 the footsiteps of Jesus Christ." 
 
THE CAT. 
 
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 THE CAT. 
 
 ** Puss went under the grate 
 to-night/'—*^ Did she : what 
 that great cat % I thought on- 
 ly kittens went under grates/' 
 — " And so did I ; but, how- 
 ever, she went." — '' I wonder 
 what for?" — ^* Perhaps to look 
 for a cricket." — '' Have you 
 crickets V'—'' Yes ; I often 
 heai them chirping as I sit by 
 
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 the fire at niglit. Ours is a 
 funny cat ; slie sometimes goes 
 up tlie chimney." — " What, 
 when there is a fire in the 
 gi-Q^teV — "O no; the chimney 
 in the back chamber. I have 
 heard it said that cats do not 
 love any one, but I am sure our 
 cat does; for whenever I let 
 her come into my lap, she rubs 
 her head about, and stretches 
 out her claws, and purrs as 
 loudly as she can. I some- 
 times try to hear what she 
 says, but I can make nothing 
 of it ; but it matters not what 
 she says, I know she is happy, 
 and that is enough." 
 
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THE LITTLE SHIP 
 
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 THE LITTLE SHIP. 
 
 Father has made me a little 
 ship, and I am going to let it 
 sail in this little pond. Now 
 let us fancy this water to be 
 the north Pacific ocean, and 
 those pieces of cork on that 
 side to be the Friendly islands, 
 and this little man in the ship 
 to be Captain Cook going to 
 find them. 
 
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 ''Do you know where? Cap- 
 tain Cook was born?" 
 
 '' He was born at Marton, a 
 village in the North Riding 
 of Yorkshire, Eno-land/' 
 
 THE BEGGAR. 
 
 ''Mamma, I gave a penny to 
 a poor man this morning. Was 
 I a good boy for so doing f' — 
 " It depends upon the motive 
 you had in view. Did you give 
 It to him because you thought 
 I should call you a good boy V 
 — " Because I thought you 
 would call me a good boy, mam- 
 ma." — " I am sorry to hear it, 
 my dear ; tell me just w^hat 
 you thought when you gave the 
 penny to the man." — "Well, 
 
THE BEGGAR. 
 
 
 
 
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 rnarnma, he was sitting by the 
 road'side, and when I passed 
 him, ne held out his hat, and 
 beo-Qcd for a trifle to R^et him 
 somerhing to eat. So I just 
 thought of a penny I had in 
 my pocket, and I said to my- 
 self, • Now if I give this penny, 
 mamma will call me a g-ood 
 boy, and then I shall be glad:' 
 and so I gave it to him." — 
 '' 'Nuw, my dear, this is what 
 you should have said : ' This 
 old man is very poor, and I 
 have a penny to spare that will 
 do him good, and he shall have 
 it.' ^' — " Ah ! mamma, I wish 
 1 had thou s^ht of that, but I am 
 sure I did not intend to do 
 wrong. You know, mamma, I 
 love you so dearly, that I strive 
 to please you in all things."™ 
 
THE BEGGAR. 11 
 
 ^* Yes^ my dear, I know you 
 love me, and I believe you did 
 not intend to do w^rong ; but, 
 my dear child, w^e are so apt 
 to do things that we may be 
 praised of men, instead of 
 doing all things to the glory 
 of God. Do you know, my 
 love, that our Lord said in his 
 sermon on the mount, ^ Take 
 heed that ye do not your alms 
 before men, to be seen of them ! 
 otherwise ye have no reward 
 of your Father, which is in 
 heaven ! ' You will try to think 
 of this, will you, love 1" — 
 '' Oh ! dearest mamma, I am 
 sure I will, and I hope that 
 God 
 
 Will grant me pardon for the past. 
 And strength for time to come,' 
 
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 THE STORY-BOOK. 
 
 THE ROBIN. 
 
 " The north winds do blow, 
 And we shall have snow. 
 What will poor Robin do till spring, 
 Poor thing, poor thing ! 
 He will go to the barn, 
 And keep himself warm, 
 And put his head under his wing, 
 Poor thing, poor thing." 
 
 Thus sang little Emily, as 
 she sat one bleak morninsflook- 
 
THE ROBIN. 13 
 
 ing out from her marama's 
 window, watching the faded 
 leaves dance along before the 
 wind. Do you not know how 
 she felt as she sat that morn- 
 ing, in a snug parlor, with her 
 high-backed chair placed close 
 against the window, listening 
 to the whistling^ of the winds, 
 and looking now and then, to- 
 ward the cold dark sky ? I 
 am sure I know just how she 
 felt, as she sang those simple 
 words about the robin, for I 
 have often felt in the same 
 manner myself. Emilv was a 
 tender-hearted child, and she 
 loved the robin red-breast very 
 dearly : indeed there was not 
 anything which she did not 
 love ; for she often said to her 
 mamma, ^* Everything belongs 
 
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 to God ; therefore I ought to 
 love everything/' And so I 
 believe she did. On that morn- 
 ing after she had been singincr 
 her little song, she said, ^'Dear 
 mamma, I wish I could find all 
 the robin red-breasts in the 
 country, that I might keep them 
 in my chamber through the 
 wintry season, until the bright 
 spring days return. Then, 
 mamma, I would throw open 
 the windows, and watch the 
 happy little creatures spread 
 their wings, and go out into 
 the bright world again V Was 
 not Emily a kind little girl ? 
 
THE WHITE RABBIT. 15 
 
 THE WHITE RABBIT 
 
 Oh ! Susan, I have got .^nch 
 a darling white rabbit as I think 
 yoii never saw. I do believe 
 it is the sweetest little rabbit 
 in the world ; for I have only 
 had it given to me this morn- 
 ing, and yet it will eat clovei 
 from my hand, and let me 
 stroke it, or do anything I 
 please; and the gardener says 
 that he will nrake a house for 
 
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 It, which hij^ son Thomas will 
 paint. Papa says, that I am to 
 call my rabbit Snowdrop ; and 
 mamma says, that its eyes are 
 like rubies ; and so do come 
 and look at it, Susan, and you 
 will say as I do, that it is the 
 sweetest little rabbit in the 
 world. 
 
 LITTLE MARY. 
 
 Little Mary was good, 
 The weather was fair ; 
 
 She went with her mother, 
 To taste the fresh air. 
 
 The birds were singing, 
 Mary chatted away ; 
 And she felt as merry, 
 And as happy, as they. 
 
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