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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
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 BY 
 
 MRS. MADELINE LESLIE. 
 
 BOSTON: 
 ANDREW F. GRAVES, 
 
 20 CORNHILL. 
 
COPYRIGHT, 
 ANDREW F. GRAVES, 
 
 1875. 
 
TO 
 
 MY YOUNG FRIENDS 
 
 WHOSE SMILE CHEERS ME IN MY DAILY WALK, 
 ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED 
 
 By the Author. 
 
JBatmwjJ of ify mrk$. 
 
 LITTLE DAISY'S LETTER. 
 ANNIE AND THE BEAR. 
 PAPA'S PRESENT. 
 THE NEW SOCIETY. 
 IDA AND THE BEGGAR. 
 THE TWINS. 
 
CONTENTS 
 
 THE NEW SOCIETY. PAGJS 
 
 Chap. I. The Recess, ........ 11 
 
 Chap. II. The Opponent, 20 
 
 Chap. III. The Sequel, 29 
 
 CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR, 35 
 
 JAMIE AND HIS VERSES. 
 
 Chap. I. Jamie and Rover, 38 
 
 Chap. II. Jamie and the Apricot, ... 48 
 
 THE LITTLE SUNBEAM, 61 
 
V 
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 The New Society. 
 
¥l^e X e w $odiety. 
 
 THE RECESS. 
 
 URRAH, boys ! now for the 
 new Constitution. Honora- 
 ble Ned, I mean Edward 
 Percy, has the floor. Lis- 
 
 ten ! 
 
 Half a dozen of the oldest boys 
 belonging to the Leicester Academy 
 had assembled in front of the school- 
 house to settle, finally, the question 
 concerning a new anti-tobacco society, 
 and also to choose officers. 
 
 Edward Percy, the clergyman's son, 
 had been active in bringing the sub- 
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 ject before the boys, and he naturally 
 aspired to being president of the asso- 
 ciation. To this, most of his compan- 
 ions agreed ; but there were a few in 
 the school, who, even at this early age, 
 had begun to smoke and chew the 
 poisonous weed, and who, therefore, 
 opposed with all their strength, the 
 formation of an anti-tobacco society 
 in the school. 
 
 Having given this brief explanation 
 of their meeting at recess, I will re- 
 peat the articles contained in the new 
 Constitution. 
 
 "Firstly," read young Percy, hold- 
 ing the open sheet before him, " It is 
 resolved to have a society to prevent 
 
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 the use of cigars and pigtail in the 
 United States." 
 
 "Secondly, It" — 
 
 u Stop, Ned : hold on a minute," cried 
 Dexter Lamson. 
 
 " Mr. President," exclaimed another 
 voice, on a very high key, " wouldn't 
 it be better to vote on each article as 
 it comes up ? " 
 
 * No, no ! let's hear them all first. 
 Go on, Ned," shouted a third. 
 
 But the president said that Dexter's 
 motion was in order ; and a vote was 
 taken to the effect that each resolu- 
 tion should be accepted or refused 
 when read. 
 
 The first resolution having been car- 
 ried by a unanimous vote, or rather 
 
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 carried with the amendment that the 
 use of snuff be also included, they 
 proceeded to the second article. 
 
 " Secondly, It shall be the duty of 
 each member to pay six cents every 
 year into the treasury for the purpose 
 of printing cards and tracts to aid the 
 
 cause." 
 
 "I object to that," said Augustus 
 Lawrence, laughing, u unless you 
 choose me treasurer. I should find it 
 amazingly handy to have loose change 
 always at command." He rattled a 
 few coppers already in his pocket, and 
 drew himself up with such a self-im- 
 portant air, that there was a perfect 
 roar of laughter. 
 
 " Come, boys," remonstrated the 
 
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 president, " we shall never get on un- 
 less we attend to business." 
 
 "That's so/' responded Julius Fol- 
 som. " Go ahead to the next." 
 
 "Thirdly, it is resolved that every- 
 one who joins this society shall ab- 
 stain wholly from the use of tobacco 
 in every form ; that he shall promise 
 never to use a profane or vulgar ex- 
 pression ; that he shall remember the 
 Sabbath day, to keep it holy; that 
 he" — 
 
 " Hold up, will yer ? " shouted Julius. 
 u You're putting in too much. I won't 
 join, if I've got to tie myself up that 
 way." 
 
 "'Tisn't the fair thing, Ned," sug- 
 gested Augustus, trying to speak calm- 
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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 ly, "just because you're the parson's 
 son, to tie us up to being religious, 
 willy, nilly. I put in a protest to all 
 that sermon part." 
 
 "There's no sermon about it," an- 
 swered Ned, his cheeks crimsoning: 
 "I thought you'd all like it. Of 
 course, we none of us intend to swear, 
 nor break the Sabbath ; and we might 
 as well have it in." 
 
 " I won't join, then." 
 
 "Nor I." 
 
 "What do you object to?" asked 
 the president. 
 
 " I agreed to join an anti-tobacco 
 society. When I want another consti- 
 tution to keep me from breaking the 
 commandments, I shall take the Bible, 
 
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 from Genesis to Revelation. Those 
 are my sentiments." 
 
 tt Good ! good for Dexter ! " shouted 
 many voices. 
 
 At this moment the school-bell rang ; 
 and the boys, without another word, 
 hurried into their seats. 
 
 In the picture, you can see President 
 Percy reading the fourthly in the new 
 Constitution. 
 
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 ECAPTTIft 10. 
 
 THE OPPONENT. 
 
 'MONG the opponents to 
 the new Society, there was 
 a lad named Parsons, son of 
 the Squire, the wealthiest 
 man in town. George Parsons was 
 brought up to like tobacco. When 
 not more than ten years old, his 
 father gave him the stump of a cigar, 
 laughing when the boy complained of 
 being sick and giddy in consequence 
 of smoking. From the stump; George 
 had soon been promoted to a free use 
 of his father's Havanas ; and, before 
 he was fourteen, he could smoke a ci- 
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 gar after every meal, with as much 
 ease as the Squire. 
 
 George's influence had done more 
 in the school to cause the boys to. 
 chew and smoke tobacco, than every 
 thing else. Edward Percy longed to 
 bring George to join their Society, 
 knowing that his example would be 
 followed by many who loved the vile 
 weed. 
 
 They were in the same class, and in 
 many things their tastes were conge- 
 nial. Ned had already urged his friend 
 to join him in checking the evil ; but 
 George didn't see the subject in that 
 light. 
 
 One day Ned invited George to his 
 father's house. They walked out into 
 
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 the grounds; and there, under the 
 shade of an old tree, he talked and 
 talked upon his favorite theme. 
 
 In the picture you will see them 
 there. 
 
 "It hasn't hurt my father/' urged 
 George : a there isn't a healthier man 
 in town." 
 
 "But has it done him any good?' 
 asked Ned. " I don't mean any disre- 
 spect; but would you like to have 
 your teeth look like his ? You have a 
 handsome set, George ; and, if I were 
 you, I should hate to have tobacco- 
 juice stain them, and run out of your 
 mouth." 
 
 "I never thought of that," mur- 
 mured George, reflecting. 
 
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 "You acknowledged once/' urged 
 his friend, * that chewing and smoking 
 made you terribly thirsty. Aren't you 
 afraid, if you don't give up tobacco, 
 you'll become a drunkard ? " 
 
 " Not a bit. My father has chewed 
 for forty years ; and he's as steady as 
 your father, if he is a parson." 
 
 u Not quite," thought Edward, recol- 
 lecting the Squire's reeling steps the 
 last time he had seen him; but he 
 could not tell his friend this, and there- 
 fore said, — 
 
 " Well, cigars and good tobacco cost 
 so much, quite a little fortune in time. 
 Think how much you might do with 
 the money you chew up ! " 
 
 a Well, my father has enough. No," 
 
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 said George, " I can't sign ; there's no 
 use in talking any more about it." 
 
 But though George would not join 
 the "No Tobacco Society/' it soon 
 became very popular. A gentleman 
 came to visit the minister, and was 
 invited to talk to the Sunday School 
 children. He told them stories of boys 
 who lighted the streets puffing away 
 at their vile cigars, but had no pay for 
 it, and no thanks either from young 
 ladies who went out to breathe the 
 fresh air, and smell the fragrant flow- 
 ers, but who had to inhale instead the 
 foul tobacco smoke. Then he said, 
 "Since I came to this town I have 
 heard of a noble society, called the 
 'No Tobacco Boys.' I was delighted 
 
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 to know that some boys are pledging 
 themselves not to use the vile weed. 
 I thank them for setting such a wor- 
 thy example. I would gladly shake 
 hands with every one of them. I 
 shall tell of this new society wherever 
 I am called to speak to boys; and I 
 hope every city and every town in 
 our happy New England will form 
 clubs called ' No Tobacco Boys.'" 
 
 In September, a "lady named Clem- 
 ent, w T ho had formerly lived in the 
 town, returned with her husband for 
 a visit. She soon heard about the 
 " No Tobacco Boys/' and said her little 
 Arthur must join. 
 
 The next week tiny notes of invi- 
 tation were sent to every member 
 
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DAI ST DALE STORIES. 
 
 of the society. I will copy one of 
 them. 
 
 "Arthur Clement, Jr., receives the 
 members of his club, called 'No To- 
 bacco Boys/ on Wednesday afternoon, 
 at Reed's Grove. A collation will be 
 served at five o'clock. Every mem- 
 ber is at liberty to invite one lady 
 to accompany him. Mottoes, badges 
 and a banner will be presented at the 
 entrance to the grove at two o'clock, 
 precisely." 
 
 "0, dear!" exclaimed George Par- 
 sons, as he watched the procession 
 marching back from the grove at sun- 
 set, the banner flying, "I made an 
 awful mistake in refusing to join ; but 
 it's too late nowl 
 
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 €Ag»TIR ODD. 
 THE SEQUEL. 
 
 IVE, six years glided by. 
 The Squire was lying in 
 a drunkard's grave. His 
 houses and lands had been 
 sold for the benefit of his creditors. 
 The grocer at the corner, who had a 
 private bar where his friends could 
 obtain a social glass at any hour of 
 the day or night, had come into pos- 
 session of the handsome house where 
 George had first seen the light, and 
 where, alas! he had learned to chew 
 and smoke tobacco. 
 
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 Mrs. Parsons, the Squire's broken- 
 hearted wife, had accepted a home 
 with her uncle; and her daughter, 
 careworn and dejected, hired a small 
 tenement which she shared with her 
 brother. 
 
 Edward Percy, a thriving merchant 
 in a neighboring city, was one night 
 walking from the cars to his father's 
 house, when he stumbled against a 
 man who was trying to support him- 
 self by leaning on the wall. 
 
 The man fell ; and then young Per- 
 cy, in trying to help him up, found 
 it was his old companion, George Par- 
 sons, who was intoxicated. 
 
 Edward was greatly shocked. lie 
 called a carriage, and, with the driver's 
 
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 help, pushed George inside, and drove 
 him to his humble home. 
 
 He visited him many times during 
 a fit of sickness which confined the 
 drunken creature to his bed for weeks, 
 and at last was rejoiced to receive a 
 promise from the poor fellow to give 
 up all intoxicating drink, to abandon 
 the use of tobacco, and to try to be- 
 come a man once more. 
 
 You will see in the picture how ear- 
 nestly Mr. Edward Percy is encoura- 
 ging his old schoolmate, while his sister 
 stands by, urging, — 
 
 u George, if you will only leave 
 off all that nasty stuff, how happy we 
 might be ! " 
 
 " I will ; I'll try," faltered George, 
 Can 
 
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 sitting on the side of the low bed ; but 
 I can't help thinking how much easier 
 it would have been if I'd done it when 
 you asked me to join the anti-tobacco 
 society, years ago." 
 
 " I should like to shake hands with 
 you on your new promise/' exclaimed 
 Ned. 
 
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 Christmas and $tew-f #an 
 
 " There, that will do : look, Frankie dear, 
 
 How nice I've packed this box ; 
 But something still will go in here ; 
 
 Then see how well it looks ! 
 'Twill be the sweetest gift for Jane, 
 
 And from us both, you know : 
 She'll value it, although 'tis plain ; 
 
 So this to her must go. 
 
 Yes, William, yes ; and Sue has done 
 
 The dressing Kitty's doll. 
 Now for a name : we'll hit on one ; 
 
 Let's call her pretty Poll. 
 For with that dress so brightly green, 
 
 And with those rosy cheeks, 
 To look at her does it not seem 
 
 That, parrot-like, she speaks? 
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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 Now, Frankie dear, come let us fill 
 
 These horns with sugar-plums 
 For Sam and James, and, if you will, 
 
 Give them the little drums ; 
 Or I will do it while you write 
 
 The names within these books. 
 We must make haste, 'twill soon be night 
 
 See how our table looks ! 
 
 And now, dear Bill, don't tell, I beg : 
 
 /would not, but I thought 
 You'd like to see this book to-day, 
 
 And knew where it was bought. 
 The ' Mother's book' for dear mamma : 
 
 I knew you'd like one, too, 
 For your dear mother ; so papa 
 
 Paid gladly for the two. 
 
 Oh, thank you, Frankie ! After all, 
 At Christmas and New- Year, 
 
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 The sweetest gifts for great and small 
 Are books, 'tis very clear ; 
 
 For they alone speak to the heart, 
 And they enrich the mind ; 
 
 While pleasure, also, they impart, 
 We ne'er in trifles find." 
 (37) 
 
DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 $amis and bis ^srses* 
 
 JAMIE AND ROVER. 
 
 AMMA, mamma ! I can 
 say my verses now. I've 
 studied them as much as 
 a thousand times. Won't 
 you please to hear me ? * 
 66 A thousand times, Jamie ? " 
 Mamma stood still, and looked in 
 Jamie's eye. 
 
 " I mean I've studied them a great, 
 great many times; and I am as sure 
 as can be, that I can repeat them with- 
 out missing one word." 
 
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 " Come, then, I'll hear you." 
 
 " In the parlor, mamma ? " 
 
 u No, dear : I've carried my books 
 and work to the arbor." 
 
 " Oh, that's splendid ! " 
 
 Jamie started to follow his mother, 
 when he heard a low whine from 
 Eover. 
 
 ." Oh ! you're on hand, are you ? " he 
 said, laughing, and patting the dog's 
 head. " Well, Rover, good fellow ! 
 I'm going to recite my verses, and you 
 may go too." 
 
 " Bow, wow, wow ! " answered Ro- 
 ver. " I'm ready, dear master." 
 
 When Jamie and the dog reached 
 
 * the arbor, mamma was busily sewing 
 
 on an apron for baby Nell \ but she 
 
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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 laid the work aside, and took the 
 large Bible from a shelf papa had 
 nailed up for her in her favorite re- 
 treat. 
 
 Jamie looked in her face, and re- 
 peated the verses correctly ; and then 
 she explained the meaning to him in 
 such simple words, that he understood 
 her perfectly. Eover sat in front of 
 his young master, looking as if he, 
 too, would like to understand. 
 
 " Now may I play, mamma ? " asked 
 Jamie, starting to his feet. 
 
 " Yes, dear ; but, first, I want you to 
 promise me to say exactly what -you 
 mean. How many times did you study 
 your lesson ? " 
 
 " Ever so many, mamma." 
 
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 "Say 'ever so many/ then, dear, 
 and do not say ' a thousand.' In that 
 case, every one will know just what 
 you mean." 
 
 " So I will, mamma ; " and Jamie 
 kissed his mother with his red lips, and, 
 calling Rover, bounded off into the 
 garden to play. 
 
 There were gravel-walks running 
 the whole length of the garden, lined 
 by rows of currant-bushes. At right 
 angles with the main walks were nar- 
 row ones bordered with high trellises, 
 upon which the gardener had trained 
 peach and apricot trees. These were 
 trimmed, and tied to the trellises in the 
 form of a fan, in order that the fruit 
 might have the full force of the sun to 
 
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 ripen it. But the trees stood so close 
 together, and were so thickly covered 
 with foliage, that it was impossible to 
 see across the garden. 
 
 Of course there was many a shady 
 corner where Jamie could conceal him- 
 self from mamma and Rover ; and 
 many a frolic the boy had enjoyed 
 playing hide-and-seek in the garden. 
 
 Now, w r hen released by his mamma, 
 he ran merrily down the centre walk, 
 Rover keeping close at his heels, and 
 barking with all his might. Rover 
 very well knew that lessons were over 
 for the day, and that now they were to 
 have a frolic. 
 
 In turning an angle at the lower 
 part of the grounds, Jamie came 
 
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 suddenly upon old Gilson, the gar- 
 dener. 
 
 * Hi, Master Jamie ! " he exclaimed, 
 in his broad Scotch accents. " Ye're as 
 full of life as a nut is of meat. Ye 
 came nigh to knocking me over." 
 
 Gilson was drawing a small engine 
 with which he watered the plants ; and 
 Jamie laughed heartily at the idea of 
 knocking over such a stout man. 
 
 " Look here, Master .Jamie ! " began 
 the Scotchman in a mysterious tone, at 
 the same time taking a red-cheeked 
 apricot from his pocket. "Isn't it a 
 beauty? I've been watching it day 
 after day to see the sun paint its cheeks 
 so prettily. Now I'm taking it to your 
 
 mamma." 
 
 (45) 
 
DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 " Oh ! oh ! " exclaimed the boy, stand- 
 ing on tiptoe to gaze at the fruit. " Oh ! 
 doesn't it look like wax ? I do like ap- 
 ricots so much ! " 
 
 " The trees hang full this year," said 
 Gilson, in a self-complacent tone. 
 " They're ripening fast too. In a week 
 more we'll have a dishful that would 
 be fit to set before a queen." 
 
 Jamie's cheeks flushed ; and he 
 started to run away, when Gilson, with 
 a sudden thought, called after him. 
 
 " Ye wouldn't be forgetting, Master 
 Jamie, that yer mamma doesn't like 
 ye to touch the fruit without leave ? " 
 
 " I'm afraid for him," murmured the 
 old man, stopping a minute to gaze 
 after the lad. " He's running right in 
 
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 the way o' temptation, just as Eve did ; 
 and them apricots are as nigh to the 
 fruit on the forbidden tree as any thing 
 in nater can be. When he sees how 
 pleasant they are to the eyes, I'm 
 afraid he'll give heed to the cunning 
 whispers of the serpent, as our first 
 mother did." 
 
 Gilson wrapped the apricot care- 
 fully hi the cotton again, and laid it in 
 his deep breast-pocket, then started for 
 the other part of the garden, comfort- 
 ing himself with the thought, — 
 
 " Well, if his mamma isn't there to 
 watch her boy, God is ; and he'll re- 
 member the prayers that are offered 
 up for the child." 
 
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 eMAPTTIR BO. 
 
 JAMIE AND THE ArRICOT. 
 
 AMIE ran down to the end 
 of the walk, and then turned 
 suddenly in the direction of 
 the apricots. He didn't stop 
 to consider what he would do. He 
 only wanted to get out of sight of 
 Gilson, and see whether there were any 
 more as ripe as the one the Scotchman 
 was carrying to mamma. 
 
 He soon reached the . place, when 
 Rover gave a loud, joyful bark. What 
 made Jamie try to quiet him so quick- 
 
 " Hush, hush, Rover ! Don't make 
 
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 such a noise ! " And what made him 
 look up and down the walks to see 
 whether anybody was in sight ? A few 
 moments before, he had not been afraid 
 to meet any one. 
 
 '* Oh, oh ! don't they look nice ? " he 
 said softly to himself. "They make 
 my mouth water. There's one on that 
 lowest branch. I'm sure that is ripe. 
 I'll just feel of it. Why, how easy it 
 came off! I didn't think it would drop 
 so quick. Oh, my ! how sour and hard 
 it is! I'm sorry I came here. I 
 thought it would be very sweet." 
 
 Just under the tree, he presently 
 saw another apricot looking very mel- 
 low. It was inside the trellis ; and he 
 had to work some time with a stick 
 
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 before he could reach it. At last he 
 had it in his hand, and found it was 
 quite soft On one side there was a 
 small hole, where an insect had eaten 
 to the stone ; and this had caused it 
 to fall from the branch. 
 
 Jamie put it to his mouth, rejoicing 
 that no one was in sight ; when, sud- 
 denly, he let the rich, juicy fruit, only 
 half eaten, drop to the ground. He 
 thought he heard a voice behind him 
 saying, " Thou, God, seest me." 
 
 This was one of the verses he had 
 learned that morning, and which his 
 kind mamma had explained to him. 
 She told him how good God was, and 
 how tenderly he watches over all his 
 creatures to shield them from harm; 
 
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 that if his eye should leave them for 
 one minute, or his protecting care be 
 withdrawn, they would die. 
 
 She told him also that no one could 
 do a wrong act without God seeing it, 
 and being displeased ; and now Ja- 
 mie's heart beat sadly as he remem- 
 bered that God had been with him be- 
 hind the trellis, when he thought that 
 no one could see him, that his eye had 
 witnessed the dreadful sin of which he 
 had been guilty. 
 
 " Oh, dear ! " he exclaimed, beginning 
 to cry, " I'm so sorry. I wish I had 
 thought quicker. Oh! what shall I 
 do?" 
 
 All this time, Kover stood looking in 
 his face very soberly. He seemed to 
 
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 know that something had gone wrong, 
 and that his young master was sad. 
 He did not like to see Jamie cry ; and 
 so he wagged his tail, and caught hold 
 of the little fellow's sack, trying to 
 say,— 
 
 " Can't I do something to comfort 
 you?" 
 
 Presently he heard a voice in the 
 distance calling, " Jamie ! Jamie ! " 
 
 He knew it was mamma; but he 
 dared not meet her eye, and so he 
 ran away as fast as he could go. 
 
 This was the way Adam and Eve 
 did when they had sinned in eating the 
 forbidden fruit. They heard the voice 
 of God calling to them in the garden ; 
 and they went and hid themselves. 
 
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 At the farther end of the garden 
 was an orchard of apple and pear trees, 
 and, beyond this, an open field belong- 
 ing to a neighbor, who did not care to 
 cultivate it. The coarse grass grew up 
 in the summer, and died off in the fall 
 when the frosts came. 
 
 Jamie ran on through the orchard, 
 picking up a lost battledoor which lay 
 hidden in the long grass, until he came 
 to this open field. Here he sat down 
 to think ; and Rover sat quietly on the 
 ground by his side. 
 
 If you look at the picture, I am sure 
 you will pity poor Jamie, and be sorry 
 that his wicked heart had led him into 
 sin. 
 
 He had been to this place before ; 
 
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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 but it had never looked so desolate as 
 now. The tears he had shed when he 
 stood by the apricot-tree had dried 
 away on his face ; but, as he sat there 
 so still at the foot of a huge oak, they 
 began to flow again. 
 
 " I wish I had remembered sooner," 
 he kept saying over and over ; " I for- 
 got that God was there." 
 
 Poor Rover began to lick his mas- 
 ter's hand, looking wistfully in his flice ; 
 and at last he began to pull his sack, 
 as if he would say, — 
 
 " We have stayed here long enough. 
 We had better go home." 
 
 " Yes, yes," said Jamie, starting from 
 the ground; "I'll go home and tell 
 mamma all about it. She will pray to 
 
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 God to forgive me ; and then, perhaps, 
 I shall feel happy again." 
 
 He was on his way across the or- 
 chard when he met Gilson. " Your 
 mamma has been looking everywhere 
 for you, Master Jamie," said the old 
 man kindly. 
 
 "I'm going to the arbor now," fal- 
 tered the child in an humbje tone. 
 
 But neither in the arbor nor in her 
 own chamber could mamma be found. 
 At last, nurse said company had come, 
 and her mistress was in the parlor with 
 the ladies. 
 
 Jamie felt as if he could not wait. 
 His heart ached with its heavy burden. 
 He wanted to lay his head on mamma's 
 shoulder, and confess his disobedience. 
 
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 He felt now that he had been guilty, 
 not only of breaking her command 
 never to touch the fruit, but he had 
 told a falsehood, because he had prom- 
 ised he would obey. 
 
 He listened and listened for the vis- 
 itors to leave the house, and drive away 
 in the carriage which was waiting at 
 the gate. The minutes seemed like 
 hours. At last he grew so very miser 
 able that he fell down on his knees, 
 and began to confess his sin to his heav- 
 enly Father. He was so earnest in 
 this, that he did not hear the merry 
 voices in the hall as the ladies said 
 u Good-by," nor his mamma coming up 
 the stairs. He heard nothing until 
 there was a step close at his side : then 
 
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 he sprang up, and threw his . arms 
 about mamma's neck, and told her 
 all he had done. 
 
 My young reader, what do you think 
 mamma did ? Do you suppose she 
 pushed him away,- and called him a 
 wicked boy, and said she never would 
 forgive him ? No, indeed ! She pressed 
 him to her heart, and wept over him, 
 whispering words of comfort and hope. 
 
 She reminded him that God loved 
 penitent children ; that he has prom- 
 ised to forgive such as truly repent of 
 their sins. When Jamie was a little 
 more calm, she knelt with him by his 
 low couch, and entreated the compas- 
 sionate Saviour to have mercy upon 
 her dear son ; and she asked the gra- 
 
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DAISY DALE STORIES. 
 
 cious Spirit to help him resist evil, and, 
 when he was tempted, to remind him 
 of the words he had learned, — 
 « Thou, God, seest me ! " 
 
 (60) 
 
THE NEW SOCIETY. 
 
 Th£ kittle Sunbeam* 
 
 RANDPA and Ida were 
 looking out one day on the 
 sun just peeping through 
 the clouds. He repeated to 
 
 jr a hymn. Would you like to hear 
 
 \ 
 
 " A little sunbeam in the sky 
 
 Said to itself one day, 
 * I'm very small ; but why should I 
 
 Do nothing else but play ? 
 " I'll go down to the earth, and see 
 If there is any use for me.' 
 
 The violet-beds were wet with dew, 
 
 Which filled each pretty cup : 
 The little sunbeam darted through, 
 
 And raised their blue heads up. 
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DAIST DALE STORIES. 
 
 They smiled to see it ; and they lent 
 The morning breeze their sweetest scent. 
 
 A mother, 'neath a shady tree, 
 
 Had left her babe asleep : 
 It woke and cried ; but, when it spied 
 
 The little sunbeam peep 
 So slyly in with glance so bright, 
 It laughed and chuckled with delight. 
 
 On, on, it went : it might not stay. 
 
 Now through a window small, 
 It poured its glad but tiny ray, 
 
 And danced upon the wall. 
 A pale young face looked up to meet 
 The sunbeam she had watched to greet. 
 
 And now away beyond the sea, 
 
 The merry sunbeam went : 
 A ship ran on the waters free, 
 
 From home and country sent. 
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THE NEW SOCIETT. 
 
 But, sparkling in the sunbeam's play, 
 The blue waves curled around her way. 
 
 But there was one that watched them there, 
 Whose heart was full of pain : 
 
 She gazed, and half forgot her care, 
 And hope came back again. 
 
 She said, ' The waves are full of glee, 
 
 So yet there may be joy for me.' 
 
 And so it travelled to and fro, 
 And glanced and danced about ; 
 
 And not a door was shut, I know, 
 To keep that sunbeam out. 
 
 But ever, as it touched the earth, 
 
 It woke up happiness and mirth. 
 
 I cannot tell the history 
 
 Of all that it could do ; 
 But I tell this, that you may try 
 
 To be a sunbeam too. 
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DAI ST DALE STORIES. 
 
 ' A sunbeam too ! ' perhaps you say. 
 Yes : I am very sure you may. 
 
 For loving words, like sunbeams, will 
 
 Dry up a falling tear ; 
 And loving deeds will often help 
 
 A broken heart to cheer. 
 So loving and so living, you 
 Will be a little sunbeam too." 
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