THE LITTLE ONES.
N"os. 1, 2, 3,
PUBLISHED BY THE
28 CORN ii ILL, BOSTOX.
CHILDREN S BOOK
LIBRARY OF THE
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA
ANSWER TO PEAYEE.
AMMA, how did
you know what
you told poor old
Mrs. Johnson ? "
asked little Kate
Lindsay of her
mother, as they
home one day
from a visit to an
"did God tell you?"
" Yes, my child, he tells us in the Bible,
and all his promises that I repeated to the
poor woman are written there."
" Well, then, I shouldn't think she need
cry and worry so, if God is ready to make
2 ANSWER TO PRAYER.
her happy ! Do you think she "will ask
him, as you told her to?"
" I can not tell that, but I fear she has
neither love nor faith enough to lead her
to pray with the sincerity and trust neces-
sary to win an answer. She must first de-
sire to turn from her wicked ways before
she can expect that God will save her from
the consequences of them."
Kate walked on silently a short distance,
her little feet moving slower and slower,
till at length she suddenly stopped, and
looking up into her mother's face, asked,
" Do you think, 'ma, if I had troubles, and
prayed any thing else than 'Our Father
who art in heaven,' and ' Xow I lay me
down to sleep,' that God would answer
me")" Her great blue eyes were full of
anxious doubt as her mother looked smil-
ingly down into them, saying, " I hope so, as
you always try to be good. You know what
ANSWER TO PRAYER. 3
the dear Saviour said to little children when
he was here 'on earth, and he took them in
his arms and blessed them don't you ? "
"But, 'ma, he has gone up to his home
in heaven, where little children can not go
to him till they die."
" Praying to him, my child, is going to
him as truly as though you could see him,
like the children whom he took in his arms.
And he is just as willing as then to answer
a prayer, or to grant any request, as your
papa or I should be."
" Why, that is almost as good as having
two mammas ! "
" A great deal better, I should think," said
the mother, " because he can do that for you
which no earthly parents can, and is always
near when earthly parents are far away."
Not many clays after this Mrs. Lindsay
was attracted to the nursery by the sound
of her little daughter's voice in prayer, in-
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termingled with pauses and sobbings. She
drew near the partly-opened door, through
which she could see what was passing.
Little Kate was upon the floor, vainly at-
tempting to untie a knot in the strings of
her gaiters, and each unsuccessful efibrt
upon the stubborn knot was followed by an
earnest pleading for divine assistance.
Her older sisters had promised her, if
she would get ready in time, to take her
out with them to gather May flowers with
some of their companions who had just
called. The little creature's heart had
bounded at the thought of going herself to
the woods for the pretty flowers, and her
ill-timed zeal to be quick in exchanging
her gaiters for thick shoes had drawn the
strings into a knot ; hence her great dis-
tress in being unable to loosen it. The
thought of disappointment and of spending
the morning alone, when such a pleasure
ANSWER TO PRAYER. 5
had been so near, was a serious trouble;
but she remembered her mother's words,
spoken a few days before, and with true
faith and hope she asked divine help.
But her little faith was destined to be
severely tried, for the more she prayed the
harder she pulled the string each time, and
the tighter grew the knot, till, utterly de-
spairing of success, she threw herself upon
the floor, covering her face with her little
apron, and sobbing violently.
The next moment she felt the gentle
pressure of her mother's hand upon her
forehead, and heard her sweet voice ask-
ing tenderly what troubled her.
Kate seized the hand, but could scarcely
answer for sobbing, " God won't hear me
pray, as you said he would." Then think-
ing from her mother's silence, or perhaps,
by her own consciousness, feeling that she
had contradicted her mother's words, or
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cast censure upon God she quickly add-
ed, "But perhaps he wasn't at home ; I
guess he wasn't ; " and she looked up to
see if her mother thought with her.
" Xo, my child, God's home is every
where, and he is at all times within hear-
ing of prayer."
" Then I must be wicked, like old Mrs.
Johnson, or he would have helped me," said
Kate ; and she sobbed harder than ever.
The mother gently lifted her up, and sit-
ting down with her on her lap, asked, " Are
you quite sure that your prayer has not been
heard and answered ? "
Kate could only shake her head, and hold
up, as proof, her little foot, on which was
the obstinate knot.
" Is there, then," again asked the mother,
proceeding to untie the knot, " any one
whom you would choose to have sent to
help you rather than your mother ? "
ANSWER TO PRAYER. 7
Kate looked first at the loosened knot,
then at her mother in silent amazement,
and exclaimed, " Why, I never thought of
that ! I didn't expect he was going to send
you, sure enough ! Now I'm sorry I cried
" But / shall be very glad," said her
mother, clasping her tenderly, "if it only
helps my little girl to remember always
that God chooses to answer prayer in his
own best way, and that she need not feel
that her prayers are unheard simply be-
cause she does not see the answer in the
way in which it is given."
Let the little boys and girls who read
this be assured that God is ready and will-
ing to answer their prayers, and though he
may not do it precisely in the way they
expect, they will at some time find, like
little Kate, that he could have chosen noth-
ing better for them.
A CHILD'S FAITH.
A CHILD'S FAITH.
" WILLIE," said a little orphan boy to
his brother, " now we are all alone in the
world ; father, and mother, and aunty are
gone, and there is nobody to take care of
us ; what shall we do ? "
" Oh, I am not afraid," said Willie ; " don't
you remember the verse that dear mamma
taught us ? ' When my father and my
mother forsake me, then the Lord will take
me up.' "
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"DON'T PUSH HIM; HE'S BLIND."
T was Wednesday
afternoon, and the
children of the
village of L
had been spend-
ing an hour very
er. Their friends
had given a " con-
cert " for the lit-
tle folks, so the
which had been
posted about the
for several days, and which the
folks" had read over and over
with great delight. The expecta-
2 DON'T PUSH HIM ;
tions of the children, as to the music,
had been fully realized, and the concert
Walter Gray left the hall with the rest
of the boys ; but while the others ran, and
jumped, and shouted, he walked slowly and
quietly ; and had you been near you would
have noticed that his sister Helen held his
hand in hers, and was leading him. As
they were coming out, Walter happened to
tread upon the foot of one of his play-
mates, and jostle him a little, when the
boy turned angrily toward him, saying,
very roughly, " Keep off my feet, will
you ? " and at the same time giving him a
push that almost threw him and his sister
down the steps.
" Don't push him, George ; he didn't
mean to tread on you, but he couldn't see ;
you know brother Walter's blind now," said
his sister, sadly.
HE'S BLIND. 3
" Well, he might be more careful then,"
answered the unkind boy, as he hurried
away to join the others in a game of ball.
If George had stopped to look into that
pale, patient face, and had seen, as he
might have done, the tears starting out
from Walter's poor blind eyes, I know he
could not have enjoyed his play.
"Never mind, Walter," said his sister,
trying to speak cheerfully, though she was
so much grieved herself that she could
hardly conceal it from him, " never mind ;
we have had a pleasant time at the concert,
hearing the music, and when we get home
I'll finish reading that story to you that I
They walked along together, and on the
way Helen did all she could to bring back
the smiles to Walter's face ; but he could
not soon forget this act of rudeness and
unkindness. Perhaps it will seem to my
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little readers a small thing to be so much
troubled about ; but I believe you will all
agree with me that it is a sorrowful thing
to lose the sight, and I know you think it
very wicked to speak harshly, without rea-
son, to one who is thus unfortunate.
Walter had not been blind ah 1 his life.
Some children, as you know, are born so,
and they, of course, have never fully under-
stood what it is to see, though we pity them,
and sympathize with them ; but he had
been permitted to look out upon this beau-
tiful world, and upon the pleasant faces of
Mends who loved him, till he was nearly
ten years old, and then disease of some
kind came upon him, and he was made
Would you not feel sadly to awake to-
morrow morning, and, as you opened your
eyes upon the light of day, to find that for
you all was darkness ? and when father or
HE'S BLIND. 5
mother came in, to discover that you could
see their faces no more ? Sometimes, when I
have walked out, and have looked with de-
light upon the fields, and trees, and flowers,
I have closed my eyes for a moment, and
thought, " What if this beautiful scene were
now to be shut out from me for ever ! " That
thought has always made me feel more
grateful for the precious gift of sight, and
I have no doubt it would make any one of
you feel the same. But we should always
remember that, whatever our lot may be,
our heavenly Father knows and does what
It seems very strange to me that a boy
who enjoys this great blessing of sight
should ever be unkind to a blind child.
Do you know any little girl or boy who
is blind ? If so, I hope you will always be
very careful not to say or do any thing
which shall needlessly grieve such a child.
6 IT IS AGAINST GOD'S RULE.
It is very delightful to think that God loves
and cares for all these little ones, and that
if they love Christ, he will one day take
them to that bright world where they shall
see his face.
" Xo night is there ; eternal light is given ;
None grope, none fall, there are no blind in
"IT IS AGAINST GOD'S RULE."
LITTLE Arthur wanted to help his father
all he could ; so he went down where his
father's boots were left to be mended. Like
many other men, who seem to care but little
for their words, the shoemaker promised,
but did not perform at the time agreed
upon. He said they were not done. He
was told they would be wanted to-morrow,
IT IS AGAINST GOD'S RULE. 7
it being Saturday afternoon. "I'll bring
them up in the morning," he answered.
Arthur thought a moment, and then
said, fearlessly, "It is against God's rule."
" Well, I'll send them to-night then." He
left the shop, having awakened a new
thought in the young man's mind, who
perhaps was never before reminded by a
child of " God's rule " with regard to the
When Arthur's mother saw him come
home without the boots, she was sorry, be-
cause it was a long walk, and she thought
how tired his father would be at night if he
had to go again for them. But when she
heard what Arthur had to say, it brought a
smile to her face, and caused gratitude in
her heart, that past instructions were taking
root in that young breast which might yet
bless others when her feeble voice was si-
lent here. How is it with all the little read-
IT IS AGAINST GOD'S RULE.
ers of this tract ? Do they remember God's
rule about the Sabbath ?
" "What sound is this, that gently falls
Upon the quiet air :
It is the Sabbath bell, that calls
Men to the house of prayer :
For there God promises to meet
All those who worship at his feet
" Yes ; listen to that chime, my love !
Sweeter than earthly song;
It tells us of that home above,
Where we shall praise ere long:
For if we serve our God below,
With heavenly harps our songs shall flow.
" How gracious has our Father been
In giving Sabbaths here,
To rest our hearts, like pastures green
The weary flocks that cheer !
Oh, let us thank him for this day,
And find it sweet to praise and pray ! "
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PLAY AS A CHRISTIAN.
DDY GRAY and I have
been skating down on
Cranberry Pond," said
James to his mother, one
afternoon, " and I don't
see but that he loves to
skate as well as any boy
"Indeed, my son, and why should he
not love to skate ? "
" Oh, he has become a Christian, you
know, and has joined the church. I thought
they who profess religion didn't do such
things. And besides, he loves coasting
too, and all the boys say he is one of the
best ball-players among us. Is it right,
mother, for Christians to engage in such
plays as these ? "
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" I know of nothing to forbid it, my
child, provided they play as Christians."
" Play as Christians ! Why, mother, how
is that? I never heard of such a thing
" Perhaps not ; and yet true religion will
manifest itself as well in play as in any
thing else. The Christian child will take
care to play at proper times, and in proper
places. He will not neglect for it his*
studies or his work. He will be kind and
obliging to his playmates, will not deceive
or wrong them in any manner. He will
show that he acts from principle here, as
in every thing else, obeying the Saviour's
golden rule, Do unto others as you would
have them do to you.' Does not Eddy
Gray play in this manner?"
" Why, yes, mother, I think he does.
He is always one of the best boys I know,
and we all like him first rate. But I didn't
PLAY AS A CHRISTIAN. 3
know that it was because he was religious.
Do you think he can pray about skating,
and ball-playing, and such things ? "
" I should be very sorry to have him or
you engage in any play upon which you
could not ask God's blessing. The Bible
says, ' Whether ye eat or drink, or what-
soever ye do, do all to the glory of God.'
Innocent recreation, thus engaged in, is not
unbecoming a child of God. We read of
the day when ' Holiness to the Lord ' shall
be written even upon the bells of the horses ;
that is, upon all the occupations and pos-
sessions of men. Why should it not be
written on the sleds and skates of boys, as
well as any thing else ? It is a false and
very injurious notion, that religion is incon-
sistent with any real good. It ought rather
to heighten our enjoyment of it, because it
leads us to recognize and be grateful to the
Giver of all."
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" Well, mother, I shall respect Eddy more
than ever, now I know he acts from prin-
" I trust you will, and I hope that you
too, as well as he, will learn, not only to
work, and to study, but to play as a Chris-
THE SAME GOOD GOD MAKES THE
A LOVELY little girl, not quite six years
old, was out taking a ride with her uncle
and aunt one summer afternoon, when her
uncle noticed a black cloud rising. He
turned the horse about, and made all pos-
sible haste to reach home before the shower
overtook them ; but they were some miles
away: the cloud came up very fast, and
at length burst upon them.
MAKES THE THUNDER. 5
As no other shelter was at hand, they
were obliged to remain in the carriage and
ride on. The rain came down in torrents,
the lightning seemed to grow brighter, and
the thunder louder, every moment. Sud~
denly there was a dazzling flash, and almost
at the same instant a peal of thunder, like
the explosion of a cannon, just above them.
The little girl's uncle leaned forward, and
looking into her face, saw a smile there.
" Are you not afraid, Nellie ? " said he.
" Why, no, indeed ! " answered Nellie ;
" mother says the same good God that
makes the flowers grow makes the thunder
too, and he loves me just as well now
when the sun shines."
LITTLE Annie is about three and a half
years old; and though so young, her active
mind is very -busy in thinking, and her
tongue in asking questions. She has been
regularly to the Sabbath school for a year,
and takes great delight in learning little
verses to say to her teacher.
One Sabbath morning, while walking to
church with her mother, a naughty wish
escaped her lips. "That's very wicked,"
said her mother ; " I'm sorry my little An-
nie should have said it." The little girl
walked silently along a little way, and then
asked, " Why can't I see God ? "
"Because God is a Spirit," said her
" Can he see me ? "
" Yes, he sees you all the time."
GOD HEARS. 7
"Did he hear me when I said that
" Yes, he heard it, and he wasn't pleased
to hear you say it."
After a moment's pause, she added,
" Well, I wonder if he'll let me come to
heaven when I die, now that he heard me
say that naughty thing ? "
" You must be sorry for that, and for
every other naughty thing, and ask God to
forgive you, and keep you from saying
naughty things in future."
" If I was in the house, and the doors
all shut, could God hear me say it ? "
" Yes, he could hear you just as well."
" Well, if I say it like that," (whispering
very low,) " he couldn't hear me."
" Oh, yes, my dear, he could hear every
word, though you spoke it ever so low."
" Then I shan't say it again," said she,
with child-like earnestness.
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Yes, my little readers, God always sees
you, wherever you may be, and hears ever}*
word you speak ; and more than that,
knows even- thought you have, and is
pleased when you do right, and displeased
when you do wrong. Will you not re-
member, and resolve in every thing, as
little Annie did in this, to abstain from
what is wrong, and do what is right ?
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THE CHILDREN'S GARDENS.
ID you ever have
a little garden of
your own ? " said
Carrie Lane to her
cousin Julia, one
morning, as they
looking at some
beautiful flowers in the window. Carrie's
home was in a pleasant village in the coun-
try, and she was now visiting her cousin,
who lived in the city.
" No," answered Julia, " I don't know
how I could have one here. You know how
small our yard is, and it is all covered over
with bricks. I should like a garden very
2 THE CHILDREN'S GARDENS.
" I know you would. We all have them
at home ; there is a plenty of ground there,
and ever}- spring father marks off three
squares at one end of his field one for
Arthur, one for Florence, and one for me ;
and he lets us plant just what we please in
them. He bought a spade and a hoe for
each of us, too, and one large watering-pot
to sprinkle the gardens with when they are
dry. We go out and work in them every
" Oh, that must be delightful. What did
you plant in them ? "
" In one part of mine I planted flower
seeds, and peas and sweet corn in the other.
Florence filled the whole of hers with flower
seeds, and it is very pretty. She marked
it out in the form of a heart ; and when the
seeds came up, it looked as if some one had
made a picture of beautiful green in her
garden. I love flowers ; but I thought I
THE CHILDREN'S GARDENS. 3
should like to have some sweet corn and
peas, as well as flowers, from my own garden.
Arthur laughed a little at us girls, and said
he didn't mean to have any thing but what
was useful ; so he filled a large part of his
garden with corn and potatoes. One of the
schoolboys, who is always playing tricks,
gave him a lot of seeds that he told Arthur
would be something useful, and he planted
them in the rest of his ground ; but when
the corn and potatoes came up, these seeds
came up too, and father told him they were
nothing but a very troublesome kind of
weeds. Arthur felt quite ashamed to be
obliged to pull them up and plant that part
over again. When I came away from home
all the things were growing finely."
" Well, I shall want to go out and help
you work, when I come to visit you in
August. It will be so pleasant to see things
growing that you planted yourself."
4 THE CHILDREN'S GARDENS.
" Yes, we shall enjoy it very much.
Father says he is glad to have us take care
of these little gardens, and he often tells us
to notice the wisdom of Him who ' so clothes
the grass of the field.' And one day when
we were out together, and he found Arthur's
corn, potatoes, and weeds ah 1 springing up
at once, he cold us to remember that those
gardens were like our hearts while we were
young. He said that we might have good
seed sown in them by studying the blessed
word of God and obeying it ; but if we
neglected that, other and bad seed would
be sown there, which would spring up in
our hearts, and make us wicked and un-
happy. I am always reminded of those
words when I see the form of the heart in
THE FIFTH COMMANDMENT.
THE FIFTH COMMANDMENT,
" HONOR thy father and thy mother, that
thy days may be long in the land which the
Lord thy God giveth thee." Exod. 20 : 12.
" Honor thy parents, those that gave thee birth,
And watched in tenderness thine earliest days,
And trained thee up in youth, and loved in all ;
Honor, obey, and love them ; it shall fill
Their souls with holy joy, and shall bring 1 down
God's richest blessing on thee ; and In days
To come, thy children, if they are given,
Shall honor thee, and fill thy life with peace
GOING TO CHURCH.
GOING TO CHURCH.
" MOTHER, I don't want to go to church."
The speaker, a little bright-eyed boy, looked
up into his mother's face with evident doubt
as to the propriety of saying what he had
said. His mother, who had often heard the
same remonstrance, sat down and drew him
to her knee, saying, " Charley, father and
I tell you that it is best for you. Don't
you think we know best ? " Charley made
a petulant reply, and although obliged to
go, yet went in a very unfavorable mood.
Years passed away. Charley had lived
to be a man, and had long gladdened his
mother's heart by living the life of a Chris-
tian. Children, growing up around him,
were taught to tread the path in which he
had been led before. One Sabbath, a
friend, spending the day with him, asked,
GOING TO CHURCH.
" Why do you endeavor to get all your
children to church, whether they wish to go
or not ? You know that many do not ap-
prove of such a course." Turning to his
friend, he replied, " Because I owe it to my
mother that I was saved from infidelity by
the respect for the Christian religion in-
stilled into my heart when she sent me con-
stantly to church."
How sweet upon this sacred day,
The best of all the seven,
To cast our earthly thoughts away,
And think of God and heaven !
How sweet the words of peace to hear,
From him to whom 'tis given
To wake the penitential tear,
And lead the way to heaven ! "
A CHILD'S HYMN.
I AM a very little child ;
I'm very young, and very wild,
And, sometimes, naughty too.
I'm led, by many a foolish thought,
To do the things I never ought
To think of, or to do.
But God, the holy God above,
Is very kind, and full of love
For little ones like me ;
And he will hear me if I pray,
And he will help me ever}* day
A better child to be.
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