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It was a sad. dis- appointment to her—the loss of that ride. It was her own fault, though, and she saw that she had nobody to blame but herself. You might suppose that the lesson she learned at this time would: have cured her of this bad habit. But it did not cure THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 19 her. For a little while she did better. But after a week or two, she was, perhaps, as tardy as ever. I wonder if she will ever be cured of her bad habit.’ Unless she turns over a new leaf in this matter, she will be always making trouble for herself and everybody else who has any thing to do with her. Little girl! beware of this 20 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. habit. Take care that you do not get the name of being al- ways too late. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 91 THE NEW TEA-SET. rth 8 One morning—it was the first day in the year, the time when so many little boys get presents from those who love them— Jane Gregory had a nice tea- set given her. ‘There were cups and saucers, and plates, and knives and forks, and spoons, 22 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. and I know not what else— every thing that Caroline need- ed to use in playing tea. How white the cupsand saucers were! And they were so small and so pretty, that the little girl could not help clapping her hands with delight when she saw them. Some little time after that—_ I do not remember exactly how long—Jane thought she should THE GIRL’S STORY. BOOK. 23 like to have three of her young friends come to her house and _ play with her. The names of these girls were Mary Carpen- ter, Fanny Morgan, and Jose- phine Canfield. Her mother was willing they should come. She was a very kind mother, and loved to please Jane. What a pity that Jane did not try hard to please her mo- ther! 24 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. The girls came; and such a time as they all had playing! Caroline thought she had never been so happy before in all her life. But the sunshine did not last all the afternoon. A cloud came up—then a storm. I will tell you how it was, Jane brought out the new tea-set, and they all. sat down to tea. They had tea, and sugar, and milk, and_ biscuit, THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 25 and cake, and preserves. What a fine time they might have had, if it had not been for the cloud and the storm! “Will you have milk and sugar in your tea?” Jane asked each one of her visitors. “Yes,” Mary Carpenter said, and so. said Fanny Morgan. But Josephine Canfield, who was as full of fun as she could hold, said, No, she would not 26 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. have milk and sugar, she would take sugar and milk. All the girls except Jane laughed heartily at Josey’s answer. As for J ane, she did not like it; and she took pains to let all the girls know that she did not like it. - “Why, Janey,’ said the fun- loving Josephine, “don’t make up such a face about what I said. I’m afraid the milk THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 27 will all turn sour, if you scowl sO. Josey ought not to have said. that, though she did not de- serve much blame, to be sure. She did not mean any harm by it; but she soon saw that there was to be a storm as well asa cloud. The girls laughed as loudly as before, and a little louder, [ guess. Jane’s face grew red with 28 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. anger. She got up, gave the table a push, and upset it. Over it went, with every thing that was on it. What a spilling of tea and milk there was; what a smashing of china; what a jingling of knives, and forks, and spoons ! That put an end to the play, of course. ‘There was no more comfort to be taken that day by any of the four girls. What WO Or ea icaa CTL Tp a ORILOSETOSEA SEEN SETH OETAODETA, os o ap a EP d : py) Ot may Al 1 ES ED zB sy aa “deel 2) del ey mero (Tome As ap = er we x oda C] eX K 19 mi deh) ale E odiiilc AED i GE) cc a Sir! mt dele Ae > daly ©} pat Om DY x g HQ ce a Gl SSID OAPI PINP LOPS PLIES Si : | arin FNAL TLE SCZ KEAOKEADKEAO © G Gh i THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 31 nonsense it was to upset that table, and break that new tea- set! And how bitterly did that foolish girl repent of what she had done, when she got over her fit of anger! Don’t you think she would have given a good deal ‘the next day, if she had not broken her tea-set in such a foolish manner ? But the loss of the tea-set was not the worst of it. She 32 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. felt ashamed to think how she had given way to her temper, and she was afraid that her playmates were so much dis- pleased with what she had done, that they would not love her any more. JULIA AND ANNA IN THE GARDEN. y), C =a! Ay Fm 2 u Ge eae MY FS MZ NIE lee TT aif! ¥ 7% f | 7 neal cL) “Pe AY .s io) Ps , os . THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 35 THE BEE AND THE FLOWERS. A FABLE. One fine morning in summer, as a Bee was flying from flower to flower, in the garden where Julia and Anna were busy taking care of the flower-beds, he overheard the little Wind Anemone and the Blue Violet talking in a tone that showed 36 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. a great deal of earnestness and some ill-humor. The Bee had secured his load of honey, and was ready to go back to ‘his hive. But he had some curr osity to know what his good friends were disputing about ; and so he sat still, in the bot- tom of a lily, where he could not be seen, and listened to all that was said. The Bee soon perceived that THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 37 _ these neighbors were quarrel- ing about very trivial things. They were both anxious to testify their regard for the great Being who had: made them, and taught them to bloom; and each one had her own way of doing it. It so happened, too, that each one not only thought her own way better than her sister’s, but seemed to doubt whether the 38 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. other way was good for any thing. The Anemone did not likea blue corolla—the Violet could not bear a white one. The Anemone thought her sister was too gay—the Violet replied, and said something about false modesty. ‘Then there was a great deal of foolish discussion about the difference in the shape of each other’s leaves THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 39 and petals. ‘By and by they began to speak on the subject of honey; and they could not agree any better than they did before. The Anemone said that her sister shut her heart so closely, that nobody could enjoy ye benefit of her honey. The Violet said that was better than to pretend to keep the heart open, without any 40 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. honey, and she had known some folks do that. The first said, in defence of her opinion, that we were re- quired to let our light shine in the world. The other replied, that we were taught, too, that we must not do things to be seen of men, and that we were not allowed to let our left hand know what our right hand was doing. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 41 The two flowers disputed a long time, and grew more and more excited as they proceeded. At last the Bee flew close to the place where the flowers grew. “Stop a moment, my good friends,” said he. “You seem to have a great talent for hunting up things about which you differ. But pray tell me what have become of all the 42 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. things that you both agree in? Do you not agree in most things of importance ; and is it wise to magnify these little dif- ferences so’ Pardon me, if I tell you, that this angry dispute is unworthy of the Anemone and the Violet.” When he had said this, he kissed each of the flowers, and hurried to his hive. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 43 People of different sects, some of them, at least, may learn a lesson from this Bee, I think. 44 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. THE ORPHAN CHILDREN. James and Emily had once a very kind father and mother, though their father died when they were quite young. I used to know the children very well. How often have I seen them, hand in hand, tripping along to school! Their faces were THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 45 always lighted up with a smile, and they had the name of being very affectionate to each other and very kind to their play- mates. The+mother of these chil- _ dren was a very good lady. She used to talk to them a great deal about God, and about heaven; and many a time she led James and Emily into her room, and knelt down | 46 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. with them, and prayed with them. Oh! how much those chil- dren loved their mother! They thought they could not live without her; and when once she reminded them that she might die, little James threw his arms around her neck, and cried, and said he hoped if his dear mother died, that he and sister Emily might die too, and THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. . 47 be buried where she was. The wish that James had was not right, but it was a very natural one; and when I was a child, I, too, have prayed that God would let me die with my mo- ther, because I loved her so well. It was in the autumn, after the frosts had begun to tinge the forest trees with so many beautiful colors, that James 48 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. and Emily were called one night to their mother’s bed- side, to see her die. She gave them a great deal of good ad- vice, and the last words she uttered were cheerful and hap- py. Oh! what a privilege it is to see the Christian die! She prayed that God would be kind to her dear children, and lead them to heaven; and then she went to her rest. (CZ ae RES 5 c c | f Se \ SS es oman Certegy ed, mapa rea ——\ — NH ee \2 OF 4 proshow te A Beh, a wr) ore © rs he Vemsy CARI) As ., Ss Her. AE THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 51 Long and bitterly did these orphans weep when they saw that their mother was dead; but they did not forget the many good counsels she had given them while she was liv- ing. ‘They remembered where she had directed them to go for comfort. ‘There they went, with their eyes full of tears. They went to their room, and knelt down together, and 52 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. asked the Lord to take care of them, to make them good chil- dren, to keep them from sin, and to prepare them to go where their mother had gone. “I begin now,” said little Emily, who was more calm than her brother, “I begin now to see what a precious book the Bible is. Do you not re- member, dear brother, where it says,‘ When my father and my THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 53 mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up?’ That is for you and me, I am sure it is. Don’t cry any more, James, dear James;” and she kissed the tears away from her bro- ther’s face, and read to him some of the sweet Psalms which their mother loved. ¢“ But did the Lord take care of those children? What be- came of them?” I hear you ask. 54 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. They remembered the les- sons they had learned of their mother, and of their Sabbath- school teachers. And they did not forget that God had said, “Those that seek me early shall find me;” and there was something within their own breasts that told them these words were true. The other day I took upa newspaper, and as I was look- THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK, 55 ing it over, I saw that Emily was dead. ‘That notice in the paper made me think of this story. She was eighteen years old, I believe. She died with a bright hope of eternal life. James is a minister of the Gospel. I have not seen him for several years; but I learn that he is a good man, and trying to do good to others. 56 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. “WHAT IS AN ALLEGORY” > <> fe “Mother,” said little Sue, one day, when she was reading a new book which her father had just bought for her, “Mother, what is an allegory?” “My dear,’ Mrs. Birchard replied, “what makes you ask the question ?” THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 57 “Because, said Sue, “I have come across the word in this new book, and I don’t know the meaning of it.” “Why don’t you look in the dictionary?” her mother asked. Sue replied that she had looked in the dictionary, and had read what the dictionary said over and over again, but that she was not any wiser for it. “What does the dictionary 08 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. say, Sue?” asked Mrs. Birchard. “Read it.” Sue read the definition from the dictionary: “A figurative sentence or discourse, in which the principal subject is describ- ed by another subject resem- bling it m its properties and circumstances.” Mrs. Birchard laughed, and said, “Well, my dear, I do not wonder that you are no wiser THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 59 after reading what the diction- ary has to say about the word. The definition was not intended, I suppose, for quite as young girls as you are. It is difficult to describe an allegory to chil- dren, without giving them an example. Let me see. You have read some in the ‘Pil- grim’s Progress, have you not ?” “Yes, ma’am,” Sue. said. 60 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. “When aunt Hannah was here last winter, we used to read in the ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’ almost every day. Aunt Hannah told me what it all meant. I could not understand it, with- out her help. It is a beautiful book. I liked it very much.” “Well, that beautiful book is an allegory. A great deal of truth, and very important truth, too, is taught there in THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 61 figures. ‘That is, certain per- sons and things represent, or stand for, certain other persons and things. Christian, Faith- ful, Giant Despair, Doubting Castle, Vanity Fair, are all JSigures, each representing some person, or something else; and so it is through the whole book. The ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’ is perhaps the greatest and most wonderful allegory ever written 62 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. in the world. ‘There are some beautiful allegories in the Bible. The eightieth Psalm is written in the form of an allegory.” Mrs. Birchard read a few ver- ses from the Psalm. “That is very beautiful,” said Sue, “isn’t it, mother ?” “Tt is, indeed,’ said Mrs. Birchard ; “and there are a great many other things in the Bible, of the same kind, quite THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 63 as beautiful. I saw a new al- legory the other day, a very pretty one. You would like that, [am sure. The book in which I saw it is not within my reach now. But I guess I can repeat it pretty nearly in the words of the man who wrote it.” “Who did write it, mother?” “Mr. Leonard Withington, I believe. He is a very beau- 64 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. tiful writer. You will say so when I repeat the allegory to you.” THE SLEEPING CHILD. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 67 Suocence, Pemary, ant Bape. AN ALLEGORY. A child fell asleep; and he dreamed that three bright and beautiful angels stood over him. And while he wondered at the sight, one of them spoke to another, and said, “I have brought this garment of pure white, and this white lily, that - 68 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. will never fade, to give to him who is spotless and good.” And the boy saw that on the angel’s forehead was written her name. It was Innocence. Then another angel spoke in reply, and said, “ Look in this elass which I hold m my hand, and you will see the picture of this sleeping child’s life to- day. “See how he has been disobedient, and thoughtless, THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 69 and passionate, and has forgot- ten God and his prayers. I, too, would have given him this casket of precious jewels, but I cannot bestow them on such » one.” Then the boy read the angel’s name in her fore- head. It was Memory. Then spoke the third angel. “I, too, would have given him this golden crown, if he had been true and good.” And 70 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. her name the child read. It was Hope. Then the sleeper trembled, when he remembered how he had spent a wicked and thought- less day. And the angels bent ther bright eyes sadly upon him; and Hope said, “We will meet here again in a year from this night.” Then they suddenly vanish- ed, and the sleeping boy awoke, THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. "1 Very sadly he thought of his dream. But he resolved, from that time, to lead a better life. ~ And every night he called up all he had done during the day; and repented when he remembered that he had done wrong, and asked for pardon through Jesus Christ. And so the year went round. Again he dreamed; and in his dream the three angels came 72 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. again, and smiled on him. “Now,” said Memory, “I can give him the box of jewels— the precious gems of virtue, and the recollection of good deeds, of kind and pure words, and happy thoughts—better than all the riches of the world.” “And I,” said Innocence, “will give him now the lily that never fades—the spirit of glad- THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 73 ness, and the white robe of pu- rity, such as the angels wear.” «And I,” said Hope, “have brought for him the golden crown. Then the sleeping child thought he beheld himself ly- ing there, with the golden crown on his head, and the lily in his hand, and he was clad in the white robe of Innocence and the jewels of Memory, and [4 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. in the sky above him he heard the sound of music ; and look- ing up, he saw many bright ones, with harps in their hands. The stars rose in the sky, and the moon shed its light on the child’s face, and still he slept on. And they found him in the morning, with a sweet smile on his lips, as if he were in a pleasant dream. But his eyes THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. [5 never opened on this world again. His spirit was not there. That had gone up with the angels. "6 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. “WHAT IS THE MATTER*® a Do you see that girl sitting in the yard yonder, all alone, with her face as red as a beet, and about as long too? ‘That 1s Mary Preston. She has been crying. And , what do you think is the matter ? “T guess somebody has been THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 17 teasing her, and she feels griev- ed about it.” No, nothing of the kind. “Has she fallen, and hurt herself ?” No. “What is the matter with her, then? What is she griev- ed about ?” She is not grieved at all. “What made her cry, then?” Don’t you know that children 78 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. cry sometimes when they are not grieved? I have known some of my little friends cry quite as loud and as long when they were angry as when they were grieved. “I hope this little girl is not angry.” Well, perhaps that is not exactly what is the matter with her. Tl tell you what has happened, and then, per- ¥ THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 19 haps, you can judge for your- self. Her little playmate, Jesse Ray, wanted to sit down in her chair. Mary was not using her little chair, and there was no good reason why she should not have let him sit in it a while. Jesse asked for it as prettily as he could. “Mary,” said he, “will you please to let me sit in your chair?” @ 80 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. But Mary said, “No,” and sat down in it herself. Mary’s mother saw what was going on, and she did not like the way in which her child acted. “My dear,” said she, “give Jesse the chair.” The little girl obeyed, and rose from the chair. Jesse sat down in it. But Mary burst out crying. Do you think oe ‘ia yBr s THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 81 that was because Mary was grieved ! “No, sir; I should thnk something else was the matter with her.” And so should I. She did not like it, because she could not have her own way, and her own way was a very selfish one indeed. I have heard of a dog m a manger, where a horse was eat- 6 82 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. ing hay, who kept up a furious © barking, so that the horse was frightened away. Now the dog did not want to eat the hay. Dogs do not eat hay at all. He was so self- ish that he would neither eat the hay himself, nor let the horse eat it. It seems to me, that Mary (though she was generally a very good girl, I must say); it seems to me that THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 83 Mary, in this matter of the little chair, acted very much like the dog in the manger. She did not really want the chair herself, and she was not willing that Jesse should have it. | “I should think that was a very foolish thing to cry about.” Yes, it was foolish enough. Mary showed a bad spirit, too. 84 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. I hope you will never act as she did. Mary felt very sorry for her conduct afterward, and promised her mother that she would never do so again. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 85 CHASING AFTER PLEASURE, —__—3 e——__—__—_— The way to find pleasure is not to chase after it. Stay where you are, and make the most and the best of what you have and are likely to have, and you will be happy enough, if I am not much mistaken. Some girls and boys—I know 86 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. a good many such—spend half their time in sighing after some- thing they cannot get, and if they could get it, just as likely as not they would not be any happier. Stella Bridgeton is never happy. I scarcely ever see her enjoying herself as other girls do of her age. I used to think it was very strange; but I found out the reason awhile HE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 87 ago. Isaw that she was always | chasing after pleasure. She forgets that pleasure is close to her, and that she has no need - to go a rod to get it. If she owns a pretty doll, she does not seem to care much for it, if she happens to see one somewhere that she takes a notion Is prettier. She makes me think of the butterflies I have seen in the 88 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. meadow, when the ground is covered with blossoms of the clover, and the dandelion, and the buttercup, and the lily. The foolish butterflies will not stop to enjoy any of the flowers, but will just sip a little honey from one, and then fly away to another, because they think it a sweeter flower than the one they have left. Stella makes her friends very BUTTERFLIES. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 91 unhappy by her not enjoying the things she ‘has, and by her frequent teasing for something else. | Children are not the only ones, [ am sorry to say, who spend their time in chasing after pleasure, after the fashion of the butterfly. ‘Thousands are living for this world alone. They have scarcely a thought about any thing higher. One 92 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. might suppose that such people would be very happy. But they are not at all happy. They run so hard after pleas- ure, that they run right over it. They think it is a great way off; while they are already stepping on it. Oh, what folly it is to waste all the precious hours of life in this manner ! I tell you what it is, my dear young friend, if you want to THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 93 be happy, you can be. Vl tell you another thing, too, while ['m about it. If you are not happy with the things you have already, there is a very poor chance that you will be happy, if you should get the things which you are whining after. Never chase after pleasure. Make the best of what you have. That is the secret of 94 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. happiness. Did you ever read those beautiful lines of Mrs. Osgood, about the way to be happy! She gives a little - dialogue between a mother and her daughter. It might have been Stella and her mo- - ther, for aught I know. THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. 95 Che Dialogue. The child speaks first, and says to her mother : CHILD. I wish I had a golden star, Pd wreath it in my hair: Look, mother, how it shines afar! Tis like a jewel rare! And then the mother answers | " ; —— it” es 96 THE GIRL’S STORY BOOK. her in the following beautiful words: MOTHER. Yes, love; but see! you might have had A treasure far more sweet ; In gazing on that star, you’ve crushed The Heart’s-ease at your feet. ¥ Dy, eh ath a te ™ a = = Deut: » ~ — eo . ~ . er ae on ae we Were ‘ ex . . Hy a G Se" +> > De a Om ae Regie ty See m SE ME OT Se BR LE 3 picket eae sihcgpa : $ be : ae" Me ’ 3 Oe Rete hE Ki ‘ t 9% . * & cad 4 * 2 ¢ mae o 4 | ( }