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Title: Pleasing Stories for Good Children with Pictures

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: March 2, 2008 [EBook #24738]

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PLEASING STORIES

FOR

GOOD CHILDREN.

WITH PICTURES.

[Illustration]

BY A FRIEND TO YOUTH.

CINCINNATI:
TRUMAN AND SMITH.
150, Main-street.

[Illustration: LITTLE JANE AND THE POOR MAN.]

PLEASING STORIES FOR GOOD CHILDREN.

LITTLE JANE AND THE POOR MAN.

This is little Jane Anderson and her sister. They have been out this
morning to take a walk. As they were coming home they saw a poor man
lying upon the ground. He was lame, and unable to walk. Jane and her
sister felt very sorry for him, and when they were about leaving they
gave him a few pennies which they had in their bags.--This was very kind
in the little girls. We were glad to see them so willing to part with
their pennies, that they might thus enable the old gentleman to buy a
loaf of bread or some cake for his dinner. We ought always to be ready
to supply the wants of the poor. We know not how soon we ourselves may
become poor, and need the aid of friends.

Did you ever learn the little hymn, which speaks about the poor? It is a
beautiful hymn. We wish you and your little sisters to learn it by
heart. Here it is--

Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?

Not more than others I deserve,
Yet God has given me more:
For I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door.

How many children in the street,
Half naked I behold!
While I am clothed from head to feet
And covered from the cold.

While some poor creatures scarce can tell
Where they may lay their head,
I have a home, wherein to dwell,