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Baptist, +Methodist, Congregationalist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Reformed +Dutch. Not more than three of the members can be of the same +denomination, and no book can be published to which any member of the +Committee shall object. + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + +[Illustration: + + ~Fifth Day.~ + Eddy at the Window,—Just up.—p. 5. +] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + + + + A + FIFTH DAY + IN + MARY CARROW’S SCHOOL. + + -------------------------------- + + THE FORESTERS’ COTTAGE. + + +I will take my little readers over to Eddy Forester’s, this morning. + +There is Eddy at the window, just up. Do you see him in the picture? He +has opened the window, and is glad to find the sun is shining; for the +first thing he thought of this morning, when he awoke, was the +mowing-party to be at Linn’s. + +As soon as Eddy was half-dressed, he went to the little bedroom where +Lily slept, and called, “Sister Lily! Sister Lily! Get up; it isn’t +raining, and we shall have the hay-making party this afternoon.” + +Lily was apt to be sleepy in the morning, and she would not get up; but +Eddy called and thumped at the door till his little sister was wide +awake, and then she got up and came to open it. He kissed her and said, +“Come, Lily, I will help you to carry your clothes down to mother’s +room, and she will dress you. If you were not such a big girl, I would +carry you, too; but I’m afraid, if I did that, we might both get a +tumble. Don’t you think we should, Lily?” Lily was sometimes a little +cross when she first waked in the morning; but Eddy talked to her till +she was in a good humour. He liked to take her out with him in the +morning, when he went to do what he could for his mother before +breakfast, and he sometimes had to bear a good deal with her little pets +and humours before they could get off. + +Their mother heard them talking overhead, and then she heard their +little naked feet pattering along the entry and on the stairway; and she +wondered why they were so long coming to her. + +Shall I tell my little readers why Eddy and Lily stopped on their way? + +In the stairway wall, about half-way down, there was a small window +which overlooked the garden. + +There was something in the garden which had been placed there the day +before. Eddy knew of it, but Lily did not. It was a _beehive_, for the +bees to make honey in. + +When they were on the step, just under the little window, Eddy said, +“Stop, Lily, and I will show you something you have never seen—something +that begins with a B. Would you like to see it?” + +_Lily._ Yes, Eddy. What is it? A little pig? + +_Eddy._ No. I said it began with a B, not with a P. You must guess +again. + +_Lily._ A pussy-cat? + +_Eddy._ No. It begins with B, I tell you. That is not it, either. + +Lily could not guess, and Eddy said he would show it to her, if she +could climb up into the window. Then he sat down on one of the stairs, +and told Lily to get upon the step behind him, and to put her foot on +his shoulder, and then she must take hold of the window-sill, and he +would raise her up. Lily did so, and Eddy climbed up beside her, and +showed her the beehive in the garden. + +While they were there, talking about the beehive, their mother called +them, and they soon came down again and ran to her. Lily could hardly +wait to be dressed, she was so eager to have a closer look at the +beehive. Her mother told her she might go with Eddy, if she would not +touch the bees; for if she did, they would sting her. + +After Lily was dressed, her mother took out of the closet a pair of +thick-soled, leather boots, which she was to put on when she went out +with Eddy, early in the morning, while the grass was wet with dew. Then +she wished Lily to sit down, and put them on herself; and while she was +doing this, Eddy went for his boots, and then they set off together to +look at the beehive. + +Eddy slipped back the little door which was placed in the side of the +hive, and then, through the glass, he and Lily peeped, to see the +little, industrious bees at work. They saw them travelling to and fro, +inside of their glass house; but they did not know much about bees, and +could not tell what they were doing. They only knew that bees made wax +and honey, and they knew that honey was very nice, for they had eaten +it. + +[Illustration: + + ~Fifth Day.~ + Eddy and Lily looking at the beehive.—p. 10. +] + +“We will ask Mary all about the bees, when we go to school,” said Eddy. +“She can tell us what they are doing inside of their little house.” + +When they were satisfied with looking at the beehive, and talking about +the industrious little bees, Eddy said— + +“Come, Lily; do you want to go with me to bring Brindle up, for mother +to milk?” + +Lily said “Yes.” And Eddy took her by the hand and led her very +carefully, out of the way of some swampy ground which was near the +garden-wall, and then they had two meadows to cross and a fence to climb +over before they found the cow. Brindle knew Eddy right well, and he had +no trouble in driving her home to the barnyard to be milked. He had a +long stick, which he had cut from a hickory-tree, and whenever Brindle +walked out of the right path, he gave her a little tap with the stick, +and that was quite enough of a hint to turn her into the track again. + +Eddy and Lily loved the old cow, and they played with her, and talked to +her as if she understood them. + +After Lily’s mother had milked the cow, she carried the pail, which was +filled with milk, into the spring-house, and there, on the stone floor, +were two nice, bright tin pans, all ready to receive it. She took down +from its place a fine sieve, which she put first over one pan, and then +over the other, as she poured the milk into them. This was done in order +to strain the milk and have it perfectly clean—free from motes and +hairs, and the small insects which are often flying about barnyards. + +When the pans were filled with the nice new milk, Eddy assisted his +mother in carrying the water, with which to clean her milkpail, and Lily +went to the house to get the cream cup, that it might be filled with +cream for breakfast. + +Then Eddy drove Brindle away back to the meadow, where she could eat her +good breakfast of grass, while his mother and Lily went home to prepare +their’s. + +Lily carried the cream cup, and her mother carried a pot of butter in +cold water to keep it hard. The first thing they did when they went into +the house was to put on dry shoes. + +Then Lily’s mother began to prepare breakfast. Lily could place the +cream and butter and bread on the table, after her mother had cut it; +and she knew where the sugar was kept, and could fill the sugar-bowl, +and she could count as many eggs as were wanted for breakfast, and bring +them to her mother from the pantry. Then she put a plate for her mother, +and one for Eddy, and one for herself, and a knife and fork for each, +and an egg-cup and a napkin. When Lily had done all this, she asked her +mother, (as any other good little girl would do,) if she could assist +her in any thing else? + +Her mother told her she might go up-stairs and take the bedclothes off +Eddy’s little bed, and off her own; first the coverlets, which she could +put on the back of a chair; then the sheets, one by one, and then the +pillows and bolster, which she might place on the window-sills to air. + +When Lily came down-stairs, Eddy had returned, and breakfast was ready. +It was only six o’clock, when the Foresters sat down to their morning +meal. They were a happy little family of love. They always rose early, +and finished their tasks before breakfast, and when they came to the +table, they enjoyed their meal as much as any prince in his palace could +do. They had found the great secret of happiness—they were contented +with their lot. Eddy’s mother would sometimes say, her cottage and her +children made her a little Garden of Eden, in the midst of which God had +planted her, that she might dress it and keep it. + +Eddy and Lily had a great deal of talk with their mother at table. They +asked her questions, and she answered them, and instructed them in many +things. + +“I will take another egg, if you please, mother,” said Eddy, “and some +more bread and butter. I am very hungry this morning.” Eddy and Lily ate +their eggs as their mother had taught them, without soiling their +fingers at all. They took their knives, and cracked a line round the +shell, near the large end, about half an inch from the top. Then they +peeled off the shell where it was cracked, and put their eggs into +little cups, which their mother had placed for each of them, the peeled +end being uppermost; and with their spoons they ate the egg from the +shell. There is another way to eat eggs. Cut through the middle of the +shell into the egg, and with the thumb and finger of each hand break it +open; hold the cut part next to your cup or glass, and let the contents +of the shell fall into your cup. But little boys and girls are not apt +to do this dexterously; so, for fear of soiling their fingers, (which is +a very offensive habit, at table,) they had better eat eggs as Eddy and +Lily Forester did. + + + + + THE WALK TO SCHOOL. + + +As Eddy and Lily walked to school, they had to wait, when they got to +the wide turnpiked road, for two travelling-carriages to pass. While +they waited, a little curly-headed boy dropped something out of one of +the carriage windows, and Eddy told Lily to stand still where she was, +while he went and picked it up. It was a large humming-top, and when he +handed it to the little boy who had dropped it, the little boy said, “I +thank you, Eddy Forester. I wish you would ask your mother to let you +come and see me, when we come back, and I will show you how my top hums +when I spin it.” Eddy said he would like to come, and then the carriage +passed on. It belonged to their neighbour, Thompson, a gentleman who had +a beautiful country-seat near the Foresters’ cottage. + +“I wish _we_ could ride in that pretty carriage, and have little ponies, +as Willy and Alfred Thompson have,” said Lily. “Don’t you, Eddy?” “Yes,” +said Eddy. “I wonder why mother hasn’t as much money as the Thompsons, +and why she cannot have servants to milk and get breakfast and dinner, +as they have, instead of doing it all herself.” + +“I don’t know why it is,” said Lily; “but we will ask Mary as soon as we +go to school.” + +“Oh, yes,” Eddy replied. “Mary knows; she can tell us all about it, and +about the bees too.” + +And with this happy hope of an answer to all their questions and doubts, +the little brother and sister began to look about them for something +else to enjoy and talk about. + +“Look! look! Lily. Here is an ant-hill. Don’t tread on it. The little +ants are bringing grains of sand to make it bigger.” + +_Lily._ Why do they creep in at that hole in the top of the hill? Do you +know, Eddy? + +Then they both stooped down and watched the little ants; and while they +did so, Eddy told his sister that the hill was the house which the +little ants had built for themselves to live in, and that the hole at +the top was their front-door, where they went in and out of their house. + +_Lily._ Why do they go in and out of it? + +_Eddy._ Because they are building little rooms inside of it, and those +pellets of sand and earth which they carry in with them are what they +build with. They use those little pellets just as the masons use bricks +when they build houses for people to live in. They pile them up close +together to make the walls and ceilings of their little rooms, inside +the hill which you see. + +_Lily._ Who told you about it, Eddy? + +_Eddy._ Mary told me one day, when she and I carried some things over to +Mike’s mother. She and I stopped to look at some ant-hills, and we +talked about them all the way home. + +_Lily._ What else did Mary tell you about the little ants? + +_Eddy._ She said that after the rooms inside the hills were finished, +the ants laid their eggs in them; and when the sun made the little rooms +nearest the top of the hill too warm for the eggs, the ants removed the +eggs into the cellar of their houses; for they make rooms under the +ground as well as above it. When the young ants come out of the eggs, +then there are too many to live in one house, and the father and +mother-ants and the children-ants all set to work together, and build +another little house. + +_Lily._ Oh! Eddy, what a pretty story about ants! Do you know any more? + +_Eddy._ Yes. Mary told me these little brown ants were called +mason-ants, because they build their houses as masons do; and she said +there were different kinds of ants, and some time she would tell me more +about them. + +When Eddy and Lily were satisfied with looking at the ants and their +little houses, they went on again to school. Suddenly, Lily screamed, +“Oh, Eddy! Eddy! Take it off! Do take it off! Do kill it!” + +“What is the matter?” said Eddy. But poor little Lily only jumped about +and cried, “Oh, the ugly thing! The ugly thing!” + +At length Eddy discovered that a caterpillar had fallen on Lily’s neck, +from one of the trees under which they were walking. + +He begged Lily to be quiet while he took it off, telling her at the same +time that it would not hurt her. He then picked a green leaf and held it +close to the caterpillar, and the caterpillar crept off Lily’s neck and +came upon the leaf. As soon as she knew it was off, she wanted to kill +it. + +“Oh no! You must not,” said Eddy; “let the poor little thing have some +breakfast, out of this tender green leaf. We have had our’s, you know, +and this leaf is the little caterpillar’s bread and butter.” When Lily +understood that the caterpillar would not bite, nor poison her, she +looked at it, as Eddy pointed out the pretty bright rings round its +body, and the little horns on its head; and when he told her that a +pretty butterfly would come out of the caterpillar, if it were let +alone, she was glad she did not kill it. + +As they walked along, Lily spied a beautiful rose, just outside of a +garden railing. She was running off to pluck it, but Eddy held her by +the arm. + +[Illustration: + + ~Fifth Day.~ + They saw a gentleman sitting in an arm-chair, with a book in his lap, + and his eyes uplifted.—p. 25. +] + +“It is not your’s, you know,” said Eddy. “It would be stealing, to take +it.” + +“Would it?” said Lily. “Then let us go and ask for it.” “So we will,” +said Eddy; and they turned back a short distance, to a garden-gate, +which they opened and passed through. They found themselves in a +beautiful garden, where were flowers of various kinds all in bloom. Lily +could hardly keep her hands from them, but Eddy told her she must not +touch them without leave. They went on, until they came to a door, which +was partly open. They peeped in, and saw a gentleman sitting in an +arm-chair, with a book on his lap, and his eyes were uplifted as if he +were praying. “It is our pastor,” whispered Eddy, and at that moment the +good man espied his little visitors. He held out a hand to each, and +said, “Well, my little children, have you any thing to say to me this +morning?” + +Eddy told him their errand, and he immediately laid down his book, put +on his hat, took his cane, and walked with them into the garden. + +“May we have one of your pretty roses?” said Lily. + +“Yes! That you shall, my little daughter, and as many other flowers as +you like. Now, come and show me which you admire most, and I will cut +them for you.” + +Their good pastor made them up a beautiful nosegay, and then dismissed +them, inviting them to come and ask for flowers again, if they wanted +them. + +Eddy and Lily ran off to school with the flowers, and Lily said they +would give them to Mary. On the way, Lily stopped to listen to +something. + +“What is that noise, Eddy? Do you hear it?” + +_Eddy._ Yes. It is the mill-wheels grinding wheat, to make flour; but we +must not stop now any longer, or we shall be late at school. + +Eddy and Lily were the last at school, but not late. They met Mary, just +as they went up the lane, and ran to her with the flowers. + +“Thank you! Thank you! for your beautiful gift,” said Mary. “I will give +you each a kiss for it.” + + * * * * * + +“Definitions, arithmetic, spelling, reading, sewing, and philosophy is +the order of to-day,” said Charles Linn. “Come, let us be at work, so +that we may have plenty of time to play in our harvest-fields this +afternoon. Father says we may do as we like—make hay or help bind the +wheat-sheaves. At any rate, we shall have fine fun. Father is coming out +to work with us, and, at lunch-time, mother will come and bring the +baby.” + +“May I nurse the baby, Charles?” said Lily Forester. + +_Carry Deacon._ I like kittens better than babies, because babies cry, +and kittens don’t. + +_Mary._ Come, now, we must get to work, and talk about the respective +merits of babies and kittens at some other time. What is the lesson in +philosophy? We will take that first. + +_Charles._ The atmospheric air. + +_Mary._ What can you tell me about the atmospheric air? + +_Charles._ It has _weight_. + +_Susan Field._ It has _colour_. + +_Mary._ Lucy Linn, please to give me some proof that the air has colour? + +_Lucy._ The blue sky is a proof of it. + +_Mary._ How does that prove it? Is there any thing beyond the sky? Any +surface which reflects this colour, and makes it appear blue? + +_Charles._ No. The atmospheric air is really of a blue colour; and we +see it only in the sky, because between our eye and that distance a +great space is filled with atmospheric air. The air is composed of +transparent particles, and we must see a great number of these particles +lying close together, in order to discover their true colour. + +_Mary._ Can you make this more clear to me by illustration? + +_Charles._ Yes, I think I can. If I take any transparent substance, a +piece of glass for instance, so slightly coloured that I cannot tell +whether it is blue, or pink, or green, by placing another piece of the +same kind of glass behind it, the colour will be deepened; and if I +place a number of pieces of glass of the same kind together, the whole +of them will be so distinctly blue, or pink, or green, that in this way +I can discover the colour of the first piece. + +Just so I obtain the colour of the air. The particles which fill the +space between you and me, being transparent, appear colourless because +there are so few of them together; and if I look beyond you, out of the +window, to the woods across there, I still perceive no colour in the +atmosphere. But if I look far, far beyond, through as much space as my +eye can take in, then I find out the colour of the air, because I see a +sufficient number of its particles, one behind another, to give it to +me. + +_Mary._ Is there any other transparent fluid, the colour of which you +can find out by the same means? + +_Carry D._ Yes. Water. If I stand on the bank of a river, or on a boat, +or in any situation where I see a large body of water, it appears +coloured; sometimes blue, sometimes green. And I know I can only find +out its true colour, by seeing a large body of it; because, if I were to +take a cup and fill it with this same water, it would be colourless in +the cup. + +_Mary._ Very satisfactory. Now I should like to have some proof that the +air has _weight_. + +The scholars hesitated, and Mary asked them if flies, walking on the +ceiling without falling, had any thing to do with the weight and +pressure of the atmosphere? + +_Lucy._ Yes. I remember now what you told us about that. The feet of +flies are so constructed that when they place them on any surface, the +atmospheric air is excluded. There is, then, no air between their feet +and the ceiling, or wall, or pane of glass, on which they are walking, +and the weight of the atmospheric air on the outer surface of their feet +keeps them in their position, and prevents them from falling. + +_Mary._ What else can you tell me about it? + +_Charles._ The weight of the air falls equally on every side of a body +which is exposed to it. + +_Mary._ Give me a proof of it. + +_Charles._ I keep my upright position as I stand before you, because the +atmospheric air is pressing equally upon the top of my head, and on both +sides of me. If the air pressed with greater weight on my head than on +other parts of my body, I should stoop instead of standing upright; if +it pressed with greater weight on one side of my body than on the other, +I should lean from my perpendicular position. + +_Mary._ Very good. What would be the effect upon you if the air had no +weight, and if there was no pressure upon the surface of your body? +Would you fly, as the birds do? + +_Charles._ No; because the spaces in my bones, and in other parts of my +frame, contain more fluids and less gases than those in the body of a +bird. + +_Mary._ Very true. And so wisely has our Heavenly Father fashioned all +his creatures, that they can only live and move and support themselves +by obeying the laws of their respective organizations. Our Heavenly +Father intended that you should stand still, or sit, or lie, in any +position you choose, without feeling the weight of the atmosphere which +surrounds you; and He has filled the spaces within your bodies with just +so much power of resistance to this outside pressure, so that you can +keep yourself steadily in any position which you choose to assume. + +What causes the piece of leather, which you call your sucker, to adhere +to the stone on which you place it? + +_Charles._ The weight of the atmosphere. + +_Mary._ Explain, if you please, the whole matter to us. + +_Charles._ I asked our shoemaker to cut for me a round piece of leather, +rather larger than a silver dollar. I then made a hole in the middle of +it, through which I slipped a piece of twine, making a knot in the end +of the twine to prevent it from slipping back. I then wetted the leather +until it was quite pliable, and would adhere closely to any surface on +which I placed it. I selected a smooth stone, placed the leather upon +it, and stamped my foot down on it; and then father, and old Pete, and +myself, successively tried to pull it off the stone, but it adhered so +closely that, when we attempted to raise it, we lifted the stone and +all! + +_Mary._ What produced this effect? + +_Charles._ The weight of the atmospheric air upon the leather. + +_Mary._ But if the air presses equally on every part of the surface of a +body, why did not the weight of the air on the under part of the leather +force it up? + +_Charles._ There was no air to press upon the under surface. It was +excluded by the adhesion of the leather to the stone; and there was no +resistance below to the pressure above it. Hence, it retained its place. + +Mary now went to the closet, and brought out the little pot, from which +the water would not run freely the day before, at the tea-party. She +held it up, and asked her class if any of them could tell her why the +water did not run freely out of the spout, when they attempted to pour +out tea. Each of the scholars took the pot and examined it, but no one +could answer the question. + +Mary then filled the pot with water and closed it with the lid. Then she +attempted to pour out the water into a little basin. At first it ran out +freely, but it soon flowed only in drops. + +“You have told me, Charles,” said Mary, “that the air has weight. Now +the spout of the pot is filled with air, and when I pour out the water +at first, the resistance which the water meets from the pressure of the +air in the spout is not great enough to prevent it from flowing out; but +after the air in the spout has been forced out by the water, you +perceive, (do you not?) that the water, as I continue to pour it, meets +with the pressure of the whole surrounding atmosphere, and that is too +great to allow the water to run freely. How is this?” + +_Charles._ Oh, I see—I know! When the lid is _on_ the pot, the air +cannot get to the surface of the water in the pot, and therefore there +is no pressure there to act _against_ the pressure which the water meets +as it flows from the spout. + +_Mary._ Now can you tell me what we shall do to have the water run +freely? + +_Charles._ Take off the lid, and then the weight of the air on the water +at the top of the pot will press it out of the spout as you pour it. + +_Mary._ We must do so in this case to have the water run freely; but you +have observed that at table we always pour out tea and coffee with the +lid _on_ the pot. + +Mary then took an iron piercer out of her desk, and she made a small +hole in the top of the pot lid. While she was doing it, Susan Field +exclaimed, “I have found it out—I have found it out! There ought to be a +little hole in the lids of coffee and tea-pots, so that the air can get +through the little hole, and press upon the surface of the tea and +coffee. Then the pressure upon it within being equal to the pressure it +meets without, whatever liquid is in the pot will run out freely. Is not +that it, Mary?” + +_Mary._ Yes. And now we will test your discovery. + +Mary then filled the little play tea-pot with water, and put on the lid +with the hole in the top of it; and to the delight of all the scholars, +who had crowded round the basin, the water flowed out freely and +beautifully, until there was not a drop left in the pot. + +“Bravo! little Miss Philosopher,” said Charles Linn. “Let us crown her! +Let us crown her! She is the conqueror of the day.” + +_Mary._ I am very well satisfied with all my little philosophers to-day; +but we have spent so much time over this lesson, that you must leave +crowning Susan until you have a recess. Charles may do the honours of +the occasion by making a speech, if he likes. + +Charles went to his desk, humming by the way some verses which his +father had read to the family the evening before, and which he had +desired Charles to learn. + + We are trav’llers on a plain + Rich with treasures sprinkled o’er; + God has placed us here to gain + All that lies upon its floor. + + Every truth we find is gold, + Dropp’d by wise men gone before; + Fast our findings let us hold, + Daily adding more and more. + + Then for those that come behind, + We can leave our tiny grain; + Thus, for every good we find, + Giving something back again. + + As the generations rise, + Each gains something from the past— + Each should go out, as it dies, + Wiser, better than the last. + +Mary now heard the lessons. Definitions and spelling occupied the time +until the hour for recess. + +“Now let us crown our Queen of the Day,” said Charles; and every one of +the scholars set out, through their bounds, to gather wild-flowers and +pretty green leaves to make a wreath for Susan. Charles said they must +have some laurel, and he went off to gather it. + +Heated and weary they came back again, and all sat down together on the +grass, bringing their gatherings to Lucy Linn, who had been appointed to +make a wreath for the queen. + +Lucy twisted and untwisted, and arranged and re-arranged, until she had +formed a very beautiful wreath. She had ivy, oak, and laurel leaves +twined first together, as a framework, and then she twisted wild-flowers +in among them. The little children were lying about on the grass, around +Lucy, while she was at work, and the older ones made suggestions to her +as she proceeded. When the wreath was made, + +“Now,” said Charles, “I must crown the queen, for I was the first to +acknowledge her discovery.” + +Susan looked very sweetly when she was crowned. She had waving brown +hair over a fair round forehead, and soft hazel eyes. Charles said she +looked every inch a queen. + +“Now you are too grand to play, Susan,” said Eddy Forester. + +“Oh no, indeed I am not,” said she. “One, two, three, and away!” and +away ran Susan, and all the scholars after her, and a merry chase had +the subjects after their queen. When they caught her, Susan said she +would take off her wreath, and keep it to show to Mary, and then she +would take it home to show to her grand-father and grand-mother. + +The day was very warm, and they all sat down together, to rest, near a +fountain, away off at the lower edge of the wood. The spring had been +walled round by Alfred Thompson’s father; and in order that the +villagers might obtain water readily, he had a pipe made and carried up +through the wall; and from this pipe the beautiful, clear water flowed +out all day long. + +While they were there, some washerwomen came to get water, and a little +girl who was with them spied the school children, as they sat and talked +and laughed under a shady tree. + +“Will you give us some water? we are so very thirsty,” said they to the +little girl. + +“Are you Mary Carrow’s scholars?” asked the women. + +“Yes,” said Charles Linn, rising up and coming forward. + +“Then,” replied they, “you shall have as much water from our cup as you +like, because you have a very good name in the neighbourhood.” + +[Illustration: + + ~Fifth Day.~ + Women at the fountain.—p. 46. +] + +While they were drinking, they heard Mary’s voice, and presently she +appeared among them. She thanked the little girl, and said some kind +words to the washerwomen, and then hastened the scholars back into +school. + +_Mary._ Do you know how fast the morning is running away? We have yet +one lesson to say, and then, Eddy and Lily want to know something about +bees. + +Mary looked at Susan’s wreath as they walked back to school, and put it +on her own head to see how she looked in it. Then she told her to keep +it as a good mark gained at school; for that would be a pleasant +remembrance, when the sweet flowers and pretty leaves of which it was +made should have withered away. + +Mary’s scholars were earnest and bright this morning, and were soon +ready for the reading. + +“Now for the bees!” said Eddy Forester. + +_Mary._ Eddy, what did you wish to ask about them? + +_Eddy._ I should like to know what they do when they travel about in +their hive? + +_Mary._ When you see them hurrying up and down in their hive, they are +at work. Some of them are carrying wax to the place where other bees are +building cells, and these cells, you know, form the comb. Some of them +are loaded with farina, which, you know, they gather from the flowers; +and with this farina they feed the young bees. Each one does his own +work, without interfering with the others; and though you sometimes see +only an apparently confused crowding of bees together, in their hives, +yet they are all busy at their appointed work. + +There are three classes of bees in every hive. First, there is the +queen-bee, who is mother and ruler of the whole community. Then there +are the drones; and there are the working-bees, who build the cells and +make the honey. The working-bees are divided into two classes—the +wax-workers and the nursing-bees. It is the especial business of the +latter to take care of the young, but they also make wax and assist in +the architecture of the hive. + +When you saw so many bees passing to and fro in the hive, they were +engaged in doing their own special business. Some of these which you saw +were carrying wax to the little architects who were laying the +foundations of a new comb; and as soon as they reached the spot, these +would come forward to meet them, and relieve them of their burdens; then +they would immediately leave the hive, to procure more materials for +building, and when they returned with another load, it would again be +taken from them by the bees who were at home in the hive, and applied to +the same purpose—forming or finishing cells. Some of those which you saw +were probably nursing-bees, carrying food to the cells, where the young +bees were in the first stage of their existence. Some of these might +have been wax-workers, taking the wax which they had made to the cells +which were already filled with honey, in order to spread a very thin +layer of it over each cell, to prevent the honey from wasting by running +out. + +_Lucy Linn._ Do the bees make the pretty combs which hold the honey? + +_Mary._ Yes. That is the first work of a new swarm after it has taken +possession of the hive. + +_Eddy._ How did they learn to make such pretty combs? Look, here is a +print of one. + +_Mary._ God gave them instincts, by which they learn to provide for +themselves. He has implanted in every creature which he has created, an +instinct, which guides it first to gather such materials as it needs for +the construction of its habitation, and afterward to make use of the +materials which it has collected, in building its habitation. + +[Illustration: drawing of honeycomb] + +“He has implanted in every creature the instinct of self-preservation, +and he has endowed even the most insignificant insect, as well as the +noblest animals, with intelligence sufficient to provide for its own +wants.” He has fashioned every creature with organs adapted to +accomplish this end; and the more you know of insect history, the better +you will be able to comprehend something of the wisdom and beneficence +of our Heavenly Father, who has made nothing in vain. + +_Susan._ Here is a cluster of bees hanging together, as I have often +seen them hanging at the door of a hive. What does it mean, Mary? + +_Mary._ They are manufacturing wax, while in that position. It is always +their preliminary measure, when they are about to begin building their +cells. + +_Eddy._ What is wax made of? + +_Mary._ Honey. When the bees are gorged with honey, they hang together +in this way, in order to make their honey into wax. As soon as they have +made enough to build cells with, they begin. + +One bee, (called by naturalists the founder-bee,) attaches itself to the +roof of the hive, in order to lay the foundation-wall for a row of +cells. While in this position, it affixes to the roof a shapeless little +mound of wax; it smooths and works at its deposite until it is weary, +when another bee comes and takes its place, and works in the same way +until it also is tired. A number of bees in succession come after these, +each one bringing its deposite of wax, which it adds to the general +mass; and they soon have an irregular line of wax hanging down from the +roof of the hive, about two-thirds of an inch in length. This is the +foundation-wall of their pretty house of honeycombs. + +You will observe that I have told you this wall of wax, which depends +from the roof of the hive, is of an irregular thickness. When it is +completed, another set of bees begin to lay the foundations of the +cells, by commencing a hollowing process at those parts of the wall +where it is thickest. The first bee who comes to the work takes out of +the wall with its teeth as much wax as is equal to the diameter of a +cell; and after kneading the particles with its mandibles, and +moistening them with its tongue, deposits it on the edge of the +excavation which it has made in the wall. When this insect has laboured +for some seconds, it goes away, and another takes its place, working in +the same way. So soon as one bee succeeds another in the work, a number +of excavations in the wall are made, which are the rudiments of cells. +While these are being made, another set of founder-bees build a second +wall, which they bring down in a parallel line to the first, and near +enough to it to admit of only a passage for the bees who are making the +cells on either side of the wall. + +Two sets of bees are always at work in constructing the comb; those who +build the walls, and those who excavate the cells; and there is also +another set of bees, who polish and finish the cells, after they are +formed. + +_Lucy._ How do they proceed after their house is built? + +_Mary._ You will observe that, in consequence of the mode of building +among bees, new walls and the rudiments of cells are being constructed +in one part of the hive, while, in another, the work is in a complete +state. As soon as some of the cells are completed, the queen-bee begins +to deposit eggs in them, and these are called brood-cells. Very soon +after the eggs are laid, the embryo insect requires feeding, which work +is performed by the nurse-bees. This creates a division of labour, you +see, and of course there are fewer builders to carry on the construction +of combs. The nurse-bees always assist in building, when they have no +young to take care of. Another set of cells is appropriated for the +honey, and it is the business of some of the bees to store up winter +provisions, by filling them with this delicious fare. Here we come in +for a share of their labour, for you know we take all the honey which +they do not need for themselves and their families. + +_Mike Terry._ Where do the bees get the food for their young? + +_Mary._ They gather it from the flowers. It was formerly supposed that +the young bee was fed with honey, but Huber and other late naturalists +have discovered that they are fed on farina. + +There are many very interesting facts in connection with the swarming of +bees, which are worthy of attention. + +When the number of bees becomes too great for one family, there is a +wise provision made for their division into separate tribes. These +tribes are called swarms, and when a swarm leaves the hive, with a queen +at its head, they seek a new home, and begin to build, in the manner +which I have described to you. + +_Charles._ Would they not go without a queen? + +_Mary._ No. + +_Lucy._ How do queens differ from common bees? + +_Mary._ They are larger and handsomer, and their position is different +from that of any other bee, inasmuch as they receive the homage of all +the bees in the hive. + +_Charles._ But if there is but one queen in each hive, how are others +obtained when the swarming takes place? + +_Mary._ I was about to explain this to you, when one of you asked a +question about something else. + +In the construction of the cells which form the comb, there are three +different sorts—the brood-cells, which are for the common eggs—the honey +cells, for honey, and the royal cells, for the eggs which are to produce +queens. These royal cells are always made larger, and with more care, +and with a greater expenditure of wax and labour, than any of the other +cells. There are usually three or four, but sometimes as many as ten or +twelve in one hive. + +About the time that a royal princess comes forth from her cell, the old +queen usually leads off a part of the family, to seek with them a new +home, leaving her successor to govern and receive the honours of +royalty. This is called swarming. The queens seem to have an instinctive +hatred of each other, and when more than one princess emerges at the +same time from their respective cells, they attack, and would destroy +one another, if they were not prevented by the workers. + +Some naturalists are of the opinion that the bees send out scouts, prior +to swarming, to select for them a new home; and if there are no empty +hives near at hand, they will begin to form their combs in the hollow +trunks of trees. Owners of bees, however, usually watch them, and have +empty hives ready for the new swarms. + +So wonderful and interesting are the little creatures, in all their +habits, and so marvellously is the wisdom of our Heavenly Father +displayed in their instincts, that we might spend weeks in pursuing +their history, and yet not become acquainted with all that naturalists +have discovered about them. I scarcely know how to quit the subject; but +it is already past the hour at which we usually close school, and I am +afraid the fathers and mothers of my little scholars are wondering why I +keep them so long, this morning. + +“Will you not tell us all about it at some other time, Mary?” asked the +scholars, almost all at once. + +Mary told them she would. “And now,” said she, “we must put away books +and slates, and go home to our dinners. Talking so long to you, makes me +feel very hungry, I assure you.” + +When Mary’s scholars came to school in the afternoon, they scampered +away, one by one, down to the tool-house, with the rakes and little +pitch-forks which they had brought for the harvesting at neighbour +Linn’s. They were all neatly dressed, to stay to tea. Poor little Mike +Terry had never been out to tea in his life before, and he was so +pleased to be invited, that he could talk and think of nothing else. + +Lucy Linn was whispering round that they were to have a table spread out +on the lawn, and she told Mike he should sit next to her, and she would +give him cakes and sweetmeats, and as many nice things as he wanted to +eat. + +“And will you give me some of the good things to take home to mother, +Lucy?” + +_Lucy._ Yes. You shall have the little basket that Charley and I bring +our dinners in to school, on rainy days, and I will fill it full of good +things for your mother, and you shall carry them home to her. + +_Mike._ What a nice girl you are, Lucy! I love you dearly for that. + +While Mike and Lucy were talking, the little bell rang for school. + +Mary told them she should give them a short session, so that they could +have plenty of time for the hay-making. + +“Now what have we to do?” Charles. + +“Sewing for the girls, geography for us, and tables and slates for these +youngsters. Then Bible-reading, and then hay-making.” + +_Ellen Raby._ Mary, will you read to us something pretty, while we are +sewing? See, my hemming is all fitted, and Lily’s work is a little +patch, and we could listen without interrupting you at all. + +“Yes,” said Mary. “My little girls and boys have been such good children +to-day, that they deserve to be indulged with the reading of a pretty +story. It shall be a true story—one which a preacher related to my +mother, during her life, and which she wrote down and preserved among +her papers.” + +Mary then took out of her pocket-book a paper, carefully folded and +enveloped, which was filled with her mother’s hand-writing. It was very +precious to Mary, and she did not allow any one to handle it but +herself, lest it should be soiled or worn out. + + + + + THE PREACHER’S STORY. + + +In one of my annual rounds among the poor of a bleak district in the +west of Scotland, after a day of weary travel, I came at nightfall to +the little cottage of John Wilson. + +I had frequently halted there before, when out on similar errands, and, +as often as I had done so, I was reminded of Burns’ faithful pictures of +the cotter’s home. + +It was Saturday night. I met John just coming in from work, and we +entered his home together. + +[Illustration: + + ~Fifth Day.~ + Whenever she went out, she carried the baby in her arms, and Jamie + went before as a guide.—p. 67. +] + + “His wee bit ingle[A] blinkin’ bonnily, + His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie’s smile, + The lisping infant prattling on his knee, + Does a’ his weary, carking cares beguile, + And makes him quite forget his labour an’ his toil.” + +Footnote A: Fire. + +In a snug corner of the fireplace sat a stranger—a woman with a baby in +her lap; and on the floor beside her, lay a little boy asleep. I soon +found that it was blind Amy Duncan, the widow of an honest fisherman who +had been lost in a storm a few weeks before. + +I had often heard of little Jamie Duncan, her son. He was a good, bright +boy, and as he could not be spared to go regularly to school, he had +been instructed at the manse, by the minister. His mother had learned, +blind as she was, to knit, and to prepare thread and yarn for the +weavers; and now that her husband was dead, this occupation was all that +she had to depend on for support. Little Jamie had been his mother’s +guide all along the shore among the cottages of the fishermen. He would +lead her by the hand, a few times, to any new place where she wanted to +go, and after that he would run on before her, and she would follow, by +listening to the sound of his footsteps. He brought her the wool and +flax which she used, and when it was ready for the weavers he would +carry it to them. + +He had but little time for his book, for while his mother was at work, +he had to mind the baby for her; and whenever she went out, she carried +the baby in her arms, and Jamie went before as a guide. + +Jamie used to think a great deal about what the minister taught him, and +he learned his spelling and Scripture lessons by saying them over aloud, +as he led his mother about. When the poor, blind widow was left without +a home, John Wilson made a place for her and her little ones at his +hearth, though he was a poor man himself and had to work hard for his +bread. + +I left the cottage early the next day, to fulfil an engagement in a +distant part of the country, and, for a long time after, I heard nothing +of John Wilson’s family, nor of the blind widow. + +The next season, in the course of my rounds, I purposed visiting them +again; and just after I had entered upon the wide moor which lay between +my road and the cotter’s, I met little Jamie Duncan, with a stick over +his shoulder, hung with the weaver’s thread, and his mother and the baby +following on close behind. I drew near, unperceived by them, for Jamie’s +face was turned toward his mother, and she, being blind, could not see +me. She appeared to be weeping, and little Jamie was saying to her— + +“Don’t cry mother, for you know that we have a Father in heaven, and if +we mind what He says to us, He will take care of us. You know when our +father died, you said you couldn’t tell what was to become of you and me +and the baby. So I went out under the fir-tree and said a little prayer +to our heavenly Father. I told Him you were blind, and asked Him to help +you and to take care of us all.” + +“Who put that into your head, child?” said Jamie’s mother. + +_Jamie._ Nobody. I learned it out of the Bible. The Bible says, “Ask, +and ye shall receive;” and our minister told me that every word in the +Bible was true, and that we must try to obey all our Saviour’s commands, +and then we would believe all His promises. + +“What else does the Bible say?” Jamie. + +“It says, ‘Trust in the Lord;’ and it says ‘God is a husband of the +widow and a father of the fatherless.’ Dear mother, I am sure if we ask +our Heavenly Father, He will find a place for us to go to.” + +“I cannot see him, child. I am blind!” + +_Jamie._ I cannot see him either, mother: nobody can see him; but +sometimes, when I am all alone, I feel as if some good being, that I +could not see, is walking along by me, just as you are now; and then I +can pray, and sing little hymns, and I feel so happy, that if I am ever +so hungry and tired, I don’t mind it. I think, mother, that when we feel +so, our Heavenly Father’s good Spirit is with us; and our minister says, +nothing can harm us then. + +I now advanced toward them, and questioned them about the Wilsons. I +found that death had been in the house. The father and mother were both +laid in the burying-ground of the little church. Elsie, the oldest +daughter, was married, and had taken the younger children to her new +home; and the family circle of the Wilsons was broken up, and there was +no longer a place by the fireside for the poor blind widow. + +It seemed clearly my duty to take them into my own home for the present, +which I did. The widow did not live very long, but the baby and little +Jamie are still with me; and I thank God for the blessing he has given +to my household in that sweet child of faith—Jamie Duncan. + + * * * * * + +Mary now heard the geography class, arranged and fitted the sewing-work, +attended to “tables” and sums, and then took the Bible to select a +portion for the reading. + +“Where shall we read? and what shall we read about?” said she. + +“Under the oak! Under the oak!” exclaimed the scholars, all at once. And +there, once more, teacher and flock gathered together, finding in its +shade, a most agreeable retreat from the heat of the schoolroom. + +“Mary,” said Eddy Forester, “I have been wanting all day to get a chance +to ask you a question. Will you answer it now, before we begin to read? +Will you tell me why the Thompsons are so much richer than my mother, +and why Lily and I cannot have little ponies to ride, as Willy and +Alfred Thompson have?” + +_Mary._ I cannot answer your question, my dear little boy. Why some are +rich and prosperous, and why some, equally deserving, are poor and +unprosperous, are questions which have puzzled the wise of all ages. But +this I can tell you, that God, who knows all things, and who knows what +is best for every one of us, _permits_ an unequal distribution of such +things among his children. Wealth for some and poverty for others, and a +condition between poverty and wealth for many, is of God’s permission; +and, therefore, this difference of condition must be good for us. If it +were not so, He would find some way to change it. You remember, we were +reading the other day, in the Bible, about Abraham. Abraham was very +rich; he had lands and cattle in abundance. God loved Abraham, and he +blessed him and made him rich. But God had other servants, whom we read +of in the Bible, whom it pleased Him, for some wise purpose of his own, +to make poor. + +The apostle Peter was a poor fisherman. The apostle Paul was a poor +tent-maker. And so it is at this day. Some of the Lord’s most faithful +servants are rich men, and some, whose lives are equally acceptable to +Him, are very poor—have to work for their daily bread, as the apostles +did. + +_Charles Linn._ But, Mary, you told us once, that our Heavenly Father’s +children were equally the objects of his care and love. How is it, then, +that poor people have to work so hard, while the rich have nothing to +do? + +_Mary._ It is not really so, that the poor only work, and that the rich +do nothing. Rich people work just as hard as poor people do. + +_Eddy._ How can that be? Do Alfred and Willy Thompson work as hard as I +do? and does their mother work as much as my mother? + +_Mary._ Yes. Your work and their work are not alike, but it is, I should +think, about equal. Our Heavenly Father placed us here to do different +kinds of work in his harvest-field, which is the world. The rich man’s +work and the poor man’s work can never be the same; if it were so, then +the ends for which we were placed here would not be gained. + +You are too young to understand this subject now so well as I hope you +will when you are older; but I will select for our reading some portions +of Scripture which, I think, will enlighten you. + +You remember that I read to you, on a former occasion, the history of +Adam and Eve—of their disobedience—for which God sent them out of the +garden of Eden; and you will remember also, that I read to you the +sentence which He passed upon Adam, and that I told you that sentence +was passed upon all of Adam’s race who should be born after him. This is +the sentence: “In the sweat of thy face shall thou eat bread, until thou +return unto the ground.”[B] Many, many years after these words were +spoken to Adam, we find the same sentence in full force upon Adam’s +descendants. David mentions it in the Psalms: “Man goeth forth unto his +work, and to his labour until the evening.”[C] “For thou shalt eat the +labour of thine hands.”[D] + +Footnote B: Gen. iii. 19. + +Footnote C: Ps. civ. 23. + +Footnote D: Ps. cxxviii. 2. + +I will now read to you what is said about labour. “All things are full +of labour.”[E] “The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be, and +that which is done, is that which shall be done. It hath been already of +old time which was before us.”[F] These passages of Holy Writ will show +you that God’s command to labour has been obeyed by millions of people +who have lived before us, and that it must be obeyed over and over again +by every succeeding generation. + +Footnote E: Eccl. i. 8 + +Footnote F: Eccl. i. 9, 10. + +I will now read to you another scriptural command to labour; and you +must remember that all the commands of God, as recorded in the Bible, +are to be obeyed: “In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening +withhold not thine hand, for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, +either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.”[G] Now +hear the blessings which are promised to the labourer: “The sleep of a +labouring man is sweet.” “It is good and comely for one to eat and to +drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labour that he taketh under the +sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his +portion.” “Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and +hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to +rejoice in his labour, this is the gift of God.”[H] + +Footnote G: Eccl. xi. 6. + +Footnote H: Eccl. v. 12, 18, 19. + +Our Heavenly Father has not only commanded us to labour, but, because He +loves us and knows what is best for us, He has so ordered our life that +we find our happiness in it. + +You will now see, by the Holy Scriptures, that labour is the condition +of our being, that God commands us to labour—that He makes no +distinctions in giving the command to the race of Adam. It is for all; +for rich and poor—for high and low—for great and small. None can escape +from it, and do their duty. Whoever does escape from it and lives in +idleness, disobeys God, and will be punished for disobeying him. +Idleness is sin; and we cannot commit any sin, you know, without +disobeying and displeasing our Heavenly Father. + +Charles Linn’s merry face was full of serious thoughtfulness while Mary +was speaking, and her younger scholars were listening attentively to +every word she said. + +“You understand now,” continued Mary, “that human beings come into the +world to work—not to live in idleness; and that our Heavenly Father +plants us in different parts of the world, and in different positions, +in order that we may be near the duties and occupations which He has +appointed for us. + +One little boy finds himself born in a great house, where there are +many servants, and handsome grounds, and horses to ride, as at our +neighbour Thompson’s. Another little boy finds himself in a snug +cottage, with only his mother and a dear little sister. And both these +boys must work, though their work will be different, as it ought to be. +When they are old enough to be useful, the little cottager, if he is a +good boy, will assist his mother in taking care of the chickens and +pigs, in gathering eggs, picking cherries, and in doing any little +services about the house for which his strength is sufficient. The child +in the great house, if he is a good boy, will try to repay the servants +for their care of him, by teaching them, when they have time, to read in +the Bible, if they do not know how, and entertaining them sometimes from +other books. Some of them may be old and sickly, and the rich little boy +can take some of his money and buy them warmer clothing than they can +afford to buy for themselves. And when they are weary of waiting and +running to do this and that, the rich little boy can say to +himself—“John has been out in the rain, or cold, all day, and I will +light the fire in my own room myself. I think I know very well how to do +it, for I have often looked at John while he made the fires.” Or, if +Sally, the chamber-maid, is busy, he can quickly take his pitcher and +fill it with fresh water, without calling upon her to do it. This will +be the work of the rich little boy, just as helping his mother is the +work of the poor little boy; and our Heavenly Father will look with +approving eye on both, because both are obeying His command—to labour. + +Little boys and girls who are so happy as to be sent to school, have +another sort of work to do, in which the rich and poor fare alike. They +must be diligent, obedient, industrious, and try to understand all that +they are learning. This is their school-work; and pretty hard it is +sometimes. Do you not think so? + +“No!” said Mary’s scholars all at once. “It is not hard at all, at our +school. It is altogether pleasant.” + +_Mary._ I am glad to hear you say so. But let me tell you, it is because +you observe my rules and attend to my instructions, and do as I bid you, +that you find it so pleasant. Your dutiful and agreeable behaviour to +me, beautifully illustrates God’s law of labour; for you find your +happiness in it, do you not? + +“Yes! that we do,” said Eddy Forester. “If we were idle and bad, we +should be very unhappy, I am sure.” + +_Mary._ And just so it is, if we obey God’s law of labour. We find our +happiness in our obedience to it. He is so merciful and loving, that He +lays no command upon us and holds no law over us which we cannot convert +into a blessing by cheerful obedience to it. + +_Charles Linn._ We understand now, that the lots of poor and rich +children are not so unequal as we had thought they were. Will you tell +us something about grown people? Do ladies and gentlemen work? + +_Mary._ You know that Willy Thompson’s father is the owner of very +extensive factories, where he employs several hundred persons—men and +women. When he purchased these factories, the workmen were vicious and +intemperate. Their wives had wretched homes, and their children were +idle and ignorant, because they had no one to instruct them. + +Willy’s father and mother went up there to see how their workmen lived, +and they immediately set to work to reform and improve them. They +provided a school for their children, and Willy’s mother went round +among the cottagers’ wives and instructed them in housewifery, and in +making garments for their husbands and children. His father talked to +the men about drinking whisky, but they told him they were too poor to +buy coffee, and that they drank whisky because it was cheap. He then +made a calculation for them; showed them how much time they lost by +drunkenness, for which they received no wages, of course, and made them +see clearly that if that lost time were filled up with work, they would +have more money, and could afford to buy many things that they must now +do without. After a long time of weary but steady and kind labour among +them, he succeeded in prevailing upon them to hear the Bible read and to +go to a place of worship. + +The Thompsons have been labouring with these people for ten years, and +now, by the blessing of God on their efforts, they have the +gratification of seeing them changed from a vicious, idle population, +into honest, temperate, and respectable people. + +Besides all this work, Willy’s father regulates the labour on his own +farm, and his mother takes care of her large household and orders her +domestic arrangements. + +Now tell me if rich people, who are good stewards of wealth, have not as +much work to do as their poorer neighbours. + +Eddy Forester opened his blue eyes wide, when Mary had told him all +these things, and said, “Yes; and I am glad my mother has only Lily and +me to take care of, instead of all neighbour Thompson’s people.” + +_Mary._ As we do not go to the harvest-party yet, I will pursue the +subject; and, perhaps, if you try to remember and think upon what I have +said, you will find it opening more and more clearly to your +comprehension. + +You know, I have told you that our Heavenly Father has many different +kinds of work to be done on earth, and he has endowed men and women with +a great variety of gifts and faculties, which are adapted to a great +variety of occupations. There are men and women whose appropriate work +is to spend a great part of their lives in thinking and writing books. +If there were not such men and women we should have no schools, we +should have no learning, we should have no arts, we should have no +sciences. There are also men and women whose business it is to go about +among the poor and sick and afflicted, to relieve and comfort them, and +sympathize with them by personal intercourse. There are many whose +proper business it is to be engaged in trade and merchandise, for a +civilized nation could not live without commerce. There are those whose +chief business it is to instruct the souls of people, by preaching the +gospel, who do all they can to win souls to Christ our Saviour; to +induce poor sinners to come to the Saviour who died for us that we might +have eternal life. There are many, (women especially,) whose lives are +acceptable to God, who are scarcely known outside of their own family +circle; who make our HOMES what homes ought to be—pleasant, cheerful +places, where every thing is well ordered in the spirit of love and +kindness, and under whose influences all the domestic virtues flourish. +These are the good mothers, the good wives, the good sisters, the good +daughters. + +God has a place and a purpose for all of us. He has given us bodies to +take care of, and minds to be cultivated, and souls to be instructed. +Nothing is to be done without labour, and nothing is to be got without +labour. We cannot live without the labour of others. Hence, it is our +individual duty to contribute, by our own labour, to the common good of +our fellow-creatures. To labour, according to our different gifts, is +only to pay a debt of gratitude which we owe to one another; and, above +all, to labour is our duty, because God has said, “In the sweat of thy +face shalt thou eat bread.” + +The little clock on the mantelpiece now began to strike, +one—two—three—four, the hour for school to close on this afternoon. + +Books and work were soon smoothed away, and the whole party were at +neighbour Linn’s at the time appointed for hay-making. + +[Illustration: FINIS] + +------------------------------------------------------------------------ + + =TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:= + + Italics, bold letters, blackletter font and small + capitals have been converted to _ = ~ and + ALL CAPS respectively. + + Perceived typos have been silently corrected. + + Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. + + Archaic or variant spelling, and punctuation, excluding + the above, have been retained. + + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78896 *** diff --git a/78896-h/78896-h.htm b/78896-h/78896-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..24506d1 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/78896-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,1989 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> + <head> + <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1"> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title>A Fifth Day in Mary Carrow’s School | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/icover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + body { margin-left: 8%; 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Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, +Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Reformed Dutch. Not more than +three of the members can be of the same denomination, and no book can be +published to which any member of the Committee shall object.</p> +<hr class='pb c001'> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i008.png' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic002'> +<p><b>Fifth Day.</b><br> Eddy at the Window,—Just up.—p. <a href='#Page_5'>5</a>.</p> +</div> +</div> +<div class='pbb'> + <hr class='pb c001'> +</div> + +<div class='nf-center-c1'> +<div class='nf-center c005'> + <div>A</div> + <div><span class='xlarge'>FIFTH DAY</span></div> + <div>IN</div> + <div><span class='xlarge'>MARY CARROW’S SCHOOL.</span></div> + </div> +</div> + +<hr class='c003'> + +<div> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_5'>5</span> + <h2 class='c006'>THE FORESTERS’ COTTAGE.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c007'>I will take my little readers over to Eddy +Forester’s, this morning.</p> + +<p class='c008'>There is Eddy at the window, just up. +Do you see him in the picture? He has opened +the window, and is glad to find the sun is +shining; for the first thing he thought of this +morning, when he awoke, was the mowing-party +to be at Linn’s.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_6'>6</span>As soon as Eddy was half-dressed, he went +to the little bedroom where Lily slept, and +called, “Sister Lily! Sister Lily! Get up; +it isn’t raining, and we shall have the hay-making +party this afternoon.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lily was apt to be sleepy in the morning, +and she would not get up; but Eddy called and +thumped at the door till his little sister was +wide awake, and then she got up and came +to open it. He kissed her and said, “Come, +Lily, I will help you to carry your clothes +down to mother’s room, and she will dress you. +If you were not such a big girl, I would carry +you, too; but I’m afraid, if I did that, we +might both get a tumble. Don’t you think +we should, Lily?” Lily was sometimes a little +cross when she first waked in the morning; +<span class='pageno' id='Page_7'>7</span>but Eddy talked to her till she was in a +good humour. He liked to take her out with +him in the morning, when he went to do +what he could for his mother before breakfast, +and he sometimes had to bear a good deal with +her little pets and humours before they could +get off.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Their mother heard them talking overhead, +and then she heard their little naked feet pattering +along the entry and on the stairway; +and she wondered why they were so long coming +to her.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Shall I tell my little readers why Eddy and +Lily stopped on their way?</p> + +<p class='c008'>In the stairway wall, about half-way down, +there was a small window which overlooked +the garden.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_8'>8</span>There was something in the garden which +had been placed there the day before. Eddy +knew of it, but Lily did not. It was a <i>beehive</i>, +for the bees to make honey in.</p> + +<p class='c008'>When they were on the step, just under +the little window, Eddy said, “Stop, Lily, +and I will show you something you have never +seen—something that begins with a B. +Would you like to see it?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> Yes, Eddy. What is it? A little +pig?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> No. I said it began with a B, not +with a P. You must guess again.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> A pussy-cat?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> No. It begins with B, I tell you. +That is not it, either.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lily could not guess, and Eddy said he +<span class='pageno' id='Page_9'>9</span>would show it to her, if she could climb up +into the window. Then he sat down on one +of the stairs, and told Lily to get upon the +step behind him, and to put her foot on his +shoulder, and then she must take hold of the +window-sill, and he would raise her up. Lily +did so, and Eddy climbed up beside her, and +showed her the beehive in the garden.</p> + +<p class='c008'>While they were there, talking about the +beehive, their mother called them, and they +soon came down again and ran to her. Lily +could hardly wait to be dressed, she was so +eager to have a closer look at the beehive. +Her mother told her she might go with Eddy, +if she would not touch the bees; for if she +did, they would sting her.</p> + +<p class='c008'>After Lily was dressed, her mother took out +<span class='pageno' id='Page_10'>10</span>of the closet a pair of thick-soled, leather boots, +which she was to put on when she went out +with Eddy, early in the morning, while the +grass was wet with dew. Then she wished +Lily to sit down, and put them on herself; +and while she was doing this, Eddy went for +his boots, and then they set off together to +look at the beehive.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy slipped back the little door which was +placed in the side of the hive, and then, through +the glass, he and Lily peeped, to see the little, industrious +bees at work. They saw them travelling +to and fro, inside of their glass house; but +they did not know much about bees, and could +not tell what they were doing. They only knew +that bees made wax and honey, and they knew +that honey was very nice, for they had eaten it.</p> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i015.png' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic002'> +<p><b>Fifth Day.</b><br> Eddy and Lily looking at the beehive.—p. <a href='#Page_10'>10</a>.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_11'>11</span>“We will ask Mary all about the bees, +when we go to school,” said Eddy. “She +can tell us what they are doing inside of their +little house.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>When they were satisfied with looking at +the beehive, and talking about the industrious +little bees, Eddy said—</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Come, Lily; do you want to go with me +to bring Brindle up, for mother to milk?”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lily said “Yes.” And Eddy took her by the +hand and led her very carefully, out of the +way of some swampy ground which was near +the garden-wall, and then they had two meadows +to cross and a fence to climb over before +they found the cow. Brindle knew Eddy +right well, and he had no trouble in driving +her home to the barnyard to be milked. He +<span class='pageno' id='Page_12'>12</span>had a long stick, which he had cut from a +hickory-tree, and whenever Brindle walked +out of the right path, he gave her a little tap +with the stick, and that was quite enough of +a hint to turn her into the track again.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy and Lily loved the old cow, and they +played with her, and talked to her as if she +understood them.</p> + +<p class='c008'>After Lily’s mother had milked the cow, +she carried the pail, which was filled with +milk, into the spring-house, and there, on the +stone floor, were two nice, bright tin pans, +all ready to receive it. She took down from +its place a fine sieve, which she put first over +one pan, and then over the other, as she poured +the milk into them. This was done in +order to strain the milk and have it perfectly +<span class='pageno' id='Page_13'>13</span>clean—free from motes and hairs, and the +small insects which are often flying about +barnyards.</p> + +<p class='c008'>When the pans were filled with the nice +new milk, Eddy assisted his mother in carrying +the water, with which to clean her +milkpail, and Lily went to the house to get +the cream cup, that it might be filled with +cream for breakfast.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Then Eddy drove Brindle away back to +the meadow, where she could eat her good +breakfast of grass, while his mother and Lily +went home to prepare their’s.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lily carried the cream cup, and her mother +carried a pot of butter in cold water to keep +it hard. The first thing they did when they +went into the house was to put on dry shoes.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_14'>14</span>Then Lily’s mother began to prepare breakfast. +Lily could place the cream and butter +and bread on the table, after her mother had +cut it; and she knew where the sugar was +kept, and could fill the sugar-bowl, and she +could count as many eggs as were wanted for +breakfast, and bring them to her mother from +the pantry. Then she put a plate for her +mother, and one for Eddy, and one for herself, +and a knife and fork for each, and an +egg-cup and a napkin. When Lily had done +all this, she asked her mother, (as any other +good little girl would do,) if she could assist +her in any thing else?</p> + +<p class='c008'>Her mother told her she might go up-stairs +and take the bedclothes off Eddy’s little bed, +and off her own; first the coverlets, which +<span class='pageno' id='Page_15'>15</span>she could put on the back of a chair; then +the sheets, one by one, and then the pillows +and bolster, which she might place on the +window-sills to air.</p> + +<p class='c008'>When Lily came down-stairs, Eddy had +returned, and breakfast was ready. It was +only six o’clock, when the Foresters sat down +to their morning meal. They were a happy +little family of love. They always rose early, +and finished their tasks before breakfast, +and when they came to the table, they enjoyed +their meal as much as any prince in his +palace could do. They had found the great +secret of happiness—they were contented +with their lot. Eddy’s mother would sometimes +say, her cottage and her children made +her a little Garden of Eden, in the midst of +<span class='pageno' id='Page_16'>16</span>which God had planted her, that she might +dress it and keep it.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy and Lily had a great deal of talk +with their mother at table. They asked her +questions, and she answered them, and instructed +them in many things.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“I will take another egg, if you please, +mother,” said Eddy, “and some more bread +and butter. I am very hungry this morning.” +Eddy and Lily ate their eggs as their mother +had taught them, without soiling their fingers +at all. They took their knives, and cracked +a line round the shell, near the large end, +about half an inch from the top. Then they +peeled off the shell where it was cracked, and +put their eggs into little cups, which their +mother had placed for each of them, the +<span class='pageno' id='Page_17'>17</span>peeled end being uppermost; and with their +spoons they ate the egg from the shell. +There is another way to eat eggs. Cut +through the middle of the shell into the egg, +and with the thumb and finger of each hand +break it open; hold the cut part next to your +cup or glass, and let the contents of the +shell fall into your cup. But little boys and +girls are not apt to do this dexterously; so, +for fear of soiling their fingers, (which is a +very offensive habit, at table,) they had better +eat eggs as Eddy and Lily Forester did.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + <span class='pageno' id='Page_18'>18</span> + <h2 class='c009'>THE WALK TO SCHOOL.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c007'>As Eddy and Lily walked to school, they +had to wait, when they got to the wide turnpiked +road, for two travelling-carriages to +pass. While they waited, a little curly-headed +boy dropped something out of one of the +carriage windows, and Eddy told Lily to +stand still where she was, while he went and +picked it up. It was a large humming-top, +and when he handed it to the little boy who +had dropped it, the little boy said, “I thank +you, Eddy Forester. I wish you would ask +your mother to let you come and see me, +when we come back, and I will show you how +my top hums when I spin it.” Eddy said +he would like to come, and then the carriage +<span class='pageno' id='Page_19'>19</span>passed on. It belonged to their neighbour, +Thompson, a gentleman who had a beautiful +country-seat near the Foresters’ cottage.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“I wish <i>we</i> could ride in that pretty carriage, +and have little ponies, as Willy and +Alfred Thompson have,” said Lily. “Don’t +you, Eddy?” “Yes,” said Eddy. “I wonder +why mother hasn’t as much money as the +Thompsons, and why she cannot have servants +to milk and get breakfast and dinner, +as they have, instead of doing it all herself.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“I don’t know why it is,” said Lily; “but +we will ask Mary as soon as we go to school.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Oh, yes,” Eddy replied. “Mary knows; +she can tell us all about it, and about the +bees too.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>And with this happy hope of an answer to +<span class='pageno' id='Page_20'>20</span>all their questions and doubts, the little brother +and sister began to look about them for +something else to enjoy and talk about.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Look! look! Lily. Here is an ant-hill. +Don’t tread on it. The little ants are bringing +grains of sand to make it bigger.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> Why do they creep in at that hole +in the top of the hill? Do you know, Eddy?</p> + +<p class='c008'>Then they both stooped down and watched +the little ants; and while they did so, Eddy +told his sister that the hill was the house +which the little ants had built for themselves +to live in, and that the hole at the top was +their front-door, where they went in and out +of their house.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> Why do they go in and out of it?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> Because they are building little +<span class='pageno' id='Page_21'>21</span>rooms inside of it, and those pellets of sand +and earth which they carry in with them are +what they build with. They use those little pellets +just as the masons use bricks when they +build houses for people to live in. They pile +them up close together to make the walls and +ceilings of their little rooms, inside the hill +which you see.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> Who told you about it, Eddy?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> Mary told me one day, when she +and I carried some things over to Mike’s mother. +She and I stopped to look at some ant-hills, +and we talked about them all the way +home.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> What else did Mary tell you about +the little ants?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> She said that after the rooms inside +<span class='pageno' id='Page_22'>22</span>the hills were finished, the ants laid their +eggs in them; and when the sun made the +little rooms nearest the top of the hill too +warm for the eggs, the ants removed the eggs +into the cellar of their houses; for they make +rooms under the ground as well as above it. +When the young ants come out of the eggs, +then there are too many to live in one house, +and the father and mother-ants and the children-ants +all set to work together, and build +another little house.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lily.</i> Oh! Eddy, what a pretty story +about ants! Do you know any more?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> Yes. Mary told me these little +brown ants were called mason-ants, because +they build their houses as masons do; and +she said there were different kinds of ants, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_23'>23</span>and some time she would tell me more about +them.</p> + +<p class='c008'>When Eddy and Lily were satisfied with +looking at the ants and their little houses, +they went on again to school. Suddenly, +Lily screamed, “Oh, Eddy! Eddy! Take it +off! Do take it off! Do kill it!”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“What is the matter?” said Eddy. But +poor little Lily only jumped about and cried, +“Oh, the ugly thing! The ugly thing!”</p> + +<p class='c008'>At length Eddy discovered that a caterpillar +had fallen on Lily’s neck, from one of the +trees under which they were walking.</p> + +<p class='c008'>He begged Lily to be quiet while he took +it off, telling her at the same time that it +would not hurt her. He then picked a green +leaf and held it close to the caterpillar, and +<span class='pageno' id='Page_24'>24</span>the caterpillar crept off Lily’s neck and came +upon the leaf. As soon as she knew it was +off, she wanted to kill it.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Oh no! You must not,” said Eddy; “let the +poor little thing have some breakfast, out of +this tender green leaf. We have had our’s, +you know, and this leaf is the little caterpillar’s +bread and butter.” When Lily understood +that the caterpillar would not bite, nor +poison her, she looked at it, as Eddy pointed +out the pretty bright rings round its body, +and the little horns on its head; and when +he told her that a pretty butterfly would +come out of the caterpillar, if it were let +alone, she was glad she did not kill it.</p> + +<p class='c008'>As they walked along, Lily spied a beautiful +rose, just outside of a garden railing. +<span class='pageno' id='Page_25'>25</span>She was running off to pluck it, but Eddy +held her by the arm.</p> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i032.png' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic002'> +<p><b>Fifth Day.</b><br> They saw a gentleman sitting in an arm-chair, with a book in his lap, and his eyes uplifted.—p. <a href='#Page_25'>25</a>.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“It is not your’s, you know,” said Eddy. +“It would be stealing, to take it.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Would it?” said Lily. “Then let us go +and ask for it.” “So we will,” said Eddy; +and they turned back a short distance, to a +garden-gate, which they opened and passed +through. They found themselves in a beautiful +garden, where were flowers of various +kinds all in bloom. Lily could hardly keep +her hands from them, but Eddy told her she +must not touch them without leave. They +went on, until they came to a door, which was +partly open. They peeped in, and saw a +gentleman sitting in an arm-chair, with a +book on his lap, and his eyes were uplifted +<span class='pageno' id='Page_26'>26</span>as if he were praying. “It is our pastor,” +whispered Eddy, and at that moment the +good man espied his little visitors. He held +out a hand to each, and said, “Well, my little +children, have you any thing to say to me +this morning?”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy told him their errand, and he immediately +laid down his book, put on his hat, +took his cane, and walked with them into +the garden.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“May we have one of your pretty roses?” +said Lily.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Yes! That you shall, my little daughter, +and as many other flowers as you like. Now, +come and show me which you admire most, +and I will cut them for you.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Their good pastor made them up a beautiful +<span class='pageno' id='Page_27'>27</span>nosegay, and then dismissed them, inviting +them to come and ask for flowers again, +if they wanted them.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy and Lily ran off to school with the +flowers, and Lily said they would give them +to Mary. On the way, Lily stopped to listen +to something.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“What is that noise, Eddy? Do you hear it?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> Yes. It is the mill-wheels grinding +wheat, to make flour; but we must not stop +now any longer, or we shall be late at school.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Eddy and Lily were the last at school, but +not late. They met Mary, just as they went +up the lane, and ran to her with the flowers.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Thank you! Thank you! for your beautiful +gift,” said Mary. “I will give you each +a kiss for it.”</p> + +<hr class='c010'> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_28'>28</span>“Definitions, arithmetic, spelling, reading, +sewing, and philosophy is the order of to-day,” +said Charles Linn. “Come, let us be at work, +so that we may have plenty of time to play +in our harvest-fields this afternoon. Father +says we may do as we like—make hay or +help bind the wheat-sheaves. At any rate, +we shall have fine fun. Father is coming out +to work with us, and, at lunch-time, mother +will come and bring the baby.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“May I nurse the baby, Charles?” said +Lily Forester.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Carry Deacon.</i> I like kittens better than +babies, because babies cry, and kittens +don’t.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Come, now, we must get to work, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_29'>29</span>and talk about the respective merits of babies +and kittens at some other time. What is +the lesson in philosophy? We will take that +first.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> The atmospheric air.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> What can you tell me about the +atmospheric air?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> It has <i>weight</i>.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Susan Field.</i> It has <i>colour</i>.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Lucy Linn, please to give me some +proof that the air has colour?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lucy.</i> The blue sky is a proof of it.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> How does that prove it? Is there +any thing beyond the sky? Any surface +which reflects this colour, and makes it appear +blue?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> No. The atmospheric air is +<span class='pageno' id='Page_30'>30</span>really of a blue colour; and we see it only in +the sky, because between our eye and that +distance a great space is filled with atmospheric +air. The air is composed of transparent +particles, and we must see a great number +of these particles lying close together, in +order to discover their true colour.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Can you make this more clear to +me by illustration?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> Yes, I think I can. If I take +any transparent substance, a piece of glass +for instance, so slightly coloured that I cannot +tell whether it is blue, or pink, or green, by +placing another piece of the same kind of +glass behind it, the colour will be deepened; +and if I place a number of pieces of glass of +the same kind together, the whole of them +<span class='pageno' id='Page_31'>31</span>will be so distinctly blue, or pink, or green, +that in this way I can discover the colour of +the first piece.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Just so I obtain the colour of the air. +The particles which fill the space between +you and me, being transparent, appear colourless +because there are so few of them together; +and if I look beyond you, out of the +window, to the woods across there, I still perceive +no colour in the atmosphere. But if I +look far, far beyond, through as much space +as my eye can take in, then I find out the +colour of the air, because I see a sufficient +number of its particles, one behind another, +to give it to me.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Is there any other transparent +<span class='pageno' id='Page_32'>32</span>fluid, the colour of which you can find out by +the same means?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Carry D.</i> Yes. Water. If I stand on +the bank of a river, or on a boat, or in any +situation where I see a large body of +water, it appears coloured; sometimes blue, +sometimes green. And I know I can only +find out its true colour, by seeing a large body +of it; because, if I were to take a cup and fill +it with this same water, it would be colourless +in the cup.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Very satisfactory. Now I should +like to have some proof that the air has +<i>weight</i>.</p> + +<p class='c008'>The scholars hesitated, and Mary asked +them if flies, walking on the ceiling without +<span class='pageno' id='Page_33'>33</span>falling, had any thing to do with the weight +and pressure of the atmosphere?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lucy.</i> Yes. I remember now what you +told us about that. The feet of flies are so +constructed that when they place them on +any surface, the atmospheric air is excluded. +There is, then, no air between their feet and +the ceiling, or wall, or pane of glass, on +which they are walking, and the weight of +the atmospheric air on the outer surface of +their feet keeps them in their position, and +prevents them from falling.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> What else can you tell me about +it?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> The weight of the air falls equally +on every side of a body which is exposed +to it.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_34'>34</span><i>Mary.</i> Give me a proof of it.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> I keep my upright position as I +stand before you, because the atmospheric air +is pressing equally upon the top of my head, +and on both sides of me. If the air pressed +with greater weight on my head than on +other parts of my body, I should stoop instead +of standing upright; if it pressed with greater +weight on one side of my body than on the +other, I should lean from my perpendicular +position.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Very good. What would be the +effect upon you if the air had no weight, and +if there was no pressure upon the surface of +your body? Would you fly, as the birds do?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> No; because the spaces in my +bones, and in other parts of my frame, contain +<span class='pageno' id='Page_35'>35</span>more fluids and less gases than those in +the body of a bird.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Very true. And so wisely has our +Heavenly Father fashioned all his creatures, +that they can only live and move and support +themselves by obeying the laws of their +respective organizations. Our Heavenly Father +intended that you should stand still, or +sit, or lie, in any position you choose, without +feeling the weight of the atmosphere which +surrounds you; and He has filled the spaces +within your bodies with just so much power +of resistance to this outside pressure, so that +you can keep yourself steadily in any position +which you choose to assume.</p> + +<p class='c008'>What causes the piece of leather, which +<span class='pageno' id='Page_36'>36</span>you call your sucker, to adhere to the stone +on which you place it?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> The weight of the atmosphere.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Explain, if you please, the whole +matter to us.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> I asked our shoemaker to cut for +me a round piece of leather, rather larger +than a silver dollar. I then made a hole in +the middle of it, through which I slipped a +piece of twine, making a knot in the end of +the twine to prevent it from slipping back. +I then wetted the leather until it was quite +pliable, and would adhere closely to any surface +on which I placed it. I selected a smooth +stone, placed the leather upon it, and stamped +my foot down on it; and then father, and old +<span class='pageno' id='Page_37'>37</span>Pete, and myself, successively tried to pull it +off the stone, but it adhered so closely that, +when we attempted to raise it, we lifted the +stone and all!</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> What produced this effect?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> The weight of the atmospheric +air upon the leather.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> But if the air presses equally on +every part of the surface of a body, why did +not the weight of the air on the under part +of the leather force it up?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> There was no air to press upon +the under surface. It was excluded by the +adhesion of the leather to the stone; and +there was no resistance below to the pressure +above it. Hence, it retained its place.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary now went to the closet, and brought +<span class='pageno' id='Page_38'>38</span>out the little pot, from which the water would +not run freely the day before, at the tea-party. +She held it up, and asked her class if any of +them could tell her why the water did not +run freely out of the spout, when they attempted +to pour out tea. Each of the scholars +took the pot and examined it, but no one +could answer the question.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary then filled the pot with water and +closed it with the lid. Then she attempted +to pour out the water into a little basin. At +first it ran out freely, but it soon flowed only +in drops.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“You have told me, Charles,” said Mary, +“that the air has weight. Now the spout of +the pot is filled with air, and when I pour +out the water at first, the resistance which +<span class='pageno' id='Page_39'>39</span>the water meets from the pressure of the air +in the spout is not great enough to prevent +it from flowing out; but after the air in the +spout has been forced out by the water, you +perceive, (do you not?) that the water, as I continue +to pour it, meets with the pressure of +the whole surrounding atmosphere, and that +is too great to allow the water to run freely. +How is this?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> Oh, I see—I know! When the +lid is <i>on</i> the pot, the air cannot get to the +surface of the water in the pot, and therefore +there is no pressure there to act <i>against</i> the +pressure which the water meets as it flows +from the spout.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Now can you tell me what we shall +do to have the water run freely?</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_40'>40</span><i>Charles.</i> Take off the lid, and then the +weight of the air on the water at the top of +the pot will press it out of the spout as you +pour it.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> We must do so in this case to have +the water run freely; but you have observed +that at table we always pour out tea and coffee +with the lid <i>on</i> the pot.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary then took an iron piercer out of her +desk, and she made a small hole in the top of +the pot lid. While she was doing it, Susan +Field exclaimed, “I have found it out—I +have found it out! There ought to be a little +hole in the lids of coffee and tea-pots, so +that the air can get through the little hole, +and press upon the surface of the tea and coffee. +Then the pressure upon it within being +<span class='pageno' id='Page_41'>41</span>equal to the pressure it meets without, +whatever liquid is in the pot will run out +freely. Is not that it, Mary?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Yes. And now we will test your +discovery.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary then filled the little play tea-pot with +water, and put on the lid with the hole in +the top of it; and to the delight of all the +scholars, who had crowded round the basin, +the water flowed out freely and beautifully, +until there was not a drop left in the pot.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Bravo! little Miss Philosopher,” said +Charles Linn. “Let us crown her! Let us +crown her! She is the conqueror of the day.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> I am very well satisfied with all +my little philosophers to-day; but we have +spent so much time over this lesson, that you +<span class='pageno' id='Page_42'>42</span>must leave crowning Susan until you have a +recess. Charles may do the honours of the +occasion by making a speech, if he likes.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Charles went to his desk, humming by the +way some verses which his father had read +to the family the evening before, and which +he had desired Charles to learn.</p> + +<div class='lg-container-b'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>We are trav’llers on a plain</div> + <div class='line in2'>Rich with treasures sprinkled o’er;</div> + <div class='line'>God has placed us here to gain</div> + <div class='line in2'>All that lies upon its floor.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Every truth we find is gold,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Dropp’d by wise men gone before;</div> + <div class='line'>Fast our findings let us hold,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Daily adding more and more.</div> + </div> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>Then for those that come behind,</div> + <div class='line in2'>We can leave our tiny grain;</div> + <div class='line'>Thus, for every good we find,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Giving something back again.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'><span class='pageno' id='Page_43'>43</span>As the generations rise,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Each gains something from the past—</div> + <div class='line'>Each should go out, as it dies,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Wiser, better than the last.</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>Mary now heard the lessons. Definitions +and spelling occupied the time until the hour +for recess.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Now let us crown our Queen of the Day,” +said Charles; and every one of the scholars +set out, through their bounds, to gather wild-flowers +and pretty green leaves to make a +wreath for Susan. Charles said they must +have some laurel, and he went off to gather +it.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Heated and weary they came back again, +and all sat down together on the grass, bringing +their gatherings to Lucy Linn, who had +<span class='pageno' id='Page_44'>44</span>been appointed to make a wreath for the +queen.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lucy twisted and untwisted, and arranged +and re-arranged, until she had formed a very +beautiful wreath. She had ivy, oak, and laurel +leaves twined first together, as a framework, +and then she twisted wild-flowers in +among them. The little children were lying +about on the grass, around Lucy, while +she was at work, and the older ones made +suggestions to her as she proceeded. When +the wreath was made,</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Now,” said Charles, “I must crown the +queen, for I was the first to acknowledge her +discovery.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Susan looked very sweetly when she was +crowned. She had waving brown hair over a +<span class='pageno' id='Page_45'>45</span>fair round forehead, and soft hazel eyes. +Charles said she looked every inch a queen.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Now you are too grand to play, Susan,” +said Eddy Forester.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Oh no, indeed I am not,” said she. “One, +two, three, and away!” and away ran Susan, +and all the scholars after her, and a merry +chase had the subjects after their queen. +When they caught her, Susan said she would +take off her wreath, and keep it to show to +Mary, and then she would take it home to +show to her grand-father and grand-mother.</p> + +<p class='c008'>The day was very warm, and they all sat +down together, to rest, near a fountain, away +off at the lower edge of the wood. The spring +had been walled round by Alfred Thompson’s +father; and in order that the villagers might +<span class='pageno' id='Page_46'>46</span>obtain water readily, he had a pipe made and +carried up through the wall; and from this +pipe the beautiful, clear water flowed out all +day long.</p> + +<p class='c008'>While they were there, some washerwomen +came to get water, and a little girl who was +with them spied the school children, as they +sat and talked and laughed under a shady +tree.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Will you give us some water? we are so +very thirsty,” said they to the little girl.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Are you Mary Carrow’s scholars?” asked +the women.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Yes,” said Charles Linn, rising up and +coming forward.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Then,” replied they, “you shall have as +much water from our cup as you like, because +<span class='pageno' id='Page_47'>47</span>you have a very good name in the neighbourhood.”</p> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i055.png' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic002'> +<p><b>Fifth Day.</b><br> Women at the fountain.—p. <a href='#Page_46'>46</a>.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>While they were drinking, they heard +Mary’s voice, and presently she appeared +among them. She thanked the little girl, +and said some kind words to the washerwomen, +and then hastened the scholars back +into school.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Do you know how fast the morning +is running away? We have yet one lesson to +say, and then, Eddy and Lily want to know +something about bees.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary looked at Susan’s wreath as they +walked back to school, and put it on her +own head to see how she looked in it. Then +she told her to keep it as a good mark gained +at school; for that would be a pleasant remembrance, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_48'>48</span>when the sweet flowers and pretty +leaves of which it was made should have +withered away.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary’s scholars were earnest and bright this +morning, and were soon ready for the reading.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Now for the bees!” said Eddy Forester.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Eddy, what did you wish to ask +about them?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> I should like to know what they +do when they travel about in their hive?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> When you see them hurrying up +and down in their hive, they are at work. +Some of them are carrying wax to the place +where other bees are building cells, and these +cells, you know, form the comb. Some of +them are loaded with farina, which, you know, +they gather from the flowers; and with this +<span class='pageno' id='Page_49'>49</span>farina they feed the young bees. Each one +does his own work, without interfering with +the others; and though you sometimes see +only an apparently confused crowding of bees +together, in their hives, yet they are all busy +at their appointed work.</p> + +<p class='c008'>There are three classes of bees in every +hive. First, there is the queen-bee, who is +mother and ruler of the whole community. +Then there are the drones; and there are +the working-bees, who build the cells and +make the honey. The working-bees are divided +into two classes—the wax-workers and +the nursing-bees. It is the especial business +of the latter to take care of the young, but +they also make wax and assist in the architecture +of the hive.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_50'>50</span>When you saw so many bees passing to +and fro in the hive, they were engaged in doing +their own special business. Some of +these which you saw were carrying wax to +the little architects who were laying the +foundations of a new comb; and as soon as +they reached the spot, these would come forward +to meet them, and relieve them of their +burdens; then they would immediately leave +the hive, to procure more materials for building, +and when they returned with another +load, it would again be taken from them by +the bees who were at home in the hive, and +applied to the same purpose—forming or finishing +cells. Some of those which you saw +were probably nursing-bees, carrying food to +the cells, where the young bees were in the +<span class='pageno' id='Page_51'>51</span>first stage of their existence. Some of these +might have been wax-workers, taking the +wax which they had made to the cells which +were already filled with honey, in order to +spread a very thin layer of it over each cell, +to prevent the honey from wasting by running +out.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lucy Linn.</i> Do the bees make the pretty +combs which hold the honey?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Yes. That is the first work of a +new swarm after it has taken possession of +the hive.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> How did they learn to make such +pretty combs? Look, here is a print of one.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> God gave them instincts, by which +they learn to provide for themselves. He +has implanted in every creature which he has +<span class='pageno' id='Page_52'>52</span>created, an instinct, which guides it first to +gather such materials as it needs for the construction +of its habitation, and afterward to +make use of the materials which it has collected, +in building its habitation.</p> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i062.png' alt='drawing of honeycomb' class='ig001'> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>“He has implanted in every creature the +instinct of self-preservation, and he has endowed +even the most insignificant insect, as +well as the noblest animals, with intelligence +<span class='pageno' id='Page_53'>53</span>sufficient to provide for its own wants.” He +has fashioned every creature with organs +adapted to accomplish this end; and the +more you know of insect history, the better +you will be able to comprehend something of +the wisdom and beneficence of our Heavenly +Father, who has made nothing in vain.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Susan.</i> Here is a cluster of bees hanging +together, as I have often seen them hanging +at the door of a hive. What does it mean, +Mary?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> They are manufacturing wax, +while in that position. It is always their +preliminary measure, when they are about +to begin building their cells.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> What is wax made of?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Honey. When the bees are gorged +<span class='pageno' id='Page_54'>54</span>with honey, they hang together in this way, +in order to make their honey into wax. As +soon as they have made enough to build cells +with, they begin.</p> + +<p class='c008'>One bee, (called by naturalists the founder-bee,) +attaches itself to the roof of the hive, +in order to lay the foundation-wall for a row +of cells. While in this position, it affixes to +the roof a shapeless little mound of wax; it +smooths and works at its deposite until it is +weary, when another bee comes and takes its +place, and works in the same way until it +also is tired. A number of bees in succession +come after these, each one bringing its deposite +of wax, which it adds to the general mass; +and they soon have an irregular line of wax +hanging down from the roof of the hive, about +<span class='pageno' id='Page_55'>55</span>two-thirds of an inch in length. This is the +foundation-wall of their pretty house of honeycombs.</p> + +<p class='c008'>You will observe that I have told you +this wall of wax, which depends from the roof +of the hive, is of an irregular thickness. When +it is completed, another set of bees begin to +lay the foundations of the cells, by commencing +a hollowing process at those parts of the +wall where it is thickest. The first bee who +comes to the work takes out of the wall with +its teeth as much wax as is equal to the diameter +of a cell; and after kneading the particles +with its mandibles, and moistening them +with its tongue, deposits it on the edge of +the excavation which it has made in the wall. +When this insect has laboured for some seconds, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_56'>56</span>it goes away, and another takes its +place, working in the same way. So soon as +one bee succeeds another in the work, a number +of excavations in the wall are made, +which are the rudiments of cells. While +these are being made, another set of founder-bees +build a second wall, which they bring +down in a parallel line to the first, and near +enough to it to admit of only a passage for +the bees who are making the cells on either +side of the wall.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Two sets of bees are always at work in +constructing the comb; those who build the +walls, and those who excavate the cells; +and there is also another set of bees, who +polish and finish the cells, after they are +formed.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_57'>57</span><i>Lucy.</i> How do they proceed after their +house is built?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> You will observe that, in consequence +of the mode of building among bees, +new walls and the rudiments of cells are being +constructed in one part of the hive, while, +in another, the work is in a complete state. +As soon as some of the cells are completed, +the queen-bee begins to deposit eggs in them, +and these are called brood-cells. Very soon +after the eggs are laid, the embryo insect requires +feeding, which work is performed by +the nurse-bees. This creates a division of +labour, you see, and of course there are fewer +builders to carry on the construction of combs. +The nurse-bees always assist in building, when +they have no young to take care of. Another +<span class='pageno' id='Page_58'>58</span>set of cells is appropriated for the honey, and +it is the business of some of the bees to store +up winter provisions, by filling them with +this delicious fare. Here we come in for a +share of their labour, for you know we take +all the honey which they do not need for +themselves and their families.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mike Terry.</i> Where do the bees get the +food for their young?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> They gather it from the flowers. +It was formerly supposed that the young bee +was fed with honey, but Huber and other late +naturalists have discovered that they are fed +on farina.</p> + +<p class='c008'>There are many very interesting facts in +connection with the swarming of bees, which +are worthy of attention.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_59'>59</span>When the number of bees becomes too +great for one family, there is a wise provision +made for their division into separate tribes. +These tribes are called swarms, and when a +swarm leaves the hive, with a queen at its +head, they seek a new home, and begin to +build, in the manner which I have described +to you.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles.</i> Would they not go without a +queen?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> No.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lucy.</i> How do queens differ from common +bees?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> They are larger and handsomer, +and their position is different from that of +any other bee, inasmuch as they receive the +homage of all the bees in the hive.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_60'>60</span><i>Charles.</i> But if there is but one queen in +each hive, how are others obtained when +the swarming takes place?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> I was about to explain this to you, +when one of you asked a question about something +else.</p> + +<p class='c008'>In the construction of the cells which +form the comb, there are three different +sorts—the brood-cells, which are for the common +eggs—the honey cells, for honey, and +the royal cells, for the eggs which are to +produce queens. These royal cells are always +made larger, and with more care, and with +a greater expenditure of wax and labour, than +any of the other cells. There are usually +three or four, but sometimes as many as ten +or twelve in one hive.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_61'>61</span>About the time that a royal princess comes +forth from her cell, the old queen usually +leads off a part of the family, to seek with +them a new home, leaving her successor to +govern and receive the honours of royalty. +This is called swarming. The queens seem +to have an instinctive hatred of each other, +and when more than one princess emerges at +the same time from their respective cells, they +attack, and would destroy one another, if they +were not prevented by the workers.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Some naturalists are of the opinion that +the bees send out scouts, prior to swarming, +to select for them a new home; and if there +are no empty hives near at hand, they will +begin to form their combs in the hollow trunks +of trees. Owners of bees, however, usually +<span class='pageno' id='Page_62'>62</span>watch them, and have empty hives ready for +the new swarms.</p> + +<p class='c008'>So wonderful and interesting are the little +creatures, in all their habits, and so marvellously +is the wisdom of our Heavenly Father +displayed in their instincts, that we +might spend weeks in pursuing their history, +and yet not become acquainted with all that +naturalists have discovered about them. I +scarcely know how to quit the subject; but it +is already past the hour at which we usually +close school, and I am afraid the fathers and +mothers of my little scholars are wondering +why I keep them so long, this morning.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Will you not tell us all about it at some +other time, Mary?” asked the scholars, almost +all at once.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_63'>63</span>Mary told them she would. “And now,” +said she, “we must put away books and slates, +and go home to our dinners. Talking so +long to you, makes me feel very hungry, I +assure you.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>When Mary’s scholars came to school in +the afternoon, they scampered away, one by +one, down to the tool-house, with the rakes +and little pitch-forks which they had brought +for the harvesting at neighbour Linn’s. +They were all neatly dressed, to stay to tea. +Poor little Mike Terry had never been out +to tea in his life before, and he was so pleased +to be invited, that he could talk and think of +nothing else.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Lucy Linn was whispering round that they +were to have a table spread out on the lawn, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_64'>64</span>and she told Mike he should sit next to her, +and she would give him cakes and sweetmeats, +and as many nice things as he wanted to eat.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“And will you give me some of the good +things to take home to mother, Lucy?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Lucy.</i> Yes. You shall have the little +basket that Charley and I bring our dinners in +to school, on rainy days, and I will fill it full +of good things for your mother, and you shall +carry them home to her.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mike.</i> What a nice girl you are, Lucy! I +love you dearly for that.</p> + +<p class='c008'>While Mike and Lucy were talking, the +little bell rang for school.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary told them she should give them a +short session, so that they could have plenty +of time for the hay-making.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_65'>65</span>“Now what have we to do?” Charles.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Sewing for the girls, geography for us, +and tables and slates for these youngsters. +Then Bible-reading, and then hay-making.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Ellen Raby.</i> Mary, will you read to us +something pretty, while we are sewing? See, +my hemming is all fitted, and Lily’s work is +a little patch, and we could listen without interrupting +you at all.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Yes,” said Mary. “My little girls and +boys have been such good children to-day, +that they deserve to be indulged with the +reading of a pretty story. It shall be a true +story—one which a preacher related to my +mother, during her life, and which she wrote +down and preserved among her papers.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>Mary then took out of her pocket-book a +<span class='pageno' id='Page_66'>66</span>paper, carefully folded and enveloped, which +was filled with her mother’s hand-writing. +It was very precious to Mary, and she did +not allow any one to handle it but herself, +lest it should be soiled or worn out.</p> + +<div class='chapter'> + <h2 class='c009'>THE PREACHER’S STORY.</h2> +</div> + +<p class='c007'>In one of my annual rounds among the +poor of a bleak district in the west of Scotland, +after a day of weary travel, I came at +nightfall to the little cottage of John Wilson.</p> + +<p class='c008'>I had frequently halted there before, +when out on similar errands, and, as often as +I had done so, I was reminded of Burns’ faithful +pictures of the cotter’s home.</p> + +<p class='c008'>It was Saturday night. I met John just +<span class='pageno' id='Page_67'>67</span>coming in from work, and we entered his +home together.</p> + +<div class='figcenter id002'> +<img src='images/i078.png' alt='' class='ig001'> +<div class='ic002'> +<p><b>Fifth Day.</b><br> Whenever she went out, she carried the baby in her arms, and Jamie went before as a guide.—p. <a href='#Page_67'>67</a>.</p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class='lg-container-b'> + <div class='linegroup'> + <div class='group'> + <div class='line'>“His wee bit ingle<a id='rA'></a><a href='#fA' class='c011'><sup>[A]</sup></a> blinkin’ bonnily,</div> + <div class='line in2'>His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie’s smile,</div> + <div class='line'>The lisping infant prattling on his knee,</div> + <div class='line in2'>Does a’ his weary, carking cares beguile,</div> + <div class='line'>And makes him quite forget his labour an’ his toil.”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p class='c008'>In a snug corner of the fireplace sat a +stranger—a woman with a baby in her lap; +and on the floor beside her, lay a little boy +asleep. I soon found that it was blind Amy +Duncan, the widow of an honest fisherman +who had been lost in a storm a few weeks +before.</p> + +<p class='c008'>I had often heard of little Jamie Duncan, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_68'>68</span>her son. He was a good, bright boy, and as +he could not be spared to go regularly to +school, he had been instructed at the manse, +by the minister. His mother had learned, +blind as she was, to knit, and to prepare +thread and yarn for the weavers; and now +that her husband was dead, this occupation +was all that she had to depend on for support. +Little Jamie had been his mother’s +guide all along the shore among the cottages +of the fishermen. He would lead her by the +hand, a few times, to any new place where +she wanted to go, and after that he would +run on before her, and she would follow, by +listening to the sound of his footsteps. He +brought her the wool and flax which she +<span class='pageno' id='Page_69'>69</span>used, and when it was ready for the weavers +he would carry it to them.</p> + +<p class='c008'>He had but little time for his book, for +while his mother was at work, he had to mind +the baby for her; and whenever she went out, +she carried the baby in her arms, and Jamie +went before as a guide.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Jamie used to think a great deal about +what the minister taught him, and he learned +his spelling and Scripture lessons by saying +them over aloud, as he led his mother about. +When the poor, blind widow was left without +a home, John Wilson made a place for her +and her little ones at his hearth, though he +was a poor man himself and had to work +hard for his bread.</p> + +<p class='c008'>I left the cottage early the next day, to +<span class='pageno' id='Page_70'>70</span>fulfil an engagement in a distant part of the +country, and, for a long time after, I heard +nothing of John Wilson’s family, nor of the +blind widow.</p> + +<p class='c008'>The next season, in the course of my rounds, +I purposed visiting them again; and just after +I had entered upon the wide moor which lay +between my road and the cotter’s, I met little +Jamie Duncan, with a stick over his shoulder, +hung with the weaver’s thread, and his mother +and the baby following on close behind. +I drew near, unperceived by them, for Jamie’s +face was turned toward his mother, and she, +being blind, could not see me. She appeared +to be weeping, and little Jamie was saying to +her—</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Don’t cry mother, for you know that we +<span class='pageno' id='Page_71'>71</span>have a Father in heaven, and if we mind +what He says to us, He will take care of us. +You know when our father died, you said +you couldn’t tell what was to become of you +and me and the baby. So I went out under +the fir-tree and said a little prayer to our +heavenly Father. I told Him you were blind, +and asked Him to help you and to take care +of us all.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Who put that into your head, child?” said +Jamie’s mother.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Jamie.</i> Nobody. I learned it out of the +Bible. The Bible says, “Ask, and ye shall +receive;” and our minister told me that every +word in the Bible was true, and that we must +try to obey all our Saviour’s commands, and +then we would believe all His promises.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_72'>72</span>“What else does the Bible say?” Jamie.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“It says, ‘Trust in the Lord;’ and it says +‘God is a husband of the widow and a father +of the fatherless.’ Dear mother, I am sure if +we ask our Heavenly Father, He will find a +place for us to go to.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>“I cannot see him, child. I am blind!”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Jamie.</i> I cannot see him either, mother: +nobody can see him; but sometimes, when +I am all alone, I feel as if some good being, +that I could not see, is walking along by me, +just as you are now; and then I can pray, +and sing little hymns, and I feel so happy, +that if I am ever so hungry and tired, I don’t +mind it. I think, mother, that when we feel +so, our Heavenly Father’s good Spirit is with +<span class='pageno' id='Page_73'>73</span>us; and our minister says, nothing can harm +us then.</p> + +<p class='c008'>I now advanced toward them, and questioned +them about the Wilsons. I found that +death had been in the house. The father +and mother were both laid in the burying-ground +of the little church. Elsie, the oldest +daughter, was married, and had taken the +younger children to her new home; and the +family circle of the Wilsons was broken up, +and there was no longer a place by the fireside +for the poor blind widow.</p> + +<p class='c008'>It seemed clearly my duty to take them +into my own home for the present, which I did. +The widow did not live very long, but the +baby and little Jamie are still with me; and +I thank God for the blessing he has given to +<span class='pageno' id='Page_74'>74</span>my household in that sweet child of faith—Jamie +Duncan.</p> + +<hr class='c010'> + +<p class='c008'>Mary now heard the geography class, arranged +and fitted the sewing-work, attended +to “tables” and sums, and then took the Bible +to select a portion for the reading.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Where shall we read? and what shall +we read about?” said she.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Under the oak! Under the oak!” exclaimed +the scholars, all at once. And there, once +more, teacher and flock gathered together, +finding in its shade, a most agreeable retreat +from the heat of the schoolroom.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Mary,” said Eddy Forester, “I have been +wanting all day to get a chance to ask you a +question. Will you answer it now, before +<span class='pageno' id='Page_75'>75</span>we begin to read? Will you tell me why the +Thompsons are so much richer than my mother, +and why Lily and I cannot have little +ponies to ride, as Willy and Alfred Thompson +have?”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> I cannot answer your question, my +dear little boy. Why some are rich and prosperous, +and why some, equally deserving, are +poor and unprosperous, are questions which +have puzzled the wise of all ages. But this +I can tell you, that God, who knows all +things, and who knows what is best for every +one of us, <i>permits</i> an unequal distribution of +such things among his children. Wealth for +some and poverty for others, and a condition +between poverty and wealth for many, is of +God’s permission; and, therefore, this difference +<span class='pageno' id='Page_76'>76</span>of condition must be good for us. If it +were not so, He would find some way to change +it. You remember, we were reading the other +day, in the Bible, about Abraham. Abraham +was very rich; he had lands and cattle in +abundance. God loved Abraham, and he +blessed him and made him rich. But God +had other servants, whom we read of in the +Bible, whom it pleased Him, for some wise +purpose of his own, to make poor.</p> + +<p class='c008'>The apostle Peter was a poor fisherman. +The apostle Paul was a poor tent-maker. +And so it is at this day. Some of the Lord’s +most faithful servants are rich men, and +some, whose lives are equally acceptable to +Him, are very poor—have to work for their +daily bread, as the apostles did.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_77'>77</span><i>Charles Linn.</i> But, Mary, you told us once, +that our Heavenly Father’s children were +equally the objects of his care and love. How +is it, then, that poor people have to work so +hard, while the rich have nothing to do?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> It is not really so, that the poor +only work, and that the rich do nothing. +Rich people work just as hard as poor people +do.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Eddy.</i> How can that be? Do Alfred and +Willy Thompson work as hard as I do? and +does their mother work as much as my mother?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> Yes. Your work and their work +are not alike, but it is, I should think, about +equal. Our Heavenly Father placed us here +to do different kinds of work in his harvest-field, +<span class='pageno' id='Page_78'>78</span>which is the world. The rich man’s +work and the poor man’s work can never be +the same; if it were so, then the ends for +which we were placed here would not be +gained.</p> + +<p class='c008'>You are too young to understand this subject +now so well as I hope you will when +you are older; but I will select for our reading +some portions of Scripture which, I think, +will enlighten you.</p> + +<p class='c008'>You remember that I read to you, on a former +occasion, the history of Adam and Eve—of +their disobedience—for which God sent +them out of the garden of Eden; and you +will remember also, that I read to you the +sentence which He passed upon Adam, and +that I told you that sentence was passed +<span class='pageno' id='Page_79'>79</span>upon all of Adam’s race who should be born +after him. This is the sentence: “In the +sweat of thy face shall thou eat bread, until +thou return unto the ground.”<a id='rB'></a><a href='#fB' class='c011'><sup>[B]</sup></a> Many, many +years after these words were spoken to Adam, +we find the same sentence in full force upon +Adam’s descendants. David mentions it in +the Psalms: “Man goeth forth unto his work, +and to his labour until the evening.”<a id='rC'></a><a href='#fC' class='c011'><sup>[C]</sup></a> “For +thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands.”<a id='rD'></a><a href='#fD' class='c011'><sup>[D]</sup></a></p> + +<p class='c008'>I will now read to you what is said +about labour. “All things are full of labour.”<a id='rE'></a><a href='#fE' class='c011'><sup>[E]</sup></a> +“The thing that hath been, it is +that which shall be, and that which is done, +is that which shall be done. It hath been +<span class='pageno' id='Page_80'>80</span>already of old time which was before us.”<a id='rF'></a><a href='#fF' class='c011'><sup>[F]</sup></a> +These passages of Holy Writ will show you +that God’s command to labour has been obeyed +by millions of people who have lived before +us, and that it must be obeyed over and +over again by every succeeding generation.</p> + +<p class='c008'>I will now read to you another scriptural +command to labour; and you must remember +that all the commands of God, as recorded in +the Bible, are to be obeyed: “In the morning +sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold +not thine hand, for thou knowest not whether +shall prosper, either this or that, or whether +they both shall be alike good.”<a id='rG'></a><a href='#fG' class='c011'><sup>[G]</sup></a> Now +hear the blessings which are promised to the +labourer: “The sleep of a labouring man is +<span class='pageno' id='Page_81'>81</span>sweet.” “It is good and comely for one to +eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of +all his labour that he taketh under the sun +all the days of his life, which God giveth him: +for it is his portion.” “Every man also to +whom God hath given riches and wealth, and +hath given him power to eat thereof, and to +take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour, +this is the gift of God.”<a id='rH'></a><a href='#fH' class='c011'><sup>[H]</sup></a></p> + +<p class='c008'>Our Heavenly Father has not only commanded +us to labour, but, because He loves +us and knows what is best for us, He has so +ordered our life that we find our happiness +in it.</p> + +<p class='c008'>You will now see, by the Holy Scriptures, +that labour is the condition of our being, that +<span class='pageno' id='Page_82'>82</span>God commands us to labour—that He makes +no distinctions in giving the command to the +race of Adam. It is for all; for rich and +poor—for high and low—for great and small. +None can escape from it, and do their duty. +Whoever does escape from it and lives in idleness, +disobeys God, and will be punished for +disobeying him. Idleness is sin; and we cannot +commit any sin, you know, without disobeying +and displeasing our Heavenly Father.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Charles Linn’s merry face was full of serious +thoughtfulness while Mary was speaking, +and her younger scholars were listening attentively +to every word she said.</p> + +<p class='c008'>“You understand now,” continued Mary, +“that human beings come into the world to +<span class='pageno' id='Page_83'>83</span>work—not to live in idleness; and that our +Heavenly Father plants us in different parts +of the world, and in different positions, in +order that we may be near the duties and +occupations which He has appointed for us.</p> + +<p class='c008'>One little boy finds himself born in a great +house, where there are many servants, and +handsome grounds, and horses to ride, as at +our neighbour Thompson’s. Another little +boy finds himself in a snug cottage, with only +his mother and a dear little sister. And both +these boys must work, though their work will +be different, as it ought to be. When they +are old enough to be useful, the little cottager, +if he is a good boy, will assist his mother in +taking care of the chickens and pigs, in gathering +eggs, picking cherries, and in doing +<span class='pageno' id='Page_84'>84</span>any little services about the house for which +his strength is sufficient. The child in the +great house, if he is a good boy, will try to +repay the servants for their care of him, by +teaching them, when they have time, to read +in the Bible, if they do not know how, and +entertaining them sometimes from other books. +Some of them may be old and sickly, and the +rich little boy can take some of his money +and buy them warmer clothing than they +can afford to buy for themselves. And when +they are weary of waiting and running to do +this and that, the rich little boy can say to +himself—“John has been out in the rain, or +cold, all day, and I will light the fire in my +own room myself. I think I know very well +how to do it, for I have often looked at John +<span class='pageno' id='Page_85'>85</span>while he made the fires.” Or, if Sally, the chamber-maid, +is busy, he can quickly take his +pitcher and fill it with fresh water, without +calling upon her to do it. This will be the +work of the rich little boy, just as helping his +mother is the work of the poor little boy; and +our Heavenly Father will look with approving +eye on both, because both are obeying His +command—to labour.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Little boys and girls who are so happy as +to be sent to school, have another sort of work +to do, in which the rich and poor fare alike. +They must be diligent, obedient, industrious, +and try to understand all that they are learning. +This is their school-work; and pretty +hard it is sometimes. Do you not think so?</p> + +<p class='c008'>“No!” said Mary’s scholars all at once. +<span class='pageno' id='Page_86'>86</span>“It is not hard at all, at our school. It is altogether +pleasant.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> I am glad to hear you say so. But +let me tell you, it is because you observe my +rules and attend to my instructions, and do +as I bid you, that you find it so pleasant. +Your dutiful and agreeable behaviour to me, +beautifully illustrates God’s law of labour; +for you find your happiness in it, do you +not?</p> + +<p class='c008'>“Yes! that we do,” said Eddy Forester. +“If we were idle and bad, we should be very +unhappy, I am sure.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> And just so it is, if we obey God’s +law of labour. We find our happiness in our +obedience to it. He is so merciful and loving, +that He lays no command upon us and holds +<span class='pageno' id='Page_87'>87</span>no law over us which we cannot convert into +a blessing by cheerful obedience to it.</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Charles Linn.</i> We understand now, that +the lots of poor and rich children are not so +unequal as we had thought they were. Will +you tell us something about grown people? +Do ladies and gentlemen work?</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> You know that Willy Thompson’s +father is the owner of very extensive factories, +where he employs several hundred persons—men +and women. When he purchased these +factories, the workmen were vicious and intemperate. +Their wives had wretched homes, +and their children were idle and ignorant, +because they had no one to instruct them.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Willy’s father and mother went up there +to see how their workmen lived, and they immediately +<span class='pageno' id='Page_88'>88</span>set to work to reform and improve +them. They provided a school for their +children, and Willy’s mother went round +among the cottagers’ wives and instructed +them in housewifery, and in making garments +for their husbands and children. His +father talked to the men about drinking whisky, +but they told him they were too poor to +buy coffee, and that they drank whisky because +it was cheap. He then made a calculation +for them; showed them how much time +they lost by drunkenness, for which they received +no wages, of course, and made them +see clearly that if that lost time were filled +up with work, they would have more money, +and could afford to buy many things that +they must now do without. After a long time +<span class='pageno' id='Page_89'>89</span>of weary but steady and kind labour among +them, he succeeded in prevailing upon them +to hear the Bible read and to go to a place +of worship.</p> + +<p class='c008'>The Thompsons have been labouring with +these people for ten years, and now, by the +blessing of God on their efforts, they have the +gratification of seeing them changed from a +vicious, idle population, into honest, temperate, +and respectable people.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Besides all this work, Willy’s father regulates +the labour on his own farm, and his +mother takes care of her large household and +orders her domestic arrangements.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Now tell me if rich people, who are good +stewards of wealth, have not as much work +to do as their poorer neighbours.</p> + +<p class='c008'><span class='pageno' id='Page_90'>90</span>Eddy Forester opened his blue eyes wide, +when Mary had told him all these things, +and said, “Yes; and I am glad my mother has +only Lily and me to take care of, instead of +all neighbour Thompson’s people.”</p> + +<p class='c008'><i>Mary.</i> As we do not go to the harvest-party +yet, I will pursue the subject; and, perhaps, +if you try to remember and think upon +what I have said, you will find it opening +more and more clearly to your comprehension.</p> + +<p class='c008'>You know, I have told you that our Heavenly +Father has many different kinds of +work to be done on earth, and he has endowed +men and women with a great variety of gifts +and faculties, which are adapted to a great variety +of occupations. There are men and women +whose appropriate work is to spend a +<span class='pageno' id='Page_91'>91</span>great part of their lives in thinking and writing +books. If there were not such men and +women we should have no schools, we should +have no learning, we should have no arts, we +should have no sciences. There are also men +and women whose business it is to go about +among the poor and sick and afflicted, to relieve +and comfort them, and sympathize with +them by personal intercourse. There are +many whose proper business it is to be engaged +in trade and merchandise, for a civilized +nation could not live without commerce. +There are those whose chief business it is to +instruct the souls of people, by preaching the +gospel, who do all they can to win souls to +Christ our Saviour; to induce poor sinners to +come to the Saviour who died for us that we +<span class='pageno' id='Page_92'>92</span>might have eternal life. There are many, +(women especially,) whose lives are acceptable +to God, who are scarcely known outside +of their own family circle; who make +our <span class='fss'>HOMES</span> what homes ought to be—pleasant, +cheerful places, where every thing is +well ordered in the spirit of love and kindness, +and under whose influences all the domestic +virtues flourish. These are the good mothers, +the good wives, the good sisters, the +good daughters.</p> + +<p class='c008'>God has a place and a purpose for all of +us. He has given us bodies to take care of, +and minds to be cultivated, and souls to be +instructed. Nothing is to be done without +labour, and nothing is to be got without +labour. We cannot live without the labour +<span class='pageno' id='Page_93'>93</span>of others. Hence, it is our individual +duty to contribute, by our own labour, to +the common good of our fellow-creatures. +To labour, according to our different gifts, is +only to pay a debt of gratitude which we owe +to one another; and, above all, to labour is +our duty, because God has said, “In the sweat +of thy face shalt thou eat bread.”</p> + +<p class='c008'>The little clock on the mantelpiece now +began to strike, one—two—three—four, the +hour for school to close on this afternoon.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Books and work were soon smoothed away, +and the whole party were at neighbour Linn’s +at the time appointed for hay-making.</p> + +<div class='c001 figcenter id003'> +<img src='images/i105.png' alt='FINIS' class='ig001'> +</div> +<div class='pbb'> + <hr class='pb c001'> +</div> + +<div class='footnote' id='fA'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rA'>A</a>.  </span>Fire.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fB'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rB'>B</a>.  </span>Gen. <abbr title='3'>iii</abbr>. 19.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fC'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rC'>C</a>.  </span>Ps. <abbr title='104'>civ</abbr>. 23.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fD'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rD'>D</a>.  </span>Ps. <abbr title='128'>cxxviii</abbr>. 2.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fE'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rE'>E</a>.  </span>Eccl. <abbr title='1'>i</abbr>. 8</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fF'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rF'>F</a>.  </span>Eccl. <abbr title='1'>i</abbr>. 9, 10.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fG'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rG'>G</a>.  </span>Eccl. <abbr title='11'>xi</abbr>. 6.</p> +</div> +<div class='footnote' id='fH'> +<p class='c008'><span class='label'><a href='#rH'>H</a>.  </span>Eccl. <abbr title='5'>v</abbr>. 12, 18, 19.</p> +</div> + +<div class='tnotes'> + +<p class='c008'><b>TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE:</b></p> +<div class='ttext'> + +<p class='c008'>Perceived typos have been silently corrected.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.</p> + +<p class='c008'>Archaic or variant spelling, and punctuation, excluding the above, have been retained.</p> + +</div> + +</div> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78896 ***</div> +</body> +<!-- created with ppgen.py 3.57i (with regex) on 2026-06-12 22:09:10 GMT --> +</html> diff --git a/78896-h/images/i004.png b/78896-h/images/i004.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4ee404 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i004.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i008.png b/78896-h/images/i008.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..1432030 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i008.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i015.png b/78896-h/images/i015.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4da7e72 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i015.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i032.png b/78896-h/images/i032.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..5a27a33 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i032.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i055.png b/78896-h/images/i055.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..39ce00a --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i055.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i062.png b/78896-h/images/i062.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..040fada --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i062.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i078.png b/78896-h/images/i078.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..067f308 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i078.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/i105.png b/78896-h/images/i105.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..caa9de6 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/i105.png diff --git a/78896-h/images/icover.jpg b/78896-h/images/icover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f035be --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/icover.jpg diff --git a/78896-h/images/ititle.png b/78896-h/images/ititle.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0efc682 --- /dev/null +++ b/78896-h/images/ititle.png diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6c72794 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This book, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. 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