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THE 
 
 CHILDREN OE ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 “WHEN SORROW IS ASLEEP, WAKE IT NOT.’* 
 
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 |AR into Wales, beautiful Wales ! with 
 her mountains, her rocks, and her 
 waterfalls, — I must lead you to the fair town 
 of Caerwys, on the sweet May eve of the 
 Eisteddvod, or meeting of the Welsh Bards 
 and Minstrels. 
 
 It was a cheerful sight : the old streets were 
 crowded with the merry peasants, in their 
 holiday costume, and bright glances from 
 beneath their clean mob caps, fell upon the 
 inmates of the grand carriages, with their gay 
 trappings, bringing, perhaps, fairer forms, but 
 not lighter hearts, to the ancient festival. 
 
 We will pass through these crowded streets. 
 
 
THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 and across the old church-yard, where the 
 sounds of the tower bells re-echoed, and 
 
 amidst the little primrose-covered graves, that 
 marked the rest of children, and the love of 
 Welsh mothers, on and on, till we reach the 
 lovely Dingle of Maesmynan Wort, famous 
 for its sweet wild flowers ; and there, by the 
 w^ater brook, old and weary, sat a blind harper, 
 whose bare feet were cut with long travel- 
 ling, and whose old black coat was powdered 
 with the white dust of the sunny roads. 
 
 Besides him, striving to brighten up the 
 strings of his harp, by sweeping the long fern 
 leaves across them, was a fair- haired child, 
 whose voice soon broke the silence. “ Grand- 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 father/' she said , cc our journey is nearly over ; 
 I can hear the church bells of Caerwys, and 
 the merry laughter of rich children, who are 
 passing up the high-road, and talking of the 
 pleasant sight they will see to-morrow; but 
 they know not of your harp, or they would for- 
 get sights, and remember only sweet sounds." 
 
 Tears came into the old man's eyes, — “ If 
 you were my judge, dear Janet, I should not 
 fail on to-morrow's trial ; but I am old and 
 feeble, my hands often tremble, and I much 
 fear they will play me false." 
 
 “ Oh, no," said Janet ; “ we have not come 
 this long way in vain ; we shall be proud and 
 happy yet and she stroked his face tenderly 
 with her slender fingers. 
 
 The old man sighed, for the little fingers 
 were very thin, and the voice that had so often 
 cheered him on his lonely way, was softer and 
 less joyous than its wont. 
 
 J anet was dearer to her godfather than any 
 thing else in the world. Once he had a hap- 
 py home, and dear children around him ; now 
 he had not where to lay his head, and the 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 fragrant flowers on many graves were watered 
 with his tears. But the sweet voice of the 
 young child brought comfort to his heart ; and 
 when he was turned from his dear cottage, in 
 Llanelltyd, and began his toilsome journey, 
 the little hand that so tenderly pressed his, 
 seemed still to bid him hope. 
 
 Janet heard her grandfather sigh, and it 
 grieved her so, she placed his harp before 
 him, and when he swept his fingers across its 
 many strings, calm and happy thoughts of 
 other days came to him on the wings of the 
 old melodies, and he played and played on 
 till the little stars peeped out, one by one, 
 and the child had sunk beside him in calm 
 and happy slumbers. 
 
 Swiftly and holily glided on the dark hours 
 of night above the sleepers, and Janet woke 
 not till the low chirpings of the little birds, 
 and the golden glory of the rising sun, told 
 of the dawn of another day; her grand- 
 father slept still, and she would not wake 
 him, he was so very weary; so she bu- 
 sied herself in washing, in the brook's clear 
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 water, her little linen jacket and cap, and 
 brushing the dust from herfull short petticoat, 
 and then, when she had smoothed back her 
 long fair hair, and placed in her little coloured 
 handkerchief, a bunch of fresh-gathered vio- 
 lets, she looked almost like the Janet of other 
 days. She then filled her little mug with 
 fresh water, and dividing her last crust of 
 bread, took it to her grandfather, who smiled 
 when he heard her gay voice ; and when they 
 had finished their simple breakfast, she laved 
 his hands in the clear water, and smoothed 
 his grey locks, for she knew many people 
 would see him that day, and Janet was proud- 
 er of the old man, with his withered face and 
 bending form, than any one in the whole 
 wide world beside. 
 
 The sun was high in the heavens, when 
 they left the shade of the friendly dingle, and 
 pursued their way to the old Town Hall of 
 Caerwys. Oh, how Janet's heart beat, and 
 then sunk within her, as she led her grand- 
 father up that crowded hall. 
 
 What a sea of heads met her gaze, — grand 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 ladies and gentlemen, and little children,— 
 oh, so richly dressed. And the judges, who 
 looked so stern and grave; and the many 
 harpers, who sat above them. Oh, how she 
 heard the sweet sounds that issued from their 
 harps, that day; and the loud applause as 
 each was again silent. Oh, surely, thought 
 Janet, he cannot play like these ; and I only 
 know how good he is, and how helpless and 
 poor. 
 
 But Janet was wrong, One who knows all 
 things, looked down with kindness on the old 
 blind harper, and when, last of all, the name 
 of Owen Llwyd was called, he smiled gladly, 
 and tuning his harp, poured forth such 
 sounds, that Janet thought an angel's hand 
 must guide him ; and while all around sat in 
 breathless admiration, the silent tears of gra- 
 titude flowed fast from her soft eyes. 
 
 And now it is over ; — exhausted, the old 
 man leans back in his chair, and amidst the 
 shouts and clapping of hands of all assembled, 
 he is called forth, and the judge, in clear tones, 
 elects him as the Pencerddtant, or chief liarp- 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 er, and the golden medal is awarded him. 
 All now crowded round the poor unknown 
 harper; children come forward, to speak 
 kindly to the little Welsh girl, and to hear 
 from her of the long journey they came, and 
 of their sad story. But how much joy is in 
 store for them. 
 
 Among the many rich people who came far 
 from their homes, to hear the Welsh minstrels, 
 was the Lord of Alton Towers, the fairest spot 
 in happy England, but he thought that within 
 his walls, no music like the old harper’s had 
 ever been heard ; and when they told him 
 that Owen was poor and friendless, he sent 
 for him, and offered him a home for his de- 
 clining years, and tender care for his little 
 Janet, if he would follow him to England, 
 and play before the great company who came 
 to visit him. 
 
 Old Owen wept tears of joy at this happy 
 change, and blessed God for his goodness, in 
 leading him by the hand of the little child to 
 such happiness. 
 
 And we, too, will follow them to the sweet 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 vale of Churnet, where stretch the broad lands 
 of Alton, with its forest of fir trees, and 
 
 fairv-like gardens, to the new home of Owen 
 Llwyd and little Janet. It is a cottage that 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 children dream of, but seldom see, with 
 pointed windows and carved oaken beams, 
 and shady veranda, half hidden with 
 roses and jasmine, nestled in the tall dark 
 furs, by the hill side, where the little rab- 
 bits play about unharmed : with a view 
 
 down the valley, where are lovely gardens, 
 with clear fountains, and marble statues, and 
 dark rock walks, and above all, the bright 
 towers of Alton. 
 
 Was not this a sweet home for the poor 
 wanderers, who but yesterday had not where 
 to lay their heads? for the little child who 
 cried for bread? Oh, yes; and Janet’s 
 heart was full of gratitude, as she knelt, that 
 night, beside her grandfather, and blest God 
 for his goodness. And then, when she led 
 him, each day, to the great hall, and sat be- 
 side him as he played, and all spoke so kindly 
 and gently to them. Ah, truly then “ sor- 
 row slept.” 
 
 And time passed on, and the roses return- 
 ed to J anet’s cheeks. She had explored all 
 the sweet walks, and arranged their pretty 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 cottage so neatly, and planted seeds in her 
 little garden ; all went smoothly and happily ; 
 surely she had no care. Oh, I am going to 
 tell a sad truth. 
 
 The little heart that had suffered so meek- 
 ly, that had borne sorrow so well, grew 
 proud and discontented, now that the sun 
 shone ; she soon forgot the days of their sor- 
 row, and when the novelty of their new life 
 passed away, she cared no longer to walk in 
 the pleasant gardens, and to tell her grand- 
 father of all the beauties that were hid from 
 his sight ; she even began to think it dull to 
 sit half the day by his side as he played in 
 the entrance hall ; and the stockings she had 
 begun to knit so diligently for him, when the 
 cold winter came on, were often laid idly in 
 her lap, while she indulged in idle foolish 
 fancies. 
 
 A large and gay party, visiting at Alton, 
 had one day stopped to listen to the blind 
 harper ; when they spoke to Janet, and she 
 looked up with a bright blush, she heard one 
 of the ladies say, “ Oh ! what a lovely child, 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 she looks more fit to grace the halls than to 
 sit in the entrance.” 
 
 The gay party passed on ; they thought no 
 more of Janet, but the light, foolish words 
 rang again and again in her ears ; and that 
 afternoon she sat silent and thoughtful. Then 
 the child began to wish that she had been 
 born rich, then she would have no care, and 
 she envied the children who passed through 
 the great doors, as she heard their merry 
 laughs sounding through the galleries. Oh, 
 how sad is the thorn that we plant ourselves. 
 
 The old man would sigh, when she did not 
 return the pressure of his kind hand, and 
 neglected to lead him as tenderly as she used ; 
 he feared his little J anet was ill, he could not 
 think her ungrateful. 
 
 One day, she asked the housekeeper to let 
 her go through all these grand rooms, which 
 she had but yet seen through the half -open 
 doors. The old woman gladly took the little 
 girl, for she loved her, and she did know what 
 was in her heart. When she threw open the 
 great doors, Janet was quite dazzled with all 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 she beheld : it was a long gallery, with velvet 
 banners and flags above their heads, and 
 bright and costly armour against the walls, 
 and knights on horseback, with golden coro- 
 nets ; and then beyond this, they entered a 
 conservatory, where the air was loaded with 
 the perfume of sweet flowers. Bright plumed 
 birds in golden cages, hungamong the branch- 
 es, and flowers twined around fair statues, that 
 rested beside fountains, whose bright waters 
 fell like diamond drops. And then they pas- 
 sen through gorgeous saloons, where the foot- 
 print was scarce heard on the velvet carpets ; 
 and the tables were studded with jems ; and 
 long glasses reflected a thousand times, the 
 riches around. 
 
 Ah, this is surely happiness, thought Janet, 
 I could never sorrow here ; and she sighed, 
 — she felt she no longer loved her cottage 
 home. 
 
 “ Why do you sigh ?” asked the old house- 
 keeper, as she looked on her troubled face. 
 
 “ Oh,” said J anet, “ how happy must the 
 children be who always live here, they can 
 have no care/' 12 
 
ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 <e And do you envy them, my child ? Do 
 you think that the hearts that are covered 
 with satin can never ache? when you have 
 lived as long as I have, you will he happy 
 when you are free from real trouble ; you will 
 never * wake sorrow 7 by foolish discontent. 
 
 “ Listen to the story of the picture before 
 which we stand, and there you will see a child 
 who, while he had all that you so desire, the 
 poorest beggar would not envy.” 
 
 Janet looked at the picture : it represented 
 a knight in armour, his face was stern and 
 sad, and in his hand he held a rod. Beside 
 him, and gazing in his face, with an expres- 
 sion of vacant fear, was a young boy, with a 
 scroll in his hand. 
 
 “ That,” said the housekeeper, “ represents 
 a great lord of Arundel, who lived many many 
 years ago, and his only child. This noble had 
 all that you so covet, — a fine castle and broad 
 lands, a fond wife, and sweet boy, whom he 
 loved as the apple of his eye. You would 
 think he was happy ? but no, he desired more ; 
 he would have his child excel all others in 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 wisdom, as he did in fairness and goodness ; 
 and he made him read and learn all the day 
 long, in grave books, that puzzled even wise 
 men, till his poor eyes were dazzled with the 
 dark pages, and his little heart would pant, 
 as the caged birds, for the sweet fresh air and 
 liberty that the poorest child on his father's 
 lands enjoyed ; and when, with aching head 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 and trembling limbs, he stood before his stern 
 father, if he missed but one word in his 
 hard task, he chastised him so severely that 
 his shrieks echoed through his castle walls. 
 
 Do you think that poor child was happy ? 
 Oh, bless God that he has spared you so 
 sad a fate. Think of him, trembling at the 
 sounds of his father’s steps, and cowering be- 
 neath his stern gaze. The mind of that poor 
 child went quite, at last. He, whom the vain 
 father hoped would astonish the world with 
 his wisdom, became a poor idiot, flying from 
 the very sound of his voice. Ah, the life long 
 of this great knight was embittered by this 
 heavy affliction, waking and sleeping, it 
 haunted him, and he caused this picture to 
 be taken of himself with his poor hapless boy, 
 that all who saw it might hear his history, 
 and beware of pride and all vanity.” 
 
 Janet's heart ached as she gazed on the 
 poor idiot, and thought how little his rank 
 and wealth had brought him happiness ; and 
 self-upbraiding filled her heart. 
 
 “And now,» said the old housekeeper, 
 
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THE CHILDREN OF 
 
 “ I will show you one who was a happy and 
 a blessed child/’ And she led J anet to a long 
 gallery, whose walls were covered with costly 
 pictures, and tables, and statues from fair 
 Italy ; she stopped before a marble bust, on 
 whose pure white surface the rays of light 
 from the stained glass window behind shed a 
 glory ; the face was as an angel’s, and pure, 
 and holy. 
 
 “ This,” said the old woman, “ is the like- 
 ness of the fairest and sweetest child that 
 ever breathed ; one who never caused a care 
 or a sorrow to those who loved her ; she was 
 worthy to be rich, for she cared not for those 
 things but to do good to those who needed 
 it; she lived as a sunbeam among us, and 
 heavy was the sorrow on many hearts when 
 her home knew her no more..’ 
 
 “ And is she dead?” asked Janet, for the 
 old woman’s tears flowed as she gazed. 
 
 “ Yes, dear child ; she died in sunny Italy ; 
 she married a great prince, but she wept when 
 she left her childhood’s home. But the 
 wealth and the grandeur never changed her 
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ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 young heart. The poor and sorrow-stricken 
 thought her an angel, for she would daily leave 
 her beautiful palace, to tend them in their 
 poor cottages ; and when it pleased the Fa- 
 ther to transplant from earth a flower so dear 
 to himself, all hearts wept for one so good and 
 fair : and it is not soon that the sweet Prin- 
 cess Borgase will be forgotten.” 
 
 Janet listened with a humble heart; the 
 old housekeeper had taught her a lesson she 
 could never forget, and when she left those 
 spacious halls, the cloud of discontent on 
 longer darkened her young face. The halls of 
 Alton were no longer enchanted ground to 
 her, she knew now that sorrow dwells alike in 
 the palace as the cottage, and a contented 
 humble spirit brings its own sweet peace. 
 
 That evening, as the child sat beside her 
 grandfather, at the cottage door, in the calm 
 twilight, she told him all, — how wrong, and 
 how foolish, and ungrateful she had been, and 
 of her true repentance ; and how, for the fu- 
 ture, she would love and cherish him, and 
 never, never forget to be grateful, 
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THE CHILDREN OF ALTON TOWERS. 
 
 And when the old man blessed her, and 
 called her his own sweet child, and told her 
 how dearly he loved her, and how he looked 
 to her love, to soften his last hours upon earth, 
 she would not have changed her home for all 
 the world could give. 
 
 Years have passed on, and little Janet has 
 had her hours of joy and sadness, but that 
 day was never forgotten ; and when sad 
 thoughts arise, a voice in her head whispers, 
 “ Remember the Children of Alton Towers 
 and “ when sorrow is asleep, wake it not.” 
 
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THE 
 
 STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 UTSIDE 
 
 ^ it was a 
 dreary night, — 
 the wind blew 
 against the sides 
 of the houses, 
 and made the gas 
 in the street 
 
 lamps flicker wildly to and fro.— The rain 
 poured down, drowning the light of the stars. 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 and driving the little London birds to seek 
 shelter among the crevices on the house tops ; 
 and warm nooks many of them found in the 
 tall nursery chimneys of some of the great 
 houses in the squares, where the blue smoke 
 curled round them and cuddled them to sleep, 
 and where the singing of the tea-kettle, and 
 the merry voices of children, rose with a plea- 
 sant sound. 
 
 But all were not so lucky ; there was one 
 narrow chimney in a dark street, where some 
 little sparrows vainly tried to make them- 
 selves comfortable; it was quite cold, and 
 they heard the rain patter on the hearth be- 
 neath, and the wind moan sadly in the hol- 
 low ; and more than this, they heard the sob- 
 bing of a child ; so they thought it was no 
 place for them, and flew away to try and find 
 a better. But we will not go with them, we 
 will not leave the poor little girl whose pale 
 face rested so sadly on her mother's knee, in 
 the quiet room belonging to the narrow 
 chimney. 
 
 We must see cold rooms sometimes, and, 
 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 God knows, they are sadly common; but warm 
 are the hearts that too often dwell in them ; 
 and so it was now, little Ruth Mayne's heart 
 was warm, and so was her mothers, yet they 
 both sat in the very cold chimney corner, by 
 the empty fire-place, which even the London 
 sparrows found too cheerless for them. 
 
 Ruth^s mother had that day received a let- 
 ter from her husband, and a mournful one it 
 was ; he had left his dear wife and child some 
 
 time before, and had^set out for India on board 
 a merchant vessel ; for in England he could 
 not get work, and there he hoped to make a 
 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 fortune ; but whle he had been away, the 
 frosty winter had set in, and his poor wife had 
 been very ill : all thought she must die, but 
 Ruth nursed her ; and when she spoke of the 
 future, and told her little girl that they 
 had now no money left, and that she knew 
 not what would become of them, the child 
 bid her remember that a letter from her 
 father must be on its way, and that he pro- 
 mised to send them enough and more than 
 enough for their relief. 
 
 And now this long- 
 looked-for letter had 
 really come, but it 
 brought no joy; it 
 only contained a few 
 lines, to tell that 
 Ruth’s father had 
 been attacked with 
 cholera; and was 
 written from a foreign town on the Persian 
 Gulf, where he had been left when his illness 
 came on. His ship had sailed to India with- 
 out him, and now he was a stranger in a 
 4 
 
THE STORY OE A PEARL. 
 
 strange land, with none to love or watch 
 him ; and the wife and child read this and 
 wept. 
 
 At the end of his letter was a short post- 
 script, saying that he felt better, and would 
 try and find employment as a diver, for he 
 was in the midst of the great Eastern Pearl 
 Fisheries, where those who thus risk their lives 
 are highly paid, and he said he felt no fear, for 
 there was not a more practised swimmer ; and 
 
 5 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 then, if this plan succeeded, he would bring 
 home plenty of money to his darling wife and 
 child ; and at the end of all, was a large blot, 
 smeared across, — could it have been a tear of 
 grief and pain ? we know not ! but such things 
 are ; and the date of this letter was more than 
 five weeks back, — who could tell what had 
 
 The night wore 
 on, the church 
 dock had struck 
 twelve, the cold 
 grew more in- 
 tense, and the let- 
 ter dropt from the 
 mother’s hand. 
 
 Another hour 
 passed on, and 
 the inmates of the 
 room slept, but it was the unquiet rest of cold 
 want, and sorrow; the child’s face was calmest, 
 but still a shadow dimmed it, a shadow that 
 looks so strange on young faces : and for the 
 mother, her breathing was thick, and broken 
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 happened since then ? 
 
THE STORY OF A FEAUL. 
 
 by sobs ; poverty was trying to drag her to 
 despair, but a mother's love kept her from 
 falling; she had worked, but the daily toil of 
 a broken-hearted woman, what is it ? sighs 
 and tears, little more ; — and this she knew, 
 and the knowledge came upon her as she slept. 
 
 Early in the morning, the child woke, and 
 her eyes opened full on her mother s face, 
 with its sad worn look, and she trembled. 
 
 “ Mother," she said, “ wake ; do wake, you 
 are dreaming something unhappy but then 
 Ruth remembered it was only a dream of the 
 fearful reality of her waking hours ; and she 
 thought it was better than that reality, so she 
 let her sleep on ; she got up herself, and open- 
 ing the door gently, looked into the street. 
 Oh ! it was a bright sunshiny day, yet, in 
 the very face of it, she stood and wept ! and 
 there were the sparrows of the night before, 
 hopping about and chirping as merrily as 
 though no more showers would wet their 
 wikgs, or no more cold pinch them. 
 
 As Ruth stood at the door, a little girl, who 
 was passing, saw her, and spoke in a whisper 
 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 to her governess ; then they both turned 
 round, and the child said, “ Why do you 
 stand and cry on such a fine day ? You should 
 work, little girl, if you are poor.” Ruth 
 wiped away her tears, and looking earnestly 
 in the child’s face, said, “ Oh, I will work 
 night and day, if you would tell me how r ; 
 but w^ho will employ me ? I am so young.” 
 “ Never mind,” said the little girl, whose name 
 was Amy ; if you will come to our house this 
 evening, I will find some pieces of silk for you; 
 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 and then you can make pincushions, and sell 
 them.” 
 
 Ruth thanked her many times, and her 
 heart beat, and her eyes sparkled at the 
 thought of saving her mother from all the 
 misery she dreaded. She watched her little 
 friend out of sight, and then slipped back 
 again into the cold room and shut the door, 
 that her mother, when she awoke, might sus- 
 pect nothing ; for Ruth intended all this to be 
 a surprise to her; and what a joyful one too 
 it would be to put the money into her hands, 
 and tell how industriously she had earned it. 
 
 And now that room was no longer cold to 
 Ruth; it seemed quite changed; and she 
 thought it was the sunbeams that struggled in 
 through the old blinds, that made it so cheer- 
 ful : but it was not so, — it was other beams, — 
 the sunbeams of hope. What would become 
 of us all without them ! The mother awoke, 
 and the time past on, and the evening came, 
 and then Ruth slipt out of the door and very 
 soon found her way to the great house where 
 Amy lived. But there we must keep her wait- 
 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 ing, till I have told you something more about 
 little Amy, and what kind of child she was. 
 
 This night, at least, she was a very happy 
 one, for she had been good all day, and her 
 governess had now just told her of what was 
 indeed a great pleasure, the unexpected arri- 
 val of her kind uncle in England, whom she 
 loved as a father, for Amy was an orphan, and 
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THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 had not many to love ; and now the little girl 
 was anxiously watching every carrage that turn- 
 ed the corner of the road, hoping it would 
 be the one she looked for. She had not seen 
 this dear uncle now for nearly two years ; but 
 she had received letters from him by every 
 mail from India, and she had not forgotten all 
 
 his kindness. Her governess told her that he 
 had promised to be with them, if possbile, at 
 seven o’clock, and a quarter-past-six had al- 
 ready chimed, when Amy jumped off her 
 chair by the window, and ran to the top of 
 the stairs, for she heard a ring at the bell, and 
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THE STORY Or A PEARL. 
 
 half fancied it was her uncle entering quietly 
 to surprise her more by his appearance, for 
 the bell had been rung so softly she cold 
 scarcely hear it. She peeped ; but there was 
 no uncle ; she could only hear a little gentle 
 voice enquiring for “ Miss Amy then she 
 remembered her morning walk, and the poor 
 weeping child she had promised to help ; but 
 she was too joyous now to think of any one 
 but her uncle, and called to tell the servant 
 that Ruth must wait, as she should be engaged 
 for some time. 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 A loud peal at tlie bell was rung; Amy was 
 once more peeping through the banisters, and 
 this time it was no disappointment, — it was 
 indeed her own uncle. She took his hand and 
 walked up stairs with him, and at dinner sat 
 close by his side, as if afraid to lose him. 
 
 And all this time, Ruth, poor Ruth, sat in 
 a corner of the school-room, where she had 
 been told to wait, forgotten by every one ; and 
 she heard the happy laugh of the child up 
 stairs, and even the cheerful tones of the ser- 
 vants below, and wondered why, out of all the 
 world, her mother and herself should alone 
 be wretched. Just as the clock struck eight, 
 the door opened, and Amy came in with hfcr 
 uncle ; but she was talking quickly to him, 
 and did not see Ruth, though she rose and 
 curtseyed, for there were no candles in the 
 room, only fire-light. 
 
 Ruth was waiting to come forth till the lit- 
 tle girl had finished speaking ; but the first 
 w r ords she heard fell sadly on her ear, and she 
 could not utter a word. “ So, uncle/' Amy 
 began ; “ this precious pearl you have brought 
 
 13 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 me from abroad was really found in the sea by 
 a poor diver : are all pearls found so ?” “ Yes, 
 
 my child,” he said: “ but to this pearl of 
 yours is attached a sadder story than I hope 
 belongs to most. I bought it from a trader 
 at Chiraz, on my way to England, on account 
 of its great size and beauty ; but heard from 
 the captain of the ship in which I sailed home, 
 that a poor man, (one of his passengers on 
 the outward voyage,) having been taken sud- 
 denly ill, was obliged to be left at a small Per- 
 sian town, where from very want he took to 
 the trade of a diver. 
 
 “ On the return of his ship, the captain made 
 enquiries about J^n, and heard that, the day 
 before, he had dived to an immense depth, in 
 order to procure some shells, supposed to con- 
 tain the finest pearls ; but that, from great 
 weakness, he only reached the top of the water 
 in time to be saved from drowning, and was 
 rescued in a state of insensibility. In his 
 hand was one shell, containing a piarl of great 
 value, which became the property of his em- 
 ployer, and by whom it was sold : this pearl 
 14 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 was, as I afterwards found out, the very one 
 that is now yours, my dear little Amy. 
 
 “ Had I known all this at the time, I should 
 have acted differently ; and have now begged 
 a friend, who will soon be passing, to find out, 
 and, if needful, assist him; for when I last 
 heard, poor fellow ! he was in a sad state of 
 illness and poverty ; he was much liked by 
 the sailors on his outward voyage, who told 
 me his name at the time ; but I have since, 
 unfortunately, forgotten it.” 
 
 “ He was Robert Mayne, my own poor fa- 
 ther !” said Ruth, bursting into tears. Amv 
 and her uncle turned round, startled by the 
 child’s words ; and the red fire-light flickered 
 for a moment in the dark corner, just long 
 enough to disclose the wasted form and pale 
 cheeks of the diver’s little daughter. A few 
 questions, a few answers, and all was explained. 
 Amy’s uncle was a rich and a good man, — 
 he had both the will and the power to act 
 generously®* and for his little niece,— her’s was 
 not the heart to know that deep sorrow 
 existed, and be careless of its cure. 
 
 15 
 
THE STORY OF A PEARL. 
 
 It was by her wish that the beautiful pearl 
 was sold, to pay for the homeward voyage of 
 him who had been its first earthly owner. 
 And it was by her uncle^s generosity, that 
 the small house in the dark street looked so 
 cheering, that the cold chimney corner became 
 so warm, and that the voice of her father and 
 her mother were so glad and happy. 
 
 Yes, all this was done for the price of a 
 beautiful pearl ; and now we would advise 
 all the sparrows to keep about the narrow 
 chimney on a wet night ; for there is not a 
 warmer chimney, nor a snugger place for 
 them, in the great town of London. 
 
 16 
 
FLOWERS. 
 
 Shall I twine you a wreath of them ? 
 
 Will you follow me to the shady nook, 
 
 Where the king-cup blossoms, beside the brook. 
 
 In its yellow diadem : 
 
 17 
 
FLOWERS. 
 
 And come and walk in the woodland path, 
 Where the very daisies look up and laugh, 
 
 For they know that spring is here ; 
 
 And the purple violets bathe themselves 
 In the little streamlet, amid the shells ; 
 
 And the cowslip-buds appear. 
 
 When I was a child, as young as you, 
 
 I used to get up in the morning dew, 
 
 And watch the roses wake ; 
 
 Or gather great bunches of quiver-grass, 
 
 That trembles so lightly when people pass, 
 
 And will never cease to shake, 
 
 And now the spring is come again, 
 
 The lovely spring ! with her soft sweet rain, 
 And her early buds and flowers : 
 
 God grant, that on your young lives may fall, 
 sunshine as bright, and as beautiful ! 
 
 And only such rainbow showers. 
 
 18 
 
COWSLIPS, 
 PRIMROSES, AND DAISIES; 
 
 STORY OF JULIA 
 
 ^IfUST in front of the gates of one of 
 the handsome villas, in the neigh- 
 bourhood of the pretty town of Brenton, a 
 group of girls and boys, with attendants, 
 stood waiting in the road, one fine bright 
 morning, 
 
 Three patient-looking donkeys, smartly 
 attired with crimson trappings and little sil- 
 ver bells, waited with them. The servants 
 had charge of a large basket, evidently fill- 
 ed with eatables, and plainly indicating that 
 the happy party were going on a little pic- 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 nic excursion ; nor could they have had a 
 more lovely day for their amusement ; and 
 no wonder that there were such shouts of 
 laughter from the two fine active boys, of 
 twelve and thirteen, who, with five girls of 
 different ages between fourteen and five, 
 made up the number, who were ail so eager 
 to enjoy the holiday. 
 
 “Now,” said Charles, “I vote for going 
 on, without asking Julia at all : if she can- 
 not come and speak to us at once, surely we 
 need not wait for her.” “No, indeed,” 
 said several voices together, — “ why should 
 we? This is always the way with her; — 
 and after all, she only spoils our pleasure, 
 whenever she does go with us any where ; 
 she is so proud and so conceited, and so” — 
 “ Hush ! pray,” said J essie, “ here she 
 comes : and you are all really unkind in 
 your remarks about her.” Then, speaking 
 to the young lady, as she walked towards 
 them, Jessie continued, “Julia, dear, we 
 are going to the Fairly meadows, to have a 
 delightful long morning, picking daisies and 
 2 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES* 
 
 all sorts of wild flowers ; and then we in- 
 tend to make a wreath, to give to the one 
 we love best ; will you be one of our party ?” 
 
 “ But those sort of flowers are so com- 
 mon, ^ said Julia. 
 
 “ Oh ! but it is the pleasure of looking 
 for them, you know : and besides, to my 
 mind, there is nothing more fresh and 
 spring-like than cowslips ; the very scent of 
 them makes one think of bright long days, 
 and every thing belonging to this beautiful 
 month of May.” 
 
 “Well, if mamma likes, I will go with 
 you,” said Julia, speaking as if she was 
 granting a favour. “ I suppose we shall not 
 go any where to get wet feet, or tear our 
 dresses.” 
 
 “Why, you see,” said Jessie, “as we 
 cannot foretell, exactly, what our road may 
 be, we are all prepared for such dangers ; we 
 have thick shoes, our old bonnets, and our 
 morning dresses.” 
 
 “ Oh, well, I will go and hear what mam- 
 ma says ; but I dare say I shall soon feel 
 
 3 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 tirea of sauntering about in lanes and fields, 
 and that sort of thing.” 
 
 “ Well, be quick, that is all,” said Charles, 
 quite out of patience, “for we are losing 
 our time.” 
 
 Julia walked quietly towards the house, 
 and the little party began murmuring again 
 to each other. “ J ust like her,” said Henry, 
 * she is such an affected girl. — I say, Charles, 
 if she does join us, we will go through 
 Henley brook ; and then, while the other 
 girls ride over it on their donkeys, she will 
 have to wade through it with you and me.” 
 
 “ I tell you what,” said Charles, “ I will 
 not wait for her any longer; let us all go on, 
 and leave her ladyship to find out that peo- 
 ple will not conform to such stately 
 behaviour.” 
 
 “Yes, let us go on,” said the others. 
 “No,” exclaimed Jessie, “give her five 
 minutes by the old church clock, and then, 
 if she is not here, we will go on,” 
 
 “Ah, Jessie, that is like you; you are the 
 friend of every body, and always good-na- 
 4 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 tured. Well,” continued Charles, “ we 
 agree to give her that time. — Watch the 
 hands of the clock; and, Anne, you look 
 down the avenue and call out boo, when you 
 see her coming.” 
 
 The hands went slowly but surely over 
 the agreed number of minutes, and the lit- 
 tle party, Jessie excepted, with one accord, 
 said “ Hurrah, she is not in time !” and 
 turned towards the long narrow lane that 
 led to the Fairly meadows. Jessie followed 
 reluctantly, telling the old gardener, however, 
 l 3 5 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 to let Miss Julia know exactly the road 
 they had taken, and where they might all 
 be found. 
 
 “ You are too good by half, Jessie,” said 
 Charles ; “ she is really a disagreeable girl, 
 and so conceited, and makes such remarks. 
 You know how my cheeks freckle in the 
 sun ; — so, the other day, she said, ‘ Do you 
 not dislike the warm weather? I do: — it 
 tans and freckles one so V — and at the same 
 time fixing her eyes on me. c Not 1/ was my 
 answer, ‘ I should like to have one great 
 freckle all over my face/ Then she stared at 
 me as if I was a wild Indian.” 
 
 “ Well, but Charles, she is very pretty; 
 every one says that.” 
 
 “ Oh, I allow she has large dark eyes, and 
 a fine colour, and a what-do-you-call-it nose.” 
 “ A snub,” said Bessie, very innocently. 
 “No, my dear; yours is of that order, 
 but her's belongs to the Grecian form.” 
 
 At that moment, however, the beauties of 
 the road began to engross their attention, as 
 they entered the narrow lane, which they 
 6 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 had to pass through in their way to Fairly 
 meadows. The little party here separating, 
 some ran on in front, picking the bright 
 green moss off from the roots of the gnarled 
 oaks and lime trees ; others plucked the 
 little blue hare-bells, here presented in such 
 profusion that the narrow banks on which 
 they grew almost seemed studded with little 
 turquoise stones. All were gay and merry, 
 and each found an agreable employment, 
 Charles and Henry exhibited their activity 
 occasionally, by leaping over the stones and 
 old roots of trees, that here and there lay in 
 their way ; they also sang some of their 
 favourite songs : and were all life and gaiety. 
 The young ladies noticed, however, that in 
 the midst of their pranks the young gentle- 
 men did not fail in politeness to them. 
 
 The donkeys were continually showing a 
 desire to roll in the little brook ; and then, 
 trotting uneasily for about a minute, they 
 would suddenly stand stock still, resist all 
 moderate efforts to make them move, until 
 they themselves chose, and then off they 
 went again for another little gallop. 7 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 At last, girls, boys, and donkeys, all 
 arrived at the stile which led into Fairly 
 meadows. Charles and Henry assisted their 
 young companions in getting over the stile, 
 and after securing the donkeys, leaped over 
 it themselves. 
 
 The Fairly meadows looked quite drest 
 out, as the young folks said, to receive them, 
 the grass so fresh and green; the daisies 
 spangling every inch of ground ; so that a 
 foot could scarcely tread without destroying 
 some scores of these little wild Children 
 of Spring. 
 
 And now each hand is fully occupied in 
 
 8 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 gathering stores of them; and, while they 
 are so happily employed, we will return to 
 Julia Seymour. 
 
 With a gentle hand, she opened her mam- 
 ma's bed-room door, (for Mrs. Seymour was 
 a great invalid, and scarcely ever able to 
 come down from her room until late in the 
 day.) Julia, therefore, entered without 
 noise, and said, “ Mamma, Jessie Stanly is 
 here and several of our frends, and they 
 have asked me to join them in a party to 
 the Fairly meadows." 
 
 “It will be very agreeable for you, my 
 dear, and you may certainly go ; but pray 
 do not forget to put on thick shoes." 
 
 “ I would rather stay at home than do 
 that, mamma, they tire me so, and are 
 so ugly." 
 
 “Well, my dear, then pray take clogs." 
 
 Julia did not notice this desire of her 
 kind parent, but asked, “ Mamma, may I 
 have a few conservatory flowers ?" 
 
 “Oh! Julia, do not ask for those, you 
 know we have but few, now : and, besides, 
 what can you do with them?" 9 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 “ Oh ! the children are going to make 
 wreaths, and I wish mine to be the prettiest ; 
 theirs will be only wild flowers. Now, mam- 
 ma, you said I should have some this week.” 
 
 Poor Mrs. Seymour was too weak to argue 
 with Julia, who taking a pair of garden 
 scissors, went to the conservatory, and soon 
 formed a beautiful bouquet of rare and 
 lovely exotics. With these in her hand she 
 proceeded exultingly to the gate, and of 
 cause, found her young friends were gone. 
 The gardener delivered his message, but 
 Julia received it with great indignation, 
 forgetting that the fault was entirely her 
 own. She returned to her mamma, who 
 advised her to take a servant, and follow her 
 friends to the meadows. Julia set off, but 
 in no very amiable mood. 
 
 Although it was early in May, the sun 
 began to have great power, and before Julia 
 arrived at the entrance of the narrow lane, 
 she was warm and tired, and her pretty 
 flowers were beginning to wither in her hot 
 hands, under the sun's rays. 
 
 10 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 How differenf was her walk, alone, down 
 the shady lane, from that of her joyous 
 young friends in the early morning? she 
 saw, as they did, the lovely little wild 
 flowers ; the birds sang as sweetly, the little 
 brook murmured as gently, and the cooling 
 spring breezes wafted their sweet breath 
 through the arched trees as healthfully ; all, 
 all as they did when the happy troop passed 
 over the same ground; but they failed to 
 attract Julia’s attention, — her heart was sad ; 
 she fancied that not one of the companions 
 she sought, looked forward with pleasure to 
 seeing her ; she felt that she was not liked, 
 and that they asked her only from common 
 civility. 
 
 Now Julia, with all her faults, was affec- 
 tionate and warm-hearted, generous, and 
 even noble in many of her impulses ; but, 
 unfortunately, she was the only child of a 
 widowed and invalid mother, who yielded too 
 easily to her daughter’s wishes on many oc- 
 casions, when to have checked and controlled 
 them would have been the kinder act- 
 
 11 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 Thus nurtured, Julia became self-willed both 
 in disposition and manner, and, consequent- 
 ly, disliked and unhappy. 
 
 Arrived at the before-mentioned stile, and 
 seeing the donkeys tethered to the post, she 
 knew that she was near the little party, and 
 she desired her servant to return home. 
 
 A thick hedge divided her from her 
 friends, but she heard their merry voices, 
 as they were all resting on the grass, and 
 making up the wreath. Advancing a few 
 12 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 steps, she heard Charles say, “ Come, sing 
 us a song, Jessie, like a good girl.” Jessie 
 replied, “ You know, Charles, I cannot sing. 
 Now, Julia, she is the one for singing; she 
 has such a sweet voice : I wish she was 
 here.” This Julia heard with pleasure, but, 
 in the next moment, Charles's reply filled her 
 with anger and indignation : “ I would 
 
 rather never hear another song, than have 
 that disagreeable girl amongst us ; — every 
 body dislikes her ; she grows worse every 
 day ; — so proud and conceited, that I expect 
 she will soon find no one will play with her ; 
 even you, Jessie, will give her up.” 
 
 “ Yes,” said Anne, “ even the poor peo- 
 ple dislike her, though she is so rich, and 
 her mamma lets her give away double what 
 ours can afford. Do you know, old dame 
 White said to my mamma the other day, — 
 ‘ Miss Seymour has been here, ma'am, and 
 given me a golden sovereign ; but, lack-a- 
 day ! she gave it as if I was dust under her 
 feet; and when I wished to thank her, ‘No 
 thanks, I beg, (says she) I do my duty and 
 
 13 
 
 M 
 
COWSLPIS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 walked out without a kind word, only push- 
 ing my little grandchild and saying to her, 
 e Do not touch my dress with your dirty 
 fingers.” 
 
 "Well,” said little Bessie, “that is just 
 like her. When she meets me with my 
 nurse, she says to her mamma, ‘ Don’t stop, 
 I hate children ;’ as if she had not been one 
 herself.” 
 
 “ Shall you ever forget her airs and graces 
 on last dancing day,” said Henry. “ Now,” 
 he continued, “ I will just show you how 
 she does her steps in the Quadrilles,” and, 
 in a minute, poor Julia heard shouts of 
 laughter, and knew that she was being 
 imitated. With grief and anger she re- 
 mained fixed to the spot, quite still, not 
 knowing what to do. “ That’s it, Henry — 
 head more erect, — now a little on one side, — 
 now look round, to see if all eyes are ad- 
 miring — and now fan gently. — Capital !” 
 
 “ Stop,” said Jessie, firmly, “ I cannot 
 laugh ; I am ashamed of you all ; is this 
 the way you would like to be treated your- 
 14 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 selves? Is it generous or kind? You have 
 told all poor J ulia's faults, but you have not 
 mentioned any of her good qualites, or her 
 kind actions : now, I will tell you a few of 
 them that I know to be true. 
 
 “When her poor nurse lay ill wit 
 influenza, Julia gave up every pleas 
 by her bedside, reading to her, a 
 she could to relieve and amu~ 
 invalid complaining of cold f 
 and thoughtful friend sat 
 knit a pair of wooller 
 nurse, as she calle 
 other day, it w 
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COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 as I must confess, her manner of giving is 
 not the kindest.” 
 
 The good Jessie could not drop the de- 
 ^e of poor Julia, but added warmly, 
 ’ma was saying, only yesterday, how 
 is to be pitied in having no one 
 and prevent her acquiring those 
 mners that we and all her 
 ]ould poor Mrs. Seymour 
 o Julia, she would be a 
 we might all love.” 
 Jessie finished her 
 her proud spirit 
 
COWSLIPS AND PRIMROSES. 
 
 them: “I am very glad I have overheard 
 you ; I have received a lesson I shall never 
 forget; and, from this very day, I shall tr 
 to improve ; and, perhaps,” said she 
 timidly, “ you will all, then, try 
 As for Jessie, — dear Jessie. — ne 
 cease to thank her for speaki 
 kindly ; and, if she will or 
 amend, I am sure I shall 
 Aud, dropping her fadi 
 her arms round J 
 “ Look at my 
 that I meant 
 and look at 
 daisies, an 
 
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 faded, I will keep it ; — and if I ever 
 1 inclined to be haughty, or con- 
 dll take one peep at my wreath, 
 ^turn to what is right. From 
 U love, more than all other 
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