Stories and Poems

 THE CHRISTIAN TRAVELER AN AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE WRITTEN BY CHARLOTTE H. CHERRY ABOUT HER HUSBAND REV. HENRY CHERRY Having tarried a few days in a beautiful village of the West, I embarked in a vessel which was crossing one of the great lakes. Three other individuals had taken passage, and night coming on found us waiting for a breeze. About nine o’clock, as the sails were hoisted, another passenger came on board. When we had cleared the harbor he entered the cabin, and seemed to suppose that he was alone; for we all had retired to our berths. The lamp was...

POOR JOSEPH by Rev. Dr. Calamy  A POOR unlearned man, named Joseph, whose employment was to go on errands and carry parcels, passing through London streets one day, heard psalm-singing in the house of God, and went in, having a large parcel of yarn hanging over his shoulders. It was Dr. Calamy's church, St. Mary's, Aldermanbury. A well-dressed congregation surrounded the doctor. He read his text from 1 Tim. 1:15. "This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners; of whom I am chief." From this he preached, in...

THE HONEST WATERMAN OR HISTORY OF THOMAS MANN  COMPILED BY JOSEPH BUTTERWORTH     GENTLEMAN in London who was Treasurer of a religious society, was called upon one day by a waterman of respectable appearance, whose business was to pay into the treasury of the institution a legacy of fifty pounds. The legacy had been left by his uncle, the late THOMAS MANN, of St. Catharines by the Tower, London. The circumstances and the interview deeply affected the mind of the gentleman, and gave rise to the following conversation. Learning that the uncle was also a waterman, the gentleman asked,...

The Scotsman's Fireside by Mrs. Divie Bethune   "From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her lov'd at home, rever'd abroad." IN the year 1805, during the prevalence of the yellow-fever in New York, the late Mr. B-- resided a few miles from that city. On his return one evening to the domestic circle, which then consisted of his wife and four children, and his venerable mother-in-law, the late Mrs. --, he said to Mrs. B--, "My dear, I fear I have done what will not please you." Mrs. B--. "What is that?" Mr. B--. "I have...

CHARLIE THE DRUMMER BOY BY SARAH SCHOONMAKER BAKER ___________________ I.      THE battle was over. On meadow and hill The shadows of evening were dewy and chill; The sounds of the strife that had raged through the day, Now far in the distance were dying away. Beside a green hillock there bubbled a spring, Whose waters so sparkling were fit for a king, And though through its windings the brooklet was red, In spite of the battle ’twas pure at its head.       A poor little drummer had dropped in the fight. He crept to the spring as well...