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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke & Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia.
Vol. I.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
THE FAIRY RIDE.
CHAPTER 11.
Na town at some distance
from the mountains, lived
a little lame boy named
Robbie. His father had a
small yard attached to his
house, and in
one corner
of this yard
grew a soli-
Wc/
me*
tary rose bush.-—-
Robbie loved this
rose bush. llis on
ly pleasure consist
ed in tending it, and
every morning ear
ly the first thing he
did was to go and
see if there were
any fresh buds on
it. He could not
join in the sports of
other boys, and his
father was too poor
to furnish him with
toys and books, so
that his only friend,
his only playmate
was this little rose
bush. One day Robbie was taken sick;
he continued sick for a whole week; but
at the end of that time he was much bet
ter, and as soon as he was well enough to
go out, he went to see his dear rose bush.
What was his grief to find it nearly dead,
the pretty flowers and leaves all wither
ed and drooping; and only a week before
ho had left it with five beautiful roses on
it. He sat down on the ground and be
gan to cry. He said aloud, “My rose
bush is going to die, and I will have no
thing to play with in all the world.” Just
then he saw a pretty little white cloud
come sailing along. Robbie watched it
and watched it, until he forgot to cry
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about the rose bush. He thought he had
never seen such a strange, pretty cloud
before. First, he fancied he saw some
children’s heads peeping out of it, and
then there seemed to be a butterfly flying
before it.
Now, of course you know that this was
the same white cloud on which Hallie
and his sisters were taking a ride.
The fairy had given them the power of
seeing what was going on in the places
over which they sailed, and when Hallie
saw Robbie crying by his rose bush, he
begged Bino to stop for a little while.
“ Oh,” he exclaimed, “there is a poor,
lame boy crying by his dead rose bush ;
how I wish I could make it fresh and
green again for him.”
“ There is no difficulty about that,” said
Bino. “Just dip up a little water out ol
this corner of the cloud in your hat, pour
it over the rose bush, and it will soon be
all right again.”
Hallie did so, and as Robbie looked up
at the cloud he felt the soft drops falling
on his face.
He watched the strange little cloud un
til it sailed out of sight, and when he
looked again at his rose bush, wonderful
to relate, it was as frosh and green, and
more beautiful than ever. Robbie was so
glad that he kissed the five red roses that
Then the children all went home and
could talk of nothing else for several
years but their ride in the cloud.
“All Alone.”
Alone, yet not alone am I,
When all is dark, and wild, and drear;
My heavenly Father still is nigh.
He comes the weary hours to cheer:
I am with Him, and Ho with me,
So “ all alone ” 1 cannot be.
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JbV>'“ N<> man can safely govern that
would not cheerfully become a subject;
no man can safely command that has not
truly learned to obey ; and no man can
safely rejoice but him that has the testi
mony of a good conscience.
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were on the bush,
and then he felt
quite happy and
content.
When the chil
dren returned from
their ride, the fairy
asked them what
they had seen, and
wh e n she heard
about the rose bush,
she said,
“ Now I know,
Hallie, that yo u
have a kind heart,
for you not only
shared your bread
with a poor hungry
snake, but you gave
the lame boy so
much pleasure by
restoring his rose
bush.”