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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 MACON, CrA., AUGUST 24, 1867. — : ■■ --' ~ 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. - ——— 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. No. 8 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.”