Happy Days for Boys and Girls Part 9
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[Ill.u.s.tration: BED-TIME.]
[Ill.u.s.tration: {A dog breaks a hole through ice to get a drink}]
REASON AND INSTINCT.
Are dogs endowed with reason? As you grow up, you will spend many happy hours in the contemplation of this interesting question. It does sometimes seem as if there could be no possible doubt that dogs, as well as horses, elephants, and some other of the higher animals, are gifted with the dawn of reason, so extraordinary are some of their acts.
It is but a few days since a dog in Vermont saved a house from burning, and possibly the inmates. The dog discovered the fire in the kitchen, flew to his master's apartment, leaped upon his bed, and so aroused the people to a sense of their danger.
"As I was walking out one frosty morning with a large Newfoundland dog," says the Rev. J. C. Atkinson, "I observed the animal's repeated disappointment on putting his head down to drink at sundry ice-covered pools. After one of these disappointments, I broke the ice with my foot for my thirsty companion. The next time Tiger was thirsty, he did not wait for me to 'break the ice,' but with his foot, or, if too strong, by jumping upon it, he obtained water for himself."
Here seems to be the manifestation of a desire to _learn from observation_.
After the battle of Fredericksburg, it fell to my duty to search a given district for any dead or wounded soldiers there might be left, and to bring relief. Near an old brick dwelling I discovered a soldier in gray who seemed to be dead. Lying by his side was a n.o.ble dog, with his head flat upon his master's neck. As I approached, the dog raised his eyes to me good-naturedly, and began wagging his tail; but he did not change his position. The fact that the animal did not growl, that he did not move, but, more than all, the intelligent, joyful expression of his face, convinced me that the man was only wounded, which proved to be the case. A bullet had pierced his throat, and faint from the loss of blood, he had fallen down where he lay. His dog had _actually stopped the bleeding from the wound by laying his head across it_. Whether this was casual or not, I cannot say. But the s.h.a.ggy coat of the faithful creature was completely matted with his master's blood.
Strange as these facts may appear, we should not confound INSTINCT with intelligence which comes from REASON. There is a wide difference between them. Before long I propose to discuss this matter to some extent, in an article which I have already begun.
TOUCH NOT.
Touch not the tempting cup, my boy, Though urged by friend or foe; Dare, when the tempter urges most, Dare n.o.bly say, No--no!
The joyous angel from on high Shall tell your soul the reason why.
Touch not the tempting cup, my boy; In righteousness be brave; Take not the first, a single step, Towards a drunkard's grave; The widow's groan, the orphan's sigh, Shall tell your soul the reason why.
[Ill.u.s.tration: {Two girls, their arms full of flowers and foliage}]
CHILDREN.
What could we without them, Those flowers of life?
How bear all the sorrows With which it is rife?
As long as they blossom, Whilst brightly they bloom, Our own griefs are nothing, Forgotten our gloom.
We joy in the suns.h.i.+ne-- It sheds on them light; We welcome the shower-- It makes them more bright; On our pathway of thorns They are thrown from above, And they twine round about us, And bless us with love.
Bright, beautiful flowers, So fresh and so pure!
How could we without them Life's troubles endure?
So guileless and holy, Such soothers of strife, What could we without them, Sweet flowers of life?
THE WHITE b.u.t.tERFLY.
A TALE FOR CHILDREN.
Very slowly and wearily over road and hedge flew a white b.u.t.terfly one calm May evening; its wings had been torn and battered in its flight from eager pursuers, who little cared that their pleasure was another's pain. On, on, went the fugitive, until it came to a little garden so sweet and quiet that it rested from its flight and said, "Here, at least, I shall find peace; these gentle flowers will give me shelter." Then, with eager swiftness, it flew to a stately peony. "Oh, give me shelter, thou beautiful flower!" it murmured as it rested for a second upon its crimson head--a second only, for, with a jerk and an exclamation of disgust, the peony cast the b.u.t.terfly to the ground.
With a low sigh it turned to the pansy near. Well, the pansy _wished_ to be kind, but the b.u.t.terfly was really very tattered and dirty; and then velvet soils so easily that she must beg to be excused. The wall-flower, naturally frank and good-natured, had been so tormented all day by those troublesome bees that she solemnly vowed she would do nothing more for anybody.
The tulips were asleep; and the other flowers, trying to emulate fair Lady Rose, held their heads so very high that they, of course, did not hear the low, soft cry, "Oh, will no one give me shelter?" At last there came an answer, "I will, gladly," in a shy and trembling tone, as though fearing to be presumptuous, from a thick th.o.r.n.y bush which helped to protect the more dainty beauties from the rough blasts of a sometimes too boisterous wind; in consideration of which service the flowers considered the briar as a good, useful sort of thing, respectable enough in its common way, but not as an equal or a.s.sociate, you understand. With grat.i.tude the forlorn b.u.t.terfly rested all night in the bosom of one of its simple white blossoms.
When night had gone and the bright sun came gliding up from the east, calling on Nature to awake, the flowers raised their heads in all the pride of renewed beauty and saluted one another. Where was the forlorn b.u.t.terfly? Ah! where? They saw it no more; but over the white blossom where it had rested there hovered a tiny fairy in s.h.i.+ning, changing sheen, her wand sparkling with dewdrops. She looked down on the flowers with gentle, reproachful eye, while they bent low in wonder and admiration.
"Who is it?" they asked. "How beautiful! how lovely!"
The fairy heard them with a smile, and said, "Fair flowers, I _was_ a shabby b.u.t.terfly; what I _am_, you see. I came to you poor and weary; and because I was poor and weary you shut me out from your hearts."
The pansy and the wall-flower bent their heads in sorrow, and Lady Rose blushed with shame.
"If I had only known!" muttered the peony; "but who would have thought it?"
"Who indeed?" laughed the fairy; "but learn, proud peony, that he who thinks always of self loses much of life's sweetness--far more than he ever suspects; for goodness is as the dew of the heart, and yieldeth refreshment and happiness, even if it win no other recompense. But it is meet that it should be rewarded. Behold, all of you!" and the fairy touched with her wand the white blossom on which she had rested, saying, "For thy sweetness be thou loved for ever!" At these words a thrill of happiness stirred the sap of the rough, neglected briar, and a soft, lovely blush suffused the petals of its flowers, and from its green leaves came forth an exquisite odor, perfuming the whole garden and eclipsing the other flowers in their pride.
Then the fairy rose in the air, and hovering over her resting-place for a moment ere she vanished said, "Such is the reward of goodness.
Fare thee well, sweet briar!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: {Tom and Pearson on the deck of the s.h.i.+p in the snow}]
WORKING IS BETTER THAN WIs.h.i.+NG.
"Now then, Tom, lad, what's up? in trouble again?" asked a good-natured sailor of his messmate, one snowy day on the wide Atlantic.
The boy was leaning moodily against the bulwarks of the vessel--a pleasant, ruddy young fellow of fourteen, but with a cloud on his face which looked very like discontent.
Snow was falling heavily, but he did not heed it; he looked up, however, at the approach of his friend, and answered,--
"I'm all right, Pearson; it isn't that. I was only wis.h.i.+ng and wondering why I can't get what I want; it seems a shame, it does!" and Tom paused abruptly, half choked by a sob.
"What is it, Tom?" asked Pearson; "have the other lads been plaguing?
Such a big, hearty fellow as you ought not to fret for that."
"I don't," said Tom, sharply; "it's not that; but they've found out that my little brother is in the workhouse at home, and they throw it at me. I'd do anything to get him out, too, for he oughtn't to be there: we come of a better sort, Pearson," he said, proudly; "but father and mother dying of that fever put us all wrong. Uncle got me to sea, and then, I suppose, he thought he'd done enough; so there was only the workhouse left for w.i.l.l.y. He's the jolliest little chap, Pearson, you ever saw, and I'd work day and night to get him out, if I could; but where's the use? A poor boy like me can do nothing; so I just get in a rage, or don't care about anything, and fight the other lads; or I'm had up for neglect of duty, or something."
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