And Abby, Pwen, and Enna went—
Oh! it was sad to be
Thus parted—three upon the land,
And three upon the sea.
Thy first mamma was buried on a distant rocky isle, where none but strangers rest. The vessel passed on her voyage, and—
At length they reached a distant
A beautiful bright land,
And crowds of pitying strangers came,
And took them by the hand.
And Abby found a pleasant
And Pwen and Enna too;
But poor papa’s sad thoughts turned back
To Burmah and to you.
He told me of his darling
Poor orphans far away,
With no mamma to kiss their lips,
Or teach them how to pray.
And would I be their new mamma,
And join the little band
Of those who, for the Saviour’s sake,
Dwell in a heathen land?
Much do I love my darling
And much do they love me;
Our Heavenly Father sent me here,
Your new mamma to be.
And if I closely follow Him,
And hold your little hands,
I hope to lead you up to heaven,
To join the angel bands.
Then with papa and both mammas,
And her who went before,
And Christ, who loves you more than all,
Ye’ll dwell for ever more.
There is nothing more pleasant than to see brothers and sisters, lovely in their lives, and in all their plays kind and obliging to each other. Mrs. Jones’ three little children were always noted for their good behavior by all the people in the village, and the school teacher said they were the prettiest behaved children she ever saw, and this was saying much in their praise, for her scholars were noted for very good behavior and promptness in their recitations. Mrs. Jones kept her children under a good discipline, but she always gave them time and opportunities for their pleasant plays. She would not allow them to associate with vicious children, because “evil communications corrupt good manners,” and she knew her children were as liable to fall into bad habits as any others. There were a few vicious boys in the village where she lived who always took delight in teasing and vexing the other children, and sometimes these boys would try some method to break up the children’s play.
One afternoon, there being no school, Mrs. Jones gave her little children permission to go into the lower back-room and spend awhile in play. Away they jumped and skipped along down stairs to the play room, with merry hearts and smiling faces. They had not been there a long time before they heard a very singular noise, which they did not know what to make of. But they soon forgot it, and continued playing