Phebe, the Blackberry Girl Uncle Thomas's Stories for Good Children   By: Anonymous

UNCLE THOMAS'S

STORIES

FOR

GOOD CHILDREN.

[Illustration: UNCLE THOMAS.]

PHEBE,

THE BLACKBERRY GIRL.

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NEW YORK:

LIVERMORE & RUDD

310 BROADWAY

1856.

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1847

By EDWARD LIVERMORE,

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Massachusetts.

INTRODUCTION.

Uncle Thomas's Stories for Good Children.

The design of this series of unpretending little books, is, to give to the Young information, joined with amusement.

They are prepared for young children, and if, from the reading of these stories, they acquire a love for good books, the compiler's object will be accomplished.

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CONTENTS.

PAGE

THE BLACKBERRY GIRL, PART I., 9

THE BLACKBERRY GIRL, PART II., 19

GOOD CHILDREN, 23

POOR CRAZY ROBERT, 25

THE PET LAMB, 29

FATHER WILLIAM AND THE YOUNG MAN, 37

THE LITTLE GIRL AND HER PETS, 39

THE FLOWERS, 43

THE CHILD AND THE FLOWERS, 45

ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE, 49

WASHING AND DRESSING, 51

THE INDUSTRIOUS BOY, 55

WE ARE SEVEN, 57

THE IDLE BOY, 63

CASABIANCA, 67

TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR, 71

[Illustration: Phebe, the Blackberry Girl.]

THE BLACKBERRY GIRL.

PART I.

"Why, Phebe, are you come so soon, Where are your berries, child? You cannot, sure, have sold them all, You had a basket pil'd."

"No, mother, as I climb'd the fence, The nearest way to town, My apron caught upon a stake, And so I tumbled down.

"I scratched my arm, and tore my hair, But still did not complain; And had my blackberries been safe, Should not have cared a grain.

[Illustration: Phebe and her Mother.]

"But when I saw them on the ground All scattered by my side, I pick'd my empty basket up, And down I sat and cried.

"Just then a pretty little Miss Chanced to be walking by; She stopp'd, and looking pitiful, She begg'd me not to cry.

"'Poor little girl, you fell,' said she, 'And must be sadly hurt' 'O, no,' I cried, 'but see my fruit, All mixed with sand and dirt!'

"'Well, do not grieve for that,' she said 'Go home, and get some more:' Ah, no, for I have stripp'd the vines, These were the last they bore.

"My father, Miss, is very poor, And works in yonder stall; He has so many little ones, He cannot clothe us all.

"I always long'd to go to church, But never could I go; For when I ask'd him for a gown, He always answer'd, 'No.'

"'There's not a father in the world That loves his children more; I'd get you one with all my heart, But, Phebe, I am poor.'

"But when the blackberries were ripe He said to me one day, 'Phebe, if you will take the time That's given you for play,

"'And gather blackberries enough, And carry them to town, To buy your bonnet and your shoes, I'll try to get a gown.'

[Illustration: Phebe and Billy going to School.]

"O Miss, I fairly jumped for joy, My spirits were so light: And so, when I had leave to play, I pick'd with all my might.

"I sold enough to get my shoes, About a week ago; And these, if they had not been spilt, Would buy a bonnet too.

"But now they are gone, they all are gone And I can get no more, And Sundays I must stay at home Just as I did before.

"And, mother, then I cried again, As hard as I could cry; And, looking up, I saw a tear Was standing in her eye.