Union Is Strength There was an old farmer who lived in a village. He had four sons, o were lazy and idle. They often quarreled among themselves. The old man was very much annoyed with it. So he called his four sons and told them that since his end was near, he wanted to teach them a lesson. So he told them that since his end was near, he wanted to give them a useful piece of advice. He sent for a bundle of sticks, it was brought. He asked all his sons turn by turn to break the bundle of the sticks. All tried hard, but none of them was able to break the bundle. Then he asked one of ... read more

The Light on the Hills "I WANT to work at my picture," he said, and went into the field. The little sister went too, and stood by him watching while he painted. "The trees are not quite straight," she said, presently, "and oh, dear brother, the sky is not blue enough." "It- will all come right soon," he answered. "Will it be of any good?" "Oh yes," she said, wondering that he should even ask, "it will make people happy to look at it. They will feel as if they were in the field." "If I do it badly, will it make them unhappy?" "Not if you do your very best," she answered; "for ... read more

This is the story of a little girl who was not scared of anything… well, at least until she grew a bit older. The little girl lived with her mother and father and her older brother whom she loved very much. The family lived in a pretty town: not too small and not too big. Not too posh and yet quite chic. This little town was situated in the North-West of Poland. Most towns are much too inviting to be inhabited only by humans. And this town was no exception. In fact, almost anywhere you go, if you are very quiet and look very closely, you will soon see numerous creatures with which we sha ... read more

An Hour with the Aged AT a time when I had a nice Sunday-school class, of which I was very fond, there was an aged and very eccentric old lady who was quite particular in the selection of her acquaintances. For some reason of her own, she favored me with her friendship, and it became my custom to start so early to Sunday-school that I could spend an hour with her. Her room was very odd to look at ; she had a fancy for putting almost everything into a separate little bag. The hair-brush, coarse and fine combs, were each suspended in a bag just exactly large enough. Even the penholder stuck o ... read more

Golden Windows Little Molly lived in a small beautiful town. Her tiny house is constructed on the banks of a beautiful river, near the mountain. She was the only daughter for her parent. Although they weren't very rich, they lived happily. Her house was surrounded by huge trees and beautiful plants. It was a single bedded house, made of woods. Molly did not like her house very much. She felt that the house was too small and not very neat. Little molly was very fond of the mountain. The steep and sloppy mountain had a beautiful but abandoned castle like home with golden windows. Yes, s ... read more