Stories of Many Lands

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Then went up the children's united voices, like one sad wail, " Baby is dead!" " Yes, my children," said their father, in a voice broken by grief, " our precious little Alfred is gone. But, try to say, and try to help us say, ' The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.'" The poor children could not say it then, for their bitter crying; but, before they went to bed, they sobbed forth the sacred words, as they knelt by the crib where little Ally lay, still, and very pale, dressed in a snowy muslin frock, with his waxen hands clasped on his breast, and holding a tiny white rose-bud, an emblem of his sinless little life. A CHARADE. IN the wet rice-swamps and canebrakes tall My first the driver wields ; It sounds among the dusky gang In the snowy cotton-fields; But fast comes