Year: 1871

But do not shut sweet Mercy's doors


When Sorrow pleads or Want implores;
| To help to heal Misfortunes sores,
Be careful OF your money!
| BE careful of your money, boys


Be careful Of yOur money;


To help the poor who seek your door,


Be careful Of your money!


TINY TIM TYLER.


BY MRS. JENNIE T. HAZEN LEWIS.


His name was Tiny Tim, and, as his
name shows, very little bit of boy was
he; but what he lacked in size he made
up in mischief His mamma said he was
as full of funny capers as his skin could
hold. Perhaps some of you have plant
in your garden bearing a round berry you
cal! capers. which are to be eaten with
boiled mutton; but these arc not the capers
with which Tnn-Azaa -filled--but another
kind, about some of which I'll tell you.
When he was the smallest mite of boy
and wore little pink and white striped
dresses, his mamma tied On his sun bon
net one sunshiny morning in May, and
told him he might go out in the front yard
to play. Tim trotted directly down to the
gate, and clutching it with his pink fingers
began to shake it to open it But his nam.
ma knew it had been fastened, so he could
not open it, and she went back to finish
working over the butter, and packing it in
the jars, ready to carry to market.


twas so sweet and yellow-the butter
Il wish had some of it now.


Mamma was very busy, and as she could
think of no mischief that Tiny Tim could
get into, she forgot him for a half: hour or
so. When she went to look for him, she
found him sitting by a big peony, with
every one Of the buds lying in his lap.


"Why, Tim what have you done p
cried his mamma.


Pity marbles !" chirruped Tim, with
his mouth crammcd full Of something.


Mammals heart flew into her mouth, for
Tim had habit Of putting almost every.
thing into his mouth, and had several
times come near choking to death. She
lifted Tim up quickly, spilling all his
"pitty marbles on the ground She put
her fingers in his mouth, and pulled out -


What do you think?


An old, withered apple, that had lain on
the ground all winter!


Tim kicked and squirmed, and cried,
too, as soon as his mouth was empty so
he could, and begged for the apple.


"Dood appo, mamma! div it bat to
mel"


| X
red one instead Of that.


His mamma tried to make him under.
stand the mischief he had done to he1
peony, but he only looked at her with his
brown eyes filled with tears, and muir.
mured,-


"Pitty marblcs!"


Mamma could only hug and kiss the
little fellow, for, after all, he was but a
baby, and worth more to her than hun
dred posics. So she took him into the
house, took off his pink bonnet, washed
his face and hands, fed him his bread and
milk, gave him red apple, and put him
in his little crib, and left him to 20 to
sleep.


But his little brain was too full of his
"pitty marbles to sleep, so, after nibbling
his apple little, he crept out of his crib,
went to the sewing machine, took down
his mammals work basket, emptied all of
the spools and thimbles and scissors out
upon the carpet, and went and picked up
the peony buds in it, crept back into the
house and sat down to play with them.
| In little while he grew sleepy and
rodded his head in most comical way
lower, lower yet it went, till, finally, it
reached the floor, and Tiny Tim was as
fast asleep as was Little Boy Blue"





comfort, she was surprised and vexcd and
her little bundle of "capers" and laid him
so softly in the crib that he did not wake
up Then she picked up the spools and
things and put them in the machine draw
er, saying to herself:


"Poor Tiny Tim-he shall have the
basket to keep his pity marbles i'm


When Tim walked up, he was ready for
more business There was one good
thing about Tim, and that was this: BE
was always busy with something he called
work. If he went out with his piece of
bread and butter, and the chickens gath
cred around him and wanted some, he
would crumble it up and give it to them.


One day his sister saw him sitting on
the ground surrounded by hens, ducks,
and turkeys They were clear up in his
lap and were eating something from it.
He would put his hand and touch one
of them, and scream with delight, when
they flew from under it. Sister Cora
went out to see what he had, and saw a
loaf of bread, all scratched and picked to
pieces.


"Tim, where did you get the bread ~
she asked.


"In de butwy," he replied, innocently.


A sudden panic seized the girl She ran
hastily into the buttery, and looked into
the broad jar. She found it empty
empty Of bread, but there was something
else in it. 1t was the black kitten! Tim
had shut it up in the jar, after he had
taken out the bread, because the kitten
frightened the chickens away.


Cora was in dreadful fix Her mamma
had gone to town and left her to get din.
ner, and that was every crumb of bread
there WAS in the house, and she didn't
know how to make biscuits.
think she ought to have known how
to make biscuit at twelve years old, don't
your l hone all my little girl readers
know how to make bread aud biscuits
too.


Cora though a minute; then she spoke
to herself


"TN go and borrow loaf Of bread OF
aunt Becky Meadows. Ma always does
when she gets out Of bread. "Comc, Tim, "
she called, I'VE must go over to aunt
'Becky's, and get bread for dinner.


Tim was always ready to go anywhere
50 he jumped up, and his half.eaten and
wholly spoiled loaf fell to the ground fol
the fowls to finish.


Tiny Tim grew fast in years, and grew
some in size. lie never, even when ht
was not more than two years old, wanted
to wear bonnet, but always cried Justify
for hat, and if one was left within hi
climbing reach he was sure to have it on
aud he was always obliged to hold it will
both hands to keep it from resting upo1
his shoulders.


Having such passion for boys clothes
it is not strange that at the age OF four he
was dressed in jackets and trousers resem
bling tho clothes OF the father. Tim hac
always teased to 90 fishing, but he hat
been put oil.


"You must wait till you have coat ani
trousers, said his father
And when the day did come, he did no
forget it. He did not consider it neces
sary to ask again if he might 60, for hi
coat and trowscrs were on him.
Brother Lucius had "den" upstairs
where Tim was seldom permitted to en-
ter, the door being carefully locked bN
this day, as it happened, it was open, ane
you may be sure.Tim was not long in find
; ing it out, and in going in and taking I
h-hook, line and rod from among th'
treasures he found there.
Tiny Tim had no idea he would be do
ing anything wrong in going to tn
brook so he did not try to be sly about i
but went boldly down through the gar
den and across the pasture to the brook
Ills mother saw him crossing the pastur
with the rod trailing aft. him, but, as b
| often went there to drive the calves about
she thought the rod was big whip he ha'
, picked up.


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