The timid creature would have feared
The dog so bold and strong,
But he seemed to know the little boy
Would let him do no wrong.

He felt a spirit of pure love
Around the gentle boy,
As if good angels, hovering there,
Watched over him in joy.

And true it is that angels oft
Good little George have led;
They're with him in his happy play.
They guard his little bed;

They keep his heart so kind and true,
They make his eye so mild,
For dearly do the angels love,
A gentle little child.




THE FIRST DOLLAR.


I will tell you an affecting story about a young lad by the name of
Emerson Terry, who lived in Hartford, Ct. He was very kind to the poor,
and could never see the suffering of his fellow beings without making an