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Title: Sixth reader for the use of schools
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Newell, McFadden Alexander
Subjects: Readers
Publisher: Kelly, Piet
Contributing Library: Towson University, Special Collections at the Albert S. Cook Library
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e like a hateful guest;My dog is gone, and now my ass is dead,—Well,—God is good and all is for the best! At dawn of day, imploring heavenly grace, Once more he sought the town ; but all in vain; A band of robbers had despoiled the place,And all the churlish citizens were slain! ** Now God be praised ! the grateful Rabbi cried; If I had tarried in the town to rest,I, too, with these poor villagers, had died,—Sure, God is good, and ail is for the best! *Had not the wanton wind put out my lamp.By which the sacred law I would have read.The light had shown the robbers to my camp.And here the villains would have left me dead ! ** Had not my faithful animals been slain, Their noise, no doubt, had drawn the robbers near,And so their master, it is very plain, Instead of them, had fallen murdered here! CHRISTMAS DAY. ** Full well I see that this hath happened soTo put my faith and patience to the tes^;Thanks to His name! for now I surely knowThat God is good, and all is for the best! 403
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CLXI.—CHEISTMAS DAY 1. While I lay musing on my pillow, I heard the sound of littlefeet pattering outside of the door, and a whispering consultation.Presently a choir of small voices chanted forth an old Christmas carol,the burden of which was— Eejoice, our Saviour he was bornOn Christmas day in the morning. 2. I rose softly, slipped on my clothes, opened the door suddenly,and beheld one of the most beautiful little fairy groups that a paintercould imagine. It consisted of a boy and two girls, the eldest not 404 THE SIXTH HEADER. more tlian six, and lovely as seraphs. They were going the roundsof the house, and singing at every chamber door; but my suddenappearance frightened them into mute bashfulness. They remainedfor a moment playing on their lips with their fingers, and now andthen stealing a shy glance from under their eyebrows, until, as if byone impulse, they scampered away, and as they turned an angle ofthe gallery, I heard them laughing in triumph at their escape. 3. Ever

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