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: HONOURING PARENTS. As a stranger went into the churchyard of a pretty village, he beheld three children at a new made grave. A boy about ten years of age was busily engaged in placing plats of turf about it, while a girl, who appeared a year or two younger, held in her apron a few roots of wild flowers. The third child, still younger, was sitting on the grass, watching with thoughtful look the movements of the other two. They wore pieces of crape on their straw hats, and a few other signs of mourning, such as are sometimes worn by the poor who struggle between their poverty and their afflictions. The girl began by planting her wild flowers around the head of the grave, when the stranger thus addressed them: /v
Whose grave is this, children, about which you are so busily engaged ?
Mother’s grave, sir, said the boy.
And did your father send you to place these flowers around your mother’s grave ?
No, sir, father lies here, too, and little Willie, and sister Jane.
When did they die ?
Mother was buried a fortnight yesterday, sir, but father died last winter; they all lie here.
Then who told you to do this ?
Nobody, sir, replied the girl.
Then why do you do it ? They appeared at a loss for an answer, but the stranger looked so kindly at them that at last the eldest replied, as the teara started to his eyes:
Oh, we do love them, sir.
Then you put these grass turfs and wild flowers where your parents are laid,, because you love them?
Yes, sir, they all eagerly replied. What can be more beautiful than such an exhibition of children honouring deceased parents V Never forget the dear parents who loved and cherished you in your infant days. Ever remember their parental kindness. Honour their memory by doing tho…
