There was a party of twenty-five boys and girls going upon a
picnic, and when about to get into the carry-all which was to
convey them to the picnic grounds, it was found that, with
the utmost crowding there was room for only twenty-four, and
one little girl was left standing on the ground, and was to
be left behind. The disappointment was too great for her to
control her feelings, and the tears began to fall, when one of
her companions, named Alice, jumped out and said, “Don’t cry,
Sadie; you get in and take my place; I have been many times,
and do not care so very much.” The children had a very happy
afternoon, but what do you suppose they thought and said about
Alice?--JAMES T. WHITE, “Character Lessons.”
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This helpful poem is from _The Outlook_:
I thank thee, Lord, for strength of arm
To win my bread,
And that beyond my need is meat
For friend unfed.
I thank thee much for bread to live,
I thank thee more for bread to give.
I thank thee, Lord, for snug-thatched roof
In cold and storm,
And that beyond my need is room
For friend forlorn.
I thank thee much for place to rest,
But more for shelter for my guest.
I thank thee, Lord, for lavish love
On me bestowed,
Enough to share with loveless folk
To ease their load.
Thy love to me I ill could spare,
Yet dearer is thy love I share. (Text.)
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See PATRIOTISM, DISINTERESTED; SELF-FORGETTING.