THE SLED AND THE SKATES.
When the north winds blow, on my sled I go,
With a bounding heart, o’er the glitt’ring snow;
Or swift on the clear, cold ice I glide,
With my watchful father close by my side.
O, HOW very much pleased was Alfred to find the sled he had asked for
standing by his bed one morning when he awoke! As soon as he had washed
and dressed himself, and said his prayers, he ran to thank his dear
father for his nice present. Alfred’s mamma had bought him a woolen cap,
which she wadded and lined, and he had a warm plaid cloak; so he was
quite ready for his first ride.
The snow was frozen very hard, so that the upper crust bore the sled;
and merrily, merrily indeed did the little boy slide swiftly down the
terrace, and even to the very bottom of the lawn. He did not mind
pulling the sled up the hill for the pleasure of riding down.
By and by he looked up at the bed-room window, and saw his little sister
Flora’s face looking at him through one of the panes. Alfred was not a
selfish boy. He liked to share every pleasure with his sister.
“O, my poor little Flora!” said he, “you must come out and have a ride
too.”
So he left his sled, and ran into the house to ask his mother if she
would not let Flora ride upon the sled. At first his mamma said she was
afraid it was too cold for Flora; but when Alfred promised to take great
care of her, she said that she might go out with him for a little while.
She put on Flora’s warm cap, and coat, and mittens, and comforter, and
stood by the window to watch the little ones.
O, how they both enjoyed it! Alfred was very much pleased to have Flora
put under his care. He kept her feet covered up, and drew the sled down
the terrace very carefully. After a little while Mrs. Penrose sent Ann
out to bring Flora into the house. When Mr. Penrose came home to dinner,
he asked Alfred how he had enjoyed the morning.
“O, father,” said Alfred, “I have been so happy! How much I thank you
for my new sled! I will be a very good boy for it.”
“I hope you will be a good boy, Alfred,” said his papa. “You must ask
God to keep you from doing wrong; for you know, I suppose, that it is
only through his help that we can do a right action. I am always afraid
when I hear people boast of what they intend to do.”
Soon after this, Alfred’s father bought him a beautiful little pair of
skates, and took him upon the pond to teach him to skate.
He had thought that winter was almost as pleasant as summer when he
first rode upon his sled; but now that he could skate too, he forgot all
the pleasures of the summer, and, like Tommy in the looking-glass,
wished that it could be “always winter.”
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