Jane was soon able to be about again: but O, what a face did she carry! Her cheeks were deeply scratched, and her nose was bruised almost to flatness. The little girls with whom she formerly played could hardly believe that it was Jane Jones, and although they loved her much they could but pity her. Jane was never afterwards seen upon a fence: O, no! she knew she had done wrong, and most carefully did she avoid going where she might get another fall.
THE CRUEL BOY.
THE CRUEL BOY.
Ah! here is John Stevens. He took the little kitten, almost as soon as it was born, and tied a string and a stone to its neck, and is now throwing it into the river. Poor thing! how it will agonize and try to get loose. But all will be in vain: the little kitten must drown.
And now, let us ask the little boy why he was led to such an act of cruelty. He makes no answer. Verily, we should think he would feel guilty, and certainly he looks heartily ashamed. We hope he will never again be found engaged in such an act. If he has no parents to teach him to do better, we pity him. But that is no excuse for doing wrong. We would advise him to go to school, and there improve his time, and learn to do better. We hope he will take our advice, and that we shall soon have the pleasure of hearing that he has become a better boy.