Later in the evening, Willie lay asleep on the carpet, in one hand a knife, and in the other a half-eaten apple. Directly the little kitten came in, and went whining around, until it saw Willie, when, without delay, it ceased its piteous mewing, crawled up close to his bosom, and went to sleep too.
LITTLE Robert was a playful, intelligent lad. He did nothing by halves. If he studied, he did it with all his might, and was sure to be at the head of his class. If he played, it was in right good earnest. Yet he was gentle and affectionate.
He had a famous dog, who shared all his sports, and seemed as happy in them as his master. Lion, for that was his name, would take Robert's dinner-basket in his mouth, and carry it carefully and safely. And he would defend his master from rude boys, as if he were his guardian.
This lad grew up to be a man; but his attachment to Lion never ceased, and he was never known to do a cruel action to a brute creature. He has often been heard to say that he could not trust a boy that was unkind to animals. God made them for our service, but not for cruel sport.
We hope that our readers will strive to cultivate the spirit of kindness to all God's creatures. God sees each kind or unkind action, and He has said, "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy."
