No. 83 II. SERIES.
LITTLE SUSAN
AND
HER LAMB.
PHILADELPHIA:
American S. School Union,
Depository, 148 Chesnut Street.
1827.
Stereotyped by L. Johnson.
LITTLE SUSAN
AND
HER LAMB.
PHILADELPHIA:
American Sunday School Union
Depository, 148 Chesnut street.
1827.
LITTLE SUSAN
AND
HER LAMB.
One fine summer’s morning, littleSusan’s mother called her to comeand have her breakfast. She tookher porringer, and sat down on agreen bank near the cottage door toeat the bread and milk she had thatmorning, and liked it very much,as she did not always have milk forbreakfast. While Susan was eatingher breakfast, she thought abouta very pretty book, which had beengiven her the week before as a rewardfor her regular attendance atthe Sunday School, during the last[6]half year; for it had pleased Godthat she should enjoy good health,and Susan knew too well the valueof what she learned at the Sundayschool, ever to be absent when shecould attend. I never heard of herplaying about on a Sunday withrude idle children, she knew thatwould be breaking the Sabbath, andshe desired to keep it holy. Whichchildren do you think are the happiest,those who play about, and getinto mischief on a Sunday, or thosegood children who attend publicworship and endeavour to keep holythe Sabbath day?
While Susan was eating herbreakfast, she thought about her rewardbook, as I told you—it was“Little Jane, the Young Cottager,”and she wished that shemight love the Saviour and be happylike “Little Jane.”
When she had nearly finished herporringer, a man came by driving[7]some sheep, which he was going tosell at the next town. Several ofthe sheep had little lambs with them,and some of these poor little creatureswere so tired that they couldhardly walk. One little lamb laiddown just as it came to the placewhere Susan was sitting. The mantried to make it get up, but it couldnot rise, and seemed to be dying.“Well,” said he, “I’ll have yourskin at any rate.” So saying, he wasabout to tie its legs together, andtake it upon his shoulder, whenSusan spoke to him, and beggedvery hard that he would leave thelittle lamb with her, and she wouldnurse it. “Why, as for that,” saidthe man, “I suppose I might aswell give it you at once, for I don’treckon you can make much hand ofit; and I think I’ll e’en give it toyou, for now I recollect, you a