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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 82

The Story of the Bad Little Boy Who Didn't Come to Grief

The Story of the Bad Little Boy Who Didn't Come to Grief.

Once there was a bad little boy, whose name was Jim—though, if you will notice, you will find that bad little boys are nearly always called James in your Sunday-school books. It was very strange, but still it was true, that this one was called Jim.

He didn't have any sick mother, either—a sick mother who was pious and had the consumption, and would be glad to lie down in the grave and be at rest, but for the strong love she bore her boy, and the anxiety she felt that the world would be harsh and cold towards him when she was gone. Most bad boys in the Sunday school books are named James, and have sick mothers, who teach them to say, "Now I lay me down," &c, and sing them to sleep with sweet plaintive voices, and then kiss them good-night, and kneel down by the bedside and weep. But it was different with this fellow. He was named Jim, and there wasn't anything the matter with his mother—no consumption, or anything of that kind.

(To be Continued.)