This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841. Excerpt: ... 161 THE STORY OF FRANK HERBERT. I Dare say you have not forgotten, ray dear little boy, that, when Charles Stuart was listening to his mamma's story of the poor father, who was lost with his child on the lake of Lucern, he asked, "Did not my Papa once save a little boy from being drowned?" and I dare say too, that you would like to hear how it happened. I shall tell you. The little boy's M name was Frank, Frank Herbert; his mamma was a widow; her husband had died, and left her, very young, without any one in the whole world to love, except her little boy. He had no brother or sister to play with, and no little boys or girls lived near him, so that when only three years old, he spent the whole day, and every day by his mamma's side. He was ready to go to her room when she got up in the morning, and played about very good and very happy, till it was time for them to breakfast together, for Frank eat his bread and milk by his mamma's side, and almost every morning, when he had finished the bowl of rich warm milk, he would say or sing those pretty verses that you used to be so fond of some time ago--"Thank you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread." Sometimes he would stop at the first verse, and sometimes go on in a most warning voice, shaking his little head--"Do not chew the hemlock rank, Growing on the weedy bank, But the yellow cowslip eat, They will make it very sweet." After breakfast his mamma used to read for some time to herself, but still little Frank remained in the room, for he knew at that hour he must never disturb her, and he played about, or sat looking at pictures, or trying to draw upon a slate till she was ready to speak to him: then she would tell her little boy stories from the Bible, and read pretty easy books to him; in...