Identifier: ursulaathome00grif (find matches)
Title: Ursula at home
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: Griffith, Harriet P. Roelofson
Subjects: Children's stories, American
Publisher: Morristown, N.J., Vogt Bros.

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whose son is Christ ? Gods onlySon. We say Lord, God Almighty ; what does Almightymean • It means, ahle to do all things, doesnt it, MissCarlton ? Yes, Jessie, it means there is nothing God cannotdo. Some time I will tell you more about this but Ihave not time to-day, for this is our last Sunday in themonth, and on this Sunday we give three-quarters of,an hour to kindness to dumb animals. We call itmercy day ; and Bird Sunday, we call it, when I talkto you about caring for our beautiful wild birds andhome birds. You have remembered very nicely what Itaught you last Sunday, but next Sunday I will only,ask you to remember what Almighty means, and thelittle prayer and verses I have written out for you. Ihope, my dear children, you are all trying to be kind to-dumb animals. It will make you better men andwomen and more kind and affectionate to people, ifyou try each day of your life to remember to be kind tothe animals and birds, who cannot speak, even though p a o (Ti-er I ,.,.^.... ..
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THE M JC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOXTILDEN FOUNDATIONS Ravensport Church. 31T they are badly treated. Nothing God has made is too small for us to be thoughtful about. I will read to you a few little stories which I found in some magazines and papers—they are beautifully written. First I will read you about a very kind man, Charles Kingsley. He lived in England, and was a minister, and he wrote some very good books. He was going up the pulpit stairs one Sunday in a church, (where he had been asked to preach) when he suddenly stooped down. The people sitting in their seats in church could not see him as he disappeared from their view. They waited some time for him and wondered what had happened to him. At last one of the church members went in the little room back of the pulpit, and there was Charles Kingsley looking at something very closely, which he held in the palm of his hand. It was a poor little half dead butterfly. He found it on the pulpit steps, he said, as he was going up, and cou

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