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THE ONE MOSS-ROSE.
THE ONE MOSS-ROSE.
BY
REV. P. B. POWER, M.A.
LONDON:
T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;
EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.
THE ONE MOSS-ROSE.
EONARD DOBBIN had a humble cottage upon SquireCourtenay's estate; but although the cottage was humble, it was alwayskept neat and clean, and was a pattern of everything that a poor man'sdwelling should be. The white-washed walls, the smoothly raked gravelwalk, and the sanded floor, were so many evidences that Leonard was acareful and a thrifty man; and while some of his poorer neighbourslaughed, and asked where was the use of being so[6] precise, they couldnot help respecting Dobbin, nevertheless.
The great, and, indeed, almost the only pleasure upon which thelabourer allowed himself to spend any time, was the little flower gardenin front of the house. The garden was Dobbin's pride; and the pride ofthe garden was a moss-rose tree, which was the peculiar treasure of thelabourer's little crippled son, who watched it from the window, andwhenever he was well enough, crept out to water it, and pick off anystray snail which had ventured to climb up its rich brown leaves. Nomother ever watched her little infant with more eager eyes than JacobDobbin did his favourite r