al name. No; her
father's name was Meanwell, and he was for many years a considerable
farmer in the parish where Margery was born; but by the misfortunes
which he met with in business, and the wicked persecutions of Sir
Timothy Gripe, and an overgrown farmer called Graspall, he was
effectually ruined. These men turned the farmer, his wife, Little
Margery, and her brother out of doors, without any of the necessaries of
life to support them.

Care and discontent shortened the days of Little Margery's father. He
was seized with a violent fever, and died miserably. Margery's poor
mother survived the loss of her husband but a few days, and died of a
broken heart, leaving Margery and her little brother to the wide world.
It would have excited your pity and done your heart good to have seen
how fond these two little ones were of each other, and how, hand in
hand, they trotted about.

They were both very ragged, and Tommy had no shoes, and Margery had but
one. They had nothing, poor things, to support them but what they picked
from the hedges or got from the poor people, and they lay every night in
a barn. Their relatives took no notice of them; no, they were rich, and
ashamed to own such a poor little ragged girl as Margery and such a
dirty little curl-pated boy as Tommy. But such wicked folks, who love
nothing but money and are proud and despise the poor, never come to any
good in the end, as we shall see by and by.

Mr. Smith was a very worthy clergyman who lived in the parish where
Little Margery and Tommy were born; and having a relative come to see
him, he sent for these children. The gentleman ordered Little Margery a
new pair of shoes, gave Mr. Smith some money to buy her clothes, and
said he would take Tommy and make him a little sailor.

The parting between these two little children was very affecting. Tommy
cried, and Margery cried, and they kissed each other an hundred times.
At last Tommy wiped off her tears with the end of his jacket, and bid
her cry no more, for he would come to her again when he returned from
sea.

As soon as Little Margery got up the next morning, which was very early,
she ran all round the village, crying for her brother; and after some
time returned greatly distressed. However, at this instant, the
shoemaker came in with the new shoes, for which she had been measured by
the gentleman's order.

Nothing could have supported Little Margery under the affliction she was
in for the loss of