they hold all that is needed to give peace to the family and to the state.

Where God reigns there is bliss. The home in which God rules is happy.

The town, or state, or country, that does not fear or love God, is not in peace.

If all men loved God, there would be no bad men, and then we would have no use for jails.

Many say with their lips that they fear and love God, but their conduct belies their words.

God rules the sea and the storm; the seasons come and go at his bidding; the snows in winter, the flowers in summer, and the fruit in autumn.

He paints all the colors on the trees and flowers, and gives sweet voices to the birds.

He speaks in the thunder and writes on the black clouds with the lightning.

He makes the earth tremble and the ocean roar.

He loves good children, and, if they keep his laws, he will make them live forever with himself in heaven.

THE ENGLISH GIRL AND HER NURSE.

A little English girl in

day playing outside her

India was one

father's tent,

near the edge of a jungle. She had been watching for some time a beautiful little

fawn, that seemed too young to run about, and which stood gazing at the child with its soft, dark eyes.

The girl moved towards it; but the fawn started back with a frightened look, and fled. The child gave chase; but the fawn was soon hid among the high grass of the jungle.

When the nurse missed little Mary, she quickly hurried after her. But so eager had the child been in chasing the fawn, that she was some distance from the tent before the nurse overtook her. Catching the child in her arms, the nurse tried to return; but the grass and weeds around were so high, that she could not see two yards before her.

She walked some steps with little Mary in her arms; then stopped and looked round. Fright was pictured in her face. "We are lost!" cried the poor Hindoo woman, "lost in the wide jungle!"

"Do not be so frightened, Nursie," said the little English girl; "God can save us, and show us the way back.” The little child could feel, as the Hin

doo nurse could not, that, even in that wild, lonely jungle, a great and loving Friend was beside her.

Again the nurse tried to find her way; again she stopped in fear.

What was that sound, like a growl, that startled her, and made her sink on the ground in terror, pressing the little girl all the closer to her breast? Both turned to look in the direction from which that sound had come.

There they saw the striped head of a Bengal tiger above the waving grass! The nurse gave a scream of terror; and little Mary began to pray, as she had been taught by her mother. It seemed like a swift answer to prayer, when the sharp report of a rifle rang through the thicket, quickly followed by a second; and the tiger, wounded unto death, lay, rolling and struggling on the earth!

Little Mary knew nothing of what followed; silent with terror, she lay with her face hid in the arms of her trembling nurse.

The rifle-shot came from the hand of

little Mary's father, whom God had sent to their rescue. Lifting his child in his arms, the happy father carried her back to the tent; leaving his servants, who had followed in his steps, to bring in the dead tiger.

The servants took off the fine, large skin of the tiger, and to-day it lies as a rug upon the floor in one of the rooms of the gentleman's home in England.

The tiger's head looks much the same as when it peered out of the thick, waving grass of the jungle. The large, sharp teeth are bare, and the glass eyes look very fierce.

But Mary is not a bit afraid of it now! No, indeed! Many a good romp have she and nursie had over the old tiger's striped back!

Sometimes Mary puts her little pink fingers right between the fierce, sharp teeth, and cries, "Old tiger, bite me now, if you can!"

Sometimes the fair, golden curls hang right down over the fierce face of the tiger, when little Mary makes a pillow