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cropping, the black stone caught ence? Many a man's estimates of fire, at which they were greatly asto- his own religion might be proved all nished, and circulated the report of vanity by just asking his wife, and a new miracle, which was the special getting an honest answer from her. manifestation of their god of fire, How does his religion make him act who had caused the very stones to at home? that is the grand test. burn. Multitudes flocked to the spot, a new shrine was erected, and wor- CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER ship offered to the god of fire. Some

CASES. Europeans hearing of it, went to Gentleman. “Is Mrs.

Min?" the place, and soon ascertained the Servant. “No, sir, she is not at real nature of the miracle, which home.” they turned to profitable account, by Gentleman. “Ah, I am sorry, as digging and working a mine that has I owe her some money, and have since supplied the Ganges steamers called to pay it." in Upper India with coal.

A voice from over the balustrade :

“ Oh, I am in! to be sure I am. A GOOD REFERENCE.

Why, Sally, didn't you know that ? A stranger, entering a Methodist Ask the gentleman to walk in.” prayer-meeting, made some remarks, in the course of which he said, “If

CHRISTIAN GRACE. you don't believe I've got religion, The more believers love God, the go and ask my wife-she'll tell you." more they love one another; as the The expression came out so bluntly, lines of a circle, the nearer they as almost to cause an explosion of come to the centre, the nearer they laughter. But is it not a good refer. I come to each other.

The Sunday-School.

TOO BIG TO OBEY A MOTHER. A boy “too big to mind his mo- a faithful Christian boy. This, you ther!" Such a boy must be larger own, would make her happy beyond than a giant, and one with strange description; and you feel “ too big ideas of the rights of big people. I to yield to her wishes, do you? should not like to live near him, or My boy, believe me, you are in a even to see him, for I should expect most dangerous state of mind, both he would feel “too big” to mind for this world and the next. Think the laws of his country or the laws of Christ, the “King of kings, and of God, and thus be a dangerous Lord of lords.” When he was old neighbour. I am told that there are enough and wise enough to confound such boys, or rather those who think the learned doctors in the temple at they are too big to mind their Jerusalem, he was none too old and mother."

wise to obey his mother; and when What does your mother want you he was dying, he took care to proto do? To stay in evenings, to avoid vide her with a son to render her associating with bad boys, to read honour and affection. Believe me, useful books, to shun novels and when you are small enough to debad newspapers, to mind your stu- pend upon your mother for food and dies or trade, or whatever you are clothing, and daily care, and while engaged in on week days, with dili. she is so anxious to see you grow up gence, and on the Sabbath to be into a good and worthy man, and so regular at chapel and Bible-class; willing to make any sacrifice to help and, above all, she wants to see you you on in life, you should be


ashamed to say, or even think, “I tearful eye, seem ever present. Oh, am too big to mind my mother.” disobedient child! whoever you may

Search all the biographies in your be, reflect upon the possibility of own or your father's library, and your parents being taken away from tell me if you can find a case of a you! How could you bear the man distinguished for greatness and terrible accusation of conscience ? goodness who allowed such a thought "Remorse, remorse," would be unto enter his mind. No; such men availing. Those fond beings, who prize a good, watchful mother, obey loved you more tenderly than anyher godly maxims as long as they thing else on earth, are gone; and, live, and teach them to their chil. so far as we know, cannot hear the dren. You are“ too big" to disobey repentant tones, or see the falling your mother; but don't allow your tear, of their heart-broken child. self, my dear boy, to become such a Love your parents, dear children. monster of iniquity as to be “too Rest assured you will never look big to mind" a good mother. back with regret upon one single

sacrifice made for mother's or fa

ther's sake. LOVE YOUR PARENTS. Children should never delay obey- BAD BOYS MAKE BAD MEN. ing their parents because they are busily doing something which they MANY years ago a little boy lived desire to finish. How very naughty in ancient Rome who was very cruel to say, "Wait, mother; I will come to harmless animals. He delighted directly;” or, “ I will do it soon.” to torture and kill Aies, and would

This is self-will, which is entirely pursue the little creatures hour after contrary to the teachings of the hour with a pin, to pierce them Bible. You must honour your fa- through, and see them flutter and ther and mother if you would live die in agony. Do you think that a long and be happy.

boy so cruel became a kind, lovirg Many children have been cut man? Not he. As he grew older down and laid in an untimely grave, he exhibited the same cruel disposimerely from a single act of disobe- tion towards men. At last he was dience. We very often see accounts made Emperor of Rome, and then of boys being drowned, particularly he advanced in cruelty at a most on the Sabbath, from going skating fearful rate. This man or fishing, contrary to the commands bloody Nero, who killed his own of their parents.

wife, and ordered his mother to be Little girls are often burned to assassinated. Nor was this all. He death, or injured in some other way, delighted so much in cruel things, from the same cause. Is it not a that he finally ordered the city to be beautiful sight to behold a well- set on fire, just to see how it would trained family of children, all will look. And when it was burning, he ing and anxious to render that obe seated himself upon a high tower, dience which God's holy book re. and sung, and played upon his lyre. quires, and which

nature itself was this strange? Is not a cruel teaches us is right? If children are boy likely to become a cruel man ? taught obedience to parents, they Killing men in manhood is only a will find it much more easy to sub- further development of killing flies mit to the teachings of God's Holy in childhood. I have seen many a Spirit. You may think lightly of boy, and girl, too, engaging in this grieving your kind parents while cruel sport of tormenting flies, and you have them with you; but in all I always say to myself, “ Perhaps probability, though the young, too, they are little Neros." may die, you may be left an orphan. An aged sea captain, who had Then, when all is dark before you, spent a long life upon the ocean, a father's earnest voice, a mother's said to a lady, “On ship-board 1

was the


can tell in a very short time what, glory brightness of the eternal any sailor was in his boyhood.” It world. was because " the boy is father to the man.” He added, " I find invariably that a bad sailor is made out EYE-GATE AND EAR-GATE. of a bad boy." When he saw a A man once lived on a lonely island, reckless, profane, vicious son of

and built himself a mud-house to the deep,” he at once concluded live in. He made four walls, but that he was little better when a lad. he would not make a door, because Now this is just what might be ex- he feared the wild beasts and the pected. It is just what is seen in wild men; so he made a ladder, and other things. Poor wool or cotton when he wished to go out or come makes poor cloth. Poor cloth makes in, he fixed the ladder against the a poor coat. Poor farms produce wall, and when the ladder was poor crops. Poor timber makes a drawn in, he felt himself safe. poor house. And so wicked children inake wicked men and women.

Our body, which is the house in which we live, not so made. It has gates by which things can go in

and out. There is eye-gate and earTHE POOR COAL-MINER'S gate, through which things good and BOY.

bad are always coming into our

mind and heart. A little boy was A poor coal-miner, who feared God, one day playing at marbles ; he had was in the habit of always taking only two left, and his little friend his Bible with him when he went had a bagfull. As the little boy was down into the pit, that he might read looking at the bagfull of marbles, ą a few verses when he left off work bad desire came in at eye-gate, and to eat his meals. He had a lad who seemed to say, Why should he worked with him, and who, having have so many, while you have so received a Bible at his Sabbath- few?" Soon after, a bad thought school, by the advice of his father came in at ear-gate, and said, “If took it with him too. One day when you cheat him of three or four, it they were at work, the father turned will not be found out.” The little round and stepped a few paces to boy was a good boy, and feared God; reach one of his tools, when, lo! a he knew what was right and wrong, part of the roof fell in between him and he would not cheat, because he and the boy. The father, who was knew it was as bad as to steal. unhurt, was in great trouble to know

We must learn to set a watch at whether the boy was killed or not. eye-gate and ear-gate, so that no bad He shouted, and the boy answered ; thoughts or desires come in, or else but it was to tell his agonized father they will come in when we are not that his feet were crushed under aware, and it will be very hard to heavy pieces of coal, and that he get them oứt again. At eye-gate we could not move. What can I do inust learn to look up to God at all for you my poor, dear lad ?." ex: times, and he will look down on us, claimed the father. “Nothing, I to help us and take care of us; and fear,” said the boy; "but my lamp at ear-gate we must listen to his good is not out yet, and I am reading my laws, so that we may obey, and love Bible. The Lord is with me."

and serve him as long as we live. Help was called, and, after some hours of hard labour, the miner's boy was found. His lamp had gone A GOOD LITTLE GIRL. out, but the lamp of life-the Bible -had shed light upon his soul, Before a good little girl lies down while the body, suffocating for want on her pillow, she kneels down and of air, was about to yield up the thanks God for his goodness to her. spirit from the darkness of that Can a kitten thank God? No; horrid pit into the more than sun. I because a kitten cannot think or

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understand about God. You can, the minister. “ I was walking along because you have a soul; it is your one day, and met a little boy. The soul that thinks of God. Besides little boy stopped at my side. thanking God, this little girl asksPlease, sir,' he said, ' will you take God to forgive her naughty thoughts a tract? and please, sir, will you and naughty actions, and make her read it?' Tracts! I always hated good and obedient, like his dear Son. tracts and such things, but that She wants to be one of God's chil. Please, sir,' overcame me. I could dren. She also prays God to take not at that kind-spoken care of her in the night. When her Please, sir;' no, no. I took the father and mother are asleep, they tract, and [ thanked the little boy, cannot watch over her little bed, and and I said I'd read it; and I did keep her from harm. Whose eye read it, and the reading of it saved never sleeps? It is God's. He my soul. I saw I was a sinner, and looks down upon her all the dark I saw that Jesus Christ could save night through, and sends his angels me from my sins. That • Please, to tend her. Do you know the sir,' was the entering wedge to my pretty verse,

old hickory heart.” " I lay my body down to sleep;

Peace is the pillow of my head;
While well-appointed angels keep

Their watchful stations round my
bed ?"

Little folks, are you polite at your
How sweet to feel safe in God's meals?

The following beautiful lines are so simple, practical, and comprehensive, and directly to the point,

that we re-insert them : THE POOR BOY.

In silence I must take my seat, Don't be ashamed, my lad, if you And give God thanks before I eat; have a patch on your elbow; it is Must for my food in patience wait, no mark of disgrace. It speaks Till I am ask'd to hand my plate; well for your industrious mother. I must not scold, nor whine, nor pout, For our part, we would rather see a

Nor move my chair or plate about;

With knife, or fork, or napkin ring, | dozen patches on your jacket than I must not play, nor must I sing;

hear one profane or vulgar word I must not speak a useless word, i escape from your lips, or smell the For children must be seen, not heard ;

fumes of tobacco in your breath. I must not talk about my foo
No good boy will shun you because Nor fret if I don't think it good;
you cannot dress as well as your Nor while I'm eating speak aloud;

My mouth with food I must not crowd, companion; and if a bad boy some- Must turn my head to cough or sneeze, times laughs at your appearance, And when I ask, say, “If you please;" say nothing, my good lad, but walk The tuble-cloth I must not spoil,

We know many a rich and Nor with my food my fingers soil; good man who was once as poor as

Must keep my seat when I have done,

Nor round the table sport or run; you. Fear God, my boy, and, if you When told to rise, then I must put are poor, but honest, you will be My chair away with noiseless foot, respected a great deal more than if And lift my heart to God above you were the son of a rich man, and In praise for all his wondrous love. were addicted to bad habits.

tender care.




Now I lay me down to sleep, Sir, do you want to know how I

Nicely cover'd in my bed, was converted, I, an old gray-headed God alone can safely keep

Harm and danger from my head, sinner?said a good old man to Oh, how gracious he must be his minister. “Tell me," answered. Thus to mind a child like me.

Though my tender parents tire,

God still watches through the night; Ob, that mine eye might closed be
Neither sickness, storm, nor fire,

To what becomes me not to see ;
Break my slumbers with affright. That deafness might possess mine ear
Oh, how gracious God must be,

To what concerns me not to hear; Thus to mind a child like me!

That truth my tongue might always tie

From ever speaking foolishly; Soon my weary evelids close ;

That no vain thought might ever rest, Soon my little limbs, undrest,

Or be conceived within my breast; Quietly, in sweet repose,

That by each word, each deed, each Till another morning, rest.

thought, God is my preserver; he

Glory may to my God be brought. Cares for little ones like me.

But what are wishes ? Lord, mine eye

On thee is fix'd; to thee I cry ; By and by, in sleep of death,

Oh, purge out all my dross, my sin ! I must lie down in the grave;

Make me more white than snow within. But the Lord, who gave me breath, Wash, Lord, and purify my heart,

Then my trembling soul can save. And make it clean in every part;
Helpless, sinful though I be,

And when 't is clean, Lord, keep it so, JESUS died for such as me.

For that is more than I can do,



Go where the dead repose,
Softly, at evening-close,

Ere day is done;
When the low wind is heard,
And scarce the leaves are stirr'd,
And the sad woodland bird

Mourneth alone !
Softly, oh, softly tread
Over the sleeping dead,

Folded to rest.
Where the wild roses blow,
And the still streamlets flow,
And shadows come and go

Above them blest.
Low moss and creeping vine,
And the sweet eglantine

There greenly wreathe,
And the tall trees arise
To the blue bending skies;
Odours of Paradise

Everywhere breathe !
Slowly the changing year
Rolleth his circle bere,

And the dews weep
Nightly their tears of love,
And the still stars above,
Like holy watchers, move

Over their sleep.
Peace, from her wanderings,
Foldeth her weary wings

O'er their abode.
Till time and change are done,
Deeply they slumber on,
Far from the world ; alone,

My brow may show no line of grief,

My breast give out no groan;
But lonely is my heart, since one

Away from earth has flown.
There's beauty still in earth and

And friendship still is sweet ;
My heart, in wife and children, too,

Still finds its loved retreat.
But 'mid earth's joys a sadness comes,

Comes in ambition's hour,
When glad hopes dance in sunny

It comes with chilling power.
Distress more keen may be my lot,

More bitter woes betide ;
But half the world then died to me,

When my dear mother died.
Oh, were it true, when loved ones

They live no more for aye,
How would the stroke blast every

That took the loved away

But quit thy sadness, O my heart !

Though half of earth has fied ;
Thy mother lives, and loves thee

Though number'd with the dead.
She thinks of thee, and thinks most,

Alone with God !

When bow'd before the throne,
And waits but few short, fleeting

To clasp thee still her own.

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