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houses where it is conducted with Many are so situated that there life and feeling, it has often proved are great difficulties in the way of a converting ordinance. A few years regularity, more especially in the ago, a gentleman visited a city, and morning; but where there is a will spent some days with a pious friend. there is a way. Let all do the best He was a man of talent and accom- their circumstances allow, and the plishments, but an infidel. Four blessing will rest upon them. years afterwards, he returned to the

P. P. same house - a Christian. They wondered at the change, but little

MAKE YOUR WILL. suspected when and where it had originated. He told them that when THERE is somewhat suggested by a he was present at their family wor- Will, which leads most men to delay ship, on the first evening of his the making of it. They know that former visit, and when, after the it is foolish to do so, and that it may chapter was read, they all knelt down prove very injurious to those they to pray — the recollection of such love, and leave behind, and yet they scenes in his father's house, long put it off from time to time, till time years ago, rushed in on his memory, be no more to them, and die without! so that he did not hear a single To those who resolve to set about word. But the occurrence made him it, we would present some suggesthink, and his thoughtfulness ended tions from Lord St. Leonards, the in his leaving the howling wilder- great lawyer, who lately issued a ness of infidelity, and finding rest in "Hand-Book on Property Law," salvation by Jesus Christ.

full of good sense and practical utility. We might enumerate many like We quote a few paragraphs from his instances. Many servants have been advice on making a will. awakened through family worship. “Before making your will, there Children have often heard those are many questions which you should truths, which, when the Spirit ask yourself. Is it probable that I brought them to remembrance in shall be much in debt at after days—perhaps in days of folly Are there charges on my estate and profligacy, and when far from which must be provided for on my their Father's house have sent home death? What is the nature of my the prodigal. It is not only of property? Is any part of it already Zion's solemn assemblies, but of settled, or agreed to be settled, on my Jacob's humble dwellings—the little family? Have I charged portions fireside sanctuaries—" that the Lord on any part of it for my children ? shall count when He writeth upon What advancements have I already the people, This man

was born made for them? Is my wife dowthere." We would ask of every able for any part of it ? Christian : “In your house there “ I am somewhat unwilling to give have been, perhaps, several immortal you any instructions for making spirits born in the world. Have your will, without the assistance of there been any born again ?"

your professional adviser; and I

my decease?




would particularly warn you against the use of printed forms, which have misled many men. They are as dangerous as the country schoolmaster, or the vestry clerk. It is quite shocking to reflect upon the litigation which has been occasioned by men making their own wills, or employing incompetent persons to do so. To save a few guineas in their life-time, men leave behind them a will which may cost hundreds of pounds to have expounded by the Courts before the various claimants will desist from litigation. Looking at this as a simple money transaction, lawyers might well be in despair if every man's will were prepared by a competent person. To put off making your will, until the hand of death is upon you, evinces either cowardice, or a shameful neglect of your temporal concerns. Lest, however, such a moment should arrive, I must arm you in some measure against it.”

Here also are cautions of great wisdom and tenderness :

“No hatred is more intense than that which arises in a man's family after his death, where, under his will, the rights of each member of it are not separate and strictly defined. None is more afflicting or degrading to our common nature. We weep over the loss of our relative, and we quarrel over the division of his property! Be careful not to make an unwise or ill-considered disposition, particularly of your residue, upon which the contest generally arises. As you love your family—pity them -throw not the apple of discord amongst them.

If you leave to every one separately what you de

sire each to have, and give nothing amongst them all which requires division, and therefore selection and choice, peace and good-will will continue to reign amongst them.

“Still further : in disposing of your residue, neither overrate nor underrate its value. It is a duty which you owe to yourself, and to those who are to succeed you, carefully to ascertain the value of your property. I know an instance of a person who succeeded to a great estate, simply by declining a particular legacy in common with the general legatees—the mere gift of the residue would satisfy him - he begged the testator would not consjeder him until every other claim was satisfied! The residue greatly exceeded in value the aggregate amount of all the legacies !"

The making of a will, as a moral act, may be rendered very beneficial. The very sight of it is a solemn monitor! Its voice is, “You are only a steward: mind your accounts. You are only a tenant, and a tenantat-will! Be, therefore, ready any moment for a notice to quit!”




A LITTLE child knelt near the broken lattice. Casting a glance at the sleeping form of her father, she clapsed her wan hands, and murmured :

“O God, make father leave his evil ways—make him my own dear father once again! Make mother's sad looks go away, and make her

old smile come back; but thy will be done.”

Just then the mother entered the room, and taking her husband by the arm she said :

“ Hearken to Minnie; she is praying."

"O God, make father love me as once he did; and make him forsake his bad ways !" murmured the little one again.

“0, Paul-husband !” cried the mother; " by our past joys and sorrows, by our marriage vows, our wedded love, blight not the life of our little one! O, let us all be happy again !"

The conscience-stricken man bowed his head and wept. Then, clasping his hands, he said :

“With God's help, you will never be made to sorrow on my account again." And he kept his vow.

This sore evil arises from the flood of books of every description which overspreads the earth. Luther apprehended it in his time, and desired that every line he had written might perish rather than turn attention from the Sacred Scriptures. There are still, however, noble examples. At the late anniversary of the Vermont Sabbath School Society a very wonderful instance was mentioned. There is a man in that State, now ninety years old, who in fifty years read the Bible through sixty-six times. After that, in nine years and three months, he read the whole Bible through eighty-six times, making the whole number of times which he has read the whole Scriptures one hundred and fifty-two! And he says he finds something new every time he reads the blessed book. This aged Christian united with the Sabbath school when he was sixty-eight years of age, and has attended ever since.

It may be safely inferred that this good man read very little besides; and there can be no doubt that he found the Sacred Books sufficient for every religious object. There may, however, be an extreme in this matter, but all the peril lies in the opposite direction.

A UNIVERSAL DANGER. Never since the world began, was there so large a number of copies of the Word of God in it; and never, perhaps, in proportion to the number, was there so little Bible study, just because there was never so much temptation to the neglect of it.

The Sunday School.

THE DYING CHILD. A LITTLE daughter, ten years old, hearted, pious child. How could she lay on her death-bed. It was hard be given up! Between this child and parting with the pet flower of the her father there had always existed, household. The golden hair, the not a relationship merely, but the loving blue eyes, the bird-like voice, love of congenial natures. He fell the truthful, affectionate, large- on his knees by his darling's bedside,

up to me, and began to kiss me, and call me by name. I can't remember what it was, but it meant, ‘Beloved, for the father's sake!"."

She looked upwards, her eyes dreamy, her voice died into a whisper, “Yes, I come! I come !" and the lovely form lay there untenanted of the lovelier spirit.

John Lee arose from his knees with a triumph on his face. “Thank God,” said he, “I am richer by another treasure in heaven !"


and wept bitter tears. He strove to say, but could not, “ Thy will be done!” It was a conflict between grace and nature, such as he had never before experienced. His sobs disturbed the child, who had been lying apparently unconscious. She opened her eyes and looked distressed.

Papa, dear papa,” said she at length.

What, my darling ?” answered her father striving for composure.

“Papa,” she asked, in faint, broken tones, “how much-do I cost. you—every year ?".

“Hush, dear, be quiet !” he replied in great agitation, for he feared delirium was coming on.

“But, please-papa, how much do I cost you ?”

To soothe her, he replied, though with a shaking voice,

“Well, dearest, perhaps two hundred dollars. What then, darling ?”

“Because, papa, I thought-may be--you would lay it out this year -in Bibles—for poor children—to remember me by.”

With what delicate instinct had the dying child touched springs of 'comfort. A beam of heavenly joy glanced in the father's heart, the bliss of one noble loving spirit mingled with its like. Self was forgotten -the sorrow of parting, the lonely future. Nought remained but the mission of love, and a thrill of gratitude that in it he and his beloved were co-workers.

“I will, my precious child," he replied, kissing the brow with solemn tenderness.

“Yes,” he added, after a pause, “I will do it every year as long as I live. And thus my Lilian shall yet speak, and draw hundreds and thousands after her to heaven.'

The child's very soul beamed in a long loving smile-gaze into her father's eyes; and, still gazing, she fell asleep. Waking in a few minutes, she spoke in a loud clear voice, and with a look of ecstacy:

“O, papa, what a sweet sight ! The golden gates were opened, and crowds of children came pouring out. O such crowds! And they ran


THE SINGING STUDENT BOY. MANY years ago, a student boy was seen and heard in the streets of an ancient town, singing. He was a stout, plainly-dressed boy, but his face was pale, and his eyes were sad and tearful. His voice was most musical, and the songs he sang were in beautiful words, and about sacred things. Every time he finished a song, he stepped to the door of a house, and gave a gentle tap. When it was opened, he said, in gentle tones:

“Please give a poor student boy a morsel of bread.”

· Begone with thee! thou beggarchild," was the rough reply that met his ear as the poor child shrank from the


Thus driven from door to door, he sang his sweet songs until his body was weary,

and his

heart sad. Scarcely able to stand, he at last turned his steps homeward. Striking his noble forehead with his hand, he

“I must go home to my father's house, and be content to live by the sweat of my brow. Providence has no loftier destiny for me. I have trodden out its paths by aiming higher."

Just at that moment, Ursula Cotta, a burgher's wife, who had heard his songs, and seen him driven from a neighbour's door, felt her heart yearn with pity towards the helpless boy. She opened her door, beckoned to the young singer, smiled sweetly upon him, and in tones that sounded like heavenly melodies to his ears, said:

said :


“Come in, poor boy, and refresh thyself at my table.”

Happy the little singer. How he enjoyed the delicious meal. And when the good dame and her husband told him to make their house his future home, his heart melted. With eyes half blinded with tears, he looked in the face of his friends, and said:

"I shall now pursue my studies without being obliged to beg my bread from grudging

hands. I shall have you, Sir, for a father, and you, sweet Ursula, for a mother. My heart will once more learn to love. I shall be happier than I can express.”

After that day, the singing-boy studied hard and well. Years afterwards the world heard of him, for it was he who uttered his voice against Popery, and became the chief of that Reformation which gave an open Bible to the world. His name was MARTIN LUTHER.

Courage, then, poor boy! You may be friendless and unknown today-you may have to plod through trials and toils, uncheered by the smiles of even a sweet Ursula. But never mind. Plod away. Stick to study and duty. God cares for you. He has a work for you to do, and if you are faithful and true, He will, in due season, put you in your proper place. Toil on.

which she did not like. Out flasbed the angry fires from her large black eyes, as she pouted her lips until they looked twice their proper size. Her brother, who was full of goodnature, laughed and said:

“Look out, Jeannie, or I'll take a seat up there on your lip.”.

This funny remark fell like sunshine Jeannie's heart, and changed her pouts into a smile at once. With a sly glance at her brother, she replied :

“ Then I'll laugh, and you will fall off.”

Thus Johnny's soft answer turned Jeannie's wrath into good humour. Had he pouted and spoken back, both of them would have been made unhappy. I hope the boys will all speak kindly when their sisters pout; and I hope, too, that all the girls will leave off pouting, Pouting spoils their good looks, and makes them ugly in the sight of God and man.

A POLITE BOY. The other day we were riding in a railway carriage. At one of the stations an old gentleman entered, and was looking around him for a seat, when a lad ten or twelve years of age rose up and said, “Take my seat, Sir.” The offer was accepted, and the infirm old man sat down. “Why did you give me your seat ?" he inquired of the boy. “ Because you are old, Sir, and I am a boy," was the quick reply. sengers were very much pleased and gratified. For my part I wanted to seize hold of the little fellow and press him to my bosom. It was a respect for age, which is always praiseworthy.

The pas

POUTING JEANNIE. JEANNIE and John were brother and sister. Jeannie had a temper which was apt to fire up like a lucifermatch when things didn't please her. At such times she pouted her lips, until they looked as if they had been stung by a musquito.

One day John did something

The Fragment Basket.

THE MIRROR. It never does, it cannot tell an untruth. It would not deceive you. Your best interests are too much in

its tender care. O how defective the character, viewed in this invaluable mirror-the mirror of God's Word. Nevertheless, shrink not

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