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Tie carnival of birds and flowers ?

The bridal of the earth and main ?

But objects of interest are without number I should like to see you like that, father," THE FROSTY DAY. on every side, as every lover of a frosty day said Ben gravely,

said Ben gravely, as they hastened on. knows well. And who that can does not “Me, my lad! More likely thee, if tlou THA THAT a blessing has the great Giver of enjoy a sharp frost with a clear sky and minul’st thy ways and strive to honour God, every good thing bestowed on man, in sparkling snow in the country? However for it's written in the Holy Book, Them

" the change of the seasons! It is a boon intense the cold, the spirits rise and a feeling that honour me I will honour, and they that worthy of Almighty goodness :

of delight springs up; and the young, the despise me shall be lightly esteemed.' Who'd

healthy, and the vigorous, long to be abroad. have thought, ten years ago, that I should “Who loves not spring's ecstatic hours,

There is, however, as in most earthly have got on and so well to do, and a pound or Yet, who would choose, however dear,

things, another side to the picture; and for so laid by for old age? I thank the good That spring should revel all the year?

the poor, the sick, and the aged, the bright Lord, who helped me up when I was sore “ Who loves not summer's splendid reign,

sharp cold, which is joy to some, brings cast down and crestfallen.”

much and various suffering. As regards "I wonder if the good Lord would ever Yet, who would choose, however bright,

these the frosty season should be made the make me mayor of my native town,” was A dog-day noon without a night?

occasion for higher enjoyment than that of the curious thought that flitted across the “ Who loves not autumn's joyous round,

mere outward pleasure. This enjoyment youth's mind. He blushed, and felt ashamed When corn, and wine, and oil abound? Yet, who would choose, however gay,

will be found in relieving the sufferings of of such presumption ; and some little voice A year of unrenew'd decay ?

the needy and the ailing, feeding the hungiy whispered within his heart, “ Ask Him to “Who lores not winter's awful forin,

and providing them with covering and make thee a Christian, and leave all the The sphere-born music of the storm ?

warmth ; and, while thus supplying their rest to his will." Earth's dreams seldom Yet, who would choose, how grand soever,

bodily wants, not forgetting to present to come to anything, but trust in God makes The shortest day to lust for ever?"

them the Bread of life for the soul, and the sure of a blessed heaven. And Ben worked On a pond, which I passed half an hour covering that hides it from condemnation- day by day. Nothing was to hard or too ago, were two or three groups of happy- the Saviour and his righteousuess-and the lowly for his willing hand, especially if

— hearted lads, young men, and others. Six Holy Spirit that gives it light, and warmth, his father wanted it done ; and his fellowor eighit boys were chasing one another over and love.

labourers liked him, and said he would make a long slide: one young man was, as it

a good master some day. seemed, making his first trial on skates, for

THE BEST PATRON:

In the evening he was allowed time for every time he stirred he showed fear, whirl

“Godlineas hath the promise of the life that now is,

his books; and while bis hand hardened with ing his arms about in the air to keep his and of that which is to come.”

lal:our, his mind expanded in intellectual balance : while another rejoicing in his supe

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TOW, Ben, thou 'rt going to work like a vigour. He was not particularly gifted by rior skill gained the admiration of the by

man. Be obedient and industrious, nature, but he strove, and persevered, and

, standers, by skating backwards, cutting the

. outside stroke, and forming the figure tread in his own honest steps.”

and let father see that his son is going to conquered difficulties.

So said a

Time passed ; the good father died, leaving eight. A young urchin had tied under good woman to her boy, as he t'irned out an hone-t name, and a modest business to one of his shoes a lump of ice as a skate ; | after his father to his day's work.

They took care of their aged and a few girls, and lesser boys, used a

The father was a labouring man, who had mother, and helped the younger members of smaller slide at the further end of the pond. earned his living by the sweat of his brow, the family. Beu's work was liked ; he was Winter has its pleasures; and being of a

and having given his son as much of educa- steady, punctual, and honourable in all his hardy kind, they brace the frame of the

tion as was then thought suitable to his ways. He saw many a procession to and body, and give a spring to the spirit.

position in life, called upon him to share his from that old town hall, and had a vote in The fields around are only partly covered daily toil, and earn a living by his side. He municipal elections, and in due time in with snow; and the broad patches of brown

had so far prospered in bis calling as to have borough and county elections too. Time blend well, in the distance, with the white

now two or three men occasionally in his pay, passed ; he had built many tine houses for colour which mostly prevails.

Neither sun

but he was always with them himself, his other people, and at last ventured on one for nor cloud, neither shine nor shadow, is to hand to the work, whatever it might be, and

himself. People wondered, but all who knew be seen above the horizon-all is gray. The carefully responsible for its being well done.

him said he deserved it well, for, amidst all wood scene is a striking one: the oaks, with

" Father, let's stand by and see him,” said his business engagements, he ever stood forreddish brown and yellow leaves, the elms, Ben, as they passed from one place of work ward as the uncompromising champion of the birch, and other trees sprayed, and the holly, to another, about ten o'clock one November truth of God, and the open-handed friend of with its red berries, and glossy green leaves, morning.

the poor and destitute. shining amidst the snow, powdered over with

Well, my son, just a minute; we ’ve no frost. The ditch and bank are not to be time to lose."

One morning the mayor's carriage swept despised with their dry wood, withered Immediately a handsome carriage and out- round the area that led to the town hall, as if foliage, reedy grass, sedge, and weeds of all rider's drew up to the great city hall, the

the beautiful horses were proud of their burkinds, overhung with straggling purple footmen jumped down, and a gentleman got den, for they bore one who had been a lowly coloured briars. In the midst are

out. He went up the steps of the hall, son of toil to the chair of chief magistrate in berless miniature caverns, holes, cracks, through an assembled crowd, amidst which his native town. A gentleman in the prime and crevices; safe and snug retreats for were many of the wealthiest and most influi- of life alighted, and with modest mien stood beetles, spiders, rats, mice and such “small

ential men of the town. All took off their for a moment where many years before, with deer” as make the wood their covert, and lie hats, and gave three cheers for the new admiring interest, he had watched a predesnug

in their warm and comfortable retreat, mayor; and the gentleman, bowing and cessor stand acknowledging the congratulawhile the wintry winds blow over them smiling, disappeared beneath the stately tions of his fellow-townsmen. Kind hands

harmlessly. portal.

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THE COTTAGER.

January 1st, 1861.

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new-made mayor, in whose features might home quite sober. Then she had no fear. for good. See how happy you can make still be traced those of the youthful labourer She would sit on his knee and prattle freely others, or how miserable. See how it rests in whose heart had whispered the voice which to him, and then bustle about getting his mainly with you, under God, whether your said, “ Ask God to make thee a Christian, supper ready, and the little pale face would own little ones should love you or fear you; and leave all the rest to him." In his obe- brighten up and look quite cheerful. And whether your presence should be a joyful dience to that suggestion lay the secret of then the father's heart would be softened, thing or a dreadful thing to them. O drink, after prosperity. It began in his humble and he would speak kindly to his little girl, drink! How many homes hast thou made home, by his little bedside, where he “sought and would seem even to be pleased with an

wretched ! How many hearts hast thou first the kingdom of God and his righteous- evening spent so. Alas ! such evenings came broken! How many souls hast thou ruined ! ness," and where he “ laid up in his heart” but seldom. She knew by his step as he Fatiers, beware of drink. Seek your pleathat holy word which had been "a lamp to came upstairs whether he was sober or not, sures and comforts in your homes, not at the his feet and a light to his path,” where he and every tread made her tremble, as he beer-shop. Consider how much you have to learned how to be a dutiful son, a kind bro- came slowly and heavily up.

answer for as fathers; how much the welfare ther, and an honest citizen. Aud now, with Thus passed the time of this poor little of those nearest to you depends on you. It increased and increasing influence and re- girl. She never went far from the court was not the poor, dark London room that sponsibility, he was elected to fill the highest where they lived. Most of her days were |

made the one little girl so sad. It was not office of the city, amidst the wealthy, the spent in that one room. Such was her daily the cheerful country home that made the learned, and even the royal, who occasionally life. And her chief feeling was fear-fear of other so happy. It was the father that made might grace his official mansion. Christian her father. Not that she did not love him. the chief difference. A good father would

. A principle had been a safe path to public She did love him dearly. But, when he have brightened up that dark room, and honour, as well a light to shine before came home as he mostly did, she could do made the tread on the stairs a loved and men,” in proof of the possession of Divine nothing but fear. How to escape him, and happy sound. A drinking father might have favour.

how not to provoke him, was all her thought turned that cheerful cottage into a home of then. Poor little girl !

misery and fear. God might have been

known and loved and worshipped in the poor One summer's evening another little girl, dark room quite as well as in the cottage THE TWO LITTLE GIRLS.

of about the same age as the first, stood lean- home. Yes! The difference to those two IN N a small room at the top of one of the ing over the gate of a cottage garden. She little girls was not in the place, but in the

houses in a poor court in London sat a was a bright and happy looking child; and father. The one child had an ungodly, drinklittle girl about ten years old. It was sum- now there was plainly something that made ing father, and led a life of sadness and fear; mer-time, and the sun was shining bright her more happy than usual. She looked first the other was blest with a sober father, who -,

| without; but within the room little comfort up

the lane and then down it, then went out- loved God, and she was cheerful and happy. was to be seen. The walls and ceiling were side the gate for a few steps and back again, O fathers, think of this. black with dirt and smoke, little light could then leant and looked again. At last she come through the dingy window-panes, and cried out, in a joyful tone, “ There he is! for furniture there was nothing but a table there he is !” and ran down the lane as and two broken chairs, and a heap or two of fast as her legs would carry her. And now straw in the corners of the room to sleep on. see her coming back. She is clinging to the

TRUST IN GOD AND DO THE RIGHT. The little girl was pale and thin. No rosy arm of a labouring man, who looks almost as

COURAGE, brother! do not stumble, cheeks were there, such as one looks to see happy as she does. He has had a hard day's

Though thy path is dark as night;
Her face looked too old for her work, but the sight of his little girl bas

There's a star to guide the humble-body, and seemed grave and sad beyond her freshened him up, for it is her father. You

* Trust in God and do the right.” years.

She was at work with her needle. would think by her joy that such a thing had Let the road be long and dreury, But she did not get on fast; for at every never happened before ; but it does happen

And its ending out of sight, sound on the stairs the little fingers would almost every day. Every day, as soon as

Foot it bravely-strong or weary,

“ Trust in God and do the right." the little girl has come from school, she takes stop, :und she would sit with an anxious face as if watching who would come. her stand at the gate to watch for " Father;" Perish policy and cunning,

Perish all that fears the light; plain that she was expecting some one, and every day, at about the same time, “Father"

Whether losing, whether winoing, some one of whom she was afraid. Fear was comes home from work, and every day there

“Trust in God and do the right.” written on those wan little features, and is the same happy meeting. For he is a good

.

Trust no party, church, or faction, every step on the stairs made it more plain father, and loves his little girl; and she loves

Trust no leaders in the fight;
to read.
him. He is no drunkard. Home is the place

But in every word and action
Who was coming ? Her father, her own for him, when work is done—not the public-

“Trust in God and do the right.” father, her only parent, for her mother was house. And a happy home it is. There is

Trust no forms of guilty passion, dead long ago. She had no brothers or no fuur there ; but love, and peace, and

Fiends can look like angels bright;

Trust no custom, school, or fashion, comfort. The best peace of all is there the sisters,—that poor lone little girl; she lived

“ Trust in God and do the right.”

For the father is a Godall alone with her father, and he was-do you guess what he was ?-a drunkard. He fearing man, a true Christian ; and he has Some will hate thee, some will love thee,

Some will Hatter, some will slight; was not unkind to her when he was sober, taught his child to love Jesus, and does his

Cease from man, and look above theefor he had a sort of love for his little mother- best every day to lead her on in the right

“Trust in God and do the right.”
less child; but when he was in drink-as he way. . And so they live. Happy father!

Simple rule and safest guiding,
Happy child! Happy home!
was more often than not-then she had a

Inward peace and inward light;
hard time of it. Oh ! how happy she was

Star upon our path abiding-when, once now and then, he would come Fathers, see what you can do for evil or

" TRUST IN GOD AND DO 1112 BION."

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