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LIGHT AND LOVE

FOR THE

NURSERY GROUP.



In books, or work, or healthful play,

Let my first years be past;
That I may give, for every day,

Some good account at last.



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LIGHT AND LOVE

FOR THE

NURSERY GROUP.

“ Where sisters dwell and brothers meet,
Quarrels should never come.”— Watts.

PHILADELPHIA :
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,
No. 146 Cuxestnut STREET.
New Yorx, Wo. 147 Nassau Street.....Boston, No. 9 Cornhill. F

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Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1851, by the
AMERICAN SUNDAY-SCHOOL UNION,

in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of
Pennsylvania.



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4 No books are published by the AmeRIcan SUNDAY-scnoot UNION
without the sanction of the Committee of Publication, consisting of
fourteen members, from the following denominations of Christians, viz.
Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Re-
formed Dutch. Not more than three of the members can be of the
same denomination, and no book can be published to which any mem-
ber of the Committee shall object.

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Does God see me always?..........cssescesscsscreenes 67
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The Little Child’s First Lesson on Death............ 75
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Do you Love your Best Friend?........... Msadinbrdizes 91
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NURSERY GROUP.

THE GREAT TOYSHOP.

OSX. YY HERE are few sights
y that will turn a lit-
tle brain, or at least
put a little tongue in
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A a well-stocked toy-

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A) tive in cities, and
who are used to seeing such places
every day, the interest they excite

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14 THE GREAT TOYSHOP,



soon passes away, but country boys
and girls who have not outgrown the
age for toys are bewildered with
wonder and joy when they are first
introduced to one of these store-
houses of juvenile goods.

In some parts of the world it is
not unusual to meet with a travel-
ling toy-shop. Some curious dealer

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packs up a few boxes, or a chest or

two of trumpets, drums and fiddles,
with tin horses and wagons ;. a sup-
ply of Noah’s arks, boxes of bats
and balls, graces, marbles, ten-pins,
blocks for houses, with all the peo-
ple and trees and fences made to
match, and no one knows how many
other articles of like value. Then
taking the burden on his back, or

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dividing it between his arms, he
travels up and down. the country,
unlading his wares wherever he
finds a group of customers, and in
a sort of tent, with a temporary
counter, displaying his goods and
inviting purchasers. Such occasions
are not soon forgotten, and if no
pence are foolishly spent, it is not
because there is nothing to buy with
them. | |

Those on whose heads gray hairs
have begun to show themselves
sometimes laugh at the worthless
trumpery, as they call it, which
children gladly bring from a toy-
shop; but may it not be doubted -
whether, if they could rightly esti-
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16 THE GREAT TOYSHOP.



endeavours of their elders, the langh
might not more properly be on their
side? ©

“What gilded bauble did a child’s
little hand ever grasp more worth-
less in itself, or less intrinsically
valuable to its possessor, than’ hu-
man applause? How often has it
been bestowed on the most un-
worthy, and withheld from the most
deserving? Where it has been fairly
won, it is often delayed till it ceases
to be desirable; and who does not
know, that those who have enjoyed

the largest share of it have found

it to be but.a “puff of empty air?”
The same may be said of the-glory
of heroes and conquerors. The
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THE GREAT TOYSHOP. 17



attained by any human being, was
so far from satisfying his heart, that,
like a little child who cries because
his hands are so full of toys that he
cannot hold another, he wept because
there was not some other world for
him to conquer. | vate
The onlyvictory whichit would have
ennobled and really glorified him to
obtain, was the victory over himself,
and this he never even attempted!
It may be worth while for us to
ask ourselves, sometimes, whether
the objects we are seeking are really
worth the pains we take to secure
them; or whether they are not so brief
in their existence, and.so unsatisfy-
ing in their nature, asto make it both
a folly and a sin to pursue them.









THE CHILD’S OFFERING.



“ The child Samuel ministered unto the Lord.”—1 Sam. iii. 1.

A FAIR young child went wandering out
- One beautiful day in June;
Flirting with bees that were humming about,
Kissing red buds with a rival pout,
And mocking the cuckoo’s tune.

For a moment his tiny hand was lost
Mid rushes that fringed the stream;
Then it came forth, and white lilies were toss’d
After the golden perch, that cross’d
In the flash of the noontide beam.

He loiter’d along in the dusky shade
Where spicy cones were spread ;
He gather’d them up, till a pet lamb stray’d — | |
To nibble the sward, then down he laid,
Hugging its innocent head. )
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A pair of glittering wings went by,
And the child flew after the moth ;
Till a fluttering nestling caught his eye,
And he chased the bird, but he gave no sigh
When he saw he had lost them both.

He found himself in a dazzling place,
Where Flora had been crown’d;

Where perfume, colour, light and grace,

Pure as the flush on his own young face,
Were flung over bower and mound.

At last the child was seen to pass,
With one sweet opening rose,
And a blade ofthe white-stricken ribbon grass’
The beautiful things in the gorgeous mass
That his untaught spirit chose.

He rambled on through another gay hour,
With a young heart’s revelling mirth ;

But he still preserved the grass and the flower,

As though they formed the richest dower.

That he could inherit from earth.
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Over'the green hill he slowly crept,
Guarding the rose from ill;

He loll’d on the bank of a meadow and slept,

Then he hunted a squirrel, but jealously kept
The rose and the ribbon leaf still.

He stroll’d to the sea-beach, bleak and bare,
And climb’d up a jetting spot ;
And the child was wooing his idols there,
Nursing the flower and grass with care,
All else in the world forgot.

Like a vast triumphal ear ;
The child look’d up as-it thicken’d on high,
And watch’d its thundering storm-wheels fly
Through the blue arch fast and far.

He knelt with the trophies he held so dear,
And his beaming head was bow’d;

As he murmur’d with mingled trust and fear,

‘‘T’ll twine them together and leave them here,
For the God who made that cloud.”





THE CHILDS OFFERING.



Worshipping child, thou wert doing then”
What all below should do;

We hear it taught by the prophet men,

We see it traced by the prophet’s pen,
By the holy, the wise, the true.

And we must lay down the flowers we bear,
Held close in our doting pride ;

We must be ready to willingly spare,

On life’s altar-rock, the things most fair—
And loved beyond all beside.

Worshipping child! may the tempest hour
Find me with my spirit so-bow’d!

As thou didst give the grass and the flower,

May I yield what I love best to the Power
Of Him who makes the cloud.





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MORNING.

Child.—Tur sun shines, and I
must not lie in bed now that it is
light. Last night, when I shut my
eyes, it was dark. I could not see
the sun then. Where has the sun
been gone, dear mother ?

Mother.—The sun has not gone
anywhere, my dear. The sun does
not move. It is the world—the
great round globe on which we live—
that moves. The part of the world
in which we live turned away from
the sun last night, and while you and
I were asleep, it was turning back to
the sun; and now it is day again.

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This is one of the great works of
God. You cannot see God, who
made the day and the night, -but
you must not forget him; for the
sun, as it shines through your win-
dow every morning, should make you
think of God.

We all love to see the day. The
little birds, which have been sleep-
ing all night long, with their heads
under their wings, are now awake,
and are singing their morning song
in the trees, hopping with joy from
bough to bough.

The flowers, which shut up their
pretty leaves when night came on,
open them again to the light of the
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from their hives, and are flying from
flower to flower, humming as they
go to gather honey this fine day.

€.—Then, mother, if the birds
and flowers and bees are all awake,
I will get up too, and thank God for
letting me see the light of day once
more.







MORNING HYMN.

Ir is morning again; I am wash’d, and am
dress’d,
And breakfast is ready for me;
I have had a sound sleep, and a quiet night’s
rest;
How happy and good I should be.

Who cared for you, darling, all through the dark
night,
When no father or mother was by?
Who watch’d you, and kept you from harm, till
twas light,
And the sun shone once more in the sky?

It was God, my dear mother, took care of your
child:
I hope not to grieve him to-day ;
I will try to be good, to be gentle and mild,
And mind every word that you say.
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And please, my dear mother, to teach me the
way
To thank God both morning and night?
Don’t you think he would hear what a child
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THE SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE
CHICK.

Ir would not be easy to tell by
how many very beautiful and im-
pressive lessons the duty of filial
obedience has been enjoined upon
the young. Stories, true and fabu-
lous, in prose and poetry, and with
all the beauty and force of pictures,
have been employed for the pur-
pose. All this would lead us to
think that disobedience is a com-
mon and very dangerous sin.

An apt illustration is given in
the sad history of a self-conceited
little chick. We all know how very

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30 SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE CHICK.



dependent such a little creature 18
upon the care and oversight of its
mother. To be gathered under the
protection of any one, as a hen
gathers her brood under her wings,
expresses the most perfect idea of
security.*

A little chick, possessing great
confidence in its own wisdom, was
disposed to venture far away where
even the “cluck” of the faithful
and watchful old hen would not be
heard.

It was in vain to warn it of pos-
sible danger from thoughtless boys,
from prowling cats, and voracious
hawks; all his reply was, “If he
comes, my legs will soon bring me

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SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE CHICK. 31



beneath your sheltering wings.’’
Pleased with its liberty, and at-
tracted by many new and pretty
objects, it threaded its way along
through brake and brier, shade and
sunshine, till it found itself all alone
in a wide and beautiful plain.

It was just about to break forth
into a peep of joy, when a rushing
sound was heard above its head!
Frightened by the suddenness of
the danger, it looked around for pro-
tection; but, alas! there was none.

And when it thought at home to sup,
Down came a hawk, and gobbled it up.

Without claiming any particular
novelty in the story or poetical merit
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82 SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE CHICK.



the sentiment they would convey as
of very great importance.

To be impatient of home-re-
straints, or to slight the whole-
some counsel and faithful oversight
of a father or mother, is indica-
tive of a wrong state of both mind
and heart; and it would be easy to
show, by many sad examples in
real life, that some of the most bold
and reckless offenders against hu-
man and divine laws have com-
menced their course by despising
a father or a mother, and forsaking
the home of happy childhood.

God says, “ Honour thy father and
thy mother, that thy days may be long
upon the land which the Lord thy God
gweth thee.”





DIALOGUE BETWEEN A LITTLE BOY
AND HIS CONSCIENCE.

Little Child.
Now mother’s not here, and nurse is away,
I will run on the grass for a few minutes’ play;
I’m sure it can’t hurt me this fine sunny day.

Conscience.
“Oh no, do not go, though your wish may be
strong ;
Your mother forbade it, and to go would be
wrong.”

Little Child.
These flowers I pluck’d in the garden just now,
Were not mine. HowI wish that I had not
done so! |
Shall I throw them away? and then no one

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Conscience.
“Oh no! Go at once and own what you have
done,
For why should you make two sad faults out
of one?”

Little Child.
I won’t lend my toys to my sister to-day ;
No, I cannot indeed; I will take them away;
I want them myself, I am going to play.

Conscience.
“But will that be kind? Should I like her to be
One day just as cross, and as selfish to me?”

Little Child.
Ah, this is the voice of my Conscience, I know;
I must listen, for fear it should soon speak so
low,

That perhaps I sha’n’t hear it, and sad would

it be,
If my Conscience should. quite leave off speak-

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EVENING.

C.—I have had my supper of good
bread and new milk, dear mother,
and now may I warm my hands
and feet by this bright fire before I
go to bed?

~M—Yes, dear: and think how
kind God is, to give you a good fire,
a nice supper, and a warm bed,
this cold night. You are tired and
sleepy, and will be glad to lay your
head on the soft pillow. Your mo-
ther will cover you with the sheets
and warm blankets. The rain beats
against the window, and the wind





86 EVENING.



howls amongst the trees; but you
will not feel the cold wind as you
lie in your snug little bed.

I am thinking of a poor boy who
came to the door to-day, and asked
me for something to eat. He had
pale thin cheeks, and his clothes
were old and torn. He was very
tired, for he had been all day in
the streets, and he was cold and
wet. The house where he lives is
in a dark yard, and in the room
where his mother is sitting there is
no fire. He goes up to the place,
and puts out his hands to feel if
there is any warmth left; but no,
the fire is all out; and his mother
can buy no more fuel.

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am very hungry; where 1s my sup-
per?” His mother looks sadly at
him, and says, ‘‘ All the bread that
I have left is on that plate, my dear,
and you had the last potato for
dinner to-day. Your little brother
and sister went to bed hungry; they
had each a little piece of bread like
that. Eat it, dear; I wish I had more
for you.”

Poor little boy, he cannot help
crying, when he hears this. His |
scanty supper is soon eaten, and he
goes to bed. I wish I could show
you the bed where he sleeps. In
the corner of the room is a heap of
straw, covered with an old rug.
There are no blankets and no sheets
there. On such a bed as this will .

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the poor boy lie down to-night. Ilove ||
to come and tuck up my dear little
boy in his warm blanket; and how
sad I feel when I think of that poor
boy’s mother, who hears him say, as
he lies down, “Oh! I am very cold
and very hungry.” She lays her tat-

tered shawl and some old clothes over
him, and tries to make him warm;
but the wind blows in at a broken
window, and it is some time before
the little tired child can go to sleep.

Let us not forget to thank God for
our warm house and beds to-night,
and do all we can for the poor and
suffering; and now good-night, dear, |
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EVENING. |

BED-TIME 1s nearly here, mamma,
My eyes are tired quite,

And now to you, and dear papa,
I come to say, ‘‘ Good-night.”’

I’m going to my nice soft bed,
My nursery snug and warm,

Where no cold wind can reach my head,
Nor rain, nor snow, nor storm.

You tell me it is God, mamma,
Who gives me clothes and food,

Gave me both you and dear papa,
Who are so kind and good.

I ought to thank God every night,
And try to love him too,



. 40 EVENING.



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And never cry, nor pout, nor fight,
And grieve papa and you.





And now good-night, my dear mamma,

May God take care of you,
And baby, and my dear papa,
And little Willie too.












THE ORPHAN.

I aM a poor, sad, orphan child,

Father and mother both are dead;
The cold and hunger drive me wild,

My clothes are rags—I have no bread.
Oh, ye who rich and happy are,

And bless’d with every earthly good,
Give me, I pray, some clothes to wear,

And spare a little wholesome food.

It is not by any means a rare
thing to meet a discontented person.
Few indeed are so well satisfied as
not to wish at times, that they
could exchange conditions with some
other persons. The Bible contains
one passage, very brief, but full |

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44 THE ORPHAN.



of meaning, which seems to limit
our hearts to a very small measure,
“ And having food and raiment, let
us be therewith content.”

That there are many things very
good and desirable in themselves,
and very proper for us to have and
enjoy, no one will deny; but the
greater part of our wants, and those,
too, which give us most uneasiness,
relate to things that we are quite as
well, and perhaps far better, with-
out.

It is difficult for those who have
an abundance of food and raiment
to conceive of such a thing as abso-
lute want. They cannot be con-
vinced that the crust of bread, which
they reject as unfit to be eaten,





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THE ORPHAN. 45



would be a luxury to some starving
child, and that the garments in
which they would be ashamed to
appear at school would be esteemed,
by many a neglected wanderer, a
princely wardrobe.

In our happy country, pinching
want would seem to be quite out
of place, and it is probably very
rare that any person, young or
old, is unprovided with food and
raiment, unless through some wil-
ful neglect, or sinful improvidence.
We have an abundance of all those
things which are needful to the
comfort and support of life.

But these good gifts are not
equally distributed. Some overflow
with blessings. They have more







46 THE ORPHAN.



than heart can wish, while others
are depressed by disappointment,
and burdened with care and anxiety.

One great duty of life is to use
these gifts which a kind Providence
so profusely bestows on us, in such
a way as to make others partakers
of our enjoyment. If we have
means beyond the supply of our own
wants, we can always find some who
deserve our sympathy and will be
grateful for it.

Let it be our pleasure to search
them out, and double the value of
every gift by sharing it with others.

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THE CHILD AND THE ROSE-BUD.

OnLy look at the rosebud, dear mother, I’ve
brought
From my own little garden to-day ;
When I pluck’d it this morning, how little I
thought
That so soon it would wither away.

Will it never look pretty and bright any more?
To lift up its poor head I will try,

For I thought it the sweetest that ever I saw,—
Pretty rosebud! Oh, why did you die? |

I think, if the rosebud could speak, it would say,
“Though now you are healthy and strong
As I was this morning, so fresh and so gay,

Little child, you must die before long!
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48 CHILD AND THE ROSE-BUD.



When my leaves are quite dead you will throw
me away,
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But your soul will live, though your body decay,
In eternal enjoyment or pain.”

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THE LITTLE BOY AND HIS
CONSCIENCE.

One fine day in summer, a little
boy: was playing all alone in his
father’s garden. The flowers had
opened their bright leaves to the
sun, and the birds were singing in
the trees. It was a very pretty
garden. :

Many a little boy, whose home
is in a close, narrow street, in a
large town, would have been glad
to be allowed to walk in that gar-
den, only to look at the gay flowers,
to hear the song of the merry birds,
and to watch the busy bee, as it

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sipped, first one sweet flower and
then another, till its bag was full
of honey, and then flew away to put
its treasure safe into the hive.

The little boy was not quite happy
even in this pretty garden, for in-
stead of playing with the rake. and
spade which his kind father had
given him, he was standing still
looking at something. What do
you think it was? It was not at
the blue sky. It was not at the
honey-bee. It was not at the bird
building its nest in the old tree.
It was not at the pretty rose. No,
he was looking at a bush which
grew in the garden: its branches
were full of fruit, and such bright,
red fruit! So the little boy thought,

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(for he had seen it when it was
green, and watched it turn from
green to red,) how good the cur-
rants must be, now that they looked
quite ripe. He went up to the bush
and touched the fruit. He stopped
a minute, for he felt something in
his heart which told him he was
doing wrong. It was like a voice
speaking to him. It was his con-
science. Would you like to hear
how this little child talked to his
conscience? I will tell you. Con-
science said, ‘“‘Oh, do not touch that
fruit, it is not your’s.” The little
boy said, “But why? My mother
gave me some the other day, and
if she were here now, I think she
would give me a bunch.” Then

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conscience said again, “It is not
your’s, wait till your mother comes.”
But the little boy said, “Oh, no, I
cannot wait. I think I must pluck
some.” So he put out his hand.
Ah! what made the little boy start
then? He thought he heard a step.
But, no, it was only the bird which
was building its nest in the old pear
tree. Again conscience tried to be
heard—‘‘ What made you start if
you do not think you are doing
wrong? Oh, come away.” Then
the little boy waited a minute, and ||
felt almost inclined to go from the
bush, but he turned to look at the
ripe currants once more, and they
looked, to him, brighter and nicer

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science said; but this time it did
not speak quite so loud, and the
little boy would hear no more of
what conscience had to say, but
gathered the fruit and ate it! It
was much easier to pluck the second
bunch than it was the first, and
soon he had eaten a great many.
While he was eating, he heard his
brother call him. Why was he
| afraid of that little voice? Why
' did he blush, and seem so ashamed,
when the little boy came up to him
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cause he knew he had been doing
wrong; and when we have done
‘|| Wrong, we are afraid of very little -
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64 LITTLE BoY AND HIS CONSCIENCE.



Well, it was of no use for him to
try to play with his brothers and sis-
ters. The day was clear and bright,
and the kite flew well in the brisk
wind, but the little boy had a heavy
heart; he tried to forget the naughty
thing he had just done, but he could
think of nothing but the currant-
bush in the garden, and the sad,
grave words of conscience came
again and again to him, ‘You are a
thief.’ What did he do? He list-
ened to his conscience again, which
said, “Go and tell your mother, and
own your fault to God, and ask him
to forgive you.”

Tt was not until conscience had
pushed the little boy very hard,
that he would go; and when at

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last he went, it was not with the
quick, light step, with which he
used to run to his dear mother, but
very slowly and sadly. His eyes
were cast down, his heart was full
of shame and grief, and when his
mother looked cheerfully and kindly
at him, as he went into her room,
he felt again, “Oh, I cannot tell
her.” But conscience would not
give it up, and at length he told
her all,—told her, in a low, broken
voice, with the tears running down
his cheeks, how naughty he had
been; how he had stood by the
currant-bush, and how he had
plucked and eaten the fruit. His
mother talked kindly, but sorrow-
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56 LITTLE BOY AND HIS CONSCIENCE.



erieved for her little boy’s sin, and
they both kneeled down and asked
Jesus to forgive him; and when he
had prayed he felt a little happier,
but not so light and happy as if he
had not done that naughty thing.

The sight of that currant-bush
often made him think of his sin,
but it taught him two good things,
which, I hope, he will never forget ;
one was, that when he wanted to
hide any thing, he might be sure it
was wrong; and another thing it
taught him was this, that sin 1s
sure to make sorrow. Not the
brightest day, nor the prettiest toy,
nor the merriest play can make
that heart light and joyful, in
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THE HIDDEN FAULT.
THE sun is shining brightly,
The flowers are looking gay,
How merrily and lightly
My brothers are at play.
| And why am I not playing,
With heart as gay and free ?
What does this voice keep saying
So constantly to me?
It is my conscience speaking—
I cannot go to play—
It says, “‘ Why are you seeking
To hide your fault to-day ?”
Tn listen to its warning,
To my mother I will run,.





When I was all alone.

And then I'll go to Jesus,
He says that children may ;
With love the Saviour bids us
To him for pardon pray.



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THE SHEPHERD.

Tuere are few employments more
favourable to meditative habits and
less exposed to temptations than
that of a shepherd. In our country
nothing is known of such flocks and
herds as constituted the chief wealth
of eastern patriarchs. And hence
many of the most beautiful and
striking allusions to them, which
we find in the Scriptures, lose much
of their force. .

In some of the countries of the old
world, many of the customs of pas-
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are still found whose days are all
spent in the care of flocks.

Many of the most striking illus-
trations of humble piety have been
drawn from the ranks of shepherds,
and the occupation is dignified, by
that memorable discourse of our
blessed Saviour, recorded in the
tenth chapter of the gospel by John,
in which he speaks of himself as a
good shepherd, and describes in the
most simple and beautiful language,
his own offices as the Redeemer,
Preserver, and Sanctifier of his peo-
ple, and the tokens and privileges
of those related to him. To be of
his fold is the highest and most
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JESUS, THE BEST FRIEND.

You once were a baby, so helpless and weak,

You could not then run, as you now do, nor
speak ;

But your mother watch’d o’er you, and taught
you the way

To talk, and to walk, and to run, and to play.

A kind friend is mother, but a kinder than she

Is Jesus your Saviour, whom you cannot see.

- How often, when ill, you’ve been fretful and

cried,
And father and mother to soothe you have tried:
They have watch’d you and tended you all the

night long,
And never were tired, their love-was so strong;
But the love of your Saviour is greater by far,
Than that of the kindest papa and mamma.

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You love them, you say, for their kindness and
care,

But, dear little child, have you no love to spare

For Jesus your Saviour, who came from
above

Into this world of sin, out of pity and love;

Who was nail’d to the cross, who was laid in
the grave,

That even such children as you he might save?

Oh, how good is my Saviour. And can it
then be |

That he really has died on the cross to save me /

How sad ’tis to think I have loved him no more,

For I never have heard of such kindness before ;

Oh, great as I know is the love of mamma,

I see that of Jesus is greater by far.





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I wisn, my dear, you would think
that God sees you at all times. If
you had thought of this to-day, you
would have stopped before you said
those cross words to your little bro-
ther. God’s eye is on you at all

| times, and he can hear all you say;

he knows all that is in your heart,
and he can tell all you think.

} You have heard the history of

Adam and Eve. When they plucked

the fruit, they forgot that God could

see them, because they could not see

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even among the thick trees where
they tried to hide. You have heard
the story of Cain and Abel. When
Cain was in the fields with his bro-
ther, no one else was by. No one was
there to see him raise his hand and
strike poor Abel, so that he died;
but God saw him. And God was
angry with Cain, and punished him.
You are but a little child, and Cain
was a strong man; but the same
wicked temper which made Cain kill
Abel made you cross to your bro-
ther, and led you to say angry
words. Ask God, then, to take
away your wicked temper, and to
make you gentle and meek, as Jesus
was when he was a child.

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“DOES GOD SEE ME ALWAYS?”

Dozs God see me always? and did he then
look
At me in my passion to-day?
Did he see when the toys from the baby I
took ?
Could he hear the cross words I did say?

Yes, my dear, and I know it displeased God
to see
How wilful and angry you were;
Next time you are tempted so naughty to be,
Say, “No, for I know God is here.”

But ask God to help you to be a good child,
Or indeed it is useless to try;
And if then, like Jesus, you're gentle and mild,

You will love to be under God’s eye.
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SOARING HIGH.

Wuo has not at some time of life
fancied the pleasure of sailing with-
out effort high up in the air, like
the hawk or eagle, looking down
upon the noise and confusion of the
world, with a consciousness. of secu-
rity against danger or pursuit ?

The traveller who “plods his
weary way” over hill and dale, often
overcome with fatigue, or faint with
hunger and thirst, looks up with
something like a feeling of envy to
the bird that soars almost beyond
human vision, and seems to gain



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new strength to rise, higher and
higher, as he prolongs his flight.
The lofty range of the king of birds
is beautifully employed in the sacred
Scriptures to illustrate the course
of a true Christian. “They that wait
upon the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up with
wings as eagles; they shall run and
not be weary, they shall walk and
not faint.” The power of Christian
faith in like manner sustains the up-
ward course of the pilgrim through
this dark world. Even trials and
crosses often give him new strength,
and: while he keeps his eye steadily
fixed on the glorious end of his
career, he rises, higher and higher,
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sense, and gazes with wonder on
those who pursue them.

It is well to remember that the
first flight of the eaglet is not among
the clouds. A few efforts give him
courage and strength, and by degrees
he gains the highest mountain-tops,
and springs from them towards the
source of light!

May not our young friends be en-
couraged to imitate the young eagle
in its early efforts, that they may be
prepared to soar aloft with an un-
tiring wing; so that by waiting
upon the Lord, they may renew
their strength, and pursue, without
faltering, their upward flight to
heaven.

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“WHERE IS MY MOTHER?”

WHERE is my mother? ‘Tell me where!
She used to come and hear my prayer,
To see me warmly laid in bed,

And draw the curtains round my head.

Morning is come, but mother stays,
I wonder what her steps delays ;
Her smile, her words of love, I miss,
But most of all, her morning kiss.

Where is my mother? (Can it be
She will not come to walk with me?
The garden looks so bright and gay,
She used to love a sunny day.

Mother is gone from earth away ;

No more her visits will she pay
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To see you safely laid in bed,
And draw the curtains round your head.

No more, my love, will mother share
Your morning walk, your evening prayer ;
The flowers will bloom for her in vain,

~ Mother will not come back again.

God took her to her home above,
A happy home, where all is love,
Where Jesus is, and where no sin,
Nor pain, nor death can enter in.

She loved the Saviour; this is why
Mother was not afraid to die ;

Then love him too, and in your prayer
Ask God that you may meet her there.





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THE LITTLE CHILD’S FIRST
LESSON ON DEATH.

I went one day to see a baby.
It was in a nursery, and in the
nurse’s arms. I looked at its beau-
tiful form as it was uncovered, and
just ready to be washed all over.
The nurse was very tender of it,
and watched all its motions with
inexpressible delight. Its cheeks
were rosy, and its eyes were blue
and bright. It had nice fat arms,
and as its mother gave it food, the
little creature jumped and laughed
for joy.

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I saw this baby again. When I
went into the room where it was, I
could see that its mother looked
sad. She had tears in her eyes,
and said to me:

“Hush! my dear. The baby is
ill, and I fear that it will die.”

The baby lay quite still on its
mother’s lap. Its cheeks were not
rosy then; they were pale and thin,
and its arms and hands were thin
too. It could not jump and laugh
as it did before, and its blue eyes
looked very sad, as if the poor baby
would ask me to help it.

Soon the baby’s eyes were closed,
and its breath stopped. I felt its
hands—they were cold. It could

not open its blue eyes—the baby .

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was dead. Soon its little body was
laid in the cold grave; but the soul
of the baby could not be put there.
Its soul had gone to be with God.
It is happy now. It will never cry,
nor be ill, nor feel sad again. There
is no sin nor pain in the place
whither the soul of the baby is
gone.

So, you see, it is not sad to die,
if God takes our souls to live with
him. Ask God then, my dear, that
when you die, he would take you to
live with him in that happy place,
where no one is wicked, where no
one is ill, and where no one will
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THE BABY.

PRETTY baby, little dear !

Glad I am to see you here;
You're my sister, nurse tells me,
Very kind to you I'll be.

Pretty baby! once, I know,
I was like what you are now:
Could not use my feet at all,

And my hands were just as small.

You are weak, and so was I,
You'll be strong, too, by and by;
Oh what care I'll take, for fear

_ Any thing should hurt you, dear.

Pretty baby! when you sleep,
I will very quiet keep ;
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Will not wake you with my play:
You'll play too, I hope, some day.

Little sister! Baby dear,
God was kind to send you here;
I must thank him, when I pray,
For this gift of his to-day.

And, baby dear, I'll ask God too,
To bless and take good care of you;
To watch you while you wake or sleep,

And every evil from you keep.





THE VAIN SEARCH.

A uirrLE boy was charmed with
the tiny form and gaudy colours of
an insect that flitted by him. He —
followed it a few paces, in the hope
of catching it with his hat, but all
his attempts failed.

At length he saw it dart suddenly
down into some weeds on the margin
of the brook, and then he felt sure
of it. Creeping along cautiously,
and looking intently, he drew near
to the very place where it disap-
peared. He softly parted the grass,
and slowly turned up each leaf, and
expected every moment to see it

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jump from its hiding-place, but it
was a vain search. It was far away
from the place at which he lost
sight of it, and its quick motions
and gorgeous colours had already
attracted the gaze of some school-
children half a mile off.

It is a pity the little fellow should
waste his time, and pain his eyes
in looking for what he will certainly
never find. |

But, alas! how many there are—
men and women, as well as children
—who waste their time and strength
in pursuits as vain and fruitless as
his! How few are seeking for ob-
jects that are within their reach, or
that are worth the pains which it

costs to obtain them ?





84 Hr VAIN SEARCH.

The wisest of all men has given
us a beautiful lesson, which we can-
not study too early or too well :—

“Happy is the man that findeth
wisdom, and the man that getteth
understanding. For the merchan-
dise of it is better than the mer-
chandise of silver, and the gain
thereof than fine gold. She is more
precious than rubies: and all the
things thou canst desire are not to
be compared unto her. Length of
days is in her right hand; and im
her left hand riches and honour.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
and all her paths are peace. She
‘s a tree of life to them that lay
hold upon her: and happy is every
one that retaineth her.”





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WINTER.

. THE trees are all white with the snow,
There is not a lone leaf to be seen;
It has cover’d the grass over now,
Where once it was all soft and green.

Will the flowers, the birds and the bees
Ever come to our garden again?

And who will put leaves on the trees?
I am sure, if I tried, ’twould be vain.

God only can do it, my dear;
He made them at first, and ’tis he .
Who will clothe them, and make them appear
With the leaves you so much wish to see.

He, who cover’d the grass and the trees
With the snow, like a beautiful sheet,
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Can make it all melt if he please,
And daisies spring up at your feet.

God has said that he would not forget
To send us the spring, bright and mild;
He never did break his word yet,
Then trust him now, dear little child.

The seasons all come in their turn,
Spring, Summer and Winter and Fall,

To trust God we surely may learn,
Since in love he will order them all.



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“HOW MAY I GO TO JESUS”

C.—How can I go to Jesus, mo-
ther? Icannot see him. Tell me
where is he now, that I may go to
him ?

M.—Jesus is now in heaven with
God, my dear, but you may still go
to him, though he is not here to
take you in his arms and bless
you. He is as pleased to have lit-
tle children come to him now, as
he was to see those little ones whose
mothers took them to him when he
was on earth. Yes, my dear, Jesus

still says to you, ‘‘Come unto me.”
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I will tell you how you may go. :

You must pray to him. Though
you cannot see Jesus, he sees you,
and can hear every thing you say,

for Jesus can see all things just as
God sees all things. Jesus does not
forget, now he is in heaven, that

he was once a little child; and he

is so kind, that he loves to hear a

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little child pray. He was once like
you in all things but one. Jesus,
when he was a child, was never
wicked; he never was angry, nor
selfish; he never said any thing
that was not true; he always did
as he was told. Ask Jesus then to
help you to be like him when he
was a child, and indeed he will hear
your prayer, and will bless you.





“HOW MAY I GO TO JESUS?”

I WIsH some one would tell me how
A child may go to Jesus now;

If he were here, I think I would
Ask him to bless and make me good.

Children once went to him, and he
Was pleased such little ones to see ;
How I should like to have been there,
His blessing and his love to share.

Dear little child, indeed you may

Go to your Saviour every day,

For always, when you kneel in prayer,
Though you can’t see him, he is there.




But don’t forget that Jesus sees
All that you think while on your knees;
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And you offend him when you pray,
Unless you feel the words you say.

Then go to Jesus. Do not fear,
But he your little voice will hear ;
A praying child will Jesus love,
And he shall see his face above.



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DO YOU LOVE YOUR BEST
FRIEND?

M.—Tru me, dear, if you know
who is your best friend.

C.—I love you and my dear
father better than any one. You
are always kind, and take such good
care of me.

M.—Yes, dear child, but you have
one friend kinder still, and that
friend is Jesus.

After Adam and Eve had taken
the fruit which God told them not to
touch, neither they nor their children
loved God as they did before, but did

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many things to displease him; for
God is so good that he cannot love
sin.

God knew that with such wicked
hearts, they could never be happy to
live with him, and he saw they must
all die, and go to a place where they
would be unhappy for ever, if he
did not do something to save them.
No one loved God, no one liked to
do as he told them; and so it is
now, that we all offend God.

What then did God do? He had
one dearly beloved Son, who lived
with him in heaven... Only think of

his love to us! He sent this Son

into the world where we live, and
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DO YOU LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND? 93

was willing to leave him to save
us.

I will tell you how he saved us.
He came and did every thing his Fa-
ther wished men todo. He was per-
fectly holy; and no one, in human
form, but Jesus, was ever perfectly
good. Not the best man that ever
lived is holy as Jesus was. While
Jesus lived here, he was kind and
good to every one, but very few peo-
ple loved him. I will tell you why.
They were grown so wicked, they
could not love what was good, so
they did not love Jesus.

You know how cruel the Jews
were to him, and, at last, how they
nailed him to a cross and left him
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94 DO YOU LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND?

that we might not die. God laid
upon Him the iniquities of us all.
Jesus had not sinned, but he loved
us so much that he was willing to
bear pain and death, that you, dear
child, and I, and all the people in
the world that love him, might live
in heaven with him, and be happy
for ever.

Is there any friend like Jesus,
then, my dear? I hope you will
love him, for it is the greatest sin
of all not to love Jesus Christ, who
loved us so much as to die for us.





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THE LITTLE BOY AND HIS DOG.

Boy.
“Come here, little puppy, and cease those
cries,
‘Tis time to begin your exercise.”

Pup.
“Oh, master, I am but a poor little pup,
And can learn much better when I grow up.”

Boy.
“No, puppy, ‘tis best to begin, d’ye see,
For the longer you wait the harder ‘twill be.”

The puppy soon learn’d; and ’twas a queer
sight

To see him both sit and stand upright ;

Then into the water he learn’d to spring,

And_back to his master a stick to bring.
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The little boy saw what the puppy could do,

And so he work’d hard, and succeeded too;

He kept to his tasks, and studied so well,

That most of his mates he was found to excel ;

And when the rewards for good scholarship
came,

The pup’s little master stood the very first

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I xnew some little children, who
had a good mother. She was so
kind that she did not spoil them,
nor give way to their sinful tem-
pers; but when they did wrong,
she would speak gravely and_ sor-
rowfully, and tell them how bad a
thing sin is.

When she did not smile on them,
they felt how naughty they had
been; and to be sent away from her,
because they were not good, was
the greatest pain they could suffer.

Often, when she took them to
walk with her in the fields and green

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lanes, she would tell them stories
of the birds and of the insects, and
would speak of the love and wisdom
of that great God who made all
things, both small and great—the
glorious sun in the bright blue sky
above, and the little worm which
crawls on the ground.

She would tell them, too, of Jesus,
and they liked to hear her speak of
him, for she loved Jesus so well,
that it seemed to them as if they
must love him too. Often she would
_ ask them. to go to the Saviour, and
would tell them of his love to little
children when he was on earth—
how he took them in his arms and
blessed them.

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LIGHT AND LOVE

FOR THE

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That I may give, for every day,

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Quarrels should never come.”— Watts.

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Do you Love your Best Friend?........... Msadinbrdizes 91
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LIGHT AND LOVE

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NURSERY GROUP.

THE GREAT TOYSHOP.

OSX. YY HERE are few sights
y that will turn a lit-
tle brain, or at least
put a little tongue in
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A a well-stocked toy-

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A) tive in cities, and
who are used to seeing such places
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14 THE GREAT TOYSHOP,



soon passes away, but country boys
and girls who have not outgrown the
age for toys are bewildered with
wonder and joy when they are first
introduced to one of these store-
houses of juvenile goods.

In some parts of the world it is
not unusual to meet with a travel-
ling toy-shop. Some curious dealer

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packs up a few boxes, or a chest or

two of trumpets, drums and fiddles,
with tin horses and wagons ;. a sup-
ply of Noah’s arks, boxes of bats
and balls, graces, marbles, ten-pins,
blocks for houses, with all the peo-
ple and trees and fences made to
match, and no one knows how many
other articles of like value. Then
taking the burden on his back, or

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dividing it between his arms, he
travels up and down. the country,
unlading his wares wherever he
finds a group of customers, and in
a sort of tent, with a temporary
counter, displaying his goods and
inviting purchasers. Such occasions
are not soon forgotten, and if no
pence are foolishly spent, it is not
because there is nothing to buy with
them. | |

Those on whose heads gray hairs
have begun to show themselves
sometimes laugh at the worthless
trumpery, as they call it, which
children gladly bring from a toy-
shop; but may it not be doubted -
whether, if they could rightly esti-
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endeavours of their elders, the langh
might not more properly be on their
side? ©

“What gilded bauble did a child’s
little hand ever grasp more worth-
less in itself, or less intrinsically
valuable to its possessor, than’ hu-
man applause? How often has it
been bestowed on the most un-
worthy, and withheld from the most
deserving? Where it has been fairly
won, it is often delayed till it ceases
to be desirable; and who does not
know, that those who have enjoyed

the largest share of it have found

it to be but.a “puff of empty air?”
The same may be said of the-glory
of heroes and conquerors. The
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attained by any human being, was
so far from satisfying his heart, that,
like a little child who cries because
his hands are so full of toys that he
cannot hold another, he wept because
there was not some other world for
him to conquer. | vate
The onlyvictory whichit would have
ennobled and really glorified him to
obtain, was the victory over himself,
and this he never even attempted!
It may be worth while for us to
ask ourselves, sometimes, whether
the objects we are seeking are really
worth the pains we take to secure
them; or whether they are not so brief
in their existence, and.so unsatisfy-
ing in their nature, asto make it both
a folly and a sin to pursue them.






THE CHILD’S OFFERING.



“ The child Samuel ministered unto the Lord.”—1 Sam. iii. 1.

A FAIR young child went wandering out
- One beautiful day in June;
Flirting with bees that were humming about,
Kissing red buds with a rival pout,
And mocking the cuckoo’s tune.

For a moment his tiny hand was lost
Mid rushes that fringed the stream;
Then it came forth, and white lilies were toss’d
After the golden perch, that cross’d
In the flash of the noontide beam.

He loiter’d along in the dusky shade
Where spicy cones were spread ;
He gather’d them up, till a pet lamb stray’d — | |
To nibble the sward, then down he laid,
Hugging its innocent head. )
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A pair of glittering wings went by,
And the child flew after the moth ;
Till a fluttering nestling caught his eye,
And he chased the bird, but he gave no sigh
When he saw he had lost them both.

He found himself in a dazzling place,
Where Flora had been crown’d;

Where perfume, colour, light and grace,

Pure as the flush on his own young face,
Were flung over bower and mound.

At last the child was seen to pass,
With one sweet opening rose,
And a blade ofthe white-stricken ribbon grass’
The beautiful things in the gorgeous mass
That his untaught spirit chose.

He rambled on through another gay hour,
With a young heart’s revelling mirth ;

But he still preserved the grass and the flower,

As though they formed the richest dower.

That he could inherit from earth.
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Over'the green hill he slowly crept,
Guarding the rose from ill;

He loll’d on the bank of a meadow and slept,

Then he hunted a squirrel, but jealously kept
The rose and the ribbon leaf still.

He stroll’d to the sea-beach, bleak and bare,
And climb’d up a jetting spot ;
And the child was wooing his idols there,
Nursing the flower and grass with care,
All else in the world forgot.

Like a vast triumphal ear ;
The child look’d up as-it thicken’d on high,
And watch’d its thundering storm-wheels fly
Through the blue arch fast and far.

He knelt with the trophies he held so dear,
And his beaming head was bow’d;

As he murmur’d with mingled trust and fear,

‘‘T’ll twine them together and leave them here,
For the God who made that cloud.”


THE CHILDS OFFERING.



Worshipping child, thou wert doing then”
What all below should do;

We hear it taught by the prophet men,

We see it traced by the prophet’s pen,
By the holy, the wise, the true.

And we must lay down the flowers we bear,
Held close in our doting pride ;

We must be ready to willingly spare,

On life’s altar-rock, the things most fair—
And loved beyond all beside.

Worshipping child! may the tempest hour
Find me with my spirit so-bow’d!

As thou didst give the grass and the flower,

May I yield what I love best to the Power
Of Him who makes the cloud.





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MORNING.

Child.—Tur sun shines, and I
must not lie in bed now that it is
light. Last night, when I shut my
eyes, it was dark. I could not see
the sun then. Where has the sun
been gone, dear mother ?

Mother.—The sun has not gone
anywhere, my dear. The sun does
not move. It is the world—the
great round globe on which we live—
that moves. The part of the world
in which we live turned away from
the sun last night, and while you and
I were asleep, it was turning back to
the sun; and now it is day again.

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This is one of the great works of
God. You cannot see God, who
made the day and the night, -but
you must not forget him; for the
sun, as it shines through your win-
dow every morning, should make you
think of God.

We all love to see the day. The
little birds, which have been sleep-
ing all night long, with their heads
under their wings, are now awake,
and are singing their morning song
in the trees, hopping with joy from
bough to bough.

The flowers, which shut up their
pretty leaves when night came on,
open them again to the light of the
sun.

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from their hives, and are flying from
flower to flower, humming as they
go to gather honey this fine day.

€.—Then, mother, if the birds
and flowers and bees are all awake,
I will get up too, and thank God for
letting me see the light of day once
more.




MORNING HYMN.

Ir is morning again; I am wash’d, and am
dress’d,
And breakfast is ready for me;
I have had a sound sleep, and a quiet night’s
rest;
How happy and good I should be.

Who cared for you, darling, all through the dark
night,
When no father or mother was by?
Who watch’d you, and kept you from harm, till
twas light,
And the sun shone once more in the sky?

It was God, my dear mother, took care of your
child:
I hope not to grieve him to-day ;
I will try to be good, to be gentle and mild,
And mind every word that you say.
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And please, my dear mother, to teach me the
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To thank God both morning and night?
Don’t you think he would hear what a child
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THE SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE
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Ir would not be easy to tell by
how many very beautiful and im-
pressive lessons the duty of filial
obedience has been enjoined upon
the young. Stories, true and fabu-
lous, in prose and poetry, and with
all the beauty and force of pictures,
have been employed for the pur-
pose. All this would lead us to
think that disobedience is a com-
mon and very dangerous sin.

An apt illustration is given in
the sad history of a self-conceited
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dependent such a little creature 18
upon the care and oversight of its
mother. To be gathered under the
protection of any one, as a hen
gathers her brood under her wings,
expresses the most perfect idea of
security.*

A little chick, possessing great
confidence in its own wisdom, was
disposed to venture far away where
even the “cluck” of the faithful
and watchful old hen would not be
heard.

It was in vain to warn it of pos-
sible danger from thoughtless boys,
from prowling cats, and voracious
hawks; all his reply was, “If he
comes, my legs will soon bring me

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SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE CHICK. 31



beneath your sheltering wings.’’
Pleased with its liberty, and at-
tracted by many new and pretty
objects, it threaded its way along
through brake and brier, shade and
sunshine, till it found itself all alone
in a wide and beautiful plain.

It was just about to break forth
into a peep of joy, when a rushing
sound was heard above its head!
Frightened by the suddenness of
the danger, it looked around for pro-
tection; but, alas! there was none.

And when it thought at home to sup,
Down came a hawk, and gobbled it up.

Without claiming any particular
novelty in the story or poetical merit
in the rhyme, we must commend


82 SELF-CONCEITED LITTLE CHICK.



the sentiment they would convey as
of very great importance.

To be impatient of home-re-
straints, or to slight the whole-
some counsel and faithful oversight
of a father or mother, is indica-
tive of a wrong state of both mind
and heart; and it would be easy to
show, by many sad examples in
real life, that some of the most bold
and reckless offenders against hu-
man and divine laws have com-
menced their course by despising
a father or a mother, and forsaking
the home of happy childhood.

God says, “ Honour thy father and
thy mother, that thy days may be long
upon the land which the Lord thy God
gweth thee.”


DIALOGUE BETWEEN A LITTLE BOY
AND HIS CONSCIENCE.

Little Child.
Now mother’s not here, and nurse is away,
I will run on the grass for a few minutes’ play;
I’m sure it can’t hurt me this fine sunny day.

Conscience.
“Oh no, do not go, though your wish may be
strong ;
Your mother forbade it, and to go would be
wrong.”

Little Child.
These flowers I pluck’d in the garden just now,
Were not mine. HowI wish that I had not
done so! |
Shall I throw them away? and then no one

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Conscience.
“Oh no! Go at once and own what you have
done,
For why should you make two sad faults out
of one?”

Little Child.
I won’t lend my toys to my sister to-day ;
No, I cannot indeed; I will take them away;
I want them myself, I am going to play.

Conscience.
“But will that be kind? Should I like her to be
One day just as cross, and as selfish to me?”

Little Child.
Ah, this is the voice of my Conscience, I know;
I must listen, for fear it should soon speak so
low,

That perhaps I sha’n’t hear it, and sad would

it be,
If my Conscience should. quite leave off speak-

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EVENING.

C.—I have had my supper of good
bread and new milk, dear mother,
and now may I warm my hands
and feet by this bright fire before I
go to bed?

~M—Yes, dear: and think how
kind God is, to give you a good fire,
a nice supper, and a warm bed,
this cold night. You are tired and
sleepy, and will be glad to lay your
head on the soft pillow. Your mo-
ther will cover you with the sheets
and warm blankets. The rain beats
against the window, and the wind


86 EVENING.



howls amongst the trees; but you
will not feel the cold wind as you
lie in your snug little bed.

I am thinking of a poor boy who
came to the door to-day, and asked
me for something to eat. He had
pale thin cheeks, and his clothes
were old and torn. He was very
tired, for he had been all day in
the streets, and he was cold and
wet. The house where he lives is
in a dark yard, and in the room
where his mother is sitting there is
no fire. He goes up to the place,
and puts out his hands to feel if
there is any warmth left; but no,
the fire is all out; and his mother
can buy no more fuel.

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am very hungry; where 1s my sup-
per?” His mother looks sadly at
him, and says, ‘‘ All the bread that
I have left is on that plate, my dear,
and you had the last potato for
dinner to-day. Your little brother
and sister went to bed hungry; they
had each a little piece of bread like
that. Eat it, dear; I wish I had more
for you.”

Poor little boy, he cannot help
crying, when he hears this. His |
scanty supper is soon eaten, and he
goes to bed. I wish I could show
you the bed where he sleeps. In
the corner of the room is a heap of
straw, covered with an old rug.
There are no blankets and no sheets
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the poor boy lie down to-night. Ilove ||
to come and tuck up my dear little
boy in his warm blanket; and how
sad I feel when I think of that poor
boy’s mother, who hears him say, as
he lies down, “Oh! I am very cold
and very hungry.” She lays her tat-

tered shawl and some old clothes over
him, and tries to make him warm;
but the wind blows in at a broken
window, and it is some time before
the little tired child can go to sleep.

Let us not forget to thank God for
our warm house and beds to-night,
and do all we can for the poor and
suffering; and now good-night, dear, |
for I know you are sleepy. |
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BED-TIME 1s nearly here, mamma,
My eyes are tired quite,

And now to you, and dear papa,
I come to say, ‘‘ Good-night.”’

I’m going to my nice soft bed,
My nursery snug and warm,

Where no cold wind can reach my head,
Nor rain, nor snow, nor storm.

You tell me it is God, mamma,
Who gives me clothes and food,

Gave me both you and dear papa,
Who are so kind and good.

I ought to thank God every night,
And try to love him too,
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And never cry, nor pout, nor fight,
And grieve papa and you.





And now good-night, my dear mamma,

May God take care of you,
And baby, and my dear papa,
And little Willie too.



THE ORPHAN.

I aM a poor, sad, orphan child,

Father and mother both are dead;
The cold and hunger drive me wild,

My clothes are rags—I have no bread.
Oh, ye who rich and happy are,

And bless’d with every earthly good,
Give me, I pray, some clothes to wear,

And spare a little wholesome food.

It is not by any means a rare
thing to meet a discontented person.
Few indeed are so well satisfied as
not to wish at times, that they
could exchange conditions with some
other persons. The Bible contains
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of meaning, which seems to limit
our hearts to a very small measure,
“ And having food and raiment, let
us be therewith content.”

That there are many things very
good and desirable in themselves,
and very proper for us to have and
enjoy, no one will deny; but the
greater part of our wants, and those,
too, which give us most uneasiness,
relate to things that we are quite as
well, and perhaps far better, with-
out.

It is difficult for those who have
an abundance of food and raiment
to conceive of such a thing as abso-
lute want. They cannot be con-
vinced that the crust of bread, which
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would be a luxury to some starving
child, and that the garments in
which they would be ashamed to
appear at school would be esteemed,
by many a neglected wanderer, a
princely wardrobe.

In our happy country, pinching
want would seem to be quite out
of place, and it is probably very
rare that any person, young or
old, is unprovided with food and
raiment, unless through some wil-
ful neglect, or sinful improvidence.
We have an abundance of all those
things which are needful to the
comfort and support of life.

But these good gifts are not
equally distributed. Some overflow
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46 THE ORPHAN.



than heart can wish, while others
are depressed by disappointment,
and burdened with care and anxiety.

One great duty of life is to use
these gifts which a kind Providence
so profusely bestows on us, in such
a way as to make others partakers
of our enjoyment. If we have
means beyond the supply of our own
wants, we can always find some who
deserve our sympathy and will be
grateful for it.

Let it be our pleasure to search
them out, and double the value of
every gift by sharing it with others.

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THE CHILD AND THE ROSE-BUD.

OnLy look at the rosebud, dear mother, I’ve
brought
From my own little garden to-day ;
When I pluck’d it this morning, how little I
thought
That so soon it would wither away.

Will it never look pretty and bright any more?
To lift up its poor head I will try,

For I thought it the sweetest that ever I saw,—
Pretty rosebud! Oh, why did you die? |

I think, if the rosebud could speak, it would say,
“Though now you are healthy and strong
As I was this morning, so fresh and so gay,

Little child, you must die before long!
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When my leaves are quite dead you will throw
me away,
Nor shall I be thought of again;
But your soul will live, though your body decay,
In eternal enjoyment or pain.”

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THE LITTLE BOY AND HIS
CONSCIENCE.

One fine day in summer, a little
boy: was playing all alone in his
father’s garden. The flowers had
opened their bright leaves to the
sun, and the birds were singing in
the trees. It was a very pretty
garden. :

Many a little boy, whose home
is in a close, narrow street, in a
large town, would have been glad
to be allowed to walk in that gar-
den, only to look at the gay flowers,
to hear the song of the merry birds,
and to watch the busy bee, as it

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LITTLE BOY AND HIS CONSCIENCE.



sipped, first one sweet flower and
then another, till its bag was full
of honey, and then flew away to put
its treasure safe into the hive.

The little boy was not quite happy
even in this pretty garden, for in-
stead of playing with the rake. and
spade which his kind father had
given him, he was standing still
looking at something. What do
you think it was? It was not at
the blue sky. It was not at the
honey-bee. It was not at the bird
building its nest in the old tree.
It was not at the pretty rose. No,
he was looking at a bush which
grew in the garden: its branches
were full of fruit, and such bright,
red fruit! So the little boy thought,

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(for he had seen it when it was
green, and watched it turn from
green to red,) how good the cur-
rants must be, now that they looked
quite ripe. He went up to the bush
and touched the fruit. He stopped
a minute, for he felt something in
his heart which told him he was
doing wrong. It was like a voice
speaking to him. It was his con-
science. Would you like to hear
how this little child talked to his
conscience? I will tell you. Con-
science said, ‘“‘Oh, do not touch that
fruit, it is not your’s.” The little
boy said, “But why? My mother
gave me some the other day, and
if she were here now, I think she
would give me a bunch.” Then

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conscience said again, “It is not
your’s, wait till your mother comes.”
But the little boy said, “Oh, no, I
cannot wait. I think I must pluck
some.” So he put out his hand.
Ah! what made the little boy start
then? He thought he heard a step.
But, no, it was only the bird which
was building its nest in the old pear
tree. Again conscience tried to be
heard—‘‘ What made you start if
you do not think you are doing
wrong? Oh, come away.” Then
the little boy waited a minute, and ||
felt almost inclined to go from the
bush, but he turned to look at the
ripe currants once more, and they
looked, to him, brighter and nicer

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science said; but this time it did
not speak quite so loud, and the
little boy would hear no more of
what conscience had to say, but
gathered the fruit and ate it! It
was much easier to pluck the second
bunch than it was the first, and
soon he had eaten a great many.
While he was eating, he heard his
brother call him. Why was he
| afraid of that little voice? Why
' did he blush, and seem so ashamed,
when the little boy came up to him
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and asked what he was doing? Be-
cause he knew he had been doing
wrong; and when we have done
‘|| Wrong, we are afraid of very little -
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we shall be found out.


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64 LITTLE BoY AND HIS CONSCIENCE.



Well, it was of no use for him to
try to play with his brothers and sis-
ters. The day was clear and bright,
and the kite flew well in the brisk
wind, but the little boy had a heavy
heart; he tried to forget the naughty
thing he had just done, but he could
think of nothing but the currant-
bush in the garden, and the sad,
grave words of conscience came
again and again to him, ‘You are a
thief.’ What did he do? He list-
ened to his conscience again, which
said, “Go and tell your mother, and
own your fault to God, and ask him
to forgive you.”

Tt was not until conscience had
pushed the little boy very hard,
that he would go; and when at

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last he went, it was not with the
quick, light step, with which he
used to run to his dear mother, but
very slowly and sadly. His eyes
were cast down, his heart was full
of shame and grief, and when his
mother looked cheerfully and kindly
at him, as he went into her room,
he felt again, “Oh, I cannot tell
her.” But conscience would not
give it up, and at length he told
her all,—told her, in a low, broken
voice, with the tears running down
his cheeks, how naughty he had
been; how he had stood by the
currant-bush, and how he had
plucked and eaten the fruit. His
mother talked kindly, but sorrow-
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56 LITTLE BOY AND HIS CONSCIENCE.



erieved for her little boy’s sin, and
they both kneeled down and asked
Jesus to forgive him; and when he
had prayed he felt a little happier,
but not so light and happy as if he
had not done that naughty thing.

The sight of that currant-bush
often made him think of his sin,
but it taught him two good things,
which, I hope, he will never forget ;
one was, that when he wanted to
hide any thing, he might be sure it
was wrong; and another thing it
taught him was this, that sin 1s
sure to make sorrow. Not the
brightest day, nor the prettiest toy,
nor the merriest play can make
that heart light and joyful, in
' which there is a hidden sin.





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THE HIDDEN FAULT.
THE sun is shining brightly,
The flowers are looking gay,
How merrily and lightly
My brothers are at play.
| And why am I not playing,
With heart as gay and free ?
What does this voice keep saying
So constantly to me?
It is my conscience speaking—
I cannot go to play—
It says, “‘ Why are you seeking
To hide your fault to-day ?”
Tn listen to its warning,
To my mother I will run,.


When I was all alone.

And then I'll go to Jesus,
He says that children may ;
With love the Saviour bids us
To him for pardon pray.



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Tuere are few employments more
favourable to meditative habits and
less exposed to temptations than
that of a shepherd. In our country
nothing is known of such flocks and
herds as constituted the chief wealth
of eastern patriarchs. And hence
many of the most beautiful and
striking allusions to them, which
we find in the Scriptures, lose much
of their force. .

In some of the countries of the old
world, many of the customs of pas-
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are still found whose days are all
spent in the care of flocks.

Many of the most striking illus-
trations of humble piety have been
drawn from the ranks of shepherds,
and the occupation is dignified, by
that memorable discourse of our
blessed Saviour, recorded in the
tenth chapter of the gospel by John,
in which he speaks of himself as a
good shepherd, and describes in the
most simple and beautiful language,
his own offices as the Redeemer,
Preserver, and Sanctifier of his peo-
ple, and the tokens and privileges
of those related to him. To be of
his fold is the highest and most
blessed place we can occupy.



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JESUS, THE BEST FRIEND.

You once were a baby, so helpless and weak,

You could not then run, as you now do, nor
speak ;

But your mother watch’d o’er you, and taught
you the way

To talk, and to walk, and to run, and to play.

A kind friend is mother, but a kinder than she

Is Jesus your Saviour, whom you cannot see.

- How often, when ill, you’ve been fretful and

cried,
And father and mother to soothe you have tried:
They have watch’d you and tended you all the

night long,
And never were tired, their love-was so strong;
But the love of your Saviour is greater by far,
Than that of the kindest papa and mamma.

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You love them, you say, for their kindness and
care,

But, dear little child, have you no love to spare

For Jesus your Saviour, who came from
above

Into this world of sin, out of pity and love;

Who was nail’d to the cross, who was laid in
the grave,

That even such children as you he might save?

Oh, how good is my Saviour. And can it
then be |

That he really has died on the cross to save me /

How sad ’tis to think I have loved him no more,

For I never have heard of such kindness before ;

Oh, great as I know is the love of mamma,

I see that of Jesus is greater by far.


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I wisn, my dear, you would think
that God sees you at all times. If
you had thought of this to-day, you
would have stopped before you said
those cross words to your little bro-
ther. God’s eye is on you at all

| times, and he can hear all you say;

he knows all that is in your heart,
and he can tell all you think.

} You have heard the history of

Adam and Eve. When they plucked

the fruit, they forgot that God could

see them, because they could not see

| God. But God’s eye was upon them,

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even among the thick trees where
they tried to hide. You have heard
the story of Cain and Abel. When
Cain was in the fields with his bro-
ther, no one else was by. No one was
there to see him raise his hand and
strike poor Abel, so that he died;
but God saw him. And God was
angry with Cain, and punished him.
You are but a little child, and Cain
was a strong man; but the same
wicked temper which made Cain kill
Abel made you cross to your bro-
ther, and led you to say angry
words. Ask God, then, to take
away your wicked temper, and to
make you gentle and meek, as Jesus
was when he was a child.

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“DOES GOD SEE ME ALWAYS?”

Dozs God see me always? and did he then
look
At me in my passion to-day?
Did he see when the toys from the baby I
took ?
Could he hear the cross words I did say?

Yes, my dear, and I know it displeased God
to see
How wilful and angry you were;
Next time you are tempted so naughty to be,
Say, “No, for I know God is here.”

But ask God to help you to be a good child,
Or indeed it is useless to try;
And if then, like Jesus, you're gentle and mild,

You will love to be under God’s eye.
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SOARING HIGH.

Wuo has not at some time of life
fancied the pleasure of sailing with-
out effort high up in the air, like
the hawk or eagle, looking down
upon the noise and confusion of the
world, with a consciousness. of secu-
rity against danger or pursuit ?

The traveller who “plods his
weary way” over hill and dale, often
overcome with fatigue, or faint with
hunger and thirst, looks up with
something like a feeling of envy to
the bird that soars almost beyond
human vision, and seems to gain
ing!

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new strength to rise, higher and
higher, as he prolongs his flight.
The lofty range of the king of birds
is beautifully employed in the sacred
Scriptures to illustrate the course
of a true Christian. “They that wait
upon the Lord shall renew their
strength; they shall mount up with
wings as eagles; they shall run and
not be weary, they shall walk and
not faint.” The power of Christian
faith in like manner sustains the up-
ward course of the pilgrim through
this dark world. Even trials and
crosses often give him new strength,
and: while he keeps his eye steadily
fixed on the glorious end of his
career, he rises, higher and higher,
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sense, and gazes with wonder on
those who pursue them.

It is well to remember that the
first flight of the eaglet is not among
the clouds. A few efforts give him
courage and strength, and by degrees
he gains the highest mountain-tops,
and springs from them towards the
source of light!

May not our young friends be en-
couraged to imitate the young eagle
in its early efforts, that they may be
prepared to soar aloft with an un-
tiring wing; so that by waiting
upon the Lord, they may renew
their strength, and pursue, without
faltering, their upward flight to
heaven.

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“WHERE IS MY MOTHER?”

WHERE is my mother? ‘Tell me where!
She used to come and hear my prayer,
To see me warmly laid in bed,

And draw the curtains round my head.

Morning is come, but mother stays,
I wonder what her steps delays ;
Her smile, her words of love, I miss,
But most of all, her morning kiss.

Where is my mother? (Can it be
She will not come to walk with me?
The garden looks so bright and gay,
She used to love a sunny day.

Mother is gone from earth away ;

No more her visits will she pay
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To see you safely laid in bed,
And draw the curtains round your head.

No more, my love, will mother share
Your morning walk, your evening prayer ;
The flowers will bloom for her in vain,

~ Mother will not come back again.

God took her to her home above,
A happy home, where all is love,
Where Jesus is, and where no sin,
Nor pain, nor death can enter in.

She loved the Saviour; this is why
Mother was not afraid to die ;

Then love him too, and in your prayer
Ask God that you may meet her there.


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THE LITTLE CHILD’S FIRST
LESSON ON DEATH.

I went one day to see a baby.
It was in a nursery, and in the
nurse’s arms. I looked at its beau-
tiful form as it was uncovered, and
just ready to be washed all over.
The nurse was very tender of it,
and watched all its motions with
inexpressible delight. Its cheeks
were rosy, and its eyes were blue
and bright. It had nice fat arms,
and as its mother gave it food, the
little creature jumped and laughed
for joy.

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I saw this baby again. When I
went into the room where it was, I
could see that its mother looked
sad. She had tears in her eyes,
and said to me:

“Hush! my dear. The baby is
ill, and I fear that it will die.”

The baby lay quite still on its
mother’s lap. Its cheeks were not
rosy then; they were pale and thin,
and its arms and hands were thin
too. It could not jump and laugh
as it did before, and its blue eyes
looked very sad, as if the poor baby
would ask me to help it.

Soon the baby’s eyes were closed,
and its breath stopped. I felt its
hands—they were cold. It could

not open its blue eyes—the baby .

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was dead. Soon its little body was
laid in the cold grave; but the soul
of the baby could not be put there.
Its soul had gone to be with God.
It is happy now. It will never cry,
nor be ill, nor feel sad again. There
is no sin nor pain in the place
whither the soul of the baby is
gone.

So, you see, it is not sad to die,
if God takes our souls to live with
him. Ask God then, my dear, that
when you die, he would take you to
live with him in that happy place,
where no one is wicked, where no
one is ill, and where no one will
ever die.








THE BABY.

PRETTY baby, little dear !

Glad I am to see you here;
You're my sister, nurse tells me,
Very kind to you I'll be.

Pretty baby! once, I know,
I was like what you are now:
Could not use my feet at all,

And my hands were just as small.

You are weak, and so was I,
You'll be strong, too, by and by;
Oh what care I'll take, for fear

_ Any thing should hurt you, dear.

Pretty baby! when you sleep,
I will very quiet keep ;
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THE BABY. 79



Will not wake you with my play:
You'll play too, I hope, some day.

Little sister! Baby dear,
God was kind to send you here;
I must thank him, when I pray,
For this gift of his to-day.

And, baby dear, I'll ask God too,
To bless and take good care of you;
To watch you while you wake or sleep,

And every evil from you keep.


THE VAIN SEARCH.

A uirrLE boy was charmed with
the tiny form and gaudy colours of
an insect that flitted by him. He —
followed it a few paces, in the hope
of catching it with his hat, but all
his attempts failed.

At length he saw it dart suddenly
down into some weeds on the margin
of the brook, and then he felt sure
of it. Creeping along cautiously,
and looking intently, he drew near
to the very place where it disap-
peared. He softly parted the grass,
and slowly turned up each leaf, and
expected every moment to see it

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jump from its hiding-place, but it
was a vain search. It was far away
from the place at which he lost
sight of it, and its quick motions
and gorgeous colours had already
attracted the gaze of some school-
children half a mile off.

It is a pity the little fellow should
waste his time, and pain his eyes
in looking for what he will certainly
never find. |

But, alas! how many there are—
men and women, as well as children
—who waste their time and strength
in pursuits as vain and fruitless as
his! How few are seeking for ob-
jects that are within their reach, or
that are worth the pains which it

costs to obtain them ?


84 Hr VAIN SEARCH.

The wisest of all men has given
us a beautiful lesson, which we can-
not study too early or too well :—

“Happy is the man that findeth
wisdom, and the man that getteth
understanding. For the merchan-
dise of it is better than the mer-
chandise of silver, and the gain
thereof than fine gold. She is more
precious than rubies: and all the
things thou canst desire are not to
be compared unto her. Length of
days is in her right hand; and im
her left hand riches and honour.
Her ways are ways of pleasantness,
and all her paths are peace. She
‘s a tree of life to them that lay
hold upon her: and happy is every
one that retaineth her.”


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WINTER.

. THE trees are all white with the snow,
There is not a lone leaf to be seen;
It has cover’d the grass over now,
Where once it was all soft and green.

Will the flowers, the birds and the bees
Ever come to our garden again?

And who will put leaves on the trees?
I am sure, if I tried, ’twould be vain.

God only can do it, my dear;
He made them at first, and ’tis he .
Who will clothe them, and make them appear
With the leaves you so much wish to see.

He, who cover’d the grass and the trees
With the snow, like a beautiful sheet,
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Can make it all melt if he please,
And daisies spring up at your feet.

God has said that he would not forget
To send us the spring, bright and mild;
He never did break his word yet,
Then trust him now, dear little child.

The seasons all come in their turn,
Spring, Summer and Winter and Fall,

To trust God we surely may learn,
Since in love he will order them all.



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“HOW MAY I GO TO JESUS”

C.—How can I go to Jesus, mo-
ther? Icannot see him. Tell me
where is he now, that I may go to
him ?

M.—Jesus is now in heaven with
God, my dear, but you may still go
to him, though he is not here to
take you in his arms and bless
you. He is as pleased to have lit-
tle children come to him now, as
he was to see those little ones whose
mothers took them to him when he
was on earth. Yes, my dear, Jesus

still says to you, ‘‘Come unto me.”
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I will tell you how you may go. :

You must pray to him. Though
you cannot see Jesus, he sees you,
and can hear every thing you say,

for Jesus can see all things just as
God sees all things. Jesus does not
forget, now he is in heaven, that

he was once a little child; and he

is so kind, that he loves to hear a

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little child pray. He was once like
you in all things but one. Jesus,
when he was a child, was never
wicked; he never was angry, nor
selfish; he never said any thing
that was not true; he always did
as he was told. Ask Jesus then to
help you to be like him when he
was a child, and indeed he will hear
your prayer, and will bless you.


“HOW MAY I GO TO JESUS?”

I WIsH some one would tell me how
A child may go to Jesus now;

If he were here, I think I would
Ask him to bless and make me good.

Children once went to him, and he
Was pleased such little ones to see ;
How I should like to have been there,
His blessing and his love to share.

Dear little child, indeed you may

Go to your Saviour every day,

For always, when you kneel in prayer,
Though you can’t see him, he is there.




But don’t forget that Jesus sees
All that you think while on your knees;
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And you offend him when you pray,
Unless you feel the words you say.

Then go to Jesus. Do not fear,
But he your little voice will hear ;
A praying child will Jesus love,
And he shall see his face above.



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DO YOU LOVE YOUR BEST
FRIEND?

M.—Tru me, dear, if you know
who is your best friend.

C.—I love you and my dear
father better than any one. You
are always kind, and take such good
care of me.

M.—Yes, dear child, but you have
one friend kinder still, and that
friend is Jesus.

After Adam and Eve had taken
the fruit which God told them not to
touch, neither they nor their children
loved God as they did before, but did

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many things to displease him; for
God is so good that he cannot love
sin.

God knew that with such wicked
hearts, they could never be happy to
live with him, and he saw they must
all die, and go to a place where they
would be unhappy for ever, if he
did not do something to save them.
No one loved God, no one liked to
do as he told them; and so it is
now, that we all offend God.

What then did God do? He had
one dearly beloved Son, who lived
with him in heaven... Only think of

his love to us! He sent this Son

into the world where we live, and
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was willing to leave him to save
us.

I will tell you how he saved us.
He came and did every thing his Fa-
ther wished men todo. He was per-
fectly holy; and no one, in human
form, but Jesus, was ever perfectly
good. Not the best man that ever
lived is holy as Jesus was. While
Jesus lived here, he was kind and
good to every one, but very few peo-
ple loved him. I will tell you why.
They were grown so wicked, they
could not love what was good, so
they did not love Jesus.

You know how cruel the Jews
were to him, and, at last, how they
nailed him to a cross and left him
to die. Jesus died on the Cross,


94 DO YOU LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND?

that we might not die. God laid
upon Him the iniquities of us all.
Jesus had not sinned, but he loved
us so much that he was willing to
bear pain and death, that you, dear
child, and I, and all the people in
the world that love him, might live
in heaven with him, and be happy
for ever.

Is there any friend like Jesus,
then, my dear? I hope you will
love him, for it is the greatest sin
of all not to love Jesus Christ, who
loved us so much as to die for us.





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THE LITTLE BOY AND HIS DOG.

Boy.
“Come here, little puppy, and cease those
cries,
‘Tis time to begin your exercise.”

Pup.
“Oh, master, I am but a poor little pup,
And can learn much better when I grow up.”

Boy.
“No, puppy, ‘tis best to begin, d’ye see,
For the longer you wait the harder ‘twill be.”

The puppy soon learn’d; and ’twas a queer
sight

To see him both sit and stand upright ;

Then into the water he learn’d to spring,

And_back to his master a stick to bring.
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The little boy saw what the puppy could do,

And so he work’d hard, and succeeded too;

He kept to his tasks, and studied so well,

That most of his mates he was found to excel ;

And when the rewards for good scholarship
came,

The pup’s little master stood the very first

name.



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A SAD STORY.



I xnew some little children, who
had a good mother. She was so
kind that she did not spoil them,
nor give way to their sinful tem-
pers; but when they did wrong,
she would speak gravely and_ sor-
rowfully, and tell them how bad a
thing sin is.

When she did not smile on them,
they felt how naughty they had
been; and to be sent away from her,
because they were not good, was
the greatest pain they could suffer.

Often, when she took them to
walk with her in the fields and green

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100 A SAD STORY.



lanes, she would tell them stories
of the birds and of the insects, and
would speak of the love and wisdom
of that great God who made all
things, both small and great—the
glorious sun in the bright blue sky
above, and the little worm which
crawls on the ground.

She would tell them, too, of Jesus,
and they liked to hear her speak of
him, for she loved Jesus so well,
that it seemed to them as if they
must love him too. Often she would
_ ask them. to go to the Saviour, and
would tell them of his love to little
children when he was on earth—
how he took them in his arms and
blessed them.

Those were happy days; but not

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A SAD STORY. 101
any thing bright and happy in this
world can last always. The summer
walks in the green fields and the
winter joys by the fireside were
over, for the dear mother of these
little children was taken very ill.
Kvery one moved softly about the
house, and even the little ones
learned to move softly, too, as if they
feared to awaken some one who was
asleep. Often they went to the door
of the room where she lay, and asked
gently, ‘How is mother?” The an-
swer always was, “She is no better.”
Every day they seemed to expect
her down stairs again, to gladden
their breakfast with her sweet smile,
but her chair stood empty still, and
she did not come.


102 A SAD STORY.



Their dear father looked very sad ;
their nurse looked sad, too; but
though the children missed their
mother, they were not so very sad,
for the thought did not enter their
young hearts that they should see
their mother no more.

One day they were told that she
was dead ; but they were very young,
and did not quite know what was the
meaning of death. They had seen
the flowers die, but that their mother
should die seemed very strange.

_ They were taken to see her in her
coffin. The eye, which had loved to
look on them, was shut for ever.
The lips, which had opened so
often to speak words of love, and to
tell them about Jesus, were closed.





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A SAD STORY. 103

The hand was cold, and did not press
their’s fondly, as it used todo. Then
the little children knew that their
mother was gone. Her body lay
there, indeed, but it was no longer
their mother. The soul was gone—
gone to Jesus whom she had loved
so well.

Soon they saw her body taken to
the grave, and, as they watched the
coffin let down so slowly into the
earth, they cried. Oh, they cried
sadly! They thought of all the ©
love of their dear mother to them.
They remembered how often they
had disobeyed her, and what sor-
rows their wicked tempers had
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104 A SAD STORY.

time his dear mother came down-
stairs, and though she looked pale
and tired, he was cross and wilful.
The grave, sad look of his dear mo-
ther, that last night, came to his
mind, and the little boy wished he
could tell her how sorry he was;
but it was now too late.

Slowly, and with heavy hearts,
the little children left their mother’s ,
body in the grave, and went to their
home; but it was not like the same
bright home, for the mother who
had made it so happy was gone. |

Little children, who read this sad
story, if God has spared your dear
mother to you, oh, be very thank-
ful to him, and show that you are
very thankful to God, by being obe-






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A SAD STORY. 105



dient and kind to your dear mother.
It is quite true that the mother of
these children died, and your’s may
die, too. How you will grieve then,
as you stand by her grave, if you
think you have been disobedient or
unkind to so good a friend.

One little child, who reads this,
may be thinking, “I did not obey
my mother this morning; I made a
noise when she was busy, though
she asked me to be quiet; how sorry
I should feel if she did not come
down-stairs to-morrow. Suppose
she were to die ?—I will ask God to
help me to be good and kind to my
dear mother.”

Another little child may be think-
ing, “I was angry with mother the

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other day; bad tempers came into
my heart, and I cried and screamed
when she put me in a room alone.
She did it to make me a better
child. Why was | angry with her?
I will ask Jesus to help me, that I
may do so no more, for I do love
her very dearly, and I wish to be as
gentle as Jesus was when he was a
child.”
Now, are you not sorry for those
dear children whose mother is dead ?
I hope they will love the Saviour ;
he will be a good friend to them, a
better friend even than the best
mother. Sometimes you must ask
God, in your prayers, to bless and
take care of the little motherless
children.

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EVENING QUESTIONS.

FOR A LITTLE CHILD.

BerorE I go to sleep to-night
Pll think of all I’ve done to-day;
And as I am in God’s own sight,
Take care of every word I say.

Did I thank God for his kind care,
This morning, when I left my bed?

And while I knelt to say my prayer,
Did I feel all the words I said?

And let me ask myself: Have I
Obey’d at once, and taken care
That when my mother was not by,

I acted just as if she were?
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EVENING QUESTIONS.



And have I told the truth to-day,
Nor dared nor wish’d my faults to hide?
Have I been heard cross words to say,
When what I ask’d has been denied?

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Of all the wicked things I’ve done:
Wilt thou forgive me when I cry,
For Jesus’ sake, thine only Son?



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THE PRIZE.

Au, my little fellow, you and your
sister may think it all very pleasant
and amusing to have a bird in your
hand; but what would you think
if some giant, whose hand your whole
body would scarcely fill, should sud-
denly seize you and take you about
and show you? Pray be gentle to-
wards the timid little creature, and
if you took it from its home, return
it quickly and relieve the distress
| of its parents.

Nothing can excuse cruelty to

birds or other creatures. Their lives
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112 THE PRIZE.



and the enjoyment of all the good
gifts which a kind Providence has
bestowed on them are their portion.
They have nothing to expect beyond
their present existence, and to put
them to death or to pain for our
amusement or curiosity, is a sin
against God, and a violation of the
rules of common humanity.




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LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

WE will love one another : for God loves to see

Little brothers and sisters together agree;

A cross angry word, or a thought that’s un-
kind,

Should ‘not come from our lips, should not
dwell on our mind.

We will love one another. When one has
done wrong,

We will not go on with our play nor our
song;

How can we be merry, or playful, or glad,

When a brother or sister is naughty and sad?

We will love one another: the day may soon
come
_ When we shall not all live in our dear happy

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114 LOVE ONE ANOTHER.



Or perhaps one may die; ’twould be sad then,
indeed,

To think while he lived that we had not
agreed.

We will love one another: for how can we be

Fit to live with our God, if we do not agree?

There are no angry words, thoughts, nor tem-
pers above,

For Jesus is there;—and God’s own name
is love.



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A THOUGHT FOR CHILDREN.

My Lirriz Frrenps—I am going
to make a calculation of the amount
of thoughts which you will have if
you live to be sixty years old—sup-
posing you are now ten. Some of
you are over and some under ten
years of age, and hence you will
have to make additions to or sub-
tractions from the estimate which I
give. If apy of you are too young to
do this, your teacher can assist you.

Can you tell how many thoughts
you have had the past year? How

many do you have each day = How


116 A THOUGHT FOR CHILDREN.



many each hour? If the thoughts
which have passed through your
mind the last hour were written
and printed, would they not fill a
page as large as the pages in your
largest reading books? Probably
more. When your mind is very
active, or excited, it thinks several
pages of thoughts in an hour; that
is, if they were written out in full,
as thoughts are in books. But I
will suppose that you think one
page an hour, and that you are
thinking fifteen hours each day.
Then in one day you have fifteen
pages of thoughts. Multiply this
by 365, (the number of days in a
year,) and you have 5475 pages of
thought in one year. I will sup-

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pose your reading book contains
300 pages. Now divide 5475. by
300, and it gives a little more than
eighteen such books. You have
thought, then, eighteen books full
the last year. What an amount!
If you do not think I am correct,
will you try to express one thought
on your slate, and count the letters
it takes; and then count the letters
on a page of your book, and see how
many such thoughts, when printed,
would make a page? Then you will
say I am right.

Well, eighteen volumes of thought
in one year. If you are now ten
years old, and live till you are sixty,
you will think NINE HUNDRED VOLUMES !
What a library that would make!

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118 A THOUGHT FOR CHILDREN.



It would, if put on shelves, cover
one end of your school-room. Now
you will, if you live, think all this.
|| You cannot help it! You cannot
| stop thinking if you would. Try,
and see if you can.

I am not saying that all these
thoughts are different thoughts.
Some of them pass through your
mind a thousand times. But the
quantity is as I have stated. And

I have not made this calculation
simply to please you; I want you
should profit by it. Suppose, at the
close of each year, those eighteen
volumes of thoughts took the form
of books, and were placed before
you. How many of them would be
worth reading? How many of them
A THOUGHT FOR CHILDREN. 119



would you like toread? How many
of them would you like to have your
parents or teachers read ?
I will suppose you are now enter-
. ing upon another year: at its close
you will have thought another eigh-
teen volumes; or one volume for
about every seventeen days. Now,
will you not endeavour to keep your
mind upon good and useful sub-
jects? Upon your lessons, upon
what you read, upon what profit-
able things are told you? And will
you not, when you are alone or
playing with your school-mates,
keep from your mind all thoughts
which you and which your parents
and teachers would not like to see
pginted in a book?

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120 A THOUGHT FOR CHILDREN.



The thoughts which you suffer
constantly to occupy your minds
will do much to make your cha-
racters for life. You will find it
most difficult to keep your minds
upon good and proper subjects in
after-life, if you now let them run
upon improper and wicked ones.
And when you die at sixty years
of age, what, let me ask, shall those
nine hundred volumes of thought
be? Try and have them such as
you would then like to read in God’s
_ Book of Remembrance. Begin to fill
your minds with good thoughts, and
to keep out bad ones. Do not for-
get the NINE HUNDRED VOLUMES.




THE BIRD’S FUNERAL.

HERE, in these rosy bowers,
Sleep, little bird! We crave
A spot beneath the flowers
To dig thy early grave.

So charming was thy singing!
‘Thou wast to us so dear!

Thy voice has ceased its ringing,
And we are weeping here.

Sweet May waked all her roses
Thy thrilling notes to hear;
And now with mourning posies
We strew thy silent bier.
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THE STARS.

THERE is nothing in all we see of
God’s works more glorious and beau-
tiful than the starry sky. Every
one of those bright twinkling ob-
jects is a world by itself. The num-
ber of them no person can count.
Telescopes have been contrived for
the purpose of helping us to see
farther than the eye can reach, and
by this means many stars have been
discovered that before were un-
known.

But there are regions into which
no eye has yet looked, and which
wise men tell us may be full of

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THE STARS. 125



other worlds as bright and beauti-
ful as those we see. How won-
derful is the skill which formed
them, and how mighty the power
by which they are upheld!

We do not know for what end
these heavenly bodies were created.
We know of what use the sun and
the moon are to us, and we have
good reason to believe that each
of the countless stars has its share
in reflecting the glory of the Cre-
ator upon other worlds, and giving
happiness to other creatures. That
they answer the purpose of their
creation, we all know, for we see the
beauty and order of their motion,
and know the laws by which they
are governed.

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126 THE STARS.



In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
The hand that made us is divine.

How strange it is, that human
creatures, who are made in the like-
ness of their Creator, should be so
slow to obey him, while beasts and
birds and fishes,—the earth, the air
and the seas,—the sun, moon and
stars, are all obedient to his law!

When we look up to the sky, let
us think of God, the great and glo-

rious being who made all we be-

hold; and- while we admire and
adore the wonders of his creation,
let us love him for the still po
wonders of his grace. :

He has so loved the world as to



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give his only-begotten Son, to re-
deem sinners, young and old, from
the guilt and punishment of their
sins; and he has graciously pro-
mised to pardon, sanctify and save
all who seek forgiveness through
the blood of his Son.

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TEACHING FROM THE STARS.

Stars, that on your wondrous way
Travel through the evening sky,
Is there nothing you can say
To such a little child as I?
Tell me, for I long to know,
Who has made you sparkle so?

Yes, methinks I hear you say,
‘Child of mortal race, attend:
While we run our wondrous way,
Listen; we would be your friend;
Teaching you His name Divine
By whose mighty word we shine.
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TEACHING FROM THE STARS. 129



“Child, as truly as-we roll
Through the dark and distant sky,
You have an immortal soul, -
Born to live when we shall die.
Suns and planets pass away:
Spirits never can decay.

‘When some thousand years, at most,
All their little time have spent, %
One by one our sparkling host
Shall forsake the firmament.
We shall from our glory fall:
You must live beyond:us all.

“Yes, and God who bade us roll,
God, who hung us in the sky,
Stoops to watch an infant’s soul
With a condescending eye;
And esteems it dearer far,
More in value than a star.

“(Oh then, while your breath is given,
Let it rise in fervent prayer;
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130 TEACHING FROM THE STARS.



And beseech the God of heaven
To receive your spirit there,

Like a living star to blaze,

Ever to your Saviour’s praise.”




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THE LITTLE CHILDREN WHO
LIVED IN LOVE.

Some little children were playing
in the nursery one afternoon in
winter. They had bright cheerful
faces, and the sound of their merry
laugh made me happy, for it came
from young loving hearts.

They had been taught to live in
love, for their mother had often told
them, that it was of no use to say
they loved one another, if their
words and actions were cross and
unkind. I will not say, that they
never felt tempted to be unkind to

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182 THE LITTLE CHILDREN



each other; nor that they agreed at
all times; but it was very seldom
they quarrelled, for they often
thought of the words, “Little child-
ren, love one another.” But I must
tell you something more of these
little children, that you may see
how it was they lived in love.

When I first went into the nur-
sery, they were very merry, running
across the room, jumping and sing-
ing and laughing, they knew not
why; but I suppose it was because
they felt happy. At last, little
Harry fell down, and this made him
cry; for he was not so strong as his
brother John. He was very often
ill, and this made him fretful, and a
little thing would make him cry.
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WHO LIVED IN LOVE. 183

John was not at all tired, for he
was a strong boy, his rosy face
glowed, and his eyes shone as he
sald,

“Oh, let us run again; I am not
tired. Come, Harry!”

But poor Harry was not inclined
to run any more; and so John was
forced to give it up, which he did
not like at all, and he felt a little
vexed for a minute or two; but he
loved his brother, so he did not
tease Harry to run, but went to spin
his top.

John had just learned to spin his
top, and he was very much pleased
to think he could make it hum.
When Harry found John so happy
with his top, he wiped his eyes on
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his pinafore, jumped up from off the
stool on which he had been sitting
with a very sad face, and ran to
watch John. But soon he grew
tired of watching him, and said,

“John, I want that top.”

John was just putting the string
into the hole, and I think he felt
rather tempted to push his brother
away when he stretched out his
little hand to take the top. Sucha
thought might come into his mind,
but it did not stay there long, he

184 THE LITTLE CHILDREN



only said,

“No, no, Harry, go and build with
your bricks. I want my top.”

Now Harry was a very little boy,
and he was not always so Cross as
he was this afternoon, but he was

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tired, and nothing pleased him long,
so he began to cry. The colour
came to John’s face, and he looked
almost ready to cry too; but he ~~ id,
“Say ‘please,’ Harry, and then I
will give it to you;” and Harry said
“please,” and John put the top into
his brother’s hands, which made him

very happy. I am sure John was
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WHO LIVED IN LOVE. 135





he would have been at the loudest |
humming of his top. So you see a
life of love is a happy life.


SUMMER’S MORNING.

Ox! come to the garden, my good little boy,
For the sun shines so brightly to-day ;



The birds in the branches are singing with joy;
Bees are humming and working away.

Oh, look at the flowers! How gay and how
sweet !
How soft and how green is the grass!
1 will pluck you these daisies, which grow at
our feet, |
I am sure they’re too pretty to pass.

And look too, my dear, at the sky bright and
grand, |
Yet the same God who made it so blue,
Made the yellow-eyed daisy you hold in your
hand,

Yes, my dear little boy,—and made you.
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SUMMER'S MORNING. 137



And God made the bright shining sun that you
see
Every day in the heavens above ;
Yet he thinks of the poor little bird and the
bee,
And a child, too, may share in his love.

I think in their songs, that the birds seem to
say,
“Thank God for his love and his care ;”’
But you, who can thank him much better than
they,
Must do so to-night in your prayer.


THE LIFE-LIKE DOLL.

Ir was a new doll—a doll as large
as a real baby—a doll with feet and
hands, and moving eyes—a doll al-
ready dressed, with shoes and bonnet
all complete; it was such a doll that
Fanny wanted above all things else.

Fanny was the youngest of three
sisters, and in all their pleasures and

employments they were made hap-
pier by being together.

When the new doll ‘was brought
home, Fanny was quite overcome
with delight ; but her sisters seemed
to be almost as much pleased as she

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was, and joined all Fanny’s excla-
mations of surprise at the face and
figure and dress of this life-like doll.

It was not long before Miss Dolly
was called on to make one in a game
of round-ring. Fanny was bent
upon being where she could watch
all her doll’s motions, and really
seemed to be quite as anxious that
the waxen young lady should acquit
herself well, as if it had been all
real. She certainly would have
been much grieved and mortified
if Miss Dolly had been pouty and
selfish, or rude and quarrelsome.

If our young friends would ob-
serve half as many rules of good
behaviour as we have heard them

| prescribe for their dolls, we are sure
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142 THE LIFE-LIKE DOLL.



that some of them would give far
less trouble and anxiety to their
parents than they do now. But,
alas!

They know the right, and they approve it too,

They know the wrong, and yet the wrong
pursue.




THE STORM.

A snip was once tossed on the sea,
in a great storm. The wind blew,
and the waves rose so high, that
they nearly covered the ship, and it
began to fill with water. It was
evening, and the fishermen were
much afraid. They knew that if the
waves filled the ship it must sink,
and the land was very far off. They
had often seen the sea rough, but
this was a great storm,—such a one
as perhaps they had never seen be-
fore; and the hearts of these strong
men were filled with fear. As they

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were talking to one another, and
asking what they should do, the
wind rose still higher, and the
raging sea began to pour its waves
into the ship, so that thev were
indeed in great danger.

The noise that the wind and sea
made was very great; but, amidst it
all, one person was lying in another
part of the ship, fast asleep on
a pillow. He was glad to rest,
for he had been toiling all the day,
in teaching and talking to people
who were anxious to hear words
from his mouth,—and now he was
very tired.

He was the only one, of all those
who were in the ship, who was not
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THE STORM. 145

on. When these poor frightened
men saw him sleeping, they went
up to him, and awoke him.

They called him “Master,” for he
was their Master. They used to
follow him, and listen to his teach-
ing, and they loved him much; but
now they said to him, “Master,
carest thou not that we perish?”

They almost seemed to find fault
with him for sleeping while they
were in such fear. But he kindly
said to them, ‘“‘Why are you so fear-
ful?”? And when he had said this, he
spoke to the wind and the sea, and
told them to be still! At once, the
waves which had been dashing
against the ship, and which seemed
ready to swallow it up, sank down,

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146 THE STORM.



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and the whole sea became smooth |
as a river. The loud wind which
was driving the ship about on the |
water stopped all at once, and there |
was no longer a breath to ruffle the 1
water. At the words ‘Peace, be |
still!” there was a great calm.

When the men who were in the |
ship saw this wonderful end to the |
storm, they said, “ What kind of man
is this, that even the winds and the
sea obey him?” Well might they
ask what kind of man he was. In
the little ship on that stormy sea
was Jesus, the Son of God, the
Saviour of men. He was not a
man only, but he was God. He
made the earth and the sea and all
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the winds and the waves by his
word.

Do you not think then that we may
trust Jesus? He is with us at all
times, and if he is near, we are as
safe under his care in the storm, as
the frightened men were when he
was with them in the ship, on the
stormy sea.




THE STORM.

How dark the clouds are! see what large drops
of rain,
And the birds have left off in the midst of
their song ;
Hush! Was not that thunder? I hear it
again,
Do you think, my dear mother, the storm will
last long?

The lightning that flash’d made me start,
‘twas so bright ;
Every thing seems gone home, both the birds
and the bees;
And ’tis not like the daytime, ’tis more like the
night ;

I will sit by you, mother, a while if you please.
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THE STORM. 149



Yes, come to me, darling, sit quietly here,
Till the thunder and lightning are gone quite
away ;
And think, my dear child, that your Saviour is
near,
As near in the tempest as in the calm day.

Without the kind care of your Father above,
The sunniest day is not safe for you, dear;
And since God rules the storm, you may trust

in his love,
For those who love Jesus have nothing to fear.
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CONTENTMENT.

Tink you that the shepherd boy

feels any desire to follow the bird in

'| its ambitious flight, far up into the
cloudless air? No, by no means.
Wearied with tending his flocks, he |
reposes on the hill-side; his crook
and wallet near, and his faithful
dog gazing into his face as if to read
his thoughts.

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finds a place there. Content with
his humble lot, he admires the vari-
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over all his creatures. He can look
without envy upon the palaces of
kings, and upon the pleasures of
the great and the gay. The sum
of his hopes and prayers is, that he
may be found true to the simple
duties of his calling, so that at last
it may be said of him, “Well done,
good and faithful servant; thou hast
been faithful over a few things, I
will make thee ruler over many
things: enter thou into the joy of
thy Lord.”

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THE SNOW-HOUSE.

How beautiful the snow is! And
how pleased are little boys and
girls to see it falling from the sky!
First a few white flakes, then more
and more, till the air seems filled
with them.

How they dance about! They do
not drop at once, like the rain.
The flakes are so light, that the
wind blows them this way and that
way. They seem to be taking a
merry dance in the air.

They come down at last. Then the

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ground begins to look white. Soon
it 1s quite covered, and the boys
clap their hands, and say, “Now
we can make snow-balls.”

Boys,—yes, and girls too,—think
it very grand play to run about in
the white snow. They like to cut
paths in it with their spades, and
pile it up in heaps. And best of
all, they like to make snow-balls,
and throw them at each other. They
must not get angry if they have a
smart blow from them now and then,
for those who give must always be
willing to take.

Who is it that likes to play in the
snow? Who is it that welcomes the
cold, frosty mornings of winter? It
is the boy who has a warm coat and




good shoes; who has a comfortable
house to live in; who has a good
fire to warm him when he is cold;
who has plenty of food; who has
kind friends to take care of him.
But there are many boys who
have not all these things. There
are some who have none of them.
Many poor little boys and girls are
sorry to see the snow come. Their
torn dress will not keep them warm.
They are cold and hungry, and they
do not want to play.
- When we have all that we need,
we must think of the poor, we must
help them as much as we Can. And
we must not forget to thank God for
all we have. It is he who gives
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him every day tor our daily bread,
and for all we want. We must
ask him, too, to have pity on the
poor.

In some lands far away over the
sea, it is very cold. It is never so
cold here as it is there. There is
very little summer there: snow and
ice are seen all the year. No trees
and plants grow there. No nice
fruit and pretty flowers grow in
that land. The men have no wood
nor bricks to build houses with: and
so they make houses of snow. They
cut blocks, or lumps of snow, and
build small houses with them.
Then they cut a little hole and put
a piece of ice there. This is the
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the ice. They have no coal nor
wood to make fires, but they burn
oil in lamps; these give light and
heat too. So the people live in
their snow-houses very warm and
snug, and in summer they live in
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THE THANKFUL CHILD.

Kine David, who wrote such beau-
tiful Psalms, says in one place, “ Oh,
give thanks unto the Lord, for he is
good, because his mercy endureth
for ever.” Would you like to know
some of the ways in which even a
little child may give thanks to
God? Listen, and I will tell you.

You can offer a simple prayer in
the morning, aS soon as you are
awake. You can offer a simple
prayer in the middle of the day.
At least, some such prayer as this :—

“T pray God to take care of me,
and help me to be a good child

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all this day, for Christ’s sake.
Amen.”

You need say no more: and surely
you can say this? You can offer a
short prayer at night, too, such as
this :—

“QO Lord, I thank thee for taking
care of me to-day, and for all the good
things I have had. I pray God to
take care of me to-night. I pray God
to forgive me all I have done amiss
to-day, for Christ’s sake. Amen.”

If you learn these brief prayers,
you can say them yourselves, with-
out any one’s hearing you. You need
not go to any one to hear you. God,
to whom you pray, will hear you;
for he is close to you all day long
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too, and does not wish you to go
away from him. God watches over
you. He saves you from all manner
of danger. Oh, you cannot yet think
of all God’s goodness to you.

When you say your prayers, you
should feel very happy. Do you
know why you should feel very
happy? No, you say. I will tell
you. You should feel very happy

‘ indeed, because it is God who puts
it into your hearts to speak to him.
When we pray to God, we speak to
God; and this is the reason we
should say our prayers in a differ-
ent manner from that which we use
when we speak to one another, be-
cause we are then speaking to God,
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THE THANKFUL CHILD.

Yes, it is the blessed God, your
heavenly Father, who made you
think of him, and gave you the
wish to offer a prayer to him.

God is always more ready to hear
our prayers than we are to pray.
God is always waiting for us to
ask him for his blessing. We are
always forgetting him, and all his
mercies, and all his goodness to us.

God very often puts good thoughts
into our hearts, but we do not do the
good thing, nor say the good thing,
as soon as he speaks to us; but we
put it off, and then God is displeased.
But if we feel very sorry for our sins
and ask his forgiveness, he will be
merciful to us again; but it is only
when we are really sorry.

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HOME.

I wit tell you, now, some more
ways in which little children may
“give thanks unto God,” and “ praise
his holy name.”

If you love God and try to serve
and please him, you will love and
obey the Lord Jesus Christ, who
came to save us from sin and death.
Whoever loves and obeys Christ,
loves and obeys God.

Children who would please God
will love and obey their parents, that

is, they will mind what their parents
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say, and cheerfully do as they are ©

told. To honour our parents is our
first duty, next to serving God; and
the child who refuses to obey an
earthly father will not be very
likely to love or honour his heavenly
Father.

One more way in which you can
praise God, and be thankful to him,
is in loving your brothers and sis-
ters; and your love to them will be
shown by your never teasing them,

but by playing together with kind- |

ness and love; not snatching things
away from each other—not breaking
each other’s play-things—not strik-
ing each other; and if one of your
brothers and sisters should ill-use
you, in trying all you can not to be

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angry—not to get into a passion
and call bad names.

When you strike and call bad
names, and snatch things away
from another in your passion, be-
cause some one is angry and cross
with you, then you are not “ loving
God,” nor “praising him,” but you
are loving and serving that wicked
“Spirit, the devil, who makes you un-
kind because some one was unkind
to you.

I know it will be very difficult
for you, as it is for us all, not to be
angry when any one ill-uses us; but
this is the very thing we must try
very hard to do.

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to those who may happen to be
cross to you. If you love those
who are always very kind to you, it
is very right and very proper, and
one of the good ways little children
have of “praising God,” and being
“thankful” unto him. It is our
bounden duty to love those who are
good to us; but it is still more
heavenly-minded, more like God
himself, to forgive others who are
unkind to us; and may you learn to
love God above all things and all
persons, and then you will be al-
ways happy.



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