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THE DOGS OF MOUNT ST. BERNARD.
FAB up on Mount St. Bernard-one of the Alps that separate Switzerland from Italy-stands, among rocks and snow, a lonely monastery. It was built about a thousand years ago.
The monks are famous for their kindness to travellers, who often stop there at night on their way across the mountains.
But the place is still better known for a breed of dogs, large, wise, noble brutes, who are kept by the monks, and have saved many a life.
When a traveller is overtaken by night and by storm, sometimes a faint cry is heard by the monks. Then the noble dogs go forth into the darkness and snowdrift, and, following the cry, will seek out the lost traveller, lick and warm his half-frozen body, and help him through the snow to the open door.
Here are the monks sending out one of their faithful messengers.
How sad, that with all this kindness, the traveller should not find in that house the true knowledge of the lost sinner's Friend, the one Mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus !
HOW TO AVOID QUARRELS.
J. CLARKE, of Frome, was asked by a friend how he always kept himself from being involved in quarrels, to which he replied, “By letting the angry person have all the quarrel to himself.'
This afterwards became a proverb in the town. When a quarrel was rising, they would
“Come, let us remember old Mr. Clarke, and leave the angry man to quarrel with himself.” If the reader will always follow this rule, he will save himself a great deal of trouble, and perhaps many hard knocks. Remember, it always takes two to make a quarrel.
THE BROKEN SWING. “FATHER, may I go and play to-day with the swing?" said a little boy, just as he was getting ready to go out.
“No, my child, not to-day,” answered the father, “tomorrow you can go.”
To-morrow-it was too long for the impatient child.
A little later, when his father had gone out, the child, standing at the window saw right before him the swing hanging between two trecs at the bottom of the large garden.
“If I swung a little,” he said to himself, “nobody would know it. I will only have just one turn.”
So he ran into the garden, and climbed into the swing. Great was his joy for a few minutes, and he could not help crying between each swing, “I wonder why father said this morning that I must not swing."
All at once the cord broke. The child fell to the ground. His mother, terrified, ran out with a servant; they lifted him up and carried him into the house. The poor little fellow had broken his arm !
His sorrow was very bitter when he saw his mother's grief; he had, too, to bear a great deal of pain when the doctor “set” the arm; but what vexed him most, was to see his father come home at night, bringing a beautiful rope quite new, intended to secure against accident the beloved son, whom that day he had been obliged to deprive of a pleasure that had become dangerous.
Dear children, your parents also find themselves sometimes obliged to refuse your request. Have confidence in their love and in their wisdom, without always seeking to know the wherefore of their refusal.
When you are older, you will see that our kind heavenly Father does the same with us. He does not always grant us all we ask, because he knows that it will be hurtful to us. Trust, then, and with greater reason, his love and his wisdom, when you cannot understand the motives of his dealings with you.
We often ask for things which, if they were granted, would prove to us what the swing was to the little boy ; and our disobedience is sure to produce only bitter fruit. -American..
Two American girls went to a rich farmer to get help for some charitable object. “Not a penny,” answered the old farmer grufly, "not a penny. There's a pig in the sty; you may take that, if you'll drive it home.” The girls took him at his word. They got the pig, drove it home, though a hard time they had of it, for pigs, like some people, are apt to go by the rule of contraries; and how much they sold it for I do not know, but they got a pig's worth of charity money from the rich old farmer in spite of himself, and it did its good work without his good wishes.
A WISE MAN.
A WISE man, when asked how he got so much knowledge, replied, “By not being too proud to ask questions wben I was ignorant.'
Two young girls found Jesus, and they were so happy they wanted, like him, to go about doing good ; so they went to see a poor old blind woman, and took her a basket full of food and hearts full of love. “Now," they said, “don't you want us to read to you a little about the Lord Jesus Christ ?"
“Oh, yes," answered the poor blind woman.
And after they read, “Now, shall we not have a little prayer-meeting with you?" they said.
“Oh, yes," answered the poor blind woman; and that was the best of all.
When her minister made his next visit, what do you think she told him ? “Oh, I have had a visit from the angels since you were here,” said she.