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or a little harshness, when he knows he is doing right; who can call God his Father, through our Lord Jesus Christ, and trust himself entirely to his care, praying him to keep him 'His faithful soldier and servant unto his life's end.' This is the kind of boy who can' hope on' through this life, and hope on' for the life to come, and for the crown of glory which his Saviour has laid up for him above, when his fighting days are done."

AN UNGRATEFUL SON.

"The cye that mocketh at his father, the ravens of the
valley shall pick it out."-PROV. XXX. 17.

SOME years ago, an Irish gentleman, who was an extensive contractor on the public works, was reduced to poverty by the profligacy and dishonour of an ungrateful son. The old man lost his wife, and, to add to his calamity, his health failed, and, to fill his cup of sorrow, he lost his sight. Thus poor, friendless, blind, and forsaken, he found an asylum in the Franklin County Poor-house, Pennsylvania.

While an inmate of this refuge for the afflicted, his wicked and ungrateful son travelled that way. He was informed of his father's situation, and that his parent wished to see him; and, although he passed within two hundred yards of the poor-house, he refused to stop and see the kind father he had ruined. Now mark the result.

The very day he passed the poor-house on his way to Gettysburg, in an open carriage, he was overtaken by a storm, and took a severe cold, that resulted in the destruction of his eyes. He lay at Gettysburg in a critical situation until his funds were exhausted; and those who had him in charge took him to the Franklin County Poor-house.

The very day he was brought in, his father, having died the day before, was carried out. He was put in the same room, occupied the same bed, and, in a short time, followed his neglected and broken-hearted father to the judgment-seat of Christ. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of an angry God.-Rev. R. Weiser.

"WHAT IS THAT TO US?"

SOME white men from a Christian land engaged natives in New Zealand to go with them on a journey to carry their luggage. The Sabbath overtook them on the road. The men wished to go on, but the natives, who had been under the pious instruction of missionaries, said,

"No, no, it is the Sabbath; we must rest.'

The travellers, however, went on and left their attendants behind, who, in good time, arrived safely with the goods; but the men refused to pay them, because they would not travel on the Sabbath.

"What are we to do with the law of God?" asked the natives.

"What have we to do with the law of God? What is that to us?" cried the men angrily.

"You have much to do with that law," answered one of the natives firmly; "were it not for the law of God we should have robbed you, taken all you had, and set you adrift; perhaps we might have murdered you. You have that much to do with the law of God."

THE BIBLE IN ALGERIA.

THE French soldiers receive Mr. Guinsburg's visits with enthusiastic delight, and purchase French Testaments in great numbers. Last week he and I paid a visit to the camp, where eight hundred soldiers were assembled before embarking for Cochin-China. Hundreds of the brave Zouaves bought their little French Testaments, or begged them as precious gifts when they were too poor to buy.

When the box of two hundred Bibles was brought to them, they crowded round it in eager anxiety to secure the Word of Life. They read their Testaments in their tents, or kept them by their pillows in the hospital, or gladly suffered a word of counsel from its pages, even when under the strict discipline of punishment in the prison cells.-A Traveller in Algeria.

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"I CANNOT GET WARMED."

IN those piercing wintry days and nights, how many a poor creature has to say this!

How thankful to God those boys and girls should be who have warm, comfortable homes. A warm coat or cloak; warm stockings; thick, warm shoes; a warm fire to sit by; a warm bed, with plenty of blankets,-what lessons of thankfulness all those things should teach to every one who has them. If your coat is too thin, how thankful you should be if you have a thicker one to put on! If you are cold at night, how thankful if you can get more clothes put upon the bed! How many boys and girls have all these comforts, and never once thanked God for one of them!

Here are some little ones crowding round a fire. See that little fellow warming his hands. He seems to have been out in the snow.

Think of these things, dear young readers, and sing,

"Not more than others I deserve,

Yet God has given me more;

And I have food, while others starve,
Or beg from door to door."

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IF you want to know to what country a fort or town belongs, you look to the flag that waves over it. That shows whose it is. And so it is with our hearts. But what are the flags of our hearts? Why, our actions. These show whose we are, and whom we serve. said, "Ye are my friends, if ye do whatsoever I command When we do what Jesus wants us to do, we hoist his flag. When we do wrong-when we get angry, or break the Sabbath, or disobey our parents-then we hang out Satan's flag. Shall he be our master? Shall we do his work? Shall he be our god? Oh! let us pray for God to help us to tear down Satan's flag, and to keep the Bag

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THE MISSING MONEY.

A YOUNG Servant girl, quiet and modest, who had felt much interest in missions and missionary meetings, became ill and died. When near her end, her mother asked her what money she had in the Savings' Bank, or elsewhere, and received an account of all that she possessed. But a sovereign, which her mistress had been so kind as to give her as a Christmas present, was not mentioned, and she was asked where it was. She replied, "Dear mother, you know I brought it to you, and begged you to take it, but you would not." She did not wish to say more, but her mother still inquired where it was. She then said, "Dear mother, when you said you did not want it, I thought I might do what I liked with it; so, when I went back, I went into the best bed-room, downed on my knees, and put it into the missionary-box, and I felt so happy."

The little box was not opened for some months after her peaceful death; but when it was, there indeed was the golden offering, which this poor girl had so secretly and so prayerfully given to the Lord.-Juvenile Missionary Magazine.

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