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We fear that this is a duty which, in our day, many young people are apt to forget. They learn so much, and they learn it so young; and instead of it making them more dutiful, we fear they too often only become selfsufficient, self-willed, and wise in their own conceits. Instead of at once and cheerfully obeying, they will trifle, and argue, and must have a reason before they will do what they are bid. Sometimes a self-willed boy or girl, instead of a loving and prompt obedience, will give a pert, saucy answer to a father or mother, or even go the length of mocking at their rightful and reasonable commands. All this is very wicked, and young people who do so may rely upon it that they are sowing thorns from which one day they shall reap bitterness and sorrow. z.“ Hearken unto thy father,” saith the wise man, “and despise not thy mother when she is old;"_"the eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it” (Prov. xxiii. 22; xxx. 17).
Young people who have godly parents ! thank God every day for so great a blessing. When sinners entice you, when yngodly companions offer their advice, do not consent. Trust your father and mother above all. None have so true an interest in you as they have. Be guided by them, as the little girl in the picture is by her father's hand, but praying always that God would guide both them and you.
Early last spring, two little boys went to gather cockles on the sea-shore near Southport, in England. Their mother had seen them on the sands, and told them to go home, for they were in danger. They disobeyed their mother, and did not go. Soon the tide came in ard surrounded them, and they were both drowned. Young readers ! always trust more to your parents' opinion than to your own. If you take your own way, you may soon bitterly rue it.
Some of our readers had once kind parents, but they are fatherless and motherless now. What peculiar need they have of a heavenly Father's care! In Him “the fatherless findeth mercy." We lately noticed the follow. ing words written on the blank leaf at the beginning of a young friend's Bible:“My beloved father died 185
" Jeremiah iii. 4."
Turn up and think upon that beautiful text. Dear orphan, is it written on your heart?
A BLIND MAN.
IIE who does not see the hand of God in his works, sees nothing.–Fenelon.
A LEPER CLEANSED.
The following, from the pen of a missionary in the Bombay Presidency, gives a striking instance of the power of the gospel :
“Pándu, a Mahar of Kolgaw, was a victim of that terrible disease, the black leprosy. The loathsome state of the body was only a type of the deeper malady of the soul. He hated everybody, and hated himself. 'No one wanted to go to his house, or have a word to say to him. Said the catechist, 'No one would let his dog go to the house if he could help it, so vilely would the poor animal be abused.' The catechist was an especial object of his spite; indeed this was his only pastime, to abuse every one in the vilest terms he could invent. His wife's life was a burden to her. He would not only abuse her in words, but beat her cruelly.
“At length in a fit of rage one day he seized an old razor, and was about to end his life. The screams of his wife brought a Christian neighbour to the door, who wrested the weapon from his hand. He had inflicted a
ghastly wound, but happily it did not prove fatal. Nature, more kind to him than he was to himself, healed the wound, and it pleased the Lord to magnify his grace in healing the malady of his soul.
“It was about this time that I first met him, and I looked on him as a novelty of wretchedness. The catechist, whom he had so abused, visited him again, and spoke kindly to him. The gospel had a soothing sound in it which he had not before noticed. He continued to listen, and began to attend the Sabbath services. He gave up the habit of filthy, abusive talking,—one of the last to leave the inquirer after truth in this land. The heathen noticed the change with wonder, and freely confessed that Christianity had made Pándu a new man. He presented himself for admission to the Church, and, after some months of trial, was approved. He was to have been baptized in his own village as soon as I could visit it.
“Some weeks elapsed before I could go, and he in the meantime was taken ill. He told the catechist that he should not recover, and with tears expressed his regret that he had not had the opportunity of professing Christ before the world, and partaking of the Lord's supper with his Church. The catechist comforted him, assuring him that if he believed in Christ as his Saviour he would be saved, though not baptized by water. He replied, 'I do believe in Christ." He often called for the teacher to come and read the Bible to him and pray with him. He charged his wife not to perform any heathen rites over him, but to let the Christians bury bim; for said he, 'I am a Christian.' He also told her that she must become a Christian; and she is now, I trust, a sincere inquirer after the truth.
“ Thus he died a peaceful death; and the little band of Christians buried him, and mourned for him as for a brother. His name is not on the roll of our Church members, but I trust it is in the Lamb's book of life. -Monthly Record.
HOW TO KEEP FROM GROWING RICH. He that loveth pleasure shall be a poor man; he that loveth wine and oil shall not be richi-Prov. xxi. 17.
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LITTLE John and Mary were scholars in a Ragged School in London. John was only two and a half, and Mary was six years old, when they came to school. They were very attentive to the lessons, and when they were asked questions they always had an answer ready, and were very cheerful and lively.
When they had been at school two years they were both taken ill of fever. At this time I often visited them, and always found them repeating something they
Сн. the had learned at school. Their mother told me that when they were taking their medicine they would often sing,
“Since all that I meet
Shall work for my good,
The medicine is food."
Singing was their great delight, both at school and at home. It was the last thing they did, for although they were almost worn out, and very weak, they determined to sing their favourite hymn, which began,
" I think when I read the sweet story of old,
When Jesus was here among men,
I should like to have been with him then."
The dear little girl was 'so weak she could not sing any more; but she begged Johnny would sing on. The little fellow paused for moment, and then leaving out one part, he sang,
“ Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go,
And ask for a share in his love;
I shall see him and hear him above."
He just looked at his sister, and then laid down bis little head; and neither of them spoke any more, nor did they take any notice of anything after singing this hymn. Before the sun set that evening, they were both gone, I hope, to be with Jesus.
Christ in the heart, and a cross on the shoulder; this is the badge of all true Christians.-Martin Boos.