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And everybody loved him so,

Because he aiways told the truth;
That every day as he grew up,

"Twas said, 'There goes the honest youth.'

And when the people that stood near

Would turn and ask the reason why,

The answer would be always this,
'Because he never tells a lie.'"

"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE."

If the sweet love of Jesus has come to your young heart, it will often say there, "Jesus has gone to heaven; I would like to give him all, but my little hand cannot carry anything to the foot of that bright throne. Is there no one I can show love to for his sake?" And then you will think of some poor one in her small room at the top of a long stair, or some sick one in a wayside cottage, and you will run with a gift of love; not to be seen of men, nor to get their thanks, but, looking up all the way to Jesus, learn to say, "I do it unto thee." Look past the sick one on the bed, to Jesus on the throne, and his own smile will come down into your heart, and fill it with heaven's sunshine.

You may not have much to give, but you have love to give, at least. A wild flower costs nothing, The very daisies, set in grass, will be flowers to one who has not seen green fields for years.

If you are on the watch to do the will of the Lord Jesus, he will give you work. Ask him. Keep your heart open, and your hand ready, and they shall take gifts from the king to some of his poor subjects, whose cup is all but dry. And while your small gift fills the cup, joy will fill the empty heart that gives it, and the visit of a little child may raise in that sad breast the song, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want. "When the Son of Man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit on the throne of his glory.

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Study and copy out Matthew xxv. 31-46.

-The Child of the Kingdom.

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"ALL RIGHT."

"Bow-wow! bow-wow! bow-wow!"
Said little dog Fido to Fred;
"What is the matter, now,
Pressing your hand to your head?

Is it you're ill, or you're cross?
Is it you're thoughtful, or tired?
I'm sure you're sustaining a loss,
If thinking ere play-time's expired."

So said little Fido to Fred,

Or, at least, Freddy fancied he did, As he rubbed at his side with his head And a paw into Freddy's hand slid.

Then might you have heard Freddy say,

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'I'm silent and thoughtful, 'tis true; You may play, if you like, all the day, But I am made different from you.

I've an undying soul, that is worth

My earnest attention and thought; 'Tis dearer than all things on earth,

For with Jesus' own blood it was bought."

Then dear little Fred raised his eyes,

Which were beaming with faith and with love, And saw past the white-clouded skies,

And spake to his Father above;

And said, "Oh, my God, let it be

The greatest delight to me given,

To talk with my spirit of Thee,

Till I see thee and know thee in heaven."

ANNIE CLEGG.

CONVERSION BY THE SIGHT OF IDOLS.

Mr. LING, of Philadelphia, (who writes the history of the "Moveable Tent Church "), relates the conversion of a Pennsylvanian, by the following remarkable means. A minister had exhibited two great China idols to a meeting, telling the devotion of the heathen to them, and what sacrifices they would willingly make in their honour. Soon after, a man called on the minister, entreating him to come and see his wife, who was in deep distress about her soul. He inquired of her how it began. She stated that when she saw those idols, the thought entered her mind like a flash of lightning, "See there! how the poor heathen worship and sacrifice to their gods, while I, having the true God, do neither worship nor serve him!" This was the thorn that first caused her heart to bleed, and from that moment, until she became a rejoicing Christian, she found no rest for her aching breast.

God's ways are not our ways! Let those who take an interest in missionary meetings go on in their efforts, persuaded that thus they may stir the hearts of God's children to compassion and prayer for the heathen, and may also be blest to save souls at home. The sight of idols was made thus to affect that woman. Who can tell how many more have been cut to the heart by what they have seen and heard on such occasions!

DUNBAR JUVENILE MISSIONARY SOCIETY. WE are glad to observe, by the seventeenth annual Report just received, that this little Society continues to prosper. We trust there are very many such throughout the Church, though they do not all appear in tidy little printed papers like this. Though the Dunbar Sabbath Schools are by no means among the largest, the sum of £4, 4s. 1d. has last year been raised, and distributed among the schemes of the Church. We believe that if like persevering pains were taken by ministers and teachers throughout all our congregations, a large sum would be added yearly to

our mission funds. We subjoin a hymn, with which the Report concludes, written for the occasion:

"How sweet it is to serve the Lord,

And find the comfort of his word!
How sweet to give him ali the heart,
And choose the good, the heavenly part!

"Lord Jesus, thou art all to me;

I choose, I love, I follow thee;
Living, I to thy bosom fly;

And would be near thee when I die.

"While in the body I remain,

I strive the eternal crown to gain;
But teach me how to strive and toil,
And crown me with thy glorious spoil.

"I am a little child, but thou

Wilt set thy seal upon my brow.

O seal me, Lord, whom I adore,

And make me thine for evermore!-J. D."

A BOASTER HUMBLED.

THOMAS WALES liked nothing better than a sharp knife and a piece of soft fir wood. He was often seen perched upon the fence near his father's barn, whittling away, apparently at the height of enjoyment. It would seem a foolish manner of spending time, if all he had done had been to sharpen sticks, and make shavings for the wind to blow away; but he was always contriving some little machine-a wind-mill, water-wheel, or the like—and this was very well.

But Thomas had one great fault. He was far from perfect in other respects, it is true; but his greatest failing was boasting, or, as the boys sometimes call it, bragging, and it frequently led him to say what was false. So he used to tell great stories about his knifewhere it came from-what it cost-what he could do with it. "No boy ever had so sharp a knife."

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