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sort. I do wish you and Edgar could get making such a fuss with him as you do. on better. What has been the matter? Don't bother me: I'm going for a walk
• Matter! why, he struck me;' and the down to the river. I shan't come bome till boy turned a crimson cheek towards his Laurie's in bed.' sister, on which there was the mark of a Poor Alice! she knew it was useless to blow quite plainly to be seen.
plead for her pet then; Edgar was in one of Alice looked grieved and her eyes glist- his ill moods; she must wait till it had ened with tears; it was the first time she passed and he was his own kind self again, had ever known Edgar raise his hand against before she could make peace between the his brother.
brothers. You must have done something very Mr. Herbert came home at tea-time, and provoking, Laurie dear; tell me what it was.' made a passing inquiry for Edgar — but no
I only put in a few caricatures in his more questions were asked, though any one drawing; he could rub them out in a couple might have guessed, by Laurie's moody of seconds. He had gone down to the fruit- tones, and Alice's pale, sad face, that somegarden to pick cherries, and it came into thing was wrong. my head to do it-it was only a lark.' When tea was over, Alice went up to her
'I quite believe you meant it for “a own room, and, leaning from the window, lark," as you say, Laurie, but it wasn't one gave herself up for a while to her sad to Edgar. You know how he loves his thoughts. There were so many difficulties pictures, and works by night and day so as in her daily path-so many cares which to get on before father sends him abroad to pressed upon her at her early age, that study for an artist. You shouldn't have there were times when she could almost cry done it,' said Alice.
out, 'It is more than I can bear.' Well, I'm sorry, and I'd have told him And now, if there was not to be peace so if he hadn't struck me. I won't stand it.' amongst themselves, what could she do?
Edgar is putting up his pencils-you've how could she keep the promise she had upset him for the afternoon,' said Alice, made to her dying mother, to try and looking from the window; ‘go and tell him comfort all, and help the boys so to live you're sorry, Laurie dear; don't let any that they might all meet her in Heaven coldness creep up amongst us.
one day? much younger, you ought to make an Alice longed for a wiser head and a apology to Edgar.
stronger heart than her own to guide her, *Catch me doing it,' responded Laurie. but she knew there was always God to help 'I tell you, I would if he hadn't hit me. and teach her, and in His strength she must He must say he's sorry.'
strive to do her daily duty. Alice went out into the garden to her So she grew braver and calmer, and there eldest brother, and put her hand on his arm. was a trustful look in her eyes as she raised
‘You won't be vexed with Laurie; will them to watch the sun sinking low in the you, dear?' she began, but Edgar shook her west, and the sky turning from crimson to off angrily.
gray; then she put on a hat, and wrapped 'Ill-behaved, tiresome little monkey!' he a shawl round her, and went out at the exclaimed; "that boy's getting a perfect garden-gate and over the fields to look for nuisance, Alice, and it's partly your fault Edgar.
MATHEW MOLÉ, President of the
She found him leaning against a stile I don't wonder you hit me, I deserved it, on his way home, looking downcast and and
But the elder lad stopped vexed still, as he asked her almost angrily bim. what she wanted.'
"Say no more, Laurie; I was cross, and "It was dull at home, and so I came to I'm ashamed of myself. I should ask you meet you,' she said gently; "and Laurie to forgive me. has gone to bed with a head-ache.'
And then the two boys exchanged a 'I wish it may keep him there then, hearty kiss just as they had done years said Edgar; “troublesome,mischierous little before, until they began to think it silly monkey, spoiling the picture I had slaved and girlish: and leaving Laurie to sleep at so hard !
with a lightened heart, Edgar followed his Not spoiled, was it, Edgar?'
sister downstairs again ; but before she Well- no, I can put it right. But opened the parlour door, he said, “ Alice; wasn't it enough to provoke a fellow, Alice ?' if our mother could speak to you to-night, Alice smiled-she saw Edgar was I think she would
66 Blessed turning to his old self.
are the peace-makers.” * Quite, but there surely was more than enough to control “ a fellow."" ?
GOOD FOR EVIL. • How, what do you mean, Alice? You would have been vexed yourself.' • Just think, he's so young, and he was
Parliament of Paris, was a magismother's darling, and she trusted so to you, trate, who was admired for his courage Edgar. She knew you were good and and firmness. At the head of the Parliasteady, and so much older, that she felt
ment he once proceeded to the palace of quite sure you would be kind and patient the Queen Regent to ask her to set at with Laurie.'
liberty two men who had been unlawfully Edgar flushed, and then his eyes wandered arrested. A crowd collected, not knowing the same way Alice's were turning—towards the cause of the proceeding; one of the the churchyard some little way off, where most furious stopped the carriage, and adtheir mother's grave was the mother who dressed him with atrocious threats. had loved her three children so tenderly. The next morning a man came to him
'I was wrong, Alice; it shall never, by and said, “I know who it was who treated God's help, be so again. I will try and
with so much insolence. He is a curb my hasty temper; poor little Laurie!' chemist who is my neighbour.' And then the brother and sister went Molé sent at once for this man;
he silently home.
arrived very much terrified. Laurie is awake; come up and see him, • I see that I am recognised; I implore whispered Alice to her brother, when she
your indulgence. found him a little later by himself in the
Molé was unwilling to amuse himself parlour. And Edgar rose up at once and with his fright. followed her.
'I sent for you,' he said to him, “to warn • Edgar,' began Laurie, sitting upright you that you have a very malicious neighin bed, “I've been lying awake hoping you'd bour. Beware of him! Farewell.' come home. I want to tell I want to tell you I'm sorry.
C. S. C.
TALES ON TEXTS.
Oh, the pen dipped in too far; see, the
holder is all over, too.' TIIE HEDGE OF THORNS.
And couldn't you have wiped it ?• The way of the slothful... is as an hedge of thorns.'
bere's the pen-wiper close at your elbow. Prov. xv. 19.
What a sad lazy boy you are, Clement ! CHAPTER I.
Your idleness will lead you into all kinds T is quite impossible, I can- of faults, if you don't mind. It is already
not write such an exercise; beginning to make a sloven of you : why, it is a great deal too difficult you haven't washed your face, I'm sure, for me,' grumbled Clement
since you came in from school.' Harley, pushing his book “I thought I'd do that just before tea, from him in disgust, and lazily and get on with my exercise first.'
scribbling over a sheet of blot- * And you haven't even begun it. Oh, ting-paper. Gradually even this profitless Clement ! Clement ! you will never do any employment became too fatiguing for him ; good all your life if you go on like this.' and, resting his elbows on the table and But it's so hard, mother.' his chin upon his hands, he stared vacantly Everything is hard to an indolent out of the window. If he had been asked person. Solomon says that “the way of at the end of a quarter of an hour what the slothful is as an hedge of thorns." he had been thinking of all this time, he Energy and trying soon get over difficulties; would probably have answered— Nothing.' dawdling never yet did anything. If the And though that perhaps was impossible, if exercise is hard, all the more reason for we may dignify with the name of thinking working steadily at it. You have quite as the mere suffrance of ideas as they float good abilities as Harry, and see how much idly through the brain, still it is certain better he gets on than you.' that no idea was retained, and that Clement, Clement drew his books towards him if questioned, could have given no rational once more, and read over carefully the rule account of his musings.
he had to write upon: really it seemed! The entrance of his mother into the pretty easy after all; and he took up his room roused him.
pen and wrote a word or two, but no more. What are you doing, Clement ?' she in- At this early stage of the proceedings, quired. Learning your lessons, I hope?' Tartar,' a favourite dog, came bounding
I've got my exercise ready to begin, in at the open window, and this was a mother; but it's too hard, I can't manage it.' temptation Clement had no force to resist. Have you tried ?'
Soon the two were playing on the floor 'I've been looking at it, but I can't together, and the exercise was altogether make it out at all.'
forgotten. Presently it suited Tartar to But I suppose you will have to write gallop off into the garden; so off Clement it, so you had better set about it at once. galloped after him, only coming in again Dr. Green or Mr. Jones—whoever gave you
when the tea-bell rang. the exercise-must know pretty well by this Still not washed !' said his mother at | what you are capable of. You ought to the first sight of him, and he was dismissed have written a good deal by the look of to make himself neat before sitting down your fingers, they are covered with ink.' to table.