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WE measured the riotous baby

And the dear little hands, like roseleaves

Dropped from a rose, lay still, Never to snatch at the sunshine

• That crept to the shrouded sill!

Against the cottage wall:A lily grew at the threshold,

And the boy was just as tall! A royal tiger lily,

With spots of purple and gold, And a heart like a jewelled chalice,

The fragrant dew to hold. Without the blue-birds whistled

High up in the old roof-trees, And to and fro at the window

The red rose rocked her bees; And the wee pink fists of the baby

Were never a moment still, Snatching a shine and shadow

That danced on the lattice-sill!

We measured the sleeping baby

With ribbons white as snow,
For the shining rosewood casket

That waited him below;
And out of the darkened chamber

We went with a childless moan:
To the height of sinless angels

Our little one had grown!
EMMA ALICE Brown, in the Christian Treasury.


A FATHER was walking one day in the

His eyes were as wide as bluebells,

His mouth like a flower unblown, Two little bare feet, like funny white mice,

Peeped out from his snowy gown : And we thought with a thrill of rapture,

That yet had a touch of pain,
When June rolls around with her roses

We'll measure the boy again.

fields with his two children. The wind was blowing over a fine field of ripe corn, and making the beautiful golden ears wave like the waves of the sea.

'Is it not surprising,' said one of the children, 'that the wind does not break the slender stalks of the corn?'

“My child,' said the father, see how flexible the stalks are! They bend before the wind and rise again when it has passed over them.

See, too, how they help to support each other. A single stalk would be soon bent to the ground, but so many growing close together help to keep each

We should do this also to each other. If we keep together when the troubles of life come on us like a stormy wind, we shall keep each other up when one trying to stand alone would fall.'

Bear ye one another's burdens.'

* Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.' - Children's Paper.

Ah me! in a darkened chamber,

With the sunshine shut away, Through tears that fell like a bitter rain,

We measured the boy to-day; And the little bare feet, that were dimpled

· And sweet as a budding rose, Lay side by side together,

In the hush of a long repose.

other up.

Up from the dainty pillow,

White as the risen dawn, The fair little face lay siniling,

With the light of heaven thereon;

make a whole basketful of good apples THE APPLES.

decay, if you let it lie among the rest. ' GARDENER had an *Well, we will see,' said the gardener; only son, whom he

so give me your basket, and I will lock it had brought up with up in the cupboard.' the greatest care,

William did as he was bid, wondering trying by all the all the wbile what his father meant to do means in his power to change the bad apple into a sound one. to inspire him with A few days later his father called him, and the love of God, bade him look at the apples. They opened

and to protect him the cupboard, and found that three had from every evil temptation. The boy grew already begun to decay. up happy and gentle under his father's “There, father,” said William, 'I knew care. Modest, obedient, and pious, he how it would be: the rotten apple will was the delight of his parents; but it taint all the good ones.' chanced one day that he fell into the com- Have no fears,' said his father ; 'only pany of some vicious youths of his own wait patiently, and you will see them all as age. William, for that was his name, was sound as ever.' And so saying, he put the surprised at language so new to him; yet, basket again on the shelf, and carried away in spite of something which warned him of the key of the cupboard. its sin and danger, he could not help being Another week passed, and again the amused at their sallies of wit, and their press was opened and the basket examined; lively pranks.

After all,' he said to him- but now all the apples were decayed. self, 'if they say or do what is wrong, I William was annoyed at the loss of the need not copy them; nay, who knows that fruit; but his father gravely said to I

may not do them good by my example ? him : and there are few such good-humoured My boy, I knew well enough that and amusing fellows in the whole town as your apples would all soon decay; but I they.'

wished to prove to you how easily one His father soon found out the acquaint- bad companion will corrupt others. What ances which his son had made, and deter- is true of apples, is true also of children mined to give him a lesson. He gathered

He gathered and of men. Now tell me, what sort of seven apples, six being the finest and ripest company were you amusing yourself with a he could find in his garden, and the seventh week or two ago ? With those whose a rotten one.

He placed them all together manners and conversation would as surely in a basket, and gave them to his son. corrupt yours as this one rotten apple has The boy took them with pleasure; but spoiled the beautiful fruit with which it seeing the rotten apple, "How comes this was placed. It is easy for me to replace here?” he said. I will throw it away; these apples with others; but if you once for it will spoil all the others.'

lose your innocence, your piety, and the 'Do nothing of the sort,' said his father; | friendship of God, we cannot as easily 'the others will rather render it sound.' restore them.'

O father,' said William, you are joking; William hung his head, but whispered every one knows that one bad apple will to bis father that his lesson should not be


Published for the Proprietors by W. WELLS GARDNER, 2 Paternoster Buildings, London.

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