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“And Who is that something ?” I asked.

He said, “I do not know."

'I had now gained the point I aimed at, and saw that his reason taught him (though he could not express it), that what begins to be must have a cause; and that what is formed with regularity must have an intelligent cause. I therefore told bim the name of the GREAT BEING Who made him, and all the world; concerning Whose adorable nature I gave him such information as I thought he could, in some measure, comprehend. He never forgot the lesson nor what led to it.'

THE LIGHT OF LOVE. • He that loveth his brother abideth in the light .. but he that hateth his brother is in darkness.'

1 John, ii. 10, 11.

R. BEATTIE of Aber

deen, wishing to impress on the mind of his son, a little boy about six years of age, the truth that God made him, used the following method: - In the corner of

a little garden,' says the Doctor, without informing any one of it, I wrote in the mould, with my finger, the three initial letters of his name; and, sowing gardencresses in the furrows, I covered up the seed, and smoothed the ground. Ten days after this the little boy came running to me, and, with astonishment in his countenance, told me that his name was growing in the garden. I laughed at the story, and seemed inclined to disregard it; but he insisted on my going to see what had happened.

““Yes," said I, carelessly, on coming to the place, “I see it is so. But what is there in this worth notice? is it not mere chance?” And I went away.

* He followed me, and taking bold of my coat said, "It cannot have happened by chance: somebody must have done it."

"“So you think," said I, “ that what appears as the letters of your name cannot be by chance ?"

Yes," said he, “I think so." ““ Look at yourself," I replied, “and observe your hands and fingers, your legs and feet, and other limbs; are they not regular in their appearance, and useful to you?”

• He said they were.

"“Do you think that you came hither by chance?" said I.

""No," he answered, “that cannot be; something must have made me."

FIFTY-ONE, fifty-two,

fifty-two, fiftythree! How much longer would she keep up the game? The ball flew steadily towards the nursery wall, and then bounded off and was dexterously caught in little Milly's practised hands. Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety

three! Milly was in high glee: she had tried many a time without success to reach a hundred ; and now she seemed certain to do it. She did not hear the door behind her open and George come slyly in. “Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninetyeight.' At this breathless moment a rude hand sent the ball out of its course, and a mocking voice cried out :

Not quite a hundred yet, Miss Milly! You must try again. · Nothing like patience and perseverance !'

* You naughty boy ! retorted Milly, turning on George with flaming cheeks and eyes. "How dare you?'


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• How dare I!' was the taunting echo. but it did not cure the evil. George knew * And pray why shouldn't I dare ? What's

his own power, and used it when it suited there to fear ?'

him. The freedom from blame which he You are very ill-natured-an unkind, had as the old nurse's favourite, to him, bad boy,' said Milly, in tears.

were fast moulding him into a tyrant. His Cry, baby, cry!' sneered George. 'You'd father seldom interfered : he was away in better let nurse catch you! Wouldn't she the city all day, and only saw the children give it you for sniffing and snarling like each evening for an hour, or perhaps half that!

an hour, after dinner. Mrs. Douglas was Milly walked silently away to the window, out a good deal too, driving and making which looked out upon the street. How calls, and when at home she did not care to dreary everything seemedno sun shining; have the children much in the drawingno brightness anywhere! But the gloom room with her. If at any time she heard without was nothing to the gloom within- of a squabble between them, she would put a heavy cloud had gathered over the poor the matter on one side, saying, "Well, child's spirit and had shut out all peace and well, that will do;' or 'Let nurse settle gladness. If only there had been anything it;' sometimes she would add some such she could do--any remedy for the evil- reproof as, 'I am surprised you cannot Milly felt she could have borne it better. agree. I think, Milly, you should try But there was no appeal against George. and be more yielding, considering George He was the spoilt favourite of nursery and

is older than you.

And I am not pleased parlour—& sharp, handsome boy, whom that you should get into the habit of everybody but Milly seemed to admire, telling tales of each other.' and whom all the household united in But George did not tell many tales. He humouring and spoiling.

took the law pretty much into his own hands; * He is the eldest, and ought to have a and finding, now they were older, that little of his own way; ''Boys will be boys, Milly's complaints of him became less and and a little bit of mischief does no one any less frequent, and that even when they harm ; ' 'You are a peevish child to cry at were made, met with little attention, he every trifle, and always to be finding fault ruled over the little kingdom of nursery with your brother;' were the answers which and school-room like a boyish tyrant. It met any complaint on Milly's part. “Mas- was not that he was really ill-natured; ter George means no harm,' nurse would but

even grown men need laws and say: "girls ought always to be ready to restraints; and a child left to the guidance give way; boys don't like to be crossed at of his own will is very certain to go wrong. every turn-it would crush their spirit if it If Milly opposed him in any way, he thought were allowed.

Go, and try to be more little of giving her a kick or a slap; She good-natured and pleasant; it is your own | is

is a naughty girl, and deserves it,' he would fretful temper that makes things go wrong.' say to himself; "she ought to do what I Sometimes Milly wondered if indeed it tell her-nurse says so.'

And then be were all her own fault; and then she would had a string of taunting names to call her; try hard to please George and not to get and lately be had fallen into the way

of cross if he vexed her. And the effort would telling her to go and tell mother, and make matters a little smoother for the time; laughing at her because she dared not

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So poor little Milly's life was not by any again. 'I hope he won't get the prize he means free from trial; and the worst of it is so anxious about,' she muttered. 'I hope was, that the trial was doing her no good, his side won't win at cricket next Saturday; but much harm. Since there was no one or I hope it will be wet, and then he can't to whom she could speak about it, she brooded over it silently, till it threatened Milly! Milly! Will nothing stop the to spoil all her childish life.

For it was stream of wrath and bitterness in your soul ? not only that George's treatment was some- Have you no prayer to offer for God's help times very hard to bear, and that the in- and comfort? Ah! the child had been taught justice of having to bear it added to the to say her prayers night and morning; bitterness; but there had crept into the but she had never known what it was to little wounded heart the dreadful demon speak to her Heavenly Father in trouble of hate.

- to ask for His guidance in any diffiMilly did not know what a fearful guest culty; for His grace to help her towards she had in her breast, as she sat that gloomy patience under trial. afternoon at the nursery window, looking But it was God's own sunshine which down upon the passers-by and wondering if broke out at this moment and threw a golden any of the little girls tripping so lightly patch of light upon the nursery wall, drawalong had such a wicked brother as George, ing away Milly's eyes from the window and and whether, if they had, all the world was some of the shadows from her heart. How ready to defend and praise him. She had she loved the yellow-gleam that would thus checked her tears under George's taunt; and often steal into the nursery towards sunnow, though she was once more alone, her set! The square of vivid brightness was eyes were dry and burning: she was too to her childish fancy like the open door of angry to cry, though a great lump seemed Heaven, and she did not wonder that the to rise again and again to her throat. I angels were happy living in such glory,

nor that the glitter of their white robes she said to herself. “I was happy enough should be too dazzling for mortal sight. when George was at school at Hastings. •I should like to go to Heaven, she Dear me! I wish he went there still, or thought: 'I should be happy then.' that he might be a boarder at Doctor Hill's. Poor child! is there none to show you I used to like play-hours best then, but that with a heart full of anger and hatred now the only happy time in the day is you would not be happy even in Heavenwhen I am with Miss Simpson. I don't that you would still be in darkness, since believe any other girl is as miserable as the light of Heaven is the Light of Love, I am. I almost wish I were dead, or that and only he who loveth his brother can George

abide in that Light? She stopped there with a start. She

(To be continued.) knew it was a very wicked thing to wish any one dead; and no! she did not wish that even for George. But oh! she did

! wish he could be sent away for a long, long time: she thought she should be glad if she were sure she should never see him

wonder whether I shall ever be happy again, no

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