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mother,' returned the brother. But why you had all been good children during my have you been troubled so long? why did absence. You cannot tell how this matter you not come to me before?'

has grieved us both.' * Because I thought Rose would be angry; “I think it may have been partly my and now, if I go and tell, perhaps it will fault, mother,' put in Walter; ‘for I asked seem unkind to her.'

my sisters to come out into the field.' “Come with me, Amy,' said Walter, 'and *No, no, cried Amy, “it was not Walter's we will speak to Rose first; but whatever fault; he is never naughty.' she says, nothing must stop your confessing Rose too defended her eldest brother, to mother.'

and said the blame lay with Robert, because So they went together to Rose, and tried he had advised them to disobey their to persuade her to confess the fault, which mother, while Walter never knew what she had been adding to all this time by orders she had given. trying to hide it. However, she had hard- Robert looked very sulky. His mother ened herself so much by this time, that spoke seriously to him, and told him that nothing could lead her to follow her he ought to be ashamed of having led his sister's example.

sisters to do wrong; but she also told Rose So Walter took Amy back to the house, that Robert's leading was no excuse for her. and left her alone with her mother, that she Little Amy was much happier after this might tell the whole story. She did it with confession, She had blamed no one but tears and sobs, for she could no longer keep herself, and now that her mother had freely ber feelings to herself.

forgiven her, and shown her that God would “You are a good child for telling me all be angry with her no longer, her heart felt this,' said Mrs. Turner ; but I must have lighter. the others up, and hear what they have to *Thank you, thank you, dear Walter,

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' say. So Robert and Rose were called, and she cried, as they were playing together in Walter returned with them.

the meadow; “you always tell me what is Mrs. Turner spoke sternly to Rose. 'I right.' knew all about it,' she said, hefore Amy

CHAPTER VI. told me; for I had found out that you left the schoolroom ten minutes or more before ALL were sitting together in the drawingthe hour at which I gave you leave to go room that evening, when Mr. Turner out.'

asked his children if they had been thinking The children all looked at one another of the party, which had been talked of for in surprise, and and Robert whispered to the next day.

Oh, yes!' they cried; we have been Mother always knows what we are about; thinking of it all the afternoon, and we you might have been sure you would be want to know who is coming.' found out.'

• Perhaps,' said the father, ‘you will be ‘But Rose,' added her mother, your surprised to hear that the party is given up. deceit has been quite as bad a fault as your We meant you to have a great treat, but disobedience perhaps worse. You have great treats are for good children, and there really told a lie two or three times, for seems to be only one among you who has you said both to your father and to me that been quite good the last two days.' And

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as he spoke he glanced at his eldest son. drag over it a frame, something like a cartAmy felt very proud of her brother at that wheel laid on its side, till all the grains moment, and sidling up to him put her were beaten out. The Jews were told hand in his.

always to let the oxen eat some corn while • It has been a grave fault,' continued they were threshing it out, for God is kind Mr. Turner, that the other three have

to everything that lives, and we should be committed ; in fact, there have been more

so too.

After the corn was threshed, the faults than one. But I hope with all my chaff was blown away by the wind, made by heart that we shall never hear of such a the flapping back and forward of a large thing again. I am sorry that Walter should fan. lose his pleasure because the others have done wrong.'

WINTER. Oh, never mind!' said Walter. I don't care a bit about it.'

HERE'S a flower

the hill, * There is one thing,' returned his father, you have the satisfaction of knowing that

The summer bird has left its bough, you have not been in the wrong, and of

Bright child of sunshine, singing now feeling too that you have given good advice

In spicy lands beyond the sea. to-day to your little sister.'

There's stillness in the harvest-field, The evening was passed very silently; no And blackness in the mountain-glen; one was inclined for games, and no one And cloud that will not pass away had anything lively to talk about. Amy From the hill-top for many a day, was all the while dreading to be alone with And stillness round the homes of men. her sister at bed-time, for she quite expected to have a scolding. But however

The old mill hath an older look; that might be, she was very glad that she had

The lonely place is yet more dreary: done what she had. No scolding could be

They go not now, the young and old, half so bad as the feeling that God was

Slow wandering on by wood and wold, angry with her.

The air is damp, the winds are cold, (Concluded in our next.)

And summer paths are wet and weary.

In rich men's halls the fire is piled, MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST. And robes of fur keep out the weather ;

In poor men's huts the fire is low,
THRESHING.

Through broken panes the keen winds blow,

And old and young are cold together. from the ears, the corn is said to be threshed.' In England this is done by

Oh! poverty's disconsolate; means of a flail, that is, two heavy sticks

Its pains are many, its foes are strong: joined together at one end with a short The rich man in his jovial cheer, piece of very strong leather. Sometimes

Wishes 'twas Winter through the year; it is done by a threshing machine. When The poor man, through his wants profound, the corn was threshed out in the land of

With all his little children round, Canaan it was first spread out on a flat part

Prays God that Winter be not long. of the field, and then oxen were made to

MARY HOWITT.

WHEN the grains of corn are beaten

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"WAIT A MINUTE.' Stop, then, on the brink of wrong-doing, HERE is an old proverb, if

if you have been foolish enough to get so and a very good one, that far. - Time and tide wait for A horseman once rode to the very edge no man.'

of a precipice. A minute more, and Le That means -if a man

expected to be dashed to pieces ; but the has the chance of bettering horse backed in that one minute, and he his condition, and lets it

was saved. go by, the chance may It is far wiser to keep at a distance never come again.

from temptation, and wiser still to place Perhaps a vessel can only be launched at yourself every day under the guidance the turn of the tide, and if the captain does and protection of God's Holy Spirit. He not seize that precious moment the tide will hold in check the sinful desires of turns, and the vessel has to be left behind. your heart, and enable you to overcome For the tide will not wait, nor the time

them.

Let your prayer continually be, either. Still there are seasons when our ‘Hold Thou me up, and I shall be safe' motto would prove a wholesome one, when (Ps. cxix. 117). • Create in me a clean it would be a good thing to wait a minute :- heart, O God, and renew a right spirit

, When you are about to make an angry within me (Ps. li. 10). "Order my steps reply. Your blood is up, and you could in Thy word : and let not any iniquity have say a cutting thing. But don't do it. dominion over me' (Ps. cxix. 133). The irritation will go off if you have a little patience. Grievous words stir up

AN INDIAN FABLE. anger. It is better to wait a minute.

From the French, When you are tempted to do a wrong – HOSOEVER,' our Blessed Lord said, it may be to lie, or to steal-Satan is

“shall give a cup of cold water to hurrying you on, because he does not wish one of these little ones, verily I say unto He knows that if you re

you he shall not lose his reward.' will not do it. But do not be This precept of Christian charity is driven into sin blindfold. Wait a minute. illustrated by the following Indian story.

When you are going to spread a report There was once a prince named Kurrna, about your neighbour. It will do him

who every morning used to distribute in harm, arid you do not know whether it is alms a handful of gold pieces. He died true. You have not bad time to search and was received into Paradise. into the matter. And yet the tale is on There he saw that he was surrounded your tongue. But you had better not. by mountains of gold. One of the guardians Wait a minute.

of the celestial abode said to him,That minute waited will often save you * All these riches are thine; the gold from evil, It may give your passion time that you distributed upon the earth has to cool. You may be able to put up a secret multiplied itself in Heaven.' prayer, 'Lead me not into temptation.' However, the prince was hungry and You may call to mind the commandment, thirsty. He asked the guardian for food, Thou shalt not bear false witness against who said to him,thy neighbour.'

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had given to eat and to drink to those who were hungry and thirsty, that which you gave would have now been multiplied here as your gold is. Do you remember ever to have given a charity of this nature ?'

After a long time of reflection Kurrna answered,

'I remember that one day, whilst one of my neighbours was giving a feast to the poor, a starving man came to me and asked me where the banquet was being held. I pointed it out to him with my finger.'

“This good action,' replied the guardian, shall not remain without its reward. Suck the finger with which you pointed out the banquet to the poor man.'

Kurrna put his finger to his mouth, and his hunger and thirst were at once appeased.

Then he said to himself, If, for having only shown with the finger a hospitable house to an unfortunate person,

I rewarded, what must be the reward of those who cause the poor to sit down at their tables ?'

C. S. C.

Minnie! my sweetest thought for years,

That's cheered me many a day, Is the memory of the mother

Who taught me first to pray. Minnie! do you remember

Your gentle mother too, Whose only grief in dying

Was the thought of leaving you?
Ah, Minnie! little Minnie!

When at the close of day
You kneel beside your little bed

Your evening prayer to say ;
Then pray to God to aid thee

To keep thy mother's vow,
That sin's dark shadow may not rest

Upon thy fair young brow. * Remember thy Creator!'

These words were kindly given,
Even as a Father's band that leads

His little ones to Heaven.
Ah, Minnie! closely hold His hand

As through life's path you roam : Though rough and stormy be the way,

'Twill safely lead you Home. And when they lay me by her side,

In the peaceful churchyard there, And you sometimes gaze with tearful eyes

Upon this vacant chair, These words, perchance,your lonely heart

Will soothe 'mid grief and pain: Think, darling, we who loved you here

Will meet with you again. Good night, my little Minnie !

You're weary now, I know ;Yes, twine your arms around me,

And kiss me ere you go ;
Then hie thee to thy chamber-

Another day is gone;
Good night, my precious Minnie !

God bless thee, little one!

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