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We love the grey old steeple,
UP IN THE BELFRY.
DO JUSTLY. ,
GROCER of the city of Where we are free to dwell;
Smyrna had a son, who We love its oaken timbers,
with the help of a little And the weather-beaten bell;
learning rose to the post And the mighty wheels that circle
of deputy to the mayor Beside the belfry bars,
of that city, and as such Where we roost till evening calls us
visited the markets and Abroad, beneath the stars.
inspected the weights and We love the hoary steeple,
measures of all the retail Despite its noisy clock;
dealers. One day, as this officer was going Despite the brawny ringers,
his rounds, the neighbours who knew enough Who make the belfry rock.
of his father's character to suspect he might Here in its gloom and shadow,
stand in need of the caution, advised him to So kind to owlish eyes,
shift bis weights for fear of the worst; but We wait till the sun is setting
the old cheat, thinking that his son would And the stars are in the skies.
never expose him to a public affront, laughed
at their advice, and stood calmly at his shopLaugh not at our grimaces,
door waiting for his coming. The deputy, Nor call us dull and odd,
however, knew the dishonesty and unfair But come and watch us sailing
dealing of his father, and resolved to make When the dew is on the sod,
an example of him; so he stopped at his A white thing in the darkness,
door, and said to him, “Good man, fetch That frightens foolish Will,
your weights, that we may examine them.' i As it flashes quickly by him
Instead of obeying, the grocer would On wings so soft and still.
fain have put it off with a laugh, but he And now, dear little children,
soon found that his son was serious, by Who on our portrait gaze,
hearing him order the officers to search his Don’t laugh at queer old people,
shop, and by seeing them bring out his Nor quiz ungainly ways;
weights and scales, which, after examinaBe blind to others' failings,
tion, were openly condemned and broken But all their virtues own,
He then hoped that his son And, when you climb our steeple,
would spare him all further punishment of Leave us poor owls alone.
his crime; but on the contrary, the deputy G.S.O. made it as severe as possible, for he sen
tenced him to a fine of fifty piastres, and
to receive a bastinado of as many blows on WHAT A CHILD CANNOT FORGET.
the soles of his feet. I FORGET a great many things which
All this was executed upon the spot; have happened in the year,' said a after which the deputy, leaping from his little girl, the tears running down her horse, threw himself at his father's feet, cheeks; but I can't forget the angry words and, with tears, addressed him thus:I spoke to my dear dead mother.'
Father, I have discharged my duty to
my God, my sovereign, my country, and my station ; permit me now, by my respect and submission, to pay the debt I owe my parent. Justice is blind; it is the power of God on earth; it has no regard to father or son. God and our neighbours' rights are above the ties of nature. You bad offended against the laws of justice; you deserved this punishment; you would in the end have received it from some other; I am sorry it was your fate to receive it from me. My conscience would not suffer me to act otherwise. Behave better for the future, and instead of blaming, pity my being forced to so cruel a necessity.'
This done, the deputy mounted his horse and again continued his journey, amidst the praises of the whole city for so extraordinary a piece of justice. The Sultan, when he heard of it, advanced him to the post of mayor ; from whence by degrees he rose to still higher honour.
(Concluded from p. 327.)
berries, and for the first few minutes the boys forgot all about both pudding and pie, and ate all they gathered ; but soon Bob began to fill
the basket. They gathered all that were within their reach, and then one boy let the other stand on his back and gather the high ones. This was done by turns, as it was rather hard work, and Donald settled that Bob was a very heavy boy, while Bob could not help thinking that Donald was not a feather. Neither of them-out of politeness, most likelymade any remark upon the subject, though both were glad when the high ones were gathered and they could sit down and rest.
They must have sat upon the bank, resting, for some time, for when Donald suddenly thought of Bessie and looked up at the country timepiece, the sun, he saw that it had sunk down in the west, leaving only a crimson glow upon the sky and the hill-tops as traces of its glory.
Bob, how late it is!'
Getting fast on for six, I should think,' said Bob, glancing up over his head.
“And there's Bessie waiting for me! Let's hurry home, Bob.'
Is Bessie alone?' Oh, she's used to that,' said Donald. And she's so fond of blackberries! Besides, mother will have come in about five to get her tea, so she is not alone.'
That's all right then,' said Bob. But let us hurry home, now,' went on Donald, somewhat eagerly: she will be watching to see me. It is her way: she
URING. a long and varied life I have
had much to do with children, more especially with boys. As a rule, I could predict the future career of a boy by noting his conduct towards his mother. Boys who were dutiful and affectionate toward their mothers have usually turned out well. Unkind and disobedient lads I have usually found to become bad men. There seems to be a Divine blessing resting upon loving and obedient children. It is, I am sorry to say, a very common thing for school lads to ridicule a boy who consults the wishes and obeys the counsels of his mother. It requires great moral courage to resist such ridicule, but those boys are wise and brave who do so.
always watches for me coming home from 'Why did you leave her?' And as be threw school, and the time will seem long.' himself down upon the turf, with the scalding
• I dare say it will if she's been watching tears brimming in his eyes, he felt as if his all the time we have been gone,' said Bob. heart was breaking and he longed to die.
So the two boys started off homewards, Was Bessie dead? And did she die alone running the chief part of the way. At -all alone ? Gentle, long-suffering Bessie, Donald's gate they parted, and Donald, so trustful, so loving : his sister, his playcarrying his offering of ripe berries for mate, his friend! Bessie, who, when she Bessie, hurried in. Bessie, he felt sure, was strong and well, thought only of would forgive his long absence when she pleasing others! Unselfish Bessie! whose saw he had remembered her.
every wish was with his wish, who never It was just growing dusk, and in the hurt him by word or deed; and now, was cottage, where the windows are so small, Bessie gone? gone for ever? and had he it was almost dark. Donald shook the refused her one last request? dust off his boots outside, and then lifting Ah! Donald, Donald ! well may you the latch of the door he went in.
cry, 'Why did I leave her?' Why, for a What was the matter? There was some- short time of pleasure, did you forget all thing wrong!
Bessie's unselfish love ? Would she have In the gloaming light he could see the left you so, Donald ? No, your heart antall form of a man, whom he soon knew swers 'No!' Has she not rocked
your cradle was the village doctor, who was bending when scarce more than a babe herself, and over his sister's couch; and then he could waited for hours to see you smile? Who see his mother's form sitting at the head taught you to walk, Donald ? and who sat of the bed, holding Bessie's pale face in unwearied and lovingly by your bedside her arms.
when you were ill ? Was she dead ?
Oh, Bessie, Bessie !' wailed forth the The thought flashed like lightning across unhappy boy in his loneliness. “Never, his mind, and he made a step forward. never, would I leave you again: never His mother heard the sound and looked up. would I forget you, Bessie! If you would
Donald, boy, I trusted her to you! but live, I would show you how I love you.' Oh, why did you leave her?'
For a long time he lay there sobbing There was no rebuke in the voice. It upon the turf, until he was aroused by was only a wailing cry wrung from a mo- a gentle tap upon the shoulder. Poor ther's sad heart,
Donald lifted his tear-stained face, and sav Why did you leave her? Why did you the doctor bending over him. leave her?'
Go in, Donald,' said he kindly; she is And Donald turned silently away, and better now: go in.' went out into the garden, repeating the “Better!' said Donald, slowlyand dreamily. words over and over again to himself, Not dead ?' “Why did you leave her? Why did you · Dead l' repeated the doctor ; 'no, not leave her?' He could not ask what had dead! Have you been mourning for her happened, he so feared she was dead; and as dead ?
Poor boy! It is not so bad as he could not bear to hear she was dead. that, and I trust will not be for many a He could only repeat over the same words, day. Bessie is very ill, and it appears that