Bell never knew how often he had been within hearing when she went through her tales by Mrs. Pottinger's bedside; but this man, too, had once been young, and had gone for a while to a Sunday-school, and gone, perhaps, to church, and had then heard some such words, and something good and tender woke in him at the recollection.

There are heathens in our England, as savage and untaught as any in the wilds of Africa; and there are worse still,-poor creatures who have once heard the truth, and then been led in the paths of wickedness and carelessness to forget what they knew, and so become worse than before. (To be continued.)

'FORGIVE AND FORGET.'

I SHAN'T play with Jessie Somers

any more,' said little Ada Steele to her mother one day, when a favourite companion had made her angry. 'She trampled on my garden, and broke down my beautiful pink rose, and I'll never forgive her never!'

The angry feeling rested in Ada's mind all evening. In spite of her mother's words, in spite of being reminded of Jesus Who forgave even His enemies, and Who loved those who were so unkind to Him, the little girl looked hard and unyielding, and only repeated her intention never-never to play with Jessie again.'

You will scarcely wonder that Ada was not happy, and thought herself the most ill-used little girl in all England, because Jessie had spoiled her pink rose.

Jessie was sorry enough for doing it. She was a wilful, passionate child, still younger than Ada Steele; but one good thing about her was, that she was very penitent when she had done wrong, and at that very time she was sobbing bitterly over her naughtiness.

Bed-time came, and Ada was undressed, but she felt very little inclined to say her prayers; however, she began as fast as possible, and got quickly through them with out one single thought of God in her angry little heart. She meant to go to sleep directly, but somehow she couldn't. She said it was so hot, but I think it was the Holy Spirit making her conscience say stern things to her.

At length Ada could hold out no longer; she burst into bitter sobbings, which brought her mother to her side, and then she owned that she was unhappy. So very unhappy, because she had not forgiven Jessie when she said her prayers.'. When Mrs. Steele had talked to her and made her, in simple words, beg for God's pardon, Ada was happier and soon fell asleep; but before her eyes closed she had made a little plan for pleasing Jessie: her very own strawberries were ripe, her own plants which she had so carefully watered. Certainly there were not many, but she would pick every one, and take them to Jessie before church time next morning.

Bright sunshine, the sweet song of birds and chiming of bells, ushered in the Sunday morning, and Ada Steele's bright face beamed as she took the little basket of fruit in both hands and trotted across the churchyard path by her mother's side to see Jessie.

But they met half-way, for little sorrowful Jessie was coming to make it up' with Ada, and to promise never to be unkind again.

"Take them, Jessie; they are from my own plants for you. I picked them on purpose, and I'm sorry I didn't forgive you."

Moderato.

TRINITY SUNDAY.

ON Trinity Sunday we worship, that is

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adore, or praise the Holy Trinity, the Three Persons in One God. We praise the Father Who created us and preserves us, Who gives us all things that we enjoy, and Who spared His Own Son, Whom He dearly loved, to come to earth for our sakes. We praise the Son, Who left His beautiful home above to live among sinful men, and die a cruel death to save us. We praise the Holy Ghost, Who stoops to dwell in our hearts, and to fight for us and with us against all sin.

The holy angels in Heaven fall down before this great God, and veil their faces because of His Majesty, while they sing loud songs of praise.* And the Saints, those holy ones who have served God faithfully in this life, and are gone to live in His presence, delight to do Him honour.†

Yet this good God hearkens to the voices of little children, and is pleased to accept their praises.‡

Oh! think of this when on Trinity Sunday you sing, 'Glory be to the Father, and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.' And when, in the midst of the congregation, you chant, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth: Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty of Thy glory;' remember that you are joining in the song of saints and angels. And be sure that God will graciously hear you as well as them if lift you up, not your voices only, but your hearts.

THE STORK.

E. L.

'Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times. . . but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.' (Jer. viii. 7.)

The Stork is one of the most notable of migratory birds; and its arrival and departure occur with a precision which did not escape the notice of the inspired writer. It belongs to the wading tribes, and usually lays its eggs, which are of a yellowish-white, in marshy places, where it is very useful in destroying the reptiles and insects which abound there. The stork inhabits Europe, Asia, and Africa, but has never been seen in America. It very seldom visits the British Isles; but on the Continent it is well known. It returns every year with

out fail to Germany and Holland, and is gladly welcomed as the messenger of spring. In those countries the bird frequently builds in high chimneys and gable-ends of houses; and, returning to the same spot year after year, finds her nest undisturbed.

When about to migrate, all the storks from the surrounding districts assemble in one spot, sometimes to the number of many hundreds, making, when they meet, a great clattering with their beaks. As soon as they are all ready they move up noiselessly in the air, and are quickly lost sight of in the loftiness of their flight.

In our picture we have the common stork in a state of repose, standing, as is usual, on one leg, with its head down, so that the long neck is hidden. The beautiful white plumage is set off by the large black wings and red beak.

One charming feature in this bird is the

strong affection that there is between the

parents and the children. As soon as the young are able to fly the parents exercise them by degrees, taking them at first on their own wings for short flights round the nest. E. L.