me new was “Oh! yes,” was again the answer. Do you read?" “Oh! yes." " And what book did you learn from?" “And who was your schoolmaster ?" “Oh! I never at school.” Here was a singular case -a boy could read and spell without a book master; But what was the fact? Another little sweep a little older than himself, had taught him to read by showing him the letters over the shop-doors which they passed as they went through the city. His teacher, then, was a little sweep like himself; and his book, the sign boards on the houses. What may not be done by trying? or a “every word of it. Oh! it was so droll.” And can you tell what day it was when the tailor brought home your clothes?" “Yes, it was last Tuesday week, at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was waiting for him.” “Then I will only ask you one more question. What was the text last Sunday morning?" Alas! Robert could not tell. “ Ah, Robert! Robert !" said Mr. Rawlins, - this is too much the case with all They are more interested in their own pleasures than in God's Word, and think twice as much of this world as they do of a better." If Robert had felt as much interest in text and sermon in the funny story and the new clothes, he would not have forgotten it. Do any men. THE THREE QUESTIONS. as “ Robert,” said Mr. Rawlins, as his little boy put on his cap to go out to play, can you remember the tale that your uncle told us this day fortnight?" “Yes," said Robert, of find it hard to remember texts ? be hard, but it is not impossible ? Try! It may our sal - va-tion, 'Tis flow-ing full and free. I will sing the story, How Jesus died for me, My boast shall ever be. I will sing the story The story of his death : And died to give us rest. I will sing the story Of pardon, peace and love ; A home of rest above. Poetry. ONLY A WORD. A FRIVOLOUS word, a sharp retort, A parting in angry haste, Has set on a barren waste, A frivolous word, a sharp retort, A moment that blots out years, To break in a spray of tears; A frivolous word, a sharp retort, A flash from a passing cloud, Two hearts are scathed to their inmost core, Are ashes and dust for evermore. Two faces turned to the crowd, Masked by pride with a life-long lie, To hide the scars of that agony. A frivolous word, a sharp retort, An arrow at random sped, Sweet love lies bleeding or dead. A frivolous word, a sharp retort, Alas! for the loves and lives As a whirlwind rends and rives, A frivolous word, a sharp retort, Alas! that it should be so? Have brought to the world more woe All the Year Round. HAPPY EVERYWHERE. There are ills which all must share ; Have each their weights of care- Will be happy everywhere. |
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