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Little Walterwanted every In a pretty tow non
the one to know of the precious shores of Long Island, in
love of Jesus.
THE PEGS OUT."
gaged the services of a son in his missionary box. of the Emerald Isle, sent Though he was a good him out
morning to boy and loved to pray, he harrow a piece of ground. liked a game of play with He had not worked long bethe village boys. But what
fore nearly all the teeth ever he did he did it with all came out of the harrow. his might. He was always in Presently the farmer went his place at the Sunday- out into the field to take school.''
notes of Pat's progress, and One day he said to his asked him how he liked, mother, “ Mother I have ten
harrowing. "Oh!”replied dollars in my little box, and
Pat; “ it goes a bit smoother I want two boxes made and
now the pegs are out.' put on either side of the Sunday-school. I love Jesus SELYISH POLITENESS, and I want my money, added " HERE, Alfred, is an apple. to that which the children 1. Divide it politely with your will give, to go-towards edu- little sister." ** How shall cating an African child to be I divide it politely, mamma?” a missionary. His wishes
“ Give the larger part to the were carried out. A black
other person, my child." boy in Africa was thus sup - Alfred handed the apple to ported, and trained, and the
little sister, saying is now telling the good
“Here, sis, you divide it news to the poor Africans.
ELSIE'S SHILLING. “PAPA, it is my birthday,”
Said little Elsie Gray,
Where the children were at play. “Mamma called me this morning,
To give me,-only think,
And my name in purple ink. “ She said that I must read in
A little every day,
Before I kneel to pray.”
papa said, as he smiled,
Is that not it my child?” “Oh, yes !” cried little Elsie;
“Papa you've guessed quite right."
He laid a shilling bright.
When snug that night in bed,
With covers bright and red.
The day after Elsie's birthday,
Was a Sunday you must know. Novi Elsie was fond of Sunday,
And to chapel loved to go. There preached that day a minister,
She ne'er before had heard ; And he talked so very gently,
She listened every word. He told about the heathen
Who did not know of God, Thousands of little children
Who could not read His Word. He said that all good people
Their very best should do,
And missionaries too.
He said, “ Now wont you try
To put a few pence by?
And you'll be glad you've given-
A little child to heaven.
Which in her pocket lay;
Had given her yesterday. She thought of many pretty things,
She wished so much to buy. Then of the poor lost heathen,
And softly said “ I'll try.” So when the box came round,
Elsie with tender care, Dropped in the precious shilling,
Then bowed her head in prayer,
She on His altar laid.