LITTLE WALTER.

Varieties.

Little Walter wanted every one to know of the precious love of Jesus.

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THE PEGS OUT."

A FARMER, who had en-
gaged the services of a son
of the Emerald Isle, sent
him out one morning to
harrow a piece of ground.
He had not worked long be-
fore nearly all the teeth
came out of the harrow.
Presently the farmer went
out into the field to take
notes of Pat's progress, and
asked him how
he

9 liked

harrowing."Oh!" replied

Pat;

now

"it a bit smoother

pegs

are out."

SELFISH POLITENESS.

"One day he said to his
mother, “Mother I have ten
dollars in my little box, and
I want two boxes made and
put on either side of the
Sunday-school. I love Jesus
and I want my money, added
to that which the children.
will give, to go towards edu-
cating an African child to be
a missionary. His wishes
were carried out. A black
boy in Africa was thus sup-
ported, and trained, and here belon
is now telling the good
news to the poor Africans.

SE
"HERE, Alfred, is an apple.
Divide politely with your
sister." How shall
I divide it politely, mamma?"
"Give the larger part to the
other person, my child."
Alfred handed the apple to
his little sister, saying
"Here, sis, you divide it
yourself."

Rev. A. E. LORD.

I'd be

mission-a-ry;

yes I would

labour, The gos-pel of Christ I'd to sin-ners pro

As

papa came in the nursery, Where the children were at play. "Mamma called me this morning, To give me,-only think, A little Bible, with gilt clasps, And my name in purple ink.

"She said that I must read in
A little every day,

Both in the morning and at eve,
Before I kneel to pray."

Here Elsie stopped for want of breath,

And papa said, as he smiled,

"So now, you want my present,

Is that not it my child?"

"Oh, yes!" cried little Elsie;

"Papa you've guessed quite right." "Here then my love,"-and in her hand,

He laid a shilling bright.

Elsie dreamt about the shilling,

When snug that night in bed,

She thought she bought a story book

With covers bright and red.

The day after Elsie's birthday,
Was a Sunday you must know.
Now 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, To send out many Bibles, And missionaries too.

Then turning to the children,

He said,

Now wont you try

Out of your pocket money,

To put a few pence by?

To send to the poor heathens,

And you'll be glad you've givenA penny, when you know it's helped

A little child to heaven.

Elsie thought about the shilling,
Which in her pocket lay;

The shilling bright which dear papa,
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."

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So when the box came round,
Elsie with tender care,

Dropped in the precious shilling,
Then bowed her head in prayer,
That God would bless the sacrifice
She on His altar laid.

In all the chapel there was not,
A happier little maid.-Annie.