A LOVER OF WATER. excitement of the struggle, blue-bird and robin. His asked : “ What ails you, my low bass chimes with the child ?" orchestra of song in the “O mother!" she exclaim- grass and on the trees; and ed, “I wanted so much to his green back is a reminder take one of the peaches; of what is needed to pay for but I thought I would first the Banner. His round, full ask God if he had any ob- eyes are more fully developjection.” ed than his brain-a fact which may account for his frequently taking a leap in The frog is a hydropath. the dark. He may see furHe has faith in water as a ther than those who dare not follow him in his plunge into beverage, and he uses it freely for bathing purposes. the water.-Youth's TemHe believes in the sitz-bath, perance Banner, the plunge-bath, the douche SWEARING REPROVED, bath, the spray-bath, the shower-bath, and the foun- “HOWARD, the philanthrotain-bath. He is a spry, pist, was standing one day jolly fellow; and although he near the door of a printing keeps late hours, and sings office, when he heard some from sunset until daybreak, dreadful oaths and he is never indebted to stim- from a public-house oppoulants for his song and site. Buttoning his pocket cheerful merits, In the up before he went into the language of one of our hu- street, he said to the workmourists : “He can swim men near him: “I always faster and leap higher, dive do this when I hear men deeper, and come up drier swear, as I think that any than the most active rum one who take God's drinker. In the early spring, name in vain can also steal, his voice, though not so mu- or do anything else that is sical, is almost as welcome bad.” There may be men -when not too near the who swear and would not house--as the voice of the ) steal, and there may be men curses can course. who steal and do not swear; sect sent its feeble offspring but we should not care to to perform. One alone trust either sort. One thing could have little power, it is is certain : if the swearer is true, but millions were mardishonest in nothing else, he shalled, and all the skill of is in this one thing—that he man could not stay their takes from God the honour which is his due. Swearers Such is the power of little are not apt to think much of sins. Perform the same God, though-they-so often act over, for even two or use his name. three times in succession, A profane coachman, point- and the habit is formed.ing to one of his horses, said Young People's Helper. to a pious traveller : "That LIVING AND DYING. horse, sir, knows when I “ Did you ever hear about swear at him.” “ Yes," re John Newton, the celebrated plied the traveller, “and so English preacher?" says does your Maker." The Cousin Carrie, coachman felt the rebuke, “ John Newton, one eveand immediately became ning at a party, mentioned silent. that a young girl had died. LITTLE SINS. “ And how did she die? In a Carolina forest of a asked a young lady. thousand acres you can “ You have forgotten," scarcely find a tree that is replied the good man, “to not dead and crumbling to ask a far more important decay. No fire has swept question." over it, no lightning scathed “Why, sir, what can be those naked, bleaching pines. more important than how This ruin was wrought by a one dies?” little insect's larvæ, no lar- “ Yes," said he, “it is far ger than a grain of rice. more important how one What a hundred axes and lives." accomplish by And so it is. If we live years of hard labour, this well, God will take care that seemingly insignificant in- we die well. AROUND THE THRONE. MATTHEWS. Around the throne of God, in heaven, Thousands of children stand ; Children whose sins are all forgiven, A họ - ly hap-py band, Singing Glory, Glory, Glory be to God on high. See every one arrayed, Singing glory, &c. That heaven so bright and fair, Singing glory, &c. To wash away their sin ; Singing glory, &c. On earth they loved his name; Singing glory, &c. Poetry. GOING HOME. “Will you come with me, my pretty one?” I asked a little child; “Will you come with me and gather flowers?” She looked at me, and smiled. She said, “ I cannot come; For I am going home.” “The sun is shining bright, And you might twine a lily wreath To carry home at night; “No; I am going home.” And ’neath the leafy trees Or resting at their ease. This stony path to tread?" Once more she sweetly said. My Father bade me keep this path, Nor ever turn aside. Is very smooth and wide ; The fields are fresh, and cool, and green; Pleasant the shady trees; Are lovelier far than these. For I have far to go; Before the sun is low. Oh, will you not come too ?” THE PILGRIM. Knock, and it shall be opened thee.” Rev. J. D. Burns. |
