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do; I attended the funeral the other day parently as you are, do die suddenly, I of a lady fifteen years younger than that. am afraid to put it off a moment longer. Thirty ? How will that do?"
Besides, the Bible says, "Now is the not sure it would do to wait quite so accepted time. We must take this long,” said Caroline. “No, I do not time. What shall we do? Had we not think so, either ; something might hap- better kneel right down here, and ask pen. See now, twenty-five, or God for mercy through His Son Jesus twenty, if we could be sure we would Christ?” The young lady, perfectly overlive so long. A year from now; how come by her feelings, knelt on the spot. would that do?” “ I don't know, sir." In a day or two she by grace came out re“Neither do I. The fact is, my dear joicing in hope, finding she had far from young lady, the more I think of it, and lost all enjoyment in this life. --Records of how many young people, as well ap- of S. V. Wilder.
"Sun, STAND THOU STILL !” From heaven's high centre to the hori- “Stand still, refulgent orb of day!" zon's line
[host, The Jewish victor cries : The sky is set with stars, a countless So shall at last an angel say, Where lately shone but two or three at And tear it from the skies.
most: Yet still those early few conspicuous
A flame intenser than the sun shine
Shall melt his golden urn; With larger orb and radiance more di
Time's empty glass no more shall run, vine.
Nor human years return.
Then, with immortal splendour bright, benign
That glorious orb shall rise, That marks the path his dubious feet
Which through eternity shall light must trace:
The new created skies. He journeys on, and, as he journeys, new
On the bright ranks of happy souls And glorious truths surprise him; but
Those blissful beams shall shine; the few
While the loud song of triumph rolls He first beheld still keep the foremost
In harmony Divine. place, And guide, and light, and cheer him to Oh let not sordid, base desire, the end
The soul's dark, rayless night, The Father's love, the Holy Spirit's Unfit us for heaven's sacred choir, grace,
Or God's eternal light ! And Christ at once his Saviour and his
ILLUSTRATIVE TEACHINGS. How MY PIGEON HELPED ME TO GET "Oh, this lesson! said George ; MY LESSON.-“I shall never know this "I'm sure I can't learn it. Just look! long lesson,” said George Nelson. “I both these long columns, and I don't wish there were no such book, then I know one word 1" wouldn't have to get lessons from it." “ Well, never mind that; you will
“ What's the matter, George ?” asked soon know every word if you only keep his grandma, who then entered the room. patiently at it. And then, only think
how much more you will know ! I wonder if my white pigeon wouldn't help you.
“ Your pigeon, grandma! I didn't know you had any pigeons.”
“I haven't now; but when I was a little girl my brother had a pair of beautiful pigeons given him. One was white, and the other black, He told me I might call the white one mine. They were both very tame, and would eat corn from our hands. What pleased us most was, that they seemed to know us both; for my brother's pigeon would go and take the corn out of his hand, while mine always came to me. Well, I was going to tell you how mine helped me to get my lesson.”
"Did it really help you, grandma ?”
“My lesson looks easier already, grandma. I shall only have to learn one word at a time, and I'll soon know all of them.”
George set to work in earnest, and in a short time he had learned it perfectly.
“Now, George,” said his grandma afterward, “ do you think you will remember the pigeon ?”
Oh, I'm sure I shall,” said George, laughing; and when I come to the longest words, I 'll do as the pigeon did when the straw fell, I'll go at them again !”—Children's Treasury.
THE RIGHT PERSUASION.-In terrible agony, a soldier lay down in the hospital. A visitor asked him, “What Church are you of ?” “Of the Church of Christ,” he replied. " I mean, of what persuasion are you?" then inquired the visitor. " Persuasion !” said the dying man, as his eyes looked heavenward, beaming with love to the Saviour; “I am PERSUADED that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus.”
“I'm sure I wish it would,” said George.
His grandma smiled and continued : "One morning I was sitting near the window trying to get my spelling lesson. It seemed so long, and the words looked so hard, that I was sure I could not learn it. I sat there a long time, wishing I knew it, so that I could run out and play. The sun was shining bright, and it looked so pleasant out of doors. All at once I saw my pigeon fly up to its house, and then in a short time it flew down again to the street. I watched to see what it was doing. It picked up a piece of straw, and flew up as it had done before, and then returned to get another. It did so for a long time.”
" It was building its nest; wasn't it, grandma ?” asked George.
“ Just so; it would fly up with a little piece of straw, sometimes with quite long pieces, and when it would get about half way up to the window the straw would drop down, and then it would go right down after it and pick it up again. I saw it try to get one piece up three times, and the third time t reached the window safely. Just then my eyes fell on my book. I thought how much my pigeon had done while I had been doing nothing; and yet it took only one straw at a time. My lesson did not seem so long now.
I very soon knew the whole of it."
FAITHFUL TO OUR CAPTAIN.— A steamboat was sailing across Lake Erie; the pilot at the wheel was old John Maynard, honest John Maynard, faithful John Maynard. When about ten miles from land, the captain cried out, " What's all that smoke there coming out of the hold !” " It's from the engine-room I guess,” said a sailor. “Down with you, and let me know,” replied the captain. He returned exclaiming, " The hold's on fire, sir.” Passengers and sailors set to work, filling buckets with water and dashing it on to the flames. " How's her head ?" shouted the captain. “ West-sou’-west, sir,” said Maynard. “ Keep her south and by west,” cried the captain. Presently the fire began to blaze up furiously, the captain ordered all the women to the fore part of the vessel, the engineer put on all his steam, the flag of distress was put up. Still John Maynard stood by his wheel guiding the vessel; but he was now cut off by a sheet of smoke and flames from the ship's crew: all was excitement, a few moments and all might find a watery grave; passengers were throwing off their coats and waistcoats, and preparing for one bold struggle for life. They are now only a mile from shore; if only they can manage another mile! See, boats are coming to assist them. “ John Maynard," shouted the captain. “Ay, ay, sir,” said John. “ Can you hold on five minutes longer?” “I'll try, sir !” Noble fellow, and he did try. The flames came nearer and nearer, a sheet of smoke at times almost suffocated him, his hair was singed, his blood semed ready to boil with the heat. Crouching as far back as he could, he held the wheel firmly with his left hand till the flesh shrivelled up and the muscles cracked in the flames. Then he stretched forth his right hand, and bore the same agony with that. It was enough for him that he heard the cheer of the sailors to the approaching boats and the cry of the captain, “ The women and children first, then every man for himself, and God for us all.” At that moment the vessel struck, the boats were at her side ; passengers, sailors, and captain all leaped into them, or swam for their lives, and came safe to land,” all except one—John Maynard, who had been the means under God of saving them. The brave helmsman had met his fate, either by the flames or by falling overboard ; he was
smile played upon her countenance when she entered her class; and then, how diligent to learn, how quiet, how serious and affectionate! But Edith was taken very ill, and soon she died. In her dying moments she said she wished to speak to her father,-a father who sometimes came home intoxicated! When he came, he drew near to her bedside : the little Sunday scholar told her father she was very happy--she was going to be with Jesus in heaven! And then fixing her dying eyes upon her father, she said, “ But, father, there are no drunkards in heaven !" Oh, how keenly did he feel! The father wept-Edith died. Her schoolfellows, teacher, and minister, were very sorry when she was taken away ; but what she said has not been forgotten. Her father could not forget what she told him,- that there were "no drunkards in heaven!” He repented of his sins; he fled for refuge to Jesus; and has now become a member of the Church. He often speaks of his dying little girl with tears, and hopes to meet her again with Jesus in heaven.
WHAT SHALL I Do?-“Whatsoever thy hand findeth,” of all the varied forms of kindness and good. Stand in your circle, and work around you ; in your own home;
in your own neighbourhood; in your own town or county; and if God enlarges the ability and opportunity, “ break forth upon the right hand and upon the left;
» but don't wait for & large field; cultivate the spot you have, and help your neighbours.
Remember that to put a sound gospel tract into a family is like giving them draught of the water of life ; to put there an evangelical volume is like fornishing them with “ a water pot, of two or three firkins; nay, some volumes might rather be likened to a reservoir ; but to supply them with the Bible is to open a fountain of living waters by the very hearthstone. It is like digging an inexhaustible well in the traveller's track across the great Sahara. Do any, or all of these ; and a blessing shall return unto you, and God shall be glorified in you.
seen no more.
What do you think of old John Maynard? You will readily agree that he was faithful to his earthly duty, faithful to the last. Well, that is the kind of devotion our Divine Captain expects when He says " Be thou faithful.”
THE DYING LITTLE GIRL.--I am sure you would have loved Edith - if you had known her. She was always in her place at the Sunday-school ; a sweet
SUNDAY TEACHERS' TREASURY.
"A MERRY CHRISTMAS."
How many of us shall have offered And yet we pause to inquire, Is and received, towards the conclusion it indeed so? Is it really quite of this present month of December, the time for greatest joy, even joy of the kindly, brotherly wish expressed the deep kind the Christian feels ? in the brief words "A Merry Christ- Does it never seem to grate somemas!”
How universal seems the what upon us to be called on to feel feeling that Christmas is a time of so very happy at Christmas time ? great rejoicing; that yearly, as the Is there no feeling, increasing in time returns when we celebrate the strength the more deeply we love anniversary of our Lord's birth, all the Saviour, that it is more a time sad thoughts should be cast aside, for adoring gratitude and thankfuland congratulations fill every mouth, ness indeed, but yet also for a tender brightness light upevery eye, gladness grief rather than bounding joy ? fill every heart. And in some sense Let us go and stand beside that we suppose the feeling is a correct lowly cradle awhile, and consider,
For an angel's voice declared Let us gaze upon that heavenly Babe, the tidings he announced to be and ponder all that lies before Him. “tidings of great joy;" and many Let us think of the poverty, the toil, more-yes,
"multitudes ” — there- the loneliness of heart, the long upon
broke forth into song as though absence from His home of glory; unable longer to restrain themselves. the weary, painful years that lie beThe song of the angels indeed was tween Him and His return thither ; of glory to God ; but also it was of the unsuitableness of earth and sinpeace to man: and peace after long ful man to His pure, holy nature. unrest and keen warfare is tidings Let us imagine the sorrowful thoughts of great joy. And oh, good tidings, that will crowd into that Infant's tidings of great joy the celestial mind as soon as intelligence dawns song was, and must ever be, to a within Him-how that sorrow will world lying in wickedness, estranged deepen and intensify, as infancy from God; for how else, without advances to youth, and youth apthat Saviour's birth of which the proaches to manhood ; and shall we angel told, should estranged man not feel, as the long, weary,
toilsome ever be brought back to loving fellow- space of three-and-thirty years rises ship with God ? How that world be before our mind's eye, that we cannot raised from its wickedness? So it is wholly rejoice for ourselves just now, a time for thankful joy at all events. because of deep sympathy for His
suffering ? Suffering, too, all caused ended now! not much longer shalt by us; all to be borne that we might Thou stay here" ? and as Good Fribe free. Should we not feel most day draws to its close, will not a thankful also that our lot has been sigh of relief arise as He cries “It cast in times subsequent to the is finished !” and our lips reply, Saviour's appearing, inasmuch as it “Yes, Lord, it is finished now,
and is placed within our power in some Thou art at rest.” Peacefully, gladly, degree to show our sense of the we shall lay Him down in the grave, greatness of that Divine Sacrifice conscious that now the over-burdened which was to propitiate an angry One is at rest. God for a world's sinfulness? Does not Jesus Himself imply that Would any truly generous, loving we should feel thus ? Does He not heart have consented to purchase say, “ If ye loved Me, ye would reimmunity by God's purposed way joice, because I go to the Father"? of redemption, so faintly revealed Oh surely it is more satisfactory to beforehand, had he fully understood lay Him down in Joseph's tomb than what it would cost ? At least the to watch Him in Bethlehem's manstruggle would have been intense, ger! May one say that Easter should This by the way. But oh, if we
a merry Easter” than live beside that Child as He grows, Christmas “a merry Christmas"? if we follow Him in loving thought Perhaps happiest of all the Church's through all His progressing years, seasons should be the day which and, as we come to the later ones, saw Him bodily return to His Father accompany Him day by day in His and His home in heaven. Why is labours, His watchings, His weari. not Ascension Day more joyfully ness, in His continually increasing observed amongst us? Why are we suffering as He saw the final hour content to let the celebration of His draw nigh,--shall we not, if we return to glory pass amongst us with deeply love Him, be more inclined less gladsomeness of heart ?-that to rejoice at the time for His return hour of such joyful satisfaction to to the Father than we were at the Him! If indeed we love Him, can hour which first brought Him —may one ask-we content ourselves amongst us? As the last awful with considering the commencement week, with its deepening agony,
of His sufferings passes, will not the thought arise, “A Merry Christmas ” ? Ah, dearest Lord, it will soon be
Which blooms with beauty here,
In heaven's eternal sphere.
The joy that thrills the heart,
Choosing the better part.
In one harmonious whole;