lines must incline to a vanishing point. How can you tell which lines must incline to the point of sight?

Ion. I remember, papa. In order to know, we must draw an imaginary line from the point of station to the point of sightthen when we draw the sides of those objects which are parallel to this line, their horizontal lines must incline to the point of sight.

P. But suppose the objects are not parallel to this imaginary line?

Ion. Then they must incline to a vanishing point.

P. Suppose, then, that I get this ladder of yours, and only turn it round a little way. You see that I have turned it round a very little. Now, if I were to make a line with a piece of string, from your eye to the point of sight opposite-would the ladder be parallel with that line? Ion. No, papa.

P. Then, of course, I must make the lines of the rails incline toW., Ion, and L. A vanishing point.

HONESTY.

BENJAMIN'S BOOKSTALL.

At the window where Jane had sat waiting for Benjamin,-there sat Benjamin waiting for Jane. She had gone to market to buy something for dinner. It was the hour just after breakfast, when the day is still new and fresh, and cheerful and hopeful thoughts come. "Twas the pleasant time when men bid each other a merry good morning-'twas the bustling time when folks have woke up with new life; 'twas the starting time of the day.

Benjamin sat, and looked out of the window. He watched the merry school-boys, who, cheered with fresh spirits from home, were chattering aloud, and swinging their bags, and starting off briskly for school. Then he watched the men of the city, who were going to their tasks at much harder schools. But, they went off with "life," -for from head to foot they had been renewed. Ah,from head to foot! Since last night the marks of travel which had stained their feet had been all brushed away-they wore bright boots once more. Ah! since last night the marks of toil which had saddened their faces had been all cleared away-they wore bright looks once more. Ah! the careworn looks which they brought from their contact with cunning men, had all been rubbed off at Home. Ah! their dark cloudy faces had been brightened again,

Moral Lesson.

by sunny smiles from fresh and more innocent souls.

The pure love flowing from children and wife, had led up their thoughts to the Giver of good.

The hours of rest, and joy, and peace, had prepared them to start again.

These blessed influences of SWEET HOME had cheered and renewed them all.

W. I wonder whether any of them had been reading "Pleasant Pages!"

P. No doubt they had-most of them. They had read the children their lesson at the morning meal. Each one had taught some pleasant thought to his child, and was thinking how well he had begun the day. It was pleasant to begin each day by doing good. Indeed, one of them, even in the street, was humming one of our hymns, which he had learned for himself

"Home! sweet home! an ample treasure,

Home! with every blessing crown'd, Home! perpetual source of pleasure, Home! a noble strain resound."

I should think that the thought of this verse made his labour very sweet to him-and made him feel that, after all, it is a good thing to go to work.

But, alas for Benjamin! There came only doleful thoughts to him when he saw every one busy but himself. He had told Jane that before she came back he certainly would find out some plan to get a living-but, he thought

came.

Jane's question, "How are we to pay the rent?" came to him again, and made him feel sadwhen suddenly in came Jane herself with a laughing face.

"Ah, Benjamin, you have not found out the new plan yet-I can tell by your sad looks. But I have found it! I have found it! See how God sends thoughts! It came to me in the middle of the street close by the baker's, where I met an old man carrying a bundle of books. Will you give me a penny for my thoughts?"

"Yes. If they are good ones." "Then here's a good one. Keep a bookstall!

"Give me my penny."

"Well," said James slowly, "that-is-a-good-thought."

"Of course. Here is a number of books we have-dusty ones. There's part of uncle's school books and library packed up in that chest."

There was not much more said about it; for, an hour afterwards, they were very busy with a sponge, duster, India-rubber, penknife, and paste; and the table, the floor, the chairs, all parts of the room were full of books-there was really no place to sit down upon.

And so on-the next day, and the next, while Jane, who was a good hand at drawing and printing, made some bills to stick on the

COWPER'S POEMS (2 vols.) 3s. 6d.

Some small books were put into a basket, with a label-ÂLL 2d. EACH.

Some old engravings and coloured prints were marked-FROM ID. EACH.

Some pamphlets, tracts, and loose maps were marked-To BE

SOLD CHEAP.

An old stool, and part of a chair were found, and made of the same height.

A leaf of a kitchen table was placed upon them.

Then all was complete, and the very next morning, by half-past eight o'clock, Benjamin and Jane were seen placing these things at the corner of a street leading into Goswell Road.

I must not stop to tell you about Jane, who could not go away, but sat on a step very near to watch the gentlemen passing to the City. Nor can I tell you about the first customer, who actually carried off the Ovid, and paid one and ninepence for it.

It would take too long a time to tell you all-how, every day, Jane helped her poor wooden-legged brother to carry the books. Or about the large ticket she printed -"BOOKS BOUGHT, SOLD, OR EXCHANGED;" and another one

"PERIODICALS SUPPLIED TO ORDER;" or how Jane went to places a long way off, and bought books so cheaply that Benjamin soon made enough money to pay the rent, and buy them bread, meat, and clothes.

Ah, they loved to think about these things, and to feel that they were honest.

One evening, just as Benjamin was packing up, an elderly gentle

"Yes, sir."

"Ah, I thought so, my boy. You are exactly like your mother. I knew your poor mother twelve years before she died, and your little sister Jane. I should like to help you a little. I see that you sell periodicals." "Yes, sir."

"Well, in my school-for I keep a large school at Hampstead-we use more than a pound's worth of periodicals every month. Suppose you supply me until next Christmas, that will be seven months."

"But, sir, I have hardly enough money to

I

"Oh, never mind that. I will pay you for all of them now. know that you will take care of the money."

"Jane," said Benjamin, as she came to him that evening, "what do you think I have in my pocket?"

"I can't tell."

"Why, seven bright sovereigns! I'll show them to you when we get home; and a gentleman's card

Mr. Gray, Hampstead."" Then he told her what had happened.

They talked very much that evening about Mr. Gray and the sovereigns; indeed, they were looking at them, and making them spin on the table, when Jane said she had another good thought.

"It is a great pity," she said, "to put away so much money in a drawer when it might be used. I know where to buy a parcel of books almost as cheap as waste paper, if I buy all of them, and they will only cost four pounds; then we should have three pounds left, and by the time we wanted the other four, we should have sold the books for eight pounds!" So Benjamin thought, too, that it was a good thing; and the next day the books were bought.

"Look," said Jane, as they reached home the next evening, "what a fine pile of clean books they are! all new. I shall print another board, I think-" WHOLESALE STATIONER AND BOOKSELLER."

"Yes!" said Benjamin, "they make an important pile-but,— but,-I wish they had been bought with our own money-because, suppose we should not sell them!" and Benjamin's heart sank within him.

"Ah!" said Jane, "I did not think about that-and they are nearly all alike-there are only four different sorts. Still, I don't think there is much risk."

"But," said Benjamin, "there is a little risk, so it does not seem right. I'm afraid that if our dear mother were here, she would say that it is not honest to run any risk with other people's money."

Benjamin had enough money to buy Mr. Gray his periodicals for the first, second, and third month; but, the new books did not sell very fast, and, on the fifth month, Jane had to part with some of the money they had saved.

It happened in the next month that Benjamin was ill, then they fnd their "savings" were going

very fast so, although Jane would sometimes go and keep the stall herself, and did sell a few more of the books, they were obliged to part with half of those which were left to a bookseller, for less than they had cost, and even to sell some for waste paper.

But when the end of the sixth month was coming on, Benjamin was still unwell-they had already been obliged to sell part of their goods, and saw that they had only five shillings, with which to buy Mr. Gray his books.

"It will be of no use to take him five shillings' worth," said Jane. "What shall we do?"

And every day they asked that question-sometimes they cried, until, at last, the day for buying the books came - and then they could only ask each other again"What shall we do?" On that day and the next, they were full of bitter thoughts. On the day after, the postman brought them a letter from Mr. Gray-which said that he thought Benjamin must have made some mistake, as he had not yet received the books, and telling him to bring them in the course of the day.

Jane was now in great trouble, and declared she would go to Hampstead herself. She therefore bought as many books as she could for five shillings, and set off in the afternoon.

But in the evening she returned me crying-for she had gone almost as far as the door of the house, and then, being afraid, had come back again.

The next morning was a dreary time for Benjamin, who, after they had eaten breakfast, sat alone in the room, biting his nails. Jane had gone out again to keep the stall. He was still thinking the

old question

"What shall we

do?" when he heard a gentleman's voice on the stairs, which made his heart beat very much, and the next moment, in came Mr. Gray.

"Well, Benjamin, my boy, how do you do?" he said, putting forth his hand, which Benjamin took very slowly. "I suppose that you are becoming such a great man now, and are so full of business, that you have not had time to send our books. Where are they?" "There are some of them, sir, on the chair."

"But why have you not bought them all? I gave you the money." "If you please, sir" he said, bursting into tears. "Well!"

"I have spent it!"

Then Benjamin told him the whole history of the books. It happened, fortunately, that Mr. Gray was a kind-hearted man ; and when he heard of Benjamin's illness, and of all their troubles, and when he saw that he was really sorry, he did not reproach him very much.

"I am afraid," he said, "that you did not think of your dear mother's words when you bought those books."

"No, sir, we only thought of them afterwards."

"And I should think that you forgot about God your Fatheryou should remember His provi dence, and ask Him to guide you in all things."

"Oh, sir, we have not thought about God for a long time-we have been afraid; and we were too busy when we bought the books, for we were getting very rich then."

"Then that is the reason why you have gone wrong-of course.