temper, or with any other than kind feelings towards his mates.

Make your conduct and deportment such as that you may respect yourself, and others will respect you; self-respect is neccessary in any enterprise, and especially in self cultivation. Remember that your mind is immortal, and that there is no limit to its purposes; that you may be all that you admire in others. But remember that you cannot, and ought not, to labor to prevent the advancement of your friends, with a view to build yourself up. He is most noble who most values the friendship, love and respect of others. An enemy is no advantage to any one, and may be an injury. His enmity will soon cease if he discovers it produces no effect. Hence, you should seek to do him good; your reward will come; remember it is necessary. Do not regard the student's life as one of monotonous, treadmill labor—an eking out of all your vital energies in search of some wand of fabled and versatile power. Take recreation, but do not allow it to be debasing in character. If you need exercisc, take it, but let it be such as shall peril no one's friendship or person; let your whole demeanor exhibit your desire to rise, and you will find aids where you least expect them, where they were unlooked for-friends among those who hated you, and happiness to which you are a stranger."

Much more was said by the teacher, but we have given an index of its character. There was a new light burning in the eye of H--; its dark, earnest depths revealed a purpose-a worthy resolve. There was no more exemplary and studious scholar in that school during that term. We cannot give space to tracing the path of H—— during the years that have intervened since then.

Two weeks ago the student and teacher met again. Years had elapsed since they had seen each other. The teacher holds a high place in the gift of the people, and given him by the people, not by party. The pupil is a responsible officer in a wealthy corporation, and his name is well known as a capitalist.

"Sir, I owe to your kindness, discretion, and capacity as a teacher, all I am or can ever hope to be. I shall never forget the circumstances which proved the turning point in my life-which gave me my present position instead of a desperado's name and fate. I have learnnd the responsibilty of the teacher, and how great his power to harm, or do good. It is sadly under estimated. I shall never forget the lesson of love you taught me; I trust I have profited by it. Children are not taught it enough, either by precépt or example, by parent or teacher."

This was the testimony of the PUPIL. The TEACHER has his reward.Emery's Journal of Agriculture.

"NOW I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP."

"Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take."

WHо are you, man or woman, for whom this prayer has not old, sweet associations; who, hearing its words, hear not, too, the " memory bells" ringing up from the golden plains of your childhood, and feel not the soft gales from the morning land of your life sweeping over your soul.

You may be a man now, in the pride and strength of your years; you may have carved out for yourself an honorable name and destiny in this world-mayhap you are the owner of broad lands and proud homes, and your heart has grown hard in its battle with the world.

But stop a moment, and listen to this little verse, so simple that the merest babe who learns to lisp the words can comprehend them, so grand in its sublime significance and faith that the wisest sage shall only have learned fully the true lesson of life when his soul can utter them as it uttered them in his infancy.

You see the little winah! you slept sourder

Let's see how many years ago was it! twenty, thirty, forty; no matter, at the old sound of "Now I lay me," they have all rolled back their massive doors, and you go down through them to the old red one story house, where your life first took on its morning. dow on the right side, close under the rafters; slumber, and dreamed sweeter dreams in that old garret, than you ever have in your lofty chambers, with the gilded ceilings, and snowy draperies; and what matter if your bed was a straw one, and your coverlet made of red and yellow "patches" of calico, you never snuggled down so contentedly under your spring mattresses and Marseilles counterpanes.

"Now I lay me;" how softly sleep would come and weigh down your eye-lids, as you repeated the words after her; ah! you can hear her very tones now, stealing across your heart, though it is so many, many years since death silenced them; and you feel, too, the soft touch of her hand on your pillow, and the tender lingering of her kiss on your lips-you break down here, proud man as you are, the memory of your mother is more than you can bear. If she had only lived, you would not be what you are now; but, blessed be God, she lett you something holy and blessed beyond all naming; something that can not grow old nor dim, not even in the " un

speakable brightness" beyond the shining gates-the memory of a loving, praying, Christian mother.

Reader, it may be many years since you prayed this prayer; or, alas! may be that in the din and struggle of life you have forgotten to pray at all, and that night after night you have lain down on your pillow, never thinking of the shining ranks of angels that God's mercy stationed around you, or thanking him for the day and for the night.

But come back, we beseech you, come back to the old prayer of your childhood. You can not have outgrown that, no matter if your hair is frostel with the snows of life's December, and if your years are threescore-and-ten. Kneel down by your bedside, and uttering these words, see if something of the old peace and faith of your childhood does not come back to you; if something of its dew and its blessing fall not upon your slumber!

And remember that, sooner or later, you must "lie down to sleep," when this prayer will be all your soul can take, all that will avail of your rank, or wealth, or fame, whatsoever you most prize in this world, which is but the shadow of eternity. Ah! we shall soon pass the

"Green thresholds of our common graves,"

but this little prayer, the first, it may be, that we took upon our childish lips, shall follow us as we sail out under the solemn arches of the "River of Death"-follow us, a sweet, faint, tender air, from the shores, and when we shall cast anchor

"The Lord our souls shall take."

MY BOY AT HOME.

On the western slope of an eastern hill

A snow-white cottage stands;
And close beside it every year,
When Autumn fruit expands,
There works among the ripened globes
A pair of small brown hands.

The slender hands of a little boy,

With clear and deep-brown eyes,

A brow on whose pure openness
No falsehood's shadow lies;

Who there, in the Autumn's hazy light,

His busy labor plies.

I have my daily toils and cares,

Life's friction and its rust:
My heart and brain begin to feel
The city's noise and dust;

Yet I turn back to that eastern home
With holiest love and trust.

Yet when the cup I daily drink
With petty cares seems full,
When guiltily before me stand
The culprits of my school,

I think of my boy with small, brown hands,
And test the 'golden rule'.

Oh! stronger than even my sense of right
Is my earnest love for him:

I fancy him standing, trembling so,
And my eyes with tears are dim;
And I temper the just and stern decree
With mercy unto them.

He is but a child, nor knows

(Our God be thanked for this)

How much his sister's joy in life

Is resting upon his;

But she daily prays that his manhood be
Pure as his childhood is.

H. P. Y.-Chicago Teacher.

TWO WAYS OF TELLING THE SAME STORY.

"Jack and Gill went up the hill

To draw a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Gill came tumbling after."

Two adventurous lads, one named Jack and the other Gill, ascended a steep acclivity in obedience to the request of their dear mother, taking with them an important kitchen utensil, that they might bring from the

pure fountain on the hill-top some of the sparkling water. But one of the lads had the misfortune to so far lose the control of his understanding as to be precipitated headlong from the summit. Sad to relate, he fractured in his fall the parietal bone of his cranium. His affectionate brother was so overcome with fright at witnessing this sad catastrophe, that he also lost both his self possession and center of gravity, and went down with various revolutions and bewildering circumvolutions, in great speed, even against the fence at the bottom of the hill.

[A friend suggests that Gill was a girl, but of this we are in doubt. Perhaps some of our readers, who have determined how many children John Rodgers, the martyr, had can decide this question.]—Rhode Island Schoolmaster.

Mathematical Department.

In accordance with the notice in the July number, we now open our Mathematical Department, and trust to make it interesting and profitable to our readers, whether they are teachers or not, as we shall introduce a good many problems of a practical character, relating to business pursuits.

No. 1. A has a mortgage given to secure the payment of the sum of five hundred dollars as follows; one hundred dollars three years from the date of the instrument, and one hundred annually, thereafter, until the whole is paid, with annual interest from the execution of the mortgage, at the rate of seven per cent; what is said mortgage worth on the day it is made, allowing money to draw twelve per cent annual interest?

No. 2. A owes $800, payable in eight years, with annual interest at the rate of ten per cent; he wishes to pay the debt, principal and interest, in eight equal annual payments; how much will each payment be.

No. 3. Suppose three small circles which are all equal to each other to be drawn within and tangent to a larger circle and also tangent to each other, and suppose the tri-angular space at the center of the larger circle bounded by the three small circles to have an area equal to one acre of land, required the radii of the circles in rods,

Any person forwarding answers to problems, will please to send solutions with the answers,