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DRUM PLACED AT THE GATE OF THE EMPEROR OF CHINA'S PALACE.

Brating the Dium before the Palæce of the

Emperor of China.
HINA is a large and populous country in

Asia. It is calculated that it contains
four hundred millions of inhabitants.
These alas! are nearly all idolators.
The Chinese are remarkable for pride
and love of display. They are also much
given to lying, deceit, and cruelty. They
speak of China as the Celestial Empire,
ard of their monarch as the Celestial

Emperor. He has sometimes been called the Brother of the Sun and Moon, and the Lord of ten thousand worlds. In the narrative of the expedition of Lord Macartney as Ambassador to China, we are told, “ That no guns are fired in China, by way of signals, but circular rimmed plates of copper mixed with tin or zinc, are struck with wooden mallets, causing a noise almost deafening to those who are near it, and which is heard at a considerable distance. In like manner, two pieces of wood struck against each other, producing a sound like that of a great rattle, serves to give notice of official announcements, especially among the troops of the army. Drums do not seem to be used among the soldiers, but they form a part of religious music in the temples," perhaps as harmoniums and organs are used in Christian sanctuaries, but certainly we should prefer these to big drums, in our devotions. Recently there has been bitter persecution of the missions in various parts of China, but we have been told that clouds and storms have now passed away, the heavens are again calm and clear, and the husbandmen are again going forth bearing precious seed. May they succeed more and more until Gcd's way of salvation shall be known

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throughout all the earth, His saving health among all nations.

T.B.

Bessie's Motto.

HATSOEVER thy hand findeth co do,

do it with all thy might.” That was Bessie Thorpe's motto for the week'; she and her mother always chose them on Sunday from a book of Scriptural proverbs. They opened the book, and placed their finger on a verse, and then made it a sort of guide or pattern, or drew comfort from it, as the case might

be. “I don't like it very much,” said Bessie in a disappointed tone. I wanted something sweet and tender. Think of yours,— Love one another.'

“But yours is very good,” replied mamma, with a kiss.

There is always so much work to do. And one does not want to look for it in the Bible.”

One finds it everywhere, nevertheless.”

Bessie had swept and dusted, wiped dishes, and studied lessons with all her might, so far. This was Wednesday, and the clothes had come up from the wash. It was a summer afternoon, four o'clock. Bessie came home from school, hung up her sun-hat, and glanced into her room, which was just off from her mother's.

Ten stockings!” she exclaimed, in dismay. Yes, there they hung. Eight of them belonged to the four brothers, and two sto herself. It seemed sometimes as if she was like Hop-o'-my-thumb, and these four boys resolved themselves into seven, or, indeed, an unknown quantity. Then she admitted privately to herself that she hated darn

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ing stockings. If the boys would go barefoot on weekdays! but they stubbed their toes, cut and bruised and wounded their feet, and liked whoes and stockings better as a regular thing But Mrs. Thorpe could not afford a servant, with these five little ones to clothe and feed, and only had her washing done. It fell to Bessie's part to darn the stockings, for mamma always had her basket piled up with work,

“Twenty-one holes !” she said. Some were quite small, some larger. “O dear! And it's such a lovely day! Now, if I only had one brother, or two at the most ! And Bertie's stockings are always the worst !”

Perhaps they could have dispensed with Bertie. There was Frank, nearly fourteen-a manly, handsome fellow, who had gone in Mr. Gray's store at the beginning of June ; Bessie next; Herbert, ten : and dear little curlyheaded Rob, aged eight; and Georgie, six, who was pretty as a picture. But Bertie's hair was almost red; his face was quite freckled; his nose rather short; and a great, boisterous, clumsy, good-for-nothing boy! He was always tormenting Bessie too, and his stockings had twice as many holes as those of the others. So, no wonder Bessie said: - O dear!"

She mended her own first. They had only a lady-like little break just above the heel. Frank's were not very bad.

“ Here is a note for you,” said Mrs. Thorpe. ** Mrs. Dana's girl brought it, and is waiting for an answer.”

O mamma! it's an invitation to tea! Her cousins are there—they couldn't send sooner," and the words tumbled out, while Bessie's face was flushed and eager.

“ Read it -and oh ! I may go, mayn't I ?”

“I don't see any objection, if you care so very much about it. But I thought you and Carrie

"Oh! that wasn't much, mamma, and I suppose I was vexed with her. And it is so lovely there! A great house

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with no boys to put everything out of order, and a servant, and

“Yes," said her mother, laughingly, glancing at the stockings.

“Oh! I will mend them to-morrow. Those of Bertie's are hardly worth it : they are full of holes.”

“ But we are not rich enough to throw them away.”

Bessie sighed. Then she brushed out her pretty yellow curls, slipped on her white dress, while her mother tied her blue sash, a birthday present from Aunt Lou.

“Good riddance to you, old stockings !” said Bessie disdainfully, running lightly down the stairs.

It was a good half-mile to Mrs. Dana's. The little girl hurried along in the shade, and presently reached the place. • I'm so glad you could come,” began Carrie.

“ Those stupid Allers are here again in red chambray dresses. Aunt Fanny has horrid taste. I sent for the Gardiners to come over, but they could not~ I don't believe they wanted to !”

Bessie had said, --" I don't think I ever will go to Carrie Dana's again, she always makes you uncomfortable ;” and now she thought of it.

Kate and Elsie Allen might have looked better in something beside the deep roșe-pink chambray on this warm day, but they were glad to see Bessie, so she did not remember that against them.

“Can't we play croquet ? " asked Elsie.

“Oh! it's too warm,” returned Carrie. “ And you look almost roasted now," with a slight laugh.

Let us have the checkers out here then,” said Kate. “I am very fond of a good game.”

"" There can only two play it; besides the pieces might roll around and get lost, and papa would be angry.”

“ O dear! what shall we do?” was Elsie's next attempt.

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