der his account. That sets all right. To honour God by a faithful and godly life is stamped upon every day he lives; and everybody who knows him, 'feels that him who honours God, God will honour.

The Stone that Bebonuded.

[BOYS, don't throw stones at that poor cat-bird," said an old, grey-headed

man.

"Why, sir," said a little fellow, "she makes such a squalling that we can't bear her."

"Yes; but she uses such a voice as God gave her, and it is probably as pleasant to her friends as yours is to those who love you. And, besides, that Early in the morn

hoarse, flat voice is not her only song.

ing, on some bright day, you will hear her in some high tree, pouring out notes that are delightful. She is a species of mocking-bird, and often fills the air far and near with her varied and sweet melody. And, besides, I have another reason why I don't want to have you hurt her. I am afraid the stone will rebound, and hurt you as long as you live!" "Rebound! We don't understand you, sir !"

"Well, come, and I will tell you a story."

"We shall like that, sir. Is it a true story?" "Yes; every word is true. Fifty years ago I was a boy like you. I used to throw stones, and as I had no other boy very near me, I threw them till I became quite accurate. One day I went to work for an old man by the name of Hamilton. He and his wife seemed very old people then. They were very kind to everybody and everythir.g. Nobody

had so many swallows making their nests under their barn. Nobody had so many martin-birds in their red-box at the end of their little house as they. Nobody had so many little chattering, flitting, joyous wrens as they. Nobody so many pets that seemed to love them as they. Among other things was a very tame phebe-bird. For seven years she had come after the long winter was over, and built her nest in the same place, and there reared and educated her young phebes. She had just returned on that day that I went there to work, and they welcomed her back. She had no note but to repeat her own name, and she cried, ' phebe, phebe,' as if glad to get back. In the course of the day I thought I would try my skill upon old phebe. She stood upon a post near the spot where she was to build her nest, and looked at me with all confidence, as much as to say, 'You won't hurt me.' I found a nice stone, and poising my arm, I threw it with my utmost skill. It struck poor phebe on the head, and she dropped dead! I was sorry the moment I saw her fall. But it was all done. All

day long her mate came round and called, 'phebe, phebe,' in tones so sad that it made my heart ache. Why had I taken a life so innocent, and made the poor mate grieve so? I said nothing to the Hamiltons about it. But through a grandchild they found it out; and, though they never said a word to me about it, I knew that they mourned for the bird, and were deeply grieved at my cruelty. I could never look them in the face afterwards as I did before. Oh, that I had told them how sorry I was! They have been dead many many years, and so has the poor bird; but don't you see how that stone rebounded and hit me! How deep a wound upon my memory. How deep a wound upon my conscience. Why, my dear boys, I would make great sacrifices to-day if I could undo that one deed! For fifty years I have carried it in my memory, and though I have never spoken of it before, if it shall prevent you from throwing a stone at the

yet,

poor cat

bird, which stone may rebound, and make a wound in your conscience that will not be healed in all your life, I shall rejoice."

The boys thanked the aged man, dropped their stones, and the cat-bird had no more trouble from them.-Todd.

"Let Him that Loves Me Follow."

T is related in the annals of the Ottoman Empire, that when Amurath II. died, which was very suddenly, his son and destined successor, Mohammed, was about a day's journey distant in Asia Minor. Every day of interregnum in that fierce and turbulent monarchy is attended with extreme peril. The death of the deceased Sultan was therefore concealed, and a secret message despatchprince to hasten without an instant's delay to the capital. On receiving the message, he leaped on a powerful Arab charger at hand, and turning to his attendants, uttered these few words,-" Let him that loves me, follow!"

ed to the young

This prince aftewards became one of the most powerful sovereigns of the Ottoman line. And those who proved their courage and loyalty, by following him in this critical and perilous moment of his fortunes, were magnificently rewarded.

Now there is another prince-the Prince of Peace, the Son of the King eternal and immortal, whom the Father hath appointed heir of all things, and who is now setting

forth "to receive a kingdom." He, too, says to those around him," Let him that loves Me, follow!"

Which of us is willing to hear the summons, and to embark our all with the hopes and fortunes of this great Prince? When that young man called on his attendants to follow, they knew their path only from his leading; he gave them no explanations; his words implied that great and mysterious perils were before them. But he allowed no delay, no reserves, no questionings, no preparations, no nice balancings of hope and fear, loss and gain. What he exacted was included in that one word,—" Follow."

So it is with Christ. The summons which he addressed to so many of his first disciples is still addressed to us: "Follow Me." Our whole duty and loyalty to Him lie in those two words. To follow him is to obey him, to imitate him, to confess him before men, to bear his reproach, to identify ourselves with his Church and cause, in its low and afflicted state here on earth. All this we must do from love. "Let him that loves Me, follow!" Even a worldly prince, of generous soul, delights in being served from love; and this divine Prince, says," I love them that love me." "My son, give me thine heart !”

Sweet will be the fellowship by the way, and glorious the reward at the end, of those who follow Christ from love. There is no more sublime promise in the Bible than this: "Ye are they which have continued with me in my temptations. And I appoint unto you a kingdom, as my Father hath appointed unto me."

A TREASURE.-If a man can leave nothing to his child but a Bible, in that he bequeaths him the greatest treasure in the universe.-Dr. A. Clarke.

UR illustration represents a person escaping from his pursuers by being let down in a basket from a window. In the Holy Scriptures we have several incidents of this character left on record. In Joshua (chap. 2), we find that the two spies sent before the Israelites, to see and report respecting the land of Canaan, were hidden in the house of Rahab, in Jericho, while the king's servants were seeking them. And we