“What do you think is the reason the birdies love your father?” Charlie did not seem to hear this question. He was absorbed in deep thought. “Mother," at last he said, “all the creatures love father. My dog is almost as glad to see him, as he is me. Pussy, you know, always comes to him, and seems to know exactly what he is saying. Even the old cow follows him all round the meadow, and the other day I saw her licking his hand, just as a dog would. What can be the reason, mother?” “Think, Charlie,-try and find out a reason yourself.” “I think it is because father loves them, mother. You know he will often get up, when he is tired too, to give pussy something to eat if she is hungry, and he pulls carrots for the cow to eat from his hand, and pats her, and talks to her, and somehow I think his voice never sounds so pleasant as when he talks to the creatures." “ I think his voice sounds pleasant when he is talking to his little boy." Charlie smiled. “ Father loves me,” he said, “ and I love him dearly. He loves the birds, too, I am sure. He whistles to them every morning when they are eating cherries, and they are not a bit afraid of him, tisough he is almost near enough to catch them. They look at him with their funny little eyes, and chirp and eat away just as if they knew he liked to see them. I wish you could hear him whistle to the bogalinks, as little Mamy calls them. They come and sit on a twig, close by him, and sing so loud and make such funny noises. It always makes me laugh to hear him try to do as they do. Mother, I wish everything loved me as well as they do father." “ Do as father does, Charlie, and they will. Love all living things, and be kind to them. Do not speak roughly to the dog. Don't pull pussy's tail, nor chase the hens, nor try to frighten the cow. Never throw stones at the birds. Never hurt nor tease anything. Speak gently and lovingly to them. They know as well as you do who has a pleasant voice. Feed them and seek their comfort, and they will love you, and everybody that knows you will love you too.-Family Treasury. Varieties. COULD HIM NOT TRUST SELF. GALLANT RESCUE OF A DUCK. see I know myself; and if I were to take the money A native of Fribourg pre- with me, the probability is sented himself a few days that it would never reach ago at the window of the Estavayer, while, by sendo Post Office at Lausanne, ing it through the post-office and asked for an order for I shall be sure to find it on one hundred francs. The my arrival, when I shall clerk asked,-“ Who is the require it.” sender?" “Jacques Mathieu.” Here is a remarkable in“ Jacques Mathieu, poste- stance of the sagacity and restante at Estavayer.” affection of a fine drake, Is he your brother ?” which occurred, several win. “No, it is myself.” ters ago, in Regent's Park. “Do you mean On the breaking up of the that you are sending a post- ice on the lake, a duck got office order to yourself at its foot fast in one of the Estavayer?" ice-cracks. Immediately it “Yes, I am going there." set up a loud cry of distress. “But why can't you take The people on the bank it yourself?” could render no help, as no “ Ah ! there it is,” said one could venture on the the simple fellow. • You ice. In a few moments, payee?" to say a however, a fine drake came from the angry waves, clings flying in haste to the rescue; faint and exhausted, while and the beautiful bird seem- at her feet a hand, grasping ed instantly to understand a part of a wreck, is just the difficult case. He com disappearing in the black menced a violent attack with water. his bill on the edges of the "What does that mean?” ice around the imprisoned asked the child. leg. He did not labour long “It is called “The Rock of before loud chorus of Ages,' was the answer, “ Quack, quack, quack!"an- “That means Jesus, to nounced the release of the whom we cling for salvaprisoner. A large crowd of tion.' spectators joyfully united in “You know the hymn says, the congratulations over “ Other refuge have I none.” Master Drake's gallant res- “Oh, yes," said the child, after a moment's hesitation, " but that rock isn't my JeA CHILD'S FAITH. sus; when I cling to him he How straight and simple is reaches down and clings the way a child comes to Je Teach the little, ones of No doubt, no hesitation, only simple faith and this Jesus “who reaches perfect love. A little girl down and clings too,” to of my acquaintance was once whom we hold, not so much looking at a picture, with fro from fear of falling, since underneath us are his everwhich many of you may be familiar, which represents a lasting arms, but because, rock in the midst of a stormy like the trusting child whom the father safely carries, we sea, bearing upon its sum love to cling, that we may mit a cross to which a fe draw him closer. male figure, just recovered cue. too." sus. Nobility.—There is no true nobility but of the soul, and the soul has none but what it receives from the grace and salvation of God. 4 March a-long togeth-er, Ev-er firm and true, Many eyes are watching, Taking note of you, Pleasant winds or foul ones, Cloudy days or bright, | 1st. | 2nd. Keep to the right, boys, Keep to the right, right. Raise on high your banner, That its folds may fly, Sweeping to the sky. Keep to the right, boys, Keep to the right. Strength and courage seek ; If the heart be weak ! Keep to the right, boys, Keep to the right ! Duty be your aim ; Till a crown you claim ; Keep to the right, boys, Poetry. FAIR ROSE. From whence came thy mantle of green, bright rose From whence came thy mantle of green ? That beautiful mantle of green. God gave me this mantle of green, dear child God gave me this mantle of green; By his skill 'twas wove, by his fingers wrought ; No earthly riches could e'er have bought Such a beautiful mantle of green. Who painted thy delicate blush, fair rose Who painted thy delicate blush Such skilful shading, such tender tone ! 'Tis certain no hand but a master's own Has tinted thy marvellous blush. God painted this delicate blush, my child God painted this delicate blush ; Could e'er tint such a marvellous blush. And whence came thine odorous breath, sweet rose Thy balmy and odorous breath? That balmy and odorous breath. |