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“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.

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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.”
“What is the name of the

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.

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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.

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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,

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Keep to the right, boys, Keep to the right, right.

Raise on high your banner,

That its folds may fly,
Like the wing of eagle

Sweeping to the sky.
If you wish to conquer,
Èvery foe you fight,

Keep to the right, boys,

Keep to the right.
Of your heavenly Father,

Strength and courage seek ;
Swords are to no purpose,

If the heart be weak !
Every arm endowing
With a warrior's might,

Keep to the right, boys,

Keep to the right !
Love should be your motto,

Duty be your aim ;
Ever “overcoming,".

Till a crown you claim ;
For a fame undying,
Strive with all your might;

Keep to the right, boys,
Keep to the right!

Poetry.

FAIR ROSE.

From whence came thy mantle of green, bright rose

From whence came thy mantle of green ?
So deftly woven, so richly wrought !
At a costly price thou hast surely bought

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 ;
His tender touch gave the tender tone;
No pencil but his—the Master's own

Could e'er tint such a marvellous blush.

And whence came thine odorous breath, sweet rose

Thy balmy and odorous breath?
So fresh, so fragrant !--some chemist's skill
Must sure from the dews of eve distil

That balmy and odorous breath.

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