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The Pine.

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HE vine is often named in the Scriptures as

an emblem of peace, of prosperity, and of Christ Himself. In eastern countries, the shade of the vine and also of the fig-tree were much prized as a protection from the scorching rays of the sun. The more wealthy of the inhabitants sometimes had a vine trained over a large frame of trellis

work (as in our cut) outside their houses, so as to resemble a room. This served as a beautiful apartment for the reception of friends and guests, being well adapted for social visits.

The prophet Zechariah-3 chap. 10 v.-makes a striking reference to this : “ Ir. that day shall ye call every man his neighbour under the vine and under the fig-tree.” That is, the day should come when Christians shall be so zealous as to the spiritual good of their fellow-creatures, that they shall embrace every opportunity of speaking to them about the things that belong to their peace. We believe that the time shall come when religious subjects shall be the favourite topics for conversation, instead of everything else being preferred. Then, and not till then, shall the prediction of the prophet be fulfilled.

T. B.

Tip's Sunday-School.
ER real name was Margaret Elizabeth,

after two grandmothers, one of whom left
her a string of gold beads, and the other
a curious china mug; but the mug was
broken, and the gold beads had been
sold to help to pay for her father's funeral.
He had given her the name of Tip; for
she was such a wee, wise, cunning body,

and when she did anything unusual, and it was always of the best, he used to say,--" That's tip

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top !”

Her father had been dead four years, now.

She was nine, and her brother George eleven.

They were very poor, for Mrs. Colmer went out washing and ironing, or took it into the house, and now and then George earned a little by doing some errand for a neighbour.

Mrs. C. had said that morning,—“When you come home from school, George, take your boots into Mr. Benson's to be mended.”

- I don't see why I need to, to-day. Joe Tracy wanted me to go nutting. They'll all be gone.”

“No, George, your boots are almost ruined now. You can wear my rubbers to run down there."

This was why George sat rather sulkily by fthe window and refused Tip's overtures to have “some fun.”

“There's Mrs. Brown getting in coal. I could earn a shilling, I know, if I only had my boots. It's always the way! I don't see why a fellow can't have two pairs at a time.”

“ Because we're so poor,” said Tip.

“'Twouldn't cost so very much. Jim Waters bought a pair for eight shillings.”

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“: But mamma had to pay rent on Saturday, you know. Well, I think I'll play Sunday-school, George.”

Play what you like,” he said ungraciously. She ranged the four chairs in a row, keeping the bench to sit upon herself. One she dressed up in her shawl, another was arrayed in the blue-and-orange table-cover, a third in a dingy water-proof, and, after considerable thought, she put her last week's dress over the fourth.

“Now, we will open the school by singing hymn the fifty-fourth," and she laid the open books in their laps. “Will you not help to sing, George?

I can't.'' So Tip sang bravely herself. Afterward she said the Lord's Prayer in a low reverential tone.

“Now, you will please find your lesson. Do you remember what it was? Ah! the parable of the talents. Very good. I am glad you remember it. We will each read a verse.”

The verses were read, and then Tip began with her questions. It was all fresh in her mind, for it had been her yesterday's lesson. How the five talents were doubled, and doubled again, and the two increased, bearing good fruit and golden sheaves. Then she came to the last.

“ He had only one ta and he went and buried it in the earth. I suppose it seemed so very little to him when he thought of the man who had five, and maybe he was afraid he should lose it. But if he had been doing his very best and met with any misfortune, God would have forgiven him ; for, you see, God was trying him to find out whether he would work. I guess he didn't want the trouble. It's just like us when we can only do a very little thing. It looks so small beside what rich people and great people do, and we think it isn't worth while. But when the Lord came, I think ke must have been a good deal ashamed. And then to have his talent taken away before them all —"

“ I say, now, that was rather rough,” interrupted George, who had been looking out of the window. No one had come to put in Mrs. Brown's coal yet, and he might have done it so easily—perhaps earned the whole shilling. Some children were going along with blocks. Mrs. Jennings had promised him three-pence for every basketful that he would bring.

Tip's lesson struck hard upon something inside of him – maybe it was conscience, or the one talent rolled up in a napkin.

“Yes; for he might have lost it. Banks break, and speculators somtimes get cornered and lose, and—”

“He might have tried,” said Tip softly.

“ But it is the people who have a good deal who can do. It was something to have ten talents, but-two wouldn't have been much. I don't wonder that he didn't try.”

“ There's Bill Nelson-he puts in sixpence on a Sunday, and they pay five pounds for their pew. Bill has splendid clothes too; and he gives away his old ones to poor folks. And his mother goes around visiting the sick, and takes them goodies; and so it seems as if it was some use when you had something to try with. And I might have done ever so many things this afternoon if I'd had a pair of boots. I haven't even one talent.”

“I don't know as it means-boots,” said Tip slowly.

“ But when you are poor there's always something in the way. Now, if I was Bill Nelson, what lovely things I could do for you and mother ! She shouldn't go out washing"

“O George !” interrupted Tip, “I do believe the one talent means all the little things, like getting water, and kindlings, and coal, aud saving mother where we can. And don't you remember about the widow's mite? The Saviour didn't despise her because she was poor. And if the man with the one talent had just done all that he could, or anything,"

George's face was turned toward the window again. “All that he could, or anything”--the words, kept ringing through his brain like a church-bell.

Tip went on gravely with her lesson.

He rose presently, and went to the closet. Oh! the kindlings were almost out, and the water-pail was empty. Of course Tip could get the water; she often did when he was out playing. He fumbled around until he found his mother's rubbers, and pulled them on over his home-made carpet slippers, which he always felt afraid the boys would laugh at. Then he took the pail and went to the pump.

“Thank you," said Tip. “And now I must put on the tea-kettle. My Sunday-school will be out when we have sung another hymn.”

But George was off in a twinkling_down to the new buildings to get some blocks and chips. Then he ran up the street with the basket on his shoulder.

“Mrs. Jennings, I have brought you some kindlings," he announced, running down the area way.

"I am a world obliged. Just run after another basketful, and I will give you sixpence."

It was odd how quick he went.

"I wish you would bring me some more on Saturday. And here is a piece of cake to take home to Tip. I saw her running home from school as bright as a button.”

“ Thank you.” He bad just time to fill his basket again before the six o'clock bell rang. On the way back he stopped at Mrs. Brown's. Anybody going to put in

your

coal?” “No; I wish you would. A man asked me two shillings and that's too much to give.”

“What'll you pay?" asked George, wondering if he could do it for one shilling. “ Fifteen pence.” · Hurray! I mean I'll do it.” Right away?”

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