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The Two Mites. “And Jesus sat over against the treasury, and beheld how the

people cast money into the treasury; and many that were rich cast in much. And there came curtain poor widow, and she threw in two mites, which make a farthing. And he called unto him his disciples, and saith unto them, Verily I say unto you, that this poor widow hath cast more in than all they which have cast into thetreasury: for all they did cast in of their abundance ; but she of her want did cast in all that she had, even all her living.”—Mark xii. 41, 44.


AM glad this poor woman came in just as she did. I am glad she did not stop, look a: her mites, and say, “ There is no use in my giving only these.” I am glad she did not look at her little family, and say, I must not rob my children.” I am glad she did not look at her rich neighbours, and say, “They will not expect

me to give.” Because, if she had, St. Mark could not have told us how the Lord loves little. He does not love stingy littles, or careless littles, or grudging littles. If we give Him such littles, we cannot expect his favour or approval, so for God loves a cheerful giver.” This poor woman gave him her little all; and it was the “ all ” that pleased the Lord, whether little or much, because God loves to be trusted, not half v:ay, but wholly.

Did you ever hear of the poor woman who gave her teakettle? Perhaps not, Well, she did. She was poor and old, and lived with her son, who never gave her a farthing. She had not much comfort in anybody but God; he comforted her; and she took great delight in praising him and praying. She was never tired of saying, “Thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” And it pleased her to hear the minister tell about preaching Christ to the heathen, and getting the little black children

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into Jesus' fold ; and she wished she could do something The minister asked her one day if she had not her widow's mite to give. • Come in two weeks,” said she, see.

Well, she thought and thought where she could get it, and quite likely wondered how the poor widow in the Bible got hers. She was past earning it, and besides, she lived on the edge of the pine woods, where money was scarce. One night as she lay praying and thinking, she thought of an old brass tea-kettle there was up in the garret, under the eaves of the house, and the next morning she went and found it among the dust and rubbish of years. It was her tea kettle. She took it under her shawl to the blacksmith's shop, and there sold it for-how much do think? Two shillings! When the minister came back she put them into che Lord's Treasury, and how happy and thankful she was. It was one of those “ little alls the heart of God.

Then you know how the “two mites” gained, according to God's arithmetic. “ This poor widow,” said Jesus, “cast in more than they all ;" for " two mites

added to love, and multiplied by faith, and that multiplied again and again by prayer, will run up very fast; I expect, faster than we can count, or see to count. Nor can we see the answer; but God can. It is in a rich revenue of blessing-a treasure laid up on high.

Is it not comforting, children, to think God will take our “ little alls ?” What are you going to do with your two mites ? Do not spend them foolishly ; do not spend them carelessly. I will tell you what to do. Put, “For Christ's sake” on them, and cast them into God's treasury. Let him use them for carrying on his great and blessed kingdom, and you will never be sorry for that--never, never.Family Treasury.

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Christian in the Slough of Despoud.

OHN BUNYAN tell us in the Pilgrim's

Progress that Christian, hastening from the City of Destruction, fell into the Slough of Despond. Here he was in so sad a plight that he was tempted to turn back, but being afraid that he would perish, he struggled hard to get through. When at the greatest extremity, a

whose name was help, came up, "gave him his

hand, drew him out, set him upon solid ground and told him to go on his way.

If any of our young readers should ever feel the burden of their sins to be so heavy, that they begin to doubt of




God's mercy and of the saving merits of Christ, so almost to despair of salvation, let them earnestly call on the name of the Lord, and He will send them HELP and deliverance. Then shall they be enabled to say with the Psalmist, -“ He brought me out of a horrible pit, and out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.” Psalm xl. 2.

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In Honour Preferring One Another."


OIS VANDERBERG, with her shawl

over her head, had been standing at the gate more than half an hour, in the chill evening air, looking vainly for her little brother Pierre, when suddenly the boy appeared through the thick mist as if he had risen out of the earth.

Ah, here you are,” cried Lois. “ How

slowly you must have walked ! Father has been waiting an hour for his paper.

But come now, do hurry in out of the rain. We've got a splendid roaring fire for this dreary night, and we're going to have hot cakes for tea!”

But to this cheery intelligence little Pierre only responded,—" I'm sure I don't care if we are,” in such a dismal tone, that, as they entered the bright fire-lighted kitchen, Lois turned upon him a louk of great anxiety.

• I'm afraid you're sick, Pierre,” said she, seeing very clearly that something had gone wrong.

“No; don't trouble me; I'm only tired.” Nevertheless, Lois noticed that when he had hung away


his damp coat and tippet, he seated himself by the window as far as possible from the bright, cheerful fire, and hid his head behind the curtain.

“Now, Pierre," she whispered, following him, "you must tell me what has happened.”

“Don't ask me, sister,” said Pierre, melting a little. “ I'm ashamed to tell.”

But Lois persisted, and she had such kind,“ taking ways” that as Pierre would have told you, she never let down her little bucket of sympathy into Pierre's heart without drawing up nearly all his troubles.

Well, Lois,” said he slowly, “ in the first place, you know how anxious father has been that I should be head boy at school this year, and you know how I've studied early and late, and haven't missed a single lesson !”

“ Yes, indeed,” cried Lois.

“ Then you know that Herbert Bell is the only other boy who has been studying so hard, and I'm sure I can member at least three times he has missed this quarter.”

“ Yes, well ?”

“Well, 'to-day, Mr. Simmons asked me to stay a few minutes after school, and when the scholars were all gone, he said, --I have been ve:y much pleased with some of my scholars lately, and I've been thinking I should like to make the one who has the most good marks at the end of the quarter some reward for his industry and good behaviour. Now what should you think a boy, about your age, would like best for a present this winter?' O Lois, you can't think how my heart beat! I thought right away, 'I'm sure he means me,' and I'm afraid he thought so, for it seemed to burn right through my cheeks. But in a minute, I said, just as carelessly as I could, “Why I should think, sir, a boy couldn't like anything better than a nice little sled, with iron shoes, and painted bright red,' for you know Lois, I've wanted one three winters, and father never could afford it,, and now times are harder than ever. Well, he

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