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smiled, and said he should think that would please a boy, and then he looked right in my face, and said, 'What do you think of Herbert Bell? Isn't he about as good a scholar as we have in the school?' I declare, Lois, if my

cheeks burned before, I felt this time as if my whole head had tumbled off into the stove, and I was choking with the smoke besides. I couldn't speak for a moment, but just pretended I had a terrible cough, and by and by I just man. aged to say,— Yes, sir, I don't believe there's a better fellow in all the world.'

• That's all right,' said Mr. Simmons very kindly, ' and now I've one more favour to ask of you.

and Herbert are such very good friends, your tastes must be something alike, and I should like some pleasant Saturday to take you with me to the city, to help me to pick out just the right kind of sled, for it is a good while since I was a boy, and I'm afraid I don't know so much about some things as I did then.'

I hardly remember what I said, sister, but pretty coon I was out on the road, thinking I knew just how that wicked old Haman felt, for you see I thought I was the boy Mr. Simmons delighted to honour, instead of that I must go to B-- and pick out a pretty sled for my Mordecai.” Pierre's voice shook, and leaning his hand against the window, he stared out into the dark rainy night.

“But, Pierre,” said Lois, “ I'm sure you're not at all like that bad daman. You certainly don't hate your Mordecai.”

No indeed, sister; there's all the comfort there is in the matter."

“ Not at all,” cried Lois ! “ there's something more. I think it was a very great honour for Mr. Simmons to consult you about the present.

It showed that he thought you had a noble, generous heart, and were above all feelings of envy and jealousy."

never thought of that,” said Pierre, brightening ;

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“ but then, sister,” he added more sadly, “ I'm pretty sure he saw what I was thinking about, and knew just how mean

I was.'

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“Not so very mean after all,” said Lois, smiling. “It was kind in you to praise Herbert—"

Why, sister?” interrupted Pierre, with a look of surprise. " What else could I do? Didn't I have to tell the truth?

“To be sure,” said Lois, smiling still more; “but I do not believe Mr. Simmons has such a very poor opinion of you. He knows very well how hard it is for a boy who has studied as you have, to stand aside, and let some one else take the first place. Ab, yes, little Pierre, we all have to struggle very hard and pray a great deal before we can very cheerfully ‘in honour prefer one another.'

But you can do it at last, sister ?” “Oh, yes; we can so far conquer our selfishness for Christ's sake, that at last we shall very much prefer other people's happiness to our own.”

Pierre looked thoughtful, but was much comforted, and so far reconciled to life, that the call to supper and nice hot cakes was by no means disregarded.



One pleasant Saturday, a few weeks after, Pierre rushed in with a bright face.

“ Well, sister, it's done at last. I and Mr. Simmons have bought the sled, and it's a regular beauty. It's name is • Rocket,' and it's the brightest red. Oh, won't Herbert's eyes snap! But now, sister, do you think it was wrong for me to wish for one too? There were plenty more beauties in the store, but they cost money,” and little Pierre sighed. “ Never mind," he continued bravely, Herbert is just the best fellow,-and I really do think at last, that if only one of us could have it, I would rather it should be he, and I think I'll give him my little flag, too, so everything will be complete. And oh, sister, I almost forgot,-examination will end on Wednesday, and I'm to have the honour of presenting the sled. But, do you know, I'm afraid Herbert half suspects, for he is in the greatest spirits, and says he knows something splendid that's going to happen before long. Some of the boys have got hold of it, too, I am sure, for one of them said to-day, 'There's something going on right under your nose, Pierre, but Dutch people never get their eyes open till four o'clock.' I was so happy I didn't mind it a bit, and only laughed to think how much wiser I was than any of them.”




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The great Wednesday came.

Herbert and Pierre passed very fine examinations, and at the close Pierre arose to deliver the speech which had been carefully prepared for the occasion.

“ Herbert Bell,” began Pierre, but (how awkward !) there was Herbert coming forward, too, and beginning

“Pierre Vanderberg—"

“Keep still, Herbert,” whispered Pierre, “I am about to make a speech and present you with a sled."

Just exactly what I am to do for you,whispered back Herbert, with a merry laugh.

Poor bewildered Pierre looked imploringly at Mr. Simmons, who, rising, said, I believe I shall have to decide this matter, and say that the sled belongs to Pierre Vanderberg, who has ten more good marks than Herbert.”

“Oh, Mr. Simmons,” cried poor Pierre, but entirely broke dowri, while Herbert shook his hand as if it were a pump-handle. Lois wiped her eyes in a corner, and the boys, who were all in the secret, made the old school-room shake with a perfect tempest of applause.-Youth's Penny Gazette.

The Old Herb' gdoman.


LICE found her one day resting under the

cooling shade of a tree outside the gar

den gate.

“Do you want something?" asked Alice.

“Yes, dear child,” she answered ; "I want a new dress."

A pretty calico ?" asked Alice.'

“ That will soon fade," answered the poor herb woman.

A black woollen ? " asked Alice.
“ That will too soon wear out,” answered she.
“ A silk ?" asked Alice.

I have nothing fit to wear with it," answered the herb woman, and Alice thought as much.

A plain, beautiful plaid ?" asked the child. “ That will too soon go out of fashion,” answered the herb


Do you care much about the fashion?" asked Alice.

“ I want the dress to last me a thousand years or more,” said the old woman.

“Oh!” exclaimed Alice, drawing back, for she half thought the poor woman was crazy ; “ do you expect to live so long? A thousand years is a great, great while, and you are pretty old now."

“ I shall live longer than that,” she said.

“ I will ask mother,” said the little girl, much puzzled, " if she knows what dress would suit you; and perhaps she'll buy it for you.”

“Your mother is not rich enough to buy it, dear child,” said the old woman."

“My father is rich,” said she.

“ Not rich enough to buy me the dress I want,” answered the old woman.

“ Do you want a dress like a queen ?" asked Alice.
“ No ; but I want a dress like a king's daughter's !"

“The old herb woman is crazy,” thought Alice to herself ; "she talks so queer. I don't know where you will get such a dress,” said she aloud; “something that will never fade, never wear out, never go out of fashion.”

“And never get soiled or spoiled," added the old herb woman; wear it when and where you may, it will always keep white and shining."

“ Oh !" was all that Alice could say. Then she added, " I should like such a one, I am sure. Could a little girl have one? But a little girl would outgrow hers.”

No;" said the herb woman ; the dress would let itself out so as to suit you always.”

The child was lost in wonder. Will you please tell me what it is, and where I can get one?" she asked.

“ It is the garment of salvation, which Jesus Christ has wrought for


and for me, dear child,” said the old woman tenderly. “ Christ came to take away the poor rags of our sins, and to put on us His pure white robe, and make us fit to be children of God, the great king, and live in his palace for ever. Should you not like to dear child ?”

Yes," answered the child, “I do want to be one of God's children. I always wanted to. Will He give me

a heavenly dress, do you think?"


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