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Wie best Scholar.
HO is the best scholar, or have you any
best at your school ?" I asked a group of school-girls.
Lucy Towne," quickly replied three or four at once.
What makes her best?” I asked. “Oh, 'cause,” bashfully answered one whom I looked at. As that proved
nothing, I asked the others. “ She recites best,” answered one.
She's always ready, and never keeps the class waiting," said another.
“She never gets excused,” said a third.
“She's real nice at play, and never gets angry,” said a seventh. “And something else," said one who had spoken before.
Ah, what is that?" I asked. “Mother says Lucy loves and obeys God," answered the child.
The secret, then, of her being the best scholar is because she is God's scholar, and is taught by the Holy Spirit those precious lessons of penitence, humility, and love, which cannot but make her a good scholar in any school.
“ How old is Lucy?" I asked, becoming much interested in what I heard of her.
'My age,” said the chief speaker, “twelve this month."
“I suppose Lucy studied all the time. I am sure I can't do that,” some little girl says. But I found afterwards
that Lucy had time for many things besides her books; for when she studied, she studied; and when she played, she played.
Her favourite place of study, in pleasant summer days, was the bank under an old oak in her father's garden. Here she used to go alone with her books, and before opening them she prayed to the Lord Jesus to help her to fix her mind on the lesson, and not waste her time over her books. So, if a lady-fly lighted on the page, she did not stop to talk to the lady-fly; or if a bird sung overhead, she did not attend to his concert; or if a bee buzzed round a wild violet, she let it go about its business, and she minded hers. Thus you see, things which usually tempt heedless children idleness and inattention, had no effect upon Lucy Towne, because she was armed against them beforehand, by having a distinct purpose in her mind, and by prayer for grace to carry
it out. And I well know, if all the children in the school would become God's scholars first, be taught of Him, mind His rules, and love His Word, and learn His lessons, all the grumbling, and fretting, and crying, which now cloud school life, would pass off, and school become one of the happiest and busiest spots on earth.–Family Treasury.
The Little Twig. LITTLE twig scarcely an inch long, so tender that an infant hand could break it, rough and unseemly, without comeliness ; and when I saw it there was no beauty that I should desire it.
It said,—“If I were comely and beautiful like those spring flowers I see, I could attract, and please, and fulfil a mission."
It said, "If I were like yonder oak or cedar, I could afford shelter to God's weary sheep at noonday, and the fowls of heaven should sing among my branches.”
It said, "If I were even strong, I might bear some burden, or serve a purpose as a peg, a bolt, or a pin, in God's great building that is going up. But so ursightly, so weak, so small !!
A voice said to it,"Abide in me, and I in you. He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit." And so it rested in faith, homely and even apparently doing nothing.
It was not long until a glory of leaves crowned it (Ps. cxix. 4), and in God's time I saw the heavy fruit it bore.
The little twig rejoiced as passers-by admired the fruit, and praised the tree; and it dropped the fruit as though it had not borne it, and waited again on God, barren, unseemly, and fruitless, all through the frosty winter.
What a waiting on God was that! What a faith still to o abide,” when it could not feel one drop of the tree's life blood ; and reckon itself alive, though chill blasts smote it, and coats of ice wrapped it round. But it abode, and in due time it rejoiced in a wealth of leaves, and bore again the luscious, heavy fruit.-Earnest Christian.
Walter WilkiNSON was born at Northwich, January 14th, 1854. Very early he was taken to the Wesleyan Sunday-school; but owing
to a matter of "principle the father and the family left them and joined our ciety. From very early life he was the subject of serious
impressions. The Sabbathschool was his delight; he always loved his teacher ; was very attentive ; and took great interest in the instruction given.
Some months before bis death, he joined the Church and became a consistent member. But the rose when just beginning to open, was plucked by the Saviour, and removed to a more genial clime.
Walter's affliction which ended in his death (gastric fever)—was a very painful one, but he was as patient. and as happy as an angel ; for he sweetly talked of Jesus and about going to live with him for ever; and whenever his strength would allow, he would sing, Beautiful Canaan just be
fore, &c. When talked to about hea
ven, he had great confidence in going there. He said he was going to be with Jesus, and enjoy the pleasures of heaven. His constant cry was to God for help. On the day of his death he asked his parents if they could see the heavenly hosts that were then in the room; and asked them to sing for him. They sang, There is a land of pure de
light Where saints immortal reign Infinite day excludes the
night, And pleasures banish pain. His father being afraid he would not be able to talk with them up to the last, told him to put up his hands if it were well with him at the last, which he did, and fell asleep in Jesus aged seventeen years.
A person in Maryland, who was addicted to drunkenness, hearing a considera
ble uproar in his kitchen one night, had the curiosity to step without noise to the door to know what was the
matter, when he “found his silver ribbons, its railways servants indulging in the like ruled lines, its woods remost unbounded roars 'of presented by patches of verlaughter at a couple of ne- dure, and its towns exhibit. gro boys who were mimick- ing grooves or gutters for ing himself in his drunken streets; and kitchen areas fits-as how he reeled and
for squares. staggered, how he looked, This effect is the and nodded, and hiccough- striking when we look pered, and tumbled. The pic- pendicularly down upon tall, tures which these children slender objects, like steeples, of nature drew of him, and pillars, or elevated statues. which had filled the rest with The monument of London such inexhaustible merri- becomes a mere gilded speck ment, struck him with so on the pavement. The hapsalutary a digust, that from less column in the Place that night he became a per
Vendome, now overthrown fectly sober man, to the great by the hands of Frenchmen joy of his wife and children. themselves, was described
by an aeronaut as a kind of
“pin stuck head downwards As we rise, the view below in a cushion." A view of grows more 'expansive, but, the statue of Napoleon, as at the same time, it appears seen from on high, is given to flatten.
The hills are by M. Flammarion, and preplaned down, the valleys sents a ludicrous picture, are filled up, and the rich the figure being crushed inundulations and inequali- to a sort of black amorphous ties which contribute lump, which would be uttermuch to the picturesque are ly unintelligible were it not in a great measure lost to that the shadow exhibits the aerial eye.
something of the human to be hovering over a huge form, and not inaptly sugo variegated ordnance map, gests some strong reflections tinted for the most part with respecting the fallen fortunes green : its rivers looking like of the imperial dynasty.
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