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our walk I remarked a number of carts of water hawking about the streets; so I asked a man how much he charged, and he said, "Fourpence a bucket." Next day I thought I would try my luck at selling water, and putting a horse into one of our drays, went into town and purchased an old ale hogshead, for which I was charged thirty shillings; then filling it at a deep hole I had discovered the day before, I perambulated the whole place till I was nearly exhausted, but not one drop did I sell. Quite dispirited at the failure of my speculation, I was just going home in despair, when a woman bought a bucketful. She gave me a sixpence, and on my returning her twopence change, she told me all the other sellers charged sixpence, and ordered a caskful, which I gave her for five shillings instead of seven shillings. As soon as it became known that we sold it at so low a price, we got more work than two drays with two casks on each could do; so you see the man who had purposely told us a falsehood about the price he got for the water (in hopes to deter us from trying the trade) was caught in his own net. Believe me, children, that even as respects this world, truthtelling and honesty are in the end the best policy.

'As the dry weather set in, water began to be scarce, and our trade became a very successful one. We purchased a shaft from some gold-diggers, and put up a tank and windlass, with two 18-gallon kegs, so that we obtained a constant supply. In the course of a few weeks the whole place got so dry that all the other sellers had to give up, as we did not fill any casks which were to be sold, so that we had the whole business in our own hands; nevertheless we lowered prices as the times were much worse. We continued for some time to make well, and were able to put about £20 weekly into the bank, after paying expenses, which were heavy, as we had to keep two men to draw up the water, and had also to pay for stabling two horses. Our tank was on a low flat, so that when, some months afterwards, twenty machines of one kind or another were put up to

dry the surrounding gold claims, our shaft was dried also, and I had to relinquish my trade of water-seller.

'One thing you may learn from my story, boys, is, that no matter how finely a man may have been brought up, he can always manage to gain an honest living, provided he puts his pride in his pocket, and works with his heart; and surely it is better to do that, than depend on the help of even the kindest of friends. The word of God tells us that "Wealth gotten by vanity shall be diminished; but he that gathereth by labour shall increase." 'And now, after having heard how I got my living, should any of my friends, old or young, think one whit the worse of me for so doing, why then, I care little for their opinion or their friendship.'

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A loud hurrah' from the youngsters, and a hearty shake of the hand from the elder members of the party, told more expressively than words could have done, that they at least were not ashamed of Uncle Godfrey, despite his having for some months acted the part of a waterseller; and Ronald, as he looked at his uncle's noble countenance, blushed to think that he had been so foolish as to feel ashamed to carry a parcel through the streets, for fear he would be mistaken for a shop-boy.

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THE NOBLEMAN'S JEWELS.

RICH nobleman was once showing a friend a great collection of precious stones, whose value was almost beyond counting. There were diamonds, and pearls, and rubies, and gems from almost every country on the globe, which had been gathered by their possessor with the greatest labour and expense. And yet,' he remarked, they yield me no income.'

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His friend replied that he had two stones which cost him about ten florins each, yet they yielded him an income of two hun

dred florins a year.

In much surprise the nobleman desired to see the wonderful stones; when the man led him down to his mill, and pointed to the two toiling grey mill-stones. They were laboriously crushing the grain into snowy flour, for the use of hundreds, who depended on this work for their daily bread. Those two dull, homely stones did more good in the world, and yielded a larger income, than all the nobleman's jewels.

So it is with idle treasure everywhere. It is doing nobody any good. While poor souls are dying of thirst, the money is hoarded and hid away which might take the water of life to them. It is right to be prudent and saving of our money when it is for a good, fixed purpose; but to hoard it up for its own sake is more than folly—it is sin; and even when we save for a good purpose, a part is the Lord's. It is not all ours; we cannot spend all upon ourselves, and yet have God's favour.

Learn early to value money at its true worth, and to spend even pennies as God's stewards. He will certainly call us to give an account of the way in which we have spent even the smallest sums.'

THE SUNBRIGHT CLIME.

HAVE you heard, have you heard of the sunbright clime,

Undimmed by sorrow, unhurt by time;

Where age hath no power o'er the fadeless frame, Where the eye is fire and the heart is flameHave you heard of that sunbright clime?

A river of water gushes there,
'Mid flowers of beauty strangely fair,
And a thousand forms are hovering o'er
The golden waves and the dashing shore
That are seen in that sunbright clime.

A million of forms are clothed in white,
In garments of beauty clear and bright:
They dwell in their own immortal bowers,
'Mid fadeless hues of countless flowers,

That bloom in that sunbright clime.

Ear hath not heard, and eye hath not seen,
Their heavenly forms and their changeless sheen:
Their ensigns they wave and their banners unfurl
O'er the jasper walls and gates of pearl
That are fixed in that sunbright clime.

But far, far away is that sinless clime,
Undimmed by sorrow, unharmed by crime,
Where, 'mid all things that are fair, is given
The home of the just, and its name is Heaven—
That's the name of that sunbright clime.

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MANY A SLIP 'TWIXT THE CUP AND THE LIP.'

ON'T, Archie, don't; how rude you are!' said little Pearl Grey to her brother, as, rising from a low chair, she picked up a small wooden cup which her brother had playfully dashed to the floor just as she was raising it to her lips. There was only a drop of milk in it, and as the nursery floor was guiltless of a carpet, there was no great harm done; and the tone in which little Pearl spoke had more of mirth than

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