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July 7, 1915] THE
Children'! Small Bi By llev. Stuart ivliold liow great a matter a little fire kind|oiIi. And the tongue is a tire. James 3:5-6. About forty-five years ago there was a terrible fire in the city of Chicago. Seventy thousand people had their homes burned up; I 1 3 1-M1 _ 1 i ' )v iiunureu were Kiiiea, ana one nunarea ami ninety millions worth of property was depraved. Do you know how that great fire started! It all came from a tiny lantern that ii man had taken with him to the barn. While lie milked his cow it was knocked over in some hay and that began it all. There were two little boys whom I knew. They had been told by their father not to play with matches. Back of the house where they lived was a great forest which ran up over the mountain for many miles. One day those hoys went otV into the mountain for a tramp ami took some matches with them. One of them said, "Let's make a fire with some of these old leaves." So they disobeyed their father and made a fire and after watching it a while came away and left it. That night while they were sleeping the fire alarm was sounded in the village. The forest was on fire. Kvcry man turned out and by working hard :dl that night and all the next day. They sue en-urn in puiiing me nrc out, Dut many hundreds of dollars worth of tine timber had been destroyed. See what a great matter a little lire kindled. The good man who wrote this verse said that the tongue was like a fire. It is very small, like the flame of a match, but it can do great evil if we do not watch and control it. There are two families living on opposite sides of the street. The men have had a big quarrel, and the women do not speak to each other when they pass, and the little children have been told not to have anything to do with one another. Those two families have had so much trouble that it is the talk of the town and it all started from one little unkind thing that one woman said about another. This is what is meant by these words, "The tongue is a lire." It is very little but it can start a world of trouble. SAVING THE BIRDS. It is a pathetic fact that the beacon of a ! iKm House, which guides the storm-tossed sailor safely to the haven where he would be, should be the eause of the merciless death, each year, of thousands of helpless birds, hound upon, long mysterious journeys under darkened skies. h'or years it has been thought that the birds, hypnotized by the light, dashed themselves "gainst it to their death. Mr. Thijsse, however (a Dutch naturalist), has learned from Ihrec years' experimenting, that the birds are seeking a resting place, as they fly round and ">uud the baffling light, and those who fall die within the lighthouse gallery, or in the s, a below, have fallen from sheer exhaustion. Working under the supervision of Mr. Thu-... j m'-hkj, aim Dy permission or-the authorities Trinity House, the Royal Society for the 'Totoction of Birds, in England, less than two years ago, erected perches for birds on the ''ghthouses of Saint Catherine's in the Isle Wight and the Casquets of Aldernay. Mr. Thijsse's experiments at the Great TerKchelling Light * showed that the loss of 'hrd life there had thus been reduced from 'I'ousands in a night to something like a hundred during the entire migration season. PRESBYTERIAN OF THE S< 3 Sermon eginnings. Nye Hutchison. Not only can the tongue do great evil if it speaks wrong words, but it can do great good if it speaks the things that are right. In the city of New York there is a building called the McAulcy Mission. It is one of the most famous missions in the world, for thou. sands of wicked men have found God there and have started to live good lives. Let me tell you how that mission got its name. Many years ago there was a bad man in that city named Jerry McAuley. lie had spent the most of his life in prison. He was a river thief, who stole from ships and boats along the docks. No sooner would he be out of prison for one crime than he would commit another and be sent back. His family had all deserted him and the police hated him. He did not have a friend in the world, and for months at a time no one ever thought of speaking a kind word to. him. One cold winter day he was standing on the street corner shivering. He was hungry, too, for he had had nothing to eat since morning. Just ther. a man came a Inn or mirl stnnnoil spoke a few kind words to him and gave him his warm overcoat. It was so long since Jerry McAuley had heard anyone speak that way that he did not know what to say. It was that kind word that that man spoke that day that made Jerry McAuley a Christian. He went and opened a place where he might help other poor men like himself, and l>ofore he died he had saved thousands of them. It was all the result of that kind word. A match is not as big as a baby's little finger but it can do great things. That match can start a fire in the stove that will warm the house and cook your dinner and make everybody happy and comfortable. Or it may set fire to the house and burn up the things that you love most and make everyone wretched and unhappy. The tongue is like that match. If we use it to speak kind and gentle words it will bless and help. But if we speak evil words it will bring a curse instead of a blessing. Norfolk, Va. "Thousand of birds," say the reports of the English lighthouse keepers, "instead of fluttering on weary wing around the baffling light, discovered the long line upon line of perches and crowded upon them. Thousands of little birds huddled together thickly, birds of many species and varying sizes, but all alike in their stransre nassinn to reach their native place." "It was," said one ?witness, "the most wonderful sight I have ever seen in my life."?Our Dumb Animals. SEED-SOWING AND SPREADING. Last summer some indifferent neighbors let their little bit of yard go uncared for. Plantain and chiekweed grew unmolested all summer long. Their little plot of ground was no larger than fifteen feet square. Just a small nutl'll ftf Wf?p<lvi urnu Inft <"? HI. ? .*. ,? -? ? .. ?. ,?...j ivit ^tun, i nni was all. It was really no one's business but their own. I am sure they would have said this if anyone had taken them to task. Results show, however, that his garden was not his own to the extent he thought. This summer all the lawns about are infested with plantain. The owners work hours digging out the pests before they go to seed and ruin the lawn. They feel as though it was very much their business that last year 3 U T H. (465) 7 one eareless man let his weeds grow and seeded an entire neighborhood. One boy in a crowd of other boys lets his evil thoughts and tendencies grow. He does not cut them down or pull them out by the roots, lie will tell you, perhaps, that it is really none of your business the kind of language he uses, lie is sowing seed. Months later, or even years later, many persons may be working hard to eradicate the plants which grew from seed that he scattered. Everyone is bound to soVv some kind of seed. Why not flowers instead of ill-smelling, otTensive-look ing weeds? Why not today plant violets Instead of jimson-weeds? Each fellow has a bag at hand Filled to the brim with seeds. ?Youth's World. HIS RECOMMENDATION. The newspapers some years ago related the following anecdote of Stephen Girard, the Philadelphia philanthropist: On one Saturday he ordered all his clerks to come on the morrow to his wharf to help unload a newly arrived ship. One young man replied quietly: "Mr. liirard, I can't work on Sunday." "You know the rules." "Yes, I know. I have a mother to support, but 1 can't work on Sundays." "Well, step up to the desk, and the cashier will settle with you." For three weeks the young man could find no work; but one day a banker came to Girard to ask if he could recommend a man for cashier in a new bank. This discharged young man was at once named as a suitable person. "But," said the banker, "you discharged him." "Yes, because he would not work on Sundays. A man who would lose his place for conscience' sake would make a trustworthy cashier." And he was appointed.?Rev. Frank E. Adams. THE ACCOUNT STILL OPEN. An infidel, boasting in a published letter that he had raised two acres of Sunday corn, which he had intended to devote to the purchase of infidel books, adds: "All the work done on it was done on Sunday, and it will yield some seventy bushels to the acre, so 1 don't see but that nature or Providence has smiled upon my Sunday work, however the Bible may say that work done on Sunday never prospers. My eorn tells another story." To this the editor of an agricultural paner re plies: "If the author of this shallow nonsense had read the Bible half as much as he has the works of its opponents, lie would have known that the Great Ruler of the universe does not always square up Ilis accounts with mankind in the month of October."?Mrs. B. G. Dower. GOD S FINGER. Prov. 11:30; John 1:41-46; Acts 1:8. During a revival service a man prayed for the conversion of a neighbor and said: "O Lord, touch my neighbor with Thy finger, with Thy finger, O Lord." Just then an inner voice said: "You are God's finger. Did you ever spt-HK 10 your neignnor concerning his soul's salvation? You go and touch the man and your prayer shall be heard!" The man ardse. His conscience was awakened and accused him. Almost a lifetime had he lived near his neighbor and not once had he spoken to him about the need of regeneration. Hundreds of opportunities came and went, but the conversation at such times was not about the one thing needful, but about the weather, politics, crops, business, etc. The first duty of a Christian, to witness for Christ, was left unfulfilled. How is it with us?