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Seeking the Best Things. By Rev. Stuart Nye Hutchison, D. D. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. ? Matthew 5:6. Did you ever know a little boy who was not collecting something? I saw one not long ago picking up something on the ground. I stopped to see what it was. He was gathering acorns. He had several boxes full. I asked him what he was going to do with him. He said, "I don't know. I am just getting them." Some boys collect marbles. They have fine collections of agates, and shooters, and all kinds that boys like. There are others that love to gather postage stamps. They are always looking for some new kind of stamp. They have stamps of Eng land with the king's head on them, and pretty, queer stamps from China and Japan, and dozens of other countries all over the world. Almost every boy has a collection of some kind. Some one said one day, "What funny people boys are. They are always looking for something." "Well, boys are not any different from grown-up men. Everybody is seeking for something in the world. There are some people who spend all their lives seeking for money. They want a great deal, and when they get that they will want more. If some one were to ask them what they would do with it, they would say, "I don't know. I am just getting it," like the little boy who was gathering acorns. Gathering money never satisfies anyone. I wonder if you have ever taken a drink of ocean water. Perhaps when you first went bathing at Ocean View or Vir ginia Beach you swallowed a little of the water. You know it isn't like the water we drink at home. Instead of satisfying our thirst, it makes us more thirsty. And the more we drink of it the thirstier we get. That is the way with the man who lives to make money. The more of it he gets the more he wants. He is never satisfied, and often the people who have the most of it are the most unhappy and discon tented. So money doesn't bring happiness. Then there are others who are always seek ing pleasure. A little pleasure is a fine thing. But wh6n we have much of it we become very weary of it. Some day you are off on a picnic. You go to the seashore or the country, and you have a good time all day. When it is all over you think how good it would be if you had a picnic like that every day. But if you were to have one every day you would soon become very tired of it, and want to go back to school and to work again. All pleasure never makes anyone happy. What is there that we can seek that will bring us real happiness? In this verse Jesus tells us, it is righteousness. This means doing good. Oncc there was a king who had a son whom he loved very much. But the young prince had very poor health. The king was very much worried, lie knew that if anything were to happen to him he would have no one to Tie king after he died. He had the best doctors of the realm to come and see him, and they did their best, but there was not one of them who was able to help him, and he grew worse and worse. At last the king thought that he would surely lose him. One day there came to the court a wise old man. lie said to the king, "I ean cure your son, but he must do exactly as I tell him." The king was very glad and said, "If you will cure him I will give you anything that you ask." The old man said, "I do not care for any reward. I only want the prince to get well." The old man took a piece of paper and wrote something on it with an invisible ink. lie gave it to the prince and told him after he had gone to hold the paper up to the fireplace. The prince did as the wise man told him. He held the paper up to the fire and when the print became warm, the writing came out so that he could read it. This was what was written there, "P something for someone else every day you live." Well, the prince did as the wise man advised. He began to think about other people instead of about himself, and it was not long before he was well and happy. Do you know that when you are getting things for yourself and doing things for your self, it is not very long before you become very tired of it. But begin to think about others and do something for someone else every day that you live, and it will not be long before you, too, will be happy. This is what Jesus meant when he said, "Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled." Norfolk, Va. "I had so many, and I shall only have one," she thought. "Now, let's see them," exclaimed the im petuous group when all were inside. Celia opened the box slowly. A chorus of "Oil's" greeted the appearance of the blos som*, then "I wish I had some," was repeated over and over. Celia looked at the five pairs of longing eyes. "They don't have flowers, either," she con sidered, "and thev want 'cm as much as I do. I s'pose I'd feel the same if one of them had 'em." One after another she picked up the slender stalks with their snowy blossoms and gave them out to the waiting band. "Don't let 'em freeze," she cautioned. She tore into small pieces the paper which had wrapped the flowers. "Here, put them in this." Then with her lone flower she left the house and went on to her own home. "I b'lieve I've got the prettiest one any way," she declared when she took it from the box. She held it up and examined it care fully. "There couldn't be a handsomer one. And maybe, after all, it's better for six people to be happy than just one." Surely Celia was right, and do you know, 1 think that it was the sharing of her treas ures which imparted such great beauty to the one flower that she kept for herself. ? Am. Messenger. ENJOYS THE PAPER. Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl eight years old, and I am in the third reader, and in spelling. My school teacher is Miss Grace Wiest. My Sunday-school teacher is Miss Nellie Groff. I like her very well. We enjoy your paper very much. I will close now. Gerrardstown, W. Va. Isabel Miller. . FIVE SISTERS AND ONE BROTHER. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl eight years old. I live in the country. I go to school every day that I can. My teacher is Miss Beatrice McLean, and the principal tcacher is Mr. John W. Monroe. I go to Sunday-school and church every Sunday. I have five sisters and one brother, all going to school and en joying it very much. This is the first letter I have written to your paper. From your little unknown friend, Carthage, N. C. Johnsie Louise Caddell. Dear Johnsie : I am glad to hear that-you and all your sisters and your brother enjoy Sunday-school so much. IIow large is your Sunday-school ? H. A. BIG BOYS NOW. Presbyterian of the South, Dear Sirs : When we were little boys, four and six years old, we wrote to you that we had recited the little Catechism. Now that we are big boys, seven and. nine, we write to tell you that we have perfectly recited the Shorter Catechism. We want you to put our names on your Roll of Honor. . Your friend, William and Thomas English Hill. 104 Gordon Street, Atlanta, Ga. My Dear Big Boys: It is fine to know that you have recited the Shorter Catechism per fectly*. Won't you write us another letter and tell us about some of the other things you do? H. A. FOUR CATS AND ONE DOG. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl ten years old. I go to school. I am in the fourth grade. I go to Sunday-school whenever I can. I have four cats and one dog. My cats' names are Nigie, Blackie, Dumpy and Spot. My dog is Bill. My papa takes your paper, and I en joy reading the letters. I hope you will print this, as I want to surprise my papa. Your friend, Nannie Wilson Moore. News Ferry, Va. Dear Nannie: I am sure your papa will be pleased with your letter. H. A. Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl twelve years old. I go to school. I am in the fourth grade. I go to Sunday-school. Mrs. Coleman is my teacher. She sent me a nice Christmas present. I have a father and two sisters and two brothers. My oldest sister keeps house. My mother is dead. I have three pets, a co\^ and two cats. I belong to the Presbyteu^ church and the Ladies' Aid Society. I re the Child's Catechism. Please put fhy iBme on the Roll of Honor and send me a certificate. I was at a nice Christmas dinner yesterday at my grandmother's. I will close for this time, as Cfiis is my first letter. Please print this, as I want to let my Sun day-school teacher read it. From your unknown friend, fl Nelly's Fc.'d, Va. Lena Bell Berry. Dear Lena: We will send you the certifi cate in a few days. When are you going to begin on the Shorter Catechism? H. A.