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Boys and Girls HOW TO HELP. Said Peter Paul Augustus: "When I am grown a man, I'll help my dearest mother The very best I can. I'll wait upon her kindly; She'll lean upon my arm; I'll lead her very gently, And keep her safe from harm. But when 1 come to think of it, The time will be so long." Said Peter Paul Augustus, "Before I'm tall and strong, I think it would be wiser To be her pride and joy By helping her my very best While I'm a little boy." ? Brown Memorial Monthly. THE LONGEST CANDLE. A Nutshell Sermon for Children. A minister was talking to a meeting of chil dren. lie brought out a row of candles 011 <i board ; a very long candle was at one end, a very short one at the other. Between the long one and the short one were candles of various heights. He said that by these candles he wanted to represent the grandfather, father and mother, boys and girls, and the baby of a family who never heard of Christ until a missionary came ? whom he represented by a lighted candle ? and from that day loved and served Him. Thereupon lie lit all the candles from the on" that was burning already. He then asked which candle they thought represented the grandfather, the mother and so on. They all thought that the tallest candle would be the grandfather, but he told them "No, that stands for the baby, the youngest member in the family. Can any of you tell me why?" Presently one little boy said, "I know why; he has the chance to shine the longest for Jesus." Yes, children, give yonr hearts to Jesus now, while you are young, and then you can shine for Him as long as you live, and also have the joys of Ilis religion as long as yon live. Pray, "O satisfy us early with Thy mercy: that we may rejoice and be glad all our days." ?By Rev. G. B. P. Hallock, 1). I). "IF MY BOY HAD LIVED." The chief looked up as Kenneth came in and slood by his desk. "I came to ask you, Mr. Bennett, if you would excuse me from the office this after noon for an hour and a half. I'll work over time tonight if you like, or make it up tomor row." "Why an hour and a half this afternoon?" "Mother's washerwoman is to be buried, and I feed I ought to attend her funeral. She washed for mother for over ten years, and when mother was sick did things for her that other people wouldn't. "And when mother died it was Mrs. Gates who came and put everything in order for me with each garment packed away nice and clean. "A fellow doesn't forget a service like that. I 've kept in touch with her ever since. I took her some flowers the last time I went, and I can see her yet. as she shaid, 'Thank you kindly for your goodness, Mr. Kenneth. It seems strange for me to be having flowers.' "So, if you will be so kind, I'd like to be excused for about an hour and a half. I think I can safely promise to be back within that time." "We won't grumble if you should be gone two hours. It's a very nice* thing for you to do." "Thank you, sir," cried Kenneth, gratefully, as he went out. The chief dropped his pen and looked after the retreating young figure with his keen eyes. And then somehow a mist dimmed them as he said to himself, "If my boy had lived, I would have liked him to do a thing like that." ? S. S. Gem. THE GRANDPA WHO THREW PILLOWS'. "Surely an innocent amusement," you will say, but pillows in Korea are solid wooden logs, of four inches in diameter. Nearly all the men in the village were re lated to the old man. When they became Christians, they gave up not only liquor, but, of their own accord, tobacco, too. They thought it a sinful and hurtful waste and did not see how they could conscientiously make beer for the old man, or even plant tobacco where food ought to grow to the glory of God and the good of men. But grandpa wanted beer and tobaeco, and this Jesus doctrine, over which the village had gone mad, came between him and his de sires. So, when the villagers met for worship, grandpa came in quietly and, picking up a pillow, hurled it at some one's low bowed head. Then grandpa would go out feeling as com fortable as if had had a good smoke. But one thing surprised and bothered him, no one resented his new recreation. ? ? ? One day he waited a minute, choosing a shot, and as he did so he heard his name men tioned in prayer. Were they praying for death and destruction for him? lie listened; no, it was penitence and faith and peace of mind, and eternal blessing they sought. That was too much for grandpa ; he went out without quenching his thirst for revenge. The next time grandpa came in they were praying for him again and he sat down among them, then bowed his head to the floor. When the writer visited the group for the senior missionary, he heard an old man, out in and make his peace with God, for the time the yard, earnestly urging a crony to hasten as the time was short. Impressed by his earnest plea, the writer asked who he was. They replied, "The old man who used to throw pillows." THE WITCH DOCTOR. Isaiah Mupepwe, a native missionary in Africa, had a hard time in Nyatsan/.e. The work hadn't gone well there, although no one knew why. It didn't take Isaiah long to find out. An old witch doctor had died, leaving his magona, or receptacles for his medicines, in a cave'near the village. This long-haired, charm-incanting, fear-in spiring individual had been a mighty man in life. But he was mightier still in death. "My magona will watch over you for evil if you do not believe the words I have spoken to you," he said before he died. "Tf you hear any other words, a great pes tilence will break out among you. If any one goes into the cave to look at these magona he will not live long. And if anyone touches them, ho will surely die immediately." So nobody would lsiteu to the native preacher. ? ? * lie thought the matter out carefully and prayerfully, for he was only seven years re moved from the blackncss of heathen darkness himself. Oue Sabbath he called all the people to the church. "I have not called you here to preach," he said to them. "I have prayed much to God, and now I am going into the cave to bring down those magona. " The people bogged him not to go. "If you go you will die," they warned. "If you go I shall be a widow," sobbed his wife. * ? ? Isaiah would not listen to any of their words, lie went. The natives stood around watching him with big, frightened eyes. When he disappeared into the blackness of the cave they never expected to see him again. Hut after awhile lie came out carrying something in each arm. With one mad rush they broke and fled, dragging their children with them, lest they should be cursed. But from behind the trees ami through cracks of their houses they watched him. lie didn 't fall down. He didn't look sick. And he had the magona. For three weeks the people watched Isaiah to see what awful fate would befall him. Noth ing happened. One day they came to him in a body. "We think that old witch doctor was wrong," they said. "Your God is the real God." So a great revival started at Nyatsanze. A SWARM OF B'S. B hopeful. B cheerful, B happy, B kind, B busy of body, B modest of mind, B earnest, B truthful, B firm and B fair; Of all Miss B haviour B sure to B ware. B think, ere you stumble, of what may B fall; B true to yourself and B faithful to all. B brave to B ware of sins that B set; B sure that one sin will another B get. B just and B generous, B honest, B wise, B mindful of time and B certain it flies. B prudent, B liberal, of order B fond; Buy less than you need B fore buying B yond, B careful, but yet B the first to B stow; B temperate, B steadfast, to anger B slow; B thoughtful, B thankful, whate'er B tide. B pleasant, B patient, B gentle to all; B best if you can, but B humble withal. B prompt and B dutiful; still B polite; B reverent, B quiet, B sure to B right. B calm, B retiring, B ne'er led astray; B grateful, B cautious of those who B tray. B tender, B loving, B good and B nign; B loved shalt thou B, and all else shall B thine. ? Belfusl Witness. A PRAYER. "Lord Jesus, Thou Who lovest Each little child like me. Oh, take my life and use it, And let me shine for Thee. Oh, give me bit of work to do, To show how much I love Thee, too."' JAPANESE GIRLS. (With parasol, lantern and fan.) Littl* Japanese are we, Very stately, bow sedately; And we come from over the sea, Very lately, very lately. From the islands of Japan, Waving parasol and fan. From the islands of Japan. Little Japanese, you see, Lanterns gleaming, lights are str?aming. Merry little folk are we, In our dreaming, in our dreaming; From the far-off Sunrise Land We have come, you understand, From the far-off Sunrise Land, Marching^hand in hand. ? Selected.