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
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
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
Presently one little boy said, "I know why;
he has the chance to shine the longest for
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
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
"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
"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
"We won't grumble if you should be gone
two hours. It's a very nice* thing for you to
"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
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.
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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
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
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
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lie thought the matter out carefully and
prayerfully, for he was only seven years re
moved from the blackncss of heathen darkness
Oue Sabbath he called all the people to the
"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.
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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
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.
"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."'
(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.
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