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Our Boys and Girls
WHAT MRS. BLUEBIRD AND MRS. BROWN THRUSH SANG. "Yes, it is the very same boy!" Mrs. Blue bird fluttered a little nearer and peered cau tiously through the leaves. "Arc you sure?" asked Mrs. Brown Thrush, peeping timidly down from a swaying branch, "lie does not look like a thief," she added softly. "Yes, it is he. 1 remember noticing all that yellow hair, and although his eyes are elosed now, and he looks quite mild, he can look fierce and cruel, I assure you. I never shall forget how frightful he looked when he carried off my pretty eggs ? my very first, too. I was heart-broken, but, although my mate and I both flew at him and peeked at him as hard as we could, he took them, nest and all." Mrs. Bluebird flicked a tear from her eye with one daw, and Mrs. Thrush sighed in sympathy. "It must have been very terrible, but you have built again, of course?" "Yes, and I have two eggs already, which I will watch closely; but oh, dear! If he should find them and choose to take them, I could do nothing. We birds are so helpless." Mrs. Brown Thrush looked down at the boy curiously. "I can not see what a boy would want with birds' eggs. Tie does not eat them as the crows do, and, of course, he could not expect to hatch these eggs," she remarked. "Certainly not. Mrs. Catbird tells me that lie is making a collection of birds' eggs, lie took three of her lovely green-blue eggs in spite of her cries, and, although she followed him to his home, entreating him to give them back, he would not do it. Mrs. Catbird sayg he has stolen from Mrs. Robin, Mrs. Yellow Hammer, Mrs. Indigo Bunting*, Mrs. Oriote, Mrs. Bobolink and Mrs. Jennie Wren. Even poor Mrs. Mourning Dove has had to part with her only treasure, for which she grieves con stantly. You know, she has lost her mate, poor dear, and one would think that even a Doy would respect such sorrow as hers," Mrs. Blue bird said indignantly. "Boys must be terrible creaturcss," sighed Mrs. Brown Thrush. "They are indeed. I hope you have your nest well hidden, Mrs. Brown Thrush." "Yes, I have. I don't mind telling you; it is in a clump of ivy in the corner of an old rail fence ? such a lovely place, with clover grow ing all about. I have one spotted green beauty already. No boy could be so cruel as to steal it away, I am sure." The boy at the foot of the tree stirred un easily in his sleep. "Don't you think, Mrs. Bluebird, that if we should tell him that we love our pretty eggs as well as his mother loves him, and how we grieve to lose them, he would not rob any more birds' nests?" Mrs. Brown Thrush said. Mrs. Bluebird looked doubtful. "We might try it," she said, as they fluttered a step nearer and 1 his is what they sang: "We are only two hirds, -singing up in a tree. And we might be as happy as happy could be, bW hid in a thicket we each have a nest, V/ i th pretty, bright eggs ? oh, the dearest and best ! If we knew, little boy, with the bright yellow hair, That you would not steal them away from our care. They arc only eggs to you ; To us they arc little ones, too, That we cuddlc and press to our motherly breasts, As your mother cuddles you, little hoy, As your mother cuddles you." Bobbie sat up suddenly and rubbed his eyes. Why, it seemed as though he had really heard the birds talking over his head, and they were talking about him, too, calling him a thief and a robber! Why, he had only taken their eggs! They could easily lay some more. Of course, he wouldn't take little birds. And then a puzzled look came into his face. The eggs would have turned into little birds if he had left them alone in the nests, and he knew the birds had felt badly and hated to 'lose them, for they had followed him and made such a fuss, and tried to peck his eyes out. When he went home he looked at his collec tion of eggs thoughtfully. "I'd take them all back if I could," he said softly. ? The Child's Gem. BLESSED ARE THE PURE IN HEART. A few miles out, from a big eitj' up in tlm hills, is a small lake, which is always most care fully watched ami guarded. No boats arc al lowed upon it. Fishing is not permitted. Ani mals can not get. near to it. There is a man who does nothing but watch 1 he lake and see that nothing gets into it. If you were to ask that man why he is so carefully guarding the water, he would tell you that at one end of the lake there is a great pipe that carries water down to the city where thousands of people drink it every day. It is drinking-water that carries life down to to the city, and nothing impure must be allowed to get into it. This is just what Solomon meant by this verse, "Keep thine heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life." "We are to watch everything that goes into our hearts, just as faithfully and as carefully as the man at the lake watches the water, and sees that nothing impure enters there. When I was a little boy I saw a pretty little fly buzzing around a flower. Pretty soon he settled down on the flower, and I put out my hand and took him. I felt a sharp pain in my hand and dropped him and ran into the house. A bee had stung me, and my mother put some thing on it to draw out the poison. That is one kind of poison. We all remember being told that there were some bottles in the medicine closet that it would not do to taste, because they were poison and would hurt us. There are some things that we must never take into our hands, that we mnst not touch, and that we must never take into our mouths, because they are poison. There are also some things that we must never take into onr minds. A filthy book or story or picture will poison the mind. A poisoned mind is worse than a poisoned body. If evil thoughts come in, we can drive them out, and wc can keep them out if we fill our minds with good and pure thoughts, by read ing good books and associating with pure com panions and looking at clean pictures. If we fill our thoughts with the things that, are true and holy, there will be no room for the evil thoughts to come in. ? Exchange. BIBLE VERSES. And David said, Is there yet any that is left of the house of Saul, that I may show him kind ness for Jonathan's sake? Samuel also said unto Saul, the Lord sent me to anoint thee to he the king over His peo ple, over Israel. Now, therefore, harken thou unto the voiee of the words of the Lord. Here the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry, give car nnto my prayer. The fool hath skid in his heart, there is no The fool hath said to his heart, There is no God; they are corrupt, they have done abomi nable works, there is 110 one who doeth good. 0 foolish Galatiaus, who hath bewitched you, that ye should not obey the truth, before whose eyes Jesus Christ hath been evidently set forth, crucified among you. Now the Philistines fought against Israel and the men of Israel fled from before the Phil istines, and fell down slain in Mount Gilboa. Preserve me, O God : for in Thee do I put my trust. Lord, who shall abide in Thy tabernacle? who shall dwell in Thy holy hill? Observe the month of Abib, and keep the Passover unto the Lord thy God, for in the month Abib, the Lord thy God brought thee forth out of Egypt by night. Why standest Thou afar off, O Lord? Why hidest Thou Thyself in times of trouble? David therefore departed thence, and es caped to the cave, Adullam: and when his brethren and all his father's house heard it, they went down thither to him. Ephraim feedeth on wind and followeth the east wind: he daily inereaseth lies and deso lation, and they do make a covenant with the Assyrians, and oil is carried into Egypt. Now there was long war between the house of Saul and the house of David, but David waxed stronger and stronger and the house of Saul waxed weaker ami weaker. Manning, S. C. AN ENIGMA. My dear Miss Argyle: I am a little girl eleven years old and I am sending an enigma which I hope someone will answer in the Presbyterian of the South. My 17, 2, 7, 22, is something to wear. My 10, 3, 5, 20, 24, is an organ in the body. My 8, 16, 4, 12, 11, 15, is not empty. My 9, 6, 13, is a number. My 18, 19, 5, 23, 11, is not war. My 21, 7, 14, 1, is a place of defense. Your little friend, ELIZABETH TURNBULL. POCKETS. I used to be a baby and wear such baby clo'ea, No pockets in my dresses, just lace and ribbon bows. It made me so disgusted the way my hair would curl. For when I went away from home they thought i was a girl. But now. you ought to see me; they call me "little man," There's not a speck of trimmin' on my overalls of tan. And when 1 go out waikin' I'm proud as t can For in my big boy flxin's I've pockets, don't you see? My mother didn't like it when daddy bobed my hair, ? ? But I just laughed and shouted and bounced right off the chair, When, snip! the sclsors tackled that last of baby curl. For with my boy hair and pockets they'll know I'm not a girl. ? Exchange. i.. .