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CLOVDS WITH SILVER LIN
INGS.
- The's never a day so sunny
Bat a little cloud appears ;
Thee's never a life so happy
But has had its time of tears;
Yet the sun shines out the better
When the stormy tempest clears.
.Ther's ASver a garden growing
With roses in every plot;
There's never a heart so hardened
But it has one tender spot;
We have only to prune the border
To And the forget-me-not.
There's never a cup so pleasant
Bathas bitter with the sweet;
There's never a path so rugged
That bears not the print of feet;
- iiwe ha i* a helper promised
For the trials we may meet.
There's never a sun that rises
Bat we know 'twill set at night;
The tints that gleam in the morning,
At evening are just as bright;
Ad the hour that is the sweetest
Is between the dark and light.
There's never a dream that's happy
But the waking makes as sad;
There's never a dream of sorrow
But the waking makes us glad;
We shall look some day with wonder
At the troubles we have had.
; There's never a way so narrow
But the entrance is made straight;
There's always a way to point us
To the "little wicket gate;"
And the angels will be nearer
To a soul that is desolate.
There's nevera heart so haughty
But will some day bow and kneel;
There's never a heart so wounded
That the Soviour cannot heal ;
There is many a lowly forehead
That is bearing the hidden seal.
There's never a day so sunny
But a little cloud appears;
There's never a life so happy
But has had its time of tears;
Yet the sun shines out the better
When the stormy tempest clears.
PHlKIND TURKHYJUN,
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A THAlKSGIVMG STORY.
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'It was the evening before Thanks
givg.
The sun had gone down behind
the hills of Greenville, leaving then
o and bare against the dull sky
The squirrels were safe and warn
in their own little houses crackizq
nuts for their thanksgiving dinner
The trees waved their tall, bart
branches in the bitter cold, but the;
knew that their roots were shelter
ed by the kind earth. The coli
winter shouted a merry "good eve
ning" to everything, as he rushei
over the frozen ground.
He raced over the bare hills ; the
squirrels drew closer together, ani
exulted over their crowded store
house; the trees bowed a statel;
good-night, as he whisked away
buzthe calmied down as he met
-little figure on the frozen road, ani
gave her time to draw her fadei
cloak tighter over her blue hands
before he rushed on again.
A wagon was heard. "Rattle
rattle !" Even the wagon is cold
th.e child thought, as she heard thi
loose spokes rattling in the wheels
She stepped aside for the wa~
onuto pass; the driver a pleasant
looking man, stopped his horses
and asked her whith~er she was go
ing.
"To the city," answered th<
child.
"To the city!" cried the mar
"Why you will never get there, un
less you are blown there, or I taks
you."
"Will you take me ?" she asked
not eag;erly, but like one accustorK
ed to refusals.
His answer was to reach dows
his hand to help her up.
"Now," said he, as he put her ur
der the heavy buffalo robe, "whati
your name ?"
"Mary-only Mary," she answer
ed hastily.
"Mary," said the man, softly
more to himself than to the child
"I wish it hadn't been that."
"Why there's lots of Marys,
said the child.
"Yes, I know it," he said. '
had a little Mary last Thanksgiving
I--I don't like to see any one name
Mary in trouble."
"I ain't crying," said the chil,
smiling, "because I'm in trouble
but 'cause I'm so cold. I ought t
have trouble, Granny says."
"Ought to have trouble, hey
said the man, stopping his horst
and drawing from under the buffalo
robe'a can of hot coffee. "That hasn't
been off the stove more than five
- minutes," he said, as he filled a tin
cup and handed it to her. "Take
that and drink to your Gran
ny!"
"It is very nice," she said, when
she had drank it all. She did not
say, I have tasted nothing before
to-day. Why should she, when there
had been so many days like this in
her short life?
The man replaced the can, pulled
the robe up even with her chin, and
told the horse to "get up" and "go
along;" then he whistled awhile;
then he said: "It is mighty cold.
I hope it will keep so !"
"Oh, don't!" exclaimed the child;
"'cos it makes turkey cost so much,
poor folks can't have any."
"Don't you care anything for me,"
cried -the man pathetically ; "here's
my wagon full of turkeys."
"I didn't know you were a turkey
man," she said gently.
"Yes, I am a 'turkey-man,' and I
think even poor people can afford
to buy a turkey once a year, if they
are high. The turkey-men have
been waiting a year for this day."
There was a twinkle in his eye
she did not see; he looked down
into the little pale face. "I ai
afraid you don't care for the turkey
men!" he said soberly.
She hung down her head and
started to say something, but stop
ped.
"Well, what is it?" he said laugh
ing.
"I do like you," she answered,
earnestly; "but the poor people
I have known them always.".
They rode on for awhile in si
lence. The hot coffee had worked
wonders; the blue little hands had
stopped shaking, and the child
smiled as she saw the city lights in
the distance.
"Now you are more comfortable,"
said the turkey-man, "let us hear
where you are going, and what your
other name is."
"My name is only 'Mary,' and I
am going to find my cousin."
I"Nonsense!" he said, a little
sharply . "Of course you have got
a name."
~"They alm Mr Kent,' but
I hate it, andlIwon't have it!" she
cried, passionately.
"Why did they call you that ?"
he asked, gently.
"'Cause my father ran away, and
left me in Granny Cole's house,
when I was little. Hie pinned a
paper on my dress, that said on it :
"Left to pay the rent."
The turkey-man whistled aind
asked if Granny Cole were good to
her.
"Pretty kind," said the child,
wearily. "Anyway, she didn't 'spise
me like Sally did."
"Who may Sally be ?" asked. the~
turkey-man.
'"She is Granny Cole's daugh
ter."
S"Did Granny Cole send you alone
to the city?" said he watching
her suspiciously..
''She told me the other day,'
said the child, mournfully, "if I ever
come home and found her gone, to
go to the city and find my cousin.
Yesterday she sent me off with Sal.
ly, an' when I come back Sally ran
away from me, an' I couldn't find
Granny."
"Are you quite sure you can find
Syour cousin ?"
She looked up in his face, and
laid her thin hand on his sleeve.
"I never saw my cousin," she
said calmly, "If Granny has run
away from me, I haven't anybody
I know."
"Why, then did you come to the
city?" said the turkey-man, wonder
ing where he could leave her.
"I know the city best," she said ;
"Granny used to live there, till a
weeft ago. It is ' so dark in the
,country,when you have to stay alone!
There are the market-men-see
how bright they are !"
It was the night before Thanks
I giving, in the city as well as in the
.country ; the markets shone as they
d always do the evening before the
great feast. Never were garlands
a more green, never apples more
, red, or gobblers more plump.
o The turkey man drove up and
stopped.
"' "Here is asfar aslI can go, lit
e tie ne," he said a he lifted her out
and stood her safely in the bright
light of the market.
She was a pretty child, but pale
now, with blue lips and shaking
hands.
."Poor little thing !" he muttered;
'-I wish they hadn't named her Ma
ry ;" and he entered the market.
The market-men beamed on ev
erybody. They rubbed their hands
as customer after customer van
ished with the cold form of some
kind of fowl neatly covered, all but
its feet, in brown paper.
It was growing late ; the turkey
man had sold out; he waited only
to get a hot supper before starting
for home. He had been thinking
entirely of dollars and cents; but
as he walked out of the market he
thought of his home, his wife wait
ing alone for him in.the great white
house, and his little Mary safe in
God's home above-he had forgot
ten the homeless child left alone
outside the market.
A heavy hand was laid on his
arm. "Stand back a moment !"
whispered a voice. He looked up
and saw a large policeman watching
a child at a barrel of red apples.
It is his little fellow traveler!
"That's a sharp youngster!" half
laughed the policeman, under his
breath. "This sort of thing is going
on here all the time. Nothing is
safe for a moment."
The little blua hand was already
on an apple. It faltered a moment,
then grasped it tightly, then drop
ped it.
She hid her face i. her_hands.
The turkey man stepped up to her
and touched her shoulder gently.
She had not seen him; but with
out looking up, the child knew who
it was-it was the only friend she
had.
"I couldn't do it! Oh, I couldn't!"
she sobbed. "But I'm so hungry !"
and she fell against the barrel.
The stars were shining cold and
clear. The turkey-man's wife was
looking oat, and wishing the ther
mometer could go up, without the
price of turkeys going down. "It
is so cold for John riding from
the city alone !" she said to herself.
She opened the door, hoping to
hear the wagon ; but the cold wind
sent her back to the blazing fire.
She tliought of a year ago, when
she did not sit waiting alone. She
imagined she heard the little voice,
though it had been hushed nearly
a year-how plainly she saw the
sweet face though it . had been
covered so long! She wiped 'the
tears from her eyes as she heard
the rattling wheels ; John must not
see her sad. She opened the door,
holding the lamp high above her
head.
The turkey-man came in, with
something wrapped in the buffa
lo-robe; he laid it on the big dining
table. "Don't say no !" he cried ;
"let usedo something for Mary's sake,
this thanksgiving !"
"Are younerazy," she exclaimed, as
he uncovered the pale face.
"Wait till I tell you all," said the
turkey-man.
When he had told his story, he
said, earnerstly: "How conld I go
to church to-morrow and thank
God for His care of us, if I, with no
little one to care for had left this
child alone in the great city ?"
"You did right, John," said his
wife ; "you always do."
With these words the woman
good practical soul !-hastened to
wash the little gui's face and hands.
Then she warmed and comforted
her, while the kind turkey-man
went to take care of his horse.
"I remember this house," said
the child, as she looked out of a
large blanket before the bright fire.
"I saw it one day with Granny
Cole; I stopped and looked
through the fence, and threw stones
at the turkeys. I didn't know he
was akind man then. Granny hates
rich men-I wonder where Granny
is-I'm sorry I threw the stones
but they wasn't big." The little
head fell lowei- and lower ; the pale
lids closed ; the little hands grew
quiet; but the little voice repeated in
sleep: "I didn't know he was a
kind man."-St. Nicholas.
For the best bread to be made
and baked by a bachelor a Canadi
an agricultural society has offered a
iseeiUantons.
ARRANGEMENTS FOR THE
CENTENNIAL.
The act of Congress which pro
rided for "celebrating the one
hundredth Anniversary of Amer
ican Inidependence, by holding an
International Exhibition of Arts,
Manufactures, and Products of
the Soil and Mine," authorized
the creation of the United States
Centennial Commission, and en
rusted to it the management of
the Exhibition. This body is
omposed of two Commissioners
rom each State and Territory,
3ominated by the respective Gov
)rnors, and commissioned by the
President of the United States.
he enterprise, therefore, is dis
inctly a national one, and not, as
ias sometimes been stated, the
work of a private corporation.
The Exhibition will be open
d on May 10th, 1876, and remain
>pen every day, except Sunday,
intil November 10th. There will
ye a fixed price of 50 cents for ad
nission to all the buildings and
rounds.
The Centennial grounds are sit
iated on the western bank of the
3chuylkill River, and within Fair
nount Park, the largest public
)ark in proximity to a great city
n the world, and one of the most
)eautiful in the country. The Park
-ontains 3160 acres, 450 of which
iave been enclosed-for the Exhi
)ition. Besides this tract, there
will be large yards near by for
;he Exhibition of stock, and a farm
)f 42 acres has already been suit.
bly planted for the tests of
loughs, mowers, reapers, and
Aher agricultural machinery.
The Exhibition haildings are
Lpproached by eight lines of street
ars, which connect with all the
>ther lines in the city, and by the
?ennsylvania and Reading rail
-oads, over the tracks of which
rains will also run from the
orth Pennsylvania and Philadel.
>hia, Wilmington, and Baltimore
ailroads. Thus the Exhibition is in
mmediate connection with the en
ire railroad system of the country,
nd any one within 90 miles of Phil
delphia can visit it at no greater
~ost than that of carriage hire at
he Paris or Vienna Exhibi
lon.
The articles to be exhibited
aave been classified in seven de
artments, which for the most
art, will be located in appropri
te buildings, whose several areas
~re as follows:
)EPARTMENT, RULINGIrs. COVERED.
.Mining and Metallurgy,) ai
Lucation andolence, )Building, 21.47
Art.,Ar Gallery, 1.5
.Machinery, Machinery Buiding, 14.
. Agriculture, Agricultural Building, 10.
.orticultural, Horticultural Building, 1.5
Total............................ 4.7
This provides nearly ten more
cres for exhibiting space than
bere were at Vienna, the largest
[nternational Exhibition yet held.
et the applicatious of exhibitors
have been so numerous as to ex
riaust the space, and many impor
ant classes of objects must be
provided for in special build-1
ugs.
An important special exhibition
will be made by the United States
sovernment, and is being prepar
ad under the supervision of a
Board of Officers rei*esenting the
everal Executive Departments of
uhe Government. A fine building
f 4j acres is provided for the pur
ose, space in which will be occu
pied by the War, Treasury, Navy.
[nterior, Post Office, and Agricul
ural Departments and the Smith
onian Institution.
The Women's Centennial Exe
utive Committee, have raised
30,000 for the erection of a pa
ilion in which to exhibit every
rind of women's work. To this
ollection, women of all nations
are expected to contribute.
The list of special buildings is
~onstantly increasing, and present
ndications are that their total num
ber will be from 200 to 250. Most
)f the important foreign nations,
Bgland, Germany, Aasat r ia,
rance, Sweden, Egypt, Japan,
and others-are putting up one
>r more structures each, for exhi
biting purposes, or for the use of
sha ommissiners, ewhiira and
visitors. Offices and headquarters
of this kind, usually of considerable
architectural beauty, are provided
by the States of Pennsylvania,Ohio,
Indiana, Illinois, Michigan, New
Jersey, New York, Connecticut.
Massachusetts, New Hampshire,
Missouri, Kansas, Virginia, West
'Virginia, Nevada, Wisconsin,
Iowa, and Deleware; and it is
likely that others will follow the
example.
A number of Trade and Indus.
trial Associations, which require
large amounts o f space, will be
provided for in special buildings.
Among these are the photograph
ers, the carriage builders, the
glass makers, the cracker bakers,
the boot and shoe manufacturers,
beside, quite a number of individ
ualexhibitors. Tbegreatdemands
for space will probably'render this
course necessary to a considerable
extent, especially for exbibitors
who have been tardy in making
their applications. In the Main Ex
hibition Building, for example,
333,300 square feet of space had
been applied for by the beginning
of October by American exhibit
ors only; whereas, the aggregate
space which it has been possible
to reserve for the United States
Department,is only 160,000 square
feet, about one-third of which will
be consumed by passage ways.
The Machinery Building, like
the others, is already fully cover
ed by applications. There are
about 1000 American exhibitors
in this department, 150 English,
and 150 from other European
countries--which is about 250 more
than entered the Vienna Machine
ryexhibition. Extra provision is
being made for annexes to accom
modate the hydraulic machinery,
the steam hammers, forges, hoist
ing egnl;W bbilers, plumb-ers,
carpenters, etc.
Power in the Machinery Hall
will be chiefly supplied by a pair of
Monster Corliss Engines. Each
cylinder is 40 inches in diametro,
with a stroke of ten feet ; the fly.
wheel is 31 feet in diametre, and
weighs 55 tons; the horse power
is 1400 ; and the number of boilers
is 20. This engine drives about
a mile of shafting
For the Art Exhibition,the most
eminent American artists a r e
understood to be at work, and it
may be confidently stated that, es
pecially in the department of land
sape painting, the United States
will-present a finer display than
the public has been led to expect.
Quite aside from the contributions
of American artists, applications
from abroad call for more than
four times the exhibiting space af
forded by the great Memorial Hall.
Provision for the surplus will be
made in temporary fire proof build
ings, though all exhibiting nations
will be represented in the central
Art Gallery.
The Secretary of the Navy has
arranged that a United States war
vessel shall call next Spring, at
convenient European ports, to
collect and transport hitber to the
Exhibition the works of American
artists resident in Europe. Among
the ports thus far designated, are
Southampton for England, Havre
for France, Bremen for Germany,
and Leghorn for Italy, to which,
if desirable, others may be add
ed.
Mr. Bell, the eminent English
Sculptor, who designed the groups
for the plinth for the great Albert
Meniorial in Hyde Park, London,
is reproducing in terra cotta, at
the celebrated works in Lam beth,
the one which symbolizes Ameri
ca. The figures in this group are
colossal, covering a grotrnd space
of 15 feet square. It will proba
bly be placed in the great central
gallery, opposite the principal en
trance.
The Art Exhibition will include,
in addition to the works of contem.
porary artists, representative pro
ductions of the past century of
American art-those for instance,
of Stuart, C o p 1 e y , Trumbull,
West, Alston, Sully, Neagle, Elli
ot, Kensett, Cole. These, as well
as the works offered by living ar
tists, will be passed upon by the
Committee of Selection, who will
visit for the purpose, New York,
Boston, Chicago, and other lead
n ciies, in order to'prevent the
needless transportation to Phila
delphia of works of Art not up to
the standard of admission.
A large number of orders and .
fraternities have signified their
intention to hold gatherings at
Philadelphia during the period of
the Exhibition. Among t h o s e
which may now be enumerated,
are the Grand Lodge of Pennsyl
vania, Independent Order of Odd
Fellows; the Grand Encampment,
Independent Order of Odd Fellows;
Grand Lodge, United States, Inde
pendent Order of Odd Fellows;
Gran d Commandery Knights
Templar; Grand Army of the Re
public; Presbyterian Synod; Cal
edonian Club; Portland Mechanic
Blues; Welsh National Eistedfodd; c
Patriotic Order Sons of America ;
California Zouaves of San Francis
co; an International Regatta; the
Life Insurance Companies; Na
tional Board of Underwriters ; t
State Agricultural Society; 2nd '
Infantry, N. G. of California;
Philadelphia Conference, Retho- e
dist Episcopal Church; Cincin
nati Society; California Pioneer a
Society; American Dental Con
vention; Catholic Total Absti
nence Union of America; Inde
pendent Order of B'nai Berith; 1
National A I u m n i Association ;
Saiesmen's Association; 5th Mary- 8
land Regiment; American Pomo
logical Society; Malster's Associ
ation of the United States; Army
of the Cumberland; Humboldt v
Monument Association; Christo- 1
pher Columbus Monument Associa
tion ; Board of Trade Convention;
International Typographical Con
gress; Riffe Association of the
United States; Centennial Le
gion; Philadelphia County Medical 0
Society; International Medical
Congress; Old Volunteer Fire De.
partment of Philadelpha.
WHAT I HAVE SEEN.
-I have seen a young man sell a '
good farm, turn a merchant and
die in an insane asylum. V
I have seen a farmer travel about d
so much that there was nothing at I
home worth looking. after. t
I have seen a man spend more t
money in folly than would support 1;
his family in comfort and indepen- t
dence.
Iihave seen ayoung girl marry a i
young man of dissolute habits and i
repent it as long as she lived.
I have seen a man depart from
truth where candor and veracity' i
would have served him to a much a
better purpose. c
I have seen the extravagance and i
folly of children bring their parents 1
to poverty and want,' and them- t
selves to disgrace. f
I have seen a prudent and indus- a
trious wife retrieve the fortunes of 1
a family when her husband pulled
at the other end of the rope.
S'PorT DE CmL.-Wair writes: 1
During the time when Clayton was a
ruler of Arkansas, all justices of the t
peace had to be appointed by his
Excellency. One old negro, who
thought he knew enough to dis- 2
charge the duties of the office, call- e
ed on the Governor to be examined e
and receive his appointment. Sev
eral questions were given him, all
of which he managed very well.1
But when he was asked: "What c
would you do in a case where
a man had committed suicide 'p" i
"What would I do?" said the negro. t
"Well, sah, in a case like dat, de very I
least I could do, sah, would be to i
make him s'port de child." He was
appointed.
A merchant who, from being a
very poor boy, had risen to wealth
and renown, was once asked by an
intimate friend to what he attribu
ted his success in life. -"To prompt
obedience to my parents," was the
reply. "In the midst of many bad
examples of youth of my own age,
I was always able to yield a ready
submission to the will of my father
e
and mother, and I firmly believe
that a blessing has, in consequence,
rested upon me and upon all my
efforts.
Three men have dug over two or
three acres of ground near Troy in ~
hopes to find a buried treasure. t
The ground is now in fine condition C
for some sensible man to culti- t
vate.
1XINISTRY OF LITTLE CHIL
DREN. .
"The Ministry of Little Children"
s eloquently set forth in an essay
vritten by Bishop McTyeire many
rears ago. Many fond hearts will
,espond to the sentiments express
,d:
Some while ago, in a mood for
uch statistics, our eye fell on the
tem that in one year the deaths in
our Eastern cities amounted to
.3,432, and of this number 24,767
vere children under five years of
ge.
The last sentence fixed our at
ention: 24,767 children perished
uring the year-we prefer to say,
lied. This is in four cities only!
)f the rest of the 43,432, who can
ell their eternal destiny? Some to
eaven some to hell! But of these
Ittle ones none can doubt. Taking
he aggregate of other cities and
illages, and the country at large,
re comprehend a fact that finds
xpression at the Saviour's lips
Of such is the kingdom of God,"
nd in the sacred couplet,
Millions of infant souls compose
The family above.
The adults had worked out their
iission, or failed to do* it.. But
hese little ones, had they no mis
ion? Was their being a failure?
ved they and suffered and died,
nd is the world all the same as
hough they had not been? Nay,
erily. Theirs was a precions min
Atry, and such as they could only
alfill.
What a waste of life! exclaims
Le worldly economist, as he figures
Lp the statistics of population.
hey liverl in vain, is the thought
f the man ambitious of making
is mark on the age. Mere blanks,
eings in vain, flowers that came to
o fruit, broken oft; fallen, faded, is
he thought and feeling of many.
But Christian philosophy presents
more ennobling and comforting
iew.
How cold and selfish would this
rorld of ours be without these chil
ren! They preach the evangel of
ieauty and innocence; they break
le incrustations of worldliness ;
hey touch cords vibrating solemn
y, sweetly, reserved only for their
ny hands; they stir in th e
Leart hidden wells of feeling; they
ireserve human sympathies from
Ltter ossification; they deeply sub
oil our hard natures.
Geologists often show us, deep
[own in the earth's layers, the clear
ad well defined print of a frail leaf;
ir the track of a little bird, made
i the dim ages past. These have
e ft imperishable memorials of
hemselves on the face of a world
rom which whole species, and races,
nd kingdoms, have passed away
vithout a record.
The Bible makes many records,
inute and kind, of the death of
ittle children. They have their sig
ificance. Take the case of Da
id's family. We lose sight of
he sickness and suffering, and
eath of the unweaned child, in the
fects produced upon -the royal pa
et It is not saying too much that
large proportion of those who are
aved will be saved by the ministry
f little children.
Summing up the moral results of
he year, we must not credit all to
rators, and press, and institutions.
~hese little preachers have visited
omes, and softened the hearts of
he indwellers, and drawn them
eavenward, where, other voices~
Lave not been heeded.
The strong man, unused to tears,
Las bowed over the little coffin and
rept. Under what sermon was he
ver so melted down? What other
>reacher ever availed to bow that
ride of strength, and unseal that
auntain of tears?i
The gay worldly-minded mother
its silent and sheds secret tears,
nd prays; and, peradventure, as
hese two hearts are drawn closer
y a common grief, they think of a
ommon tie in heaven, and resolve,
lrough grace, as the babe cannot
ome ito them, that they will go to
"When our little boy died," has
en the beginning of pilgrimage of
iany bereaved parents. "When
ie baby died," dates impressions
n the family circle that have ma
ired to godliness.
The old may ontlive their friends:
the middle-aged may make ene
mies who are glad to be rid of
them, or wandering off die where
none lament; but the babe is with
out prejudice in life, and mighty
in death. It is God's messenger of
reconciliation, his flag of truce in
this world of enmities, and envies,
and wrath, and strifes. It has
strong hold on two hearts if no
more. The empty crib, the "half
worn shoe, the soft locks of hair,
that few may see, prolong the pain
ful yet pleasing memory of the an
gel-visitor that looked in upon us
and smiled, and went to heaven,
bidding us, amid care and sorrow,
to follow on.
There is something so peculiarly
affecting in the lose of a child, that
we sympathize with the parent
who said he believed no minister
was prepared to bury another's
child without he had buried one of
his own.
There's many an empty cradle,
There's many a vacant bed,
There's many a lonely bosom,
Whose joy and light are fled;
For thick in every grate-yard
The little hillocks lie,
And every hillock represents
An angel in the sky.
In this way, heaven is receiving
large contributions from earth.
Next t.o the conversion of a . soul,
the enemy of God and man may take
least pleasure in the death of a child.
His snares are all prevented, and
his prey surely lost.
We bless God for our creation.
The opening of a career of immor
tal existence isin itself a great event
-a mission of praise and glory
which d e a t h cannot frustrate.
Though the v9ice of praise swell as
the sound of many waters, and the
celestial harpers are numberless,
yet his ear detects each new voice
and joyful string, and the praise of
these little ones glorifleh him. In
this view, the babe, even of a few
days and sickly-that goeth from
the cradle to the grave-is of more
intrinsic importance than material
worlds.
-A Hindoo woman said to a mis
sionary: "Surely your Bible was
written by a woman." "Why?"
"Because it says so many kind
things for women. Our Shastas
never refer to us but in reproach."
Parents who have watched by the
couch of suffering innocence, and
seen the desire of their eyes taken
a -ay at a stroke, have found them
selves busy running over the scrip
tures for faith, and gatliering up,
as a stay for their hearts, what
God has said for theirlittlechildren.
How full, and precious, and une
quivocal, are the passages of com
fort ! The conclusion is, Surely
the Bible was given by a parent.
And so itwas. He knows the heart
of a parent, and works in it and by
it to the glory of his'grace. He
weaves out of this ~uisite mate
rial silken cords that crw mighti
ly. He touches stricken souls with
this divine polarity, and then sets
the object of affection in the
skies.
O prattling tongues, never form
ed to speech, and now still in death,
how eloquently you preach to us!.
O little pattering feet le6ding the
way, how many, through rude and
stormy scenes, are following after
you to heaven! We thank God for
your ministry, and if it be in vain,
the fault and the loss will be all
our own.
Little words are the sweetest to
hear ; little charities fly furthest,
and stay longest on the wing; little
flakes are the stillest ; little hearts
the fondest ; and little farms the
best tilled. Little books are the
most read, and little songs the
dearest loved. And when nature
would make anything especially
rare and beautiful, she makes it
little pearls, little diamonds, lit -
tle dew. The Sermon on the
Mount is little, but the last dedica
tion discourse was an hour. Agar's
is a model prayer,.yet it is buta alit
tle one, and the burden of the peti
tion is but for little. Life is made
up of littles; death is what re
mains of them all. Day is made
up of little beams and night is glo
rious with little stars.
Nothing makes a boy so mad as
to steal a quince and crawl under
a barn under the impression that
he has gobbled something new in
the lina of California pears,