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through the day, or to return home at night less acid than a vinegar cruet. But more than cheerfulness is needed for some days, whose advancing hours come loaded with unexpected sorrows. For such days let us make ready every morning, by putting ourselves under the wing of a Saviour's loving care. We know not how soon the last sunrise may light us on our way, nor how soon we shall hear on earth the last “Good morning."
“WILL YOU ROCK ME, FATHER ?"
darling boy, his opening mind and affectionate heart, his last painful sickness, the closing scene, and the vacancy of home now he is gone. “But,” he added, and as he
spoke his face lighted up with true submissive peace," he taught me one lesson before he died.” " And what was that?” I inquired. He replied, “ As my boy grew very sick, the medicine was exceedingly disagreeable to him, so much so that he refused to take it. But I told him he must. Doctor had so ordered, and he must. Then lifting his eyes to mine, he said, 'If I drink it, will you rock me, father, and sing to me?" "Yes, yes, my good boy, take it, and I will. With that assurance, summoning all his flagging powers, he drank the bitter draught. Then laying his burning cheek on mine, he said, 'Now, father, rock me, sing to me.'
“ The lesson my dying boy taught me is this : when my Heavenly Father mingles a bitter cup, and, pressing it to my lips, says, ' Drink it,' I will obey. Then will He rock me in His strong arms of love, and sing to me the precious words of His promises. Oh, how sweet!”
Afflicted one, is it not a truth, a great and blessed truth, declared in the Word of God and confirmed by Christian experience, that “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear Him”? And when the humble disciple can follow the Master into the soul's Gethsemane, and there repeat His words, “O my Father, if this cup may not pass from me except I drink it, Thy will be done,” then will He rock him in the tender arms of His love, and sing to him words of promise sweeter than ever fell on angel's ear.
“ As one whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you: and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem” (Isa. lxvi. 13).
LOVE LIGHTENS LABOUR.
And thought, with a nervous dread,
Than a dozen mouths to be fed.
And the children to send away
And all to be done to-day.
It had rained in the night, and all the wood
Was wet as it could be ;
And a loaf of cake for tea.
Throbbed wearily as she said
They would be in no hurry to wed."
Called the farmer from the well;
And his eye half bashfully fell ;
He smiled, and, stooping down,
And dearest wife in town ! ”
In a smiling and absent way;
She'd not sung for many a day.
Were white as foam of the sea;
And golden as it could be.
6 Tom Wood has run off to sea!
As happy a home as we,'
To herself as she softly said,
'Tis not strange that maids will wed!”
SECRET OF SUCCESS.—A Christian merchant who, from being a very poor boy, had risen to wealth and renown, was once asked by an intimate friend, to what, under God, he attributed his success in life. "To prompt and steady obedience to my parents," was his reply. “In the midst of many bad examples of youths of my own age, I was always able to yield a ready submission to the will of my father and mother, and I firmly believe that a blessing has, in consequence, rested
upon me and
HASTY CONCLUSIONS.—Hasty conclusions are the mark of a fool; a wise man doubteth; å fool rageth, and is confident; the novice saith, I am sure that it is not so; the better learned answers, Peradventure it may be so, but I prithee inquire. Some men are drunk with fancy and mad with opinion. It is a little learning, and but a little, which makes men conclude hastily.—Jeremy Taylor.
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THE LITTLE DEBTOR.
(THE CHILDREN'S PAGE.) VITTLE Charles was at school, and though just twelve
years old, he was head of the class for arithmetic. His father had come home from his work; his mother
was out that evening visiting a neighbour, whose boy was very ill of inflammation in the lungs. Charles, sitting with his slate on a stool near his father, said,
“Now, do please give me an account, and you will see how soon I will do it."
“Well, I will,” his father replied. “Are you ready? A rich lady once found lying at her door, one summer morning, a little baby wrapped in an old shawl. She could not find who laid it there; but she resolved to rear it, and gave it out to nurse, keeping an account of all it cost her. When the little baby had grown up a fine boy twelve years of
she wrote out the account thus : A nurse for keeping the infant for 3 years, at £20 a year
... £60 0 0 Clothes for 12 years, at £4 a year
48 0 0 Food for 12 years, at £10 a year Lodgings for 12 years, at £5 a year
60 0 0 Teaching, books, etc., for 6 years, at £2 a year Doctor and medicine when the boy was ill, three times, £2, £1, and £2 5 0 0 Now tell me the sum of it."
£305 0 0 Charles, after a little explanation, set to, and by multiplying found out the figures marked opposite each article, and adding, found that the little baby had cost the lady £305.
“How much money!” the boy exclaimed.
“Yes, it is indeed, Charles," said the father. “Do you think you could pay as much ?”
“Oh no! I have just one half-crown grandpapa gave me.”
“Well but, my boy, do you know you have to pay all that, and much more, to a kind lady ?" Charles stared.
“Yes! Are you not just twelve years old; and what kind lady nursed you, fed and lodged you, clothed and taught you? I thought Charles forgot who did all this for him, when he put on a sulky face this morning, and went so slowly on mamma's errand to the baker!”
The little face was bent downwards, and covered with blushes.
“Let me see your account, Charles; there is something more to put down. For twelve years mamma has loved you, watched over you, prayed for you! No money can tell how much that love and these prayers were worth! When you grow up you might pay the £305; but how will you pay mamma for her love?”
Charles' eyes filled with tears. “I will not behave so again! I can never pay what I have cost her!”
When mamma came home, Charles showed her the account. She kissed him, and said, “Oh! if my Charlie grows up to be a good man, I shall be well paid for all !
HINTS FOR THE HOUSEHOLD.
If she does not possess a meatTo roast well, a cook must have screen, she can make one by a good fire; she must make it up putting the high clothes-horse so that it shall last all the time round the fire and covering it the joint is doing; or if the fire with a cloth. But the heat must chances to require replenishing, be shut in, or it is wasted. she must slip in the coals with Joints of veal or lamb have a the tongs, but not remove and chill piece of paper tied over the fat the roast, or diminish the heat in with twine, or secured with very the midst of the cooking. The small skewers before they are put cook should ask her mistress how to roast. Just before they are she likes the meat dressed, whether done, the paper is taken off and with the
gravy in it, or well done. the joints are dredged with flour If it is preferred not very well and basted; a very little salt is dressed, she must place it near also sprinkled on joints just as the fire on putting down, and they are done, to draw out the brown the outside quickly, which gravy. Even for beef and mutton, will shut in the juices; then she a sprinkle of flour, basted over, is must draw it back a little, so that an improvement-it froths them it should not burn; but from up, and makes them savoury. the very first she must baste The time for roasting is it, as basting makes good roast quarter of an hour for every ing. If her employers (or her pound of meat; for example, if a husband) like their meat well leg of mutton weighs 8 lbs., allow dressed, she must place the joint eight quarters of an hour for it, farther from the fire at first (about that is, two hours, and so on. fourteen inches off), and move it But in frosty weather meat takes nearer by degrees, but always longer; it should then be set bebasting it well. This is a more fore the fire for a little while to expensive way of dressing the thaw before it is put down, or it joint, as it takes a large fire will never be well done. Lamb longer kept up. She should keep and veal require twenty minutes the meat-screen always round the to the pound, at twelve inches roast to protect it from a chill. | from the fire.
Cookery Book for the Million (Warne & Co.).—Domestic Portraiture (Seeley & Co.).—Leaflets for Mothers, in assorted packets (Book Society).-Self-respect: addressed to Young Women (Oliphant & Co.).Echoes from the Chamber of Sickness (Partridge & Co.).-Workers (Edmonston & Douglas).—A Mother's Troubles (Wesleyan Conference Office).—The Cottager (Religious Tract Society).—Home Words (Nisbet & Co.).—British Messenger (Peter Drummond).—Sunday School Times (Clarke & Co.).—Pleasant Readings (Mackintosh).