Does mother know it, and does your teacher know it, and all your little mates?.'

'I don't know, sir, I'm sure.'

'There is one way of showing it, Annie. Jesus says, "If ye love Me, keep My commandments." That's the way to show that we love Jesus-to do just as He bids us.'

Annie never forgot the minister's little talk, and she never felt afraid of him after that day.

WHISPER SONGS.

FIRST WHISPER.

JESUS died to save from sin,
Jesus died our hearts to win,
Let us tell His love to all,
Let us sound the blessed call,
Come to Jesus, come!

SECOND WHISPER.

Every little heart may be,

Lord, a holy place for Thee,

Filled with peace and love and light,
Glad and happy in Thy sight!

Come to Jesus, come!

THIRD WHISPER.

Evil waits on every hand;

Who can make our feet to stand?

He whose eyelids Lever sleep,

He our trusting hearts will keep.
Come to Jesus, come!

FOURTH WHISPER.

Would you joy and gladness find?

Ask for Jesus' lowly mind.

Learn of Him, His blessing seek,

Who was loving, gentle, meek.
Come to Jesus, come.

FIFTH WHISPER.

Every little beart that lives

By the grace that Jesus gives,

Shall receive a rich reward

From the hand of Christ the Lord.

Come to Jesus, come.

THE FIRST GAME OF CRICKET.

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HENRY'S big brother George and some of his friends have bought a large new bat, and a ball, and a set of wickets, and have gone out to the Common to have a game. The ground is hard and dry, and the sun shines brightly, and all the boys look smart in their new cricket caps. Henry, though only a little fellow and not able to do all that a good cricketer is expected to do, is allowed to take part in the first game just to please him. He is made wicket keeper, and throws off his boys, so that he may do his part well. Little Toby enjoys the fun as much as any of them, and when the ball comes past the wickets off he sets after it, as if he thought it were thrown to please him. You see Henry's jacket lying on the grass. Master Toby feels he has the care of it, and will not allow any one to touch it, tilk his young master puts it on again. There is no one of them all works

jacket like the big

harder or does his duty better than frisky Mr. Toby.

IN THE COUNTRY.

You may talk of the town as much and as long as you please, I like the country far, far better. I get quite sick of endless streets with their noise, and clatter, and dirt, and long to get away among the hills, and the lakes, and the bright green fields, and to breathe the fresh air, and look at the bright blue sky, and hear the lowing of the cows, and the songs of the birds, and to play with my mates among the wild flowers. Oh, yes, I have been at the pantomime ; Uncle John took Cousin Jim and me to see one at Drury Lane, but I soon got tired of it, and would not care to go a second time. Have I been at the Crystal Palace? Yes, I've been there too; and a fine place it is; but it's more like the country than the town. I liked the grounds about it far more than the Palace itself. Oh, the grounds are very sweet. And yet, I like the real country even better than the Palace grounds. Take me to the place where I was born-the place sketched in the picture over-leaf,—and for the sake of it I would willingly give up Crystal Palaces, pantomimes, and all the other fine things you have in towns. I don't think there is such a sweet place in all the world beside, nothing made by man can compare with it. When I stand at our cottage door and look at the lofty mountains and

the shining lake and the pastures covered with grass and dotted with trees, it just looks like a paradise or fairy-land.

THE BOYS AND WOLVES.

A HUNGARIAN merchant once told the following story: 'In my home the country is very mountainous, and near my house the inhabitants are very poor. In a village near there lived a poor widow; she was very ill and in need of fire-wood, so she sent her two children out into the forest with a barrow. One of these boys was twelve, the other ten years old. It was winter, and the ground was deeply covered with snow.

'As they were on the way with their barrow, they came to a church.

""Janko," said the younger, 'I feel very strange. It seems to me as if some misfortune would happen to us to-day. Let us go into the church before we go any further.

'His brother said, "I am quite willing."

'So they left their barrow at the church door, went in, knelt down, and prayed to the Lord Jesus.

'Then they went on further, feeling cheerful and of good courage, although they often fell down in the snow. They found plenty of dry wood, and while they were busy gathering it up and binding it fast upon the barrow, they saw two wolves in the distance running straight upon them. What could the poor boys do now? To run away from the wolves was perfectly impossible. There was not a tree near into which they could have climbed, for round about them there was only low brushwood. Even if there had been a tree ever so high, it would not have helped them, for the wolves would have kept watch below, and they must have starved to death. What did they do, then, in their distress? The eldest, a brave, determined boy, made the little one lie down on the ground; then he covered him with the barrow, threw as much wood as he could upon it, and called to him, """Do not move; I am not afraid."

"“Ah, Janko!" said the younger one, crying, "if we should perish our mother will die of grief."

'The little fellow remained under the barrow and the dry wood;. the elder stood up before him holding his axe. When one wolf, which