family. I am ashamed of all this now. Let us lead a new life from this day. And let us begin at once, and commend one another to the blessing and mercy of God." From that day there was a visible change over the whole house; and the head of the family, whom the writer personally knew, became a consistent, earnest, active Christian; and in all his public life, as a magistrate or the director of a railway, his light shone, and by his good works he glorified his Father in heaven. He regarded it as a privilege to take the chair at the meetings of the Bible, Missionary, Tract, and London City Mission Societies. He felt a great interest in the conversion of the Jews. He loved all who loved Christ, but his special mission was among the sailors and fishermen; and frequently, at the request of the missionary, he addressed them with manly and earnest eloquence at the Bethel on a Sunday evening. At length his health failed, and, after a lingering illness, he was taken to his rest. On the day of his funeral the shops were closed in the town, and the flags waved half-mast high in the harbour. The towns-people, and especially the seafaring folk, felt that they had lost a father, a brother, and a friend. PRAYING MOTHERS.-At a meeting where eleven persons voluntarily rose and related their Christian experience, all of them declared that they were brought to the knowledge of Christ through the prayers and counsels of pious mothers; and one of them, herself the mother of eleven children, added, with many grateful tears, that all her own children were also in the right way. VICIOUS NURSERY LESSONS.-We have sometimes wondered to see a helpless kitten or puppy given up to be tortured in a nursery, without even an attempt to explain to the children the pain they are inflicting, and the duties they owe to the helpless. Thus what might form the most beautiful trait in the child's character is changed to a deformity. Instead of learning from the kitten a generous consideration for weakness and helplessness, the little one receives in the nursery the lesson of brutal tyranny. No parent ought to allow a child the possession of any living creature with whose comfort and welfare they do not charge themselves. Children are not naturally cruel, they are only ignorant and inconsiderate. They have no conception of the pain they often inflict, even by their loving caresses. A boy, too, has in him a sort of wild, uncultured love of domination and sense of power, which are no sins, but may be made the foundations of great virtue, if he be early taught that his strength and power of control are given him for the protection of weakness, and not for the oppression of it. A boy can use the same faculties in defending and helping poor animals that he can in oppressing them; and the pets of the nursery are valuable for teaching that very lesson.-Mrs. H. B. Stowe. THE DAISY. HAT hand but His who arched the skies, Could raise the daisy's purple bud, That, set in silver, gleams within, MASON GOOD. DEATH-SONG OF ONE BORN BLIND. HE night far spent! the day at Oh, can it be 'That I am near the far-off land Where I shall see ? And will my day no more be night? Be light, the everlasting light I long to see? Death strikes the fetters from my eyes In darkness I lie down, to rise And ever see. W THE DAISY. HAT hand but His who arched the skies, Could raise the daisy's purple bud, That, set in silver, gleams within, MASON GOOD. DEATH-SONG OF ONE BORN BLIND. HE night far spent! the day at Death strikes the fetters from my eyes In darkness I lie down, to rise What now to me would all the light Far better darkness now, and bright Thanks for the long long years of So blest to me; For faith on earth,-in heaven for sight Eternally. And thanks for every other sense A goodly, kindly recompense For every cloud of this dark land, Brightening the glories of that strand There is my own, my angel wife, The face I never saw in life, Now, now I'll see. Weep not, my friends and children, who My dying see: The cloud that's falling upon you Surely the day is breaking;-hark, No more these sightless eyes are dark: I see! I see! |