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it were an accident, when a child was late at prayers, 

 the study door was left a little ajar, and the lazy 

 little sinner often slipped in softly, and knelt at 

 mother's or father's side, knowing well, that if the 

 " Amen " had not been said, all was safe — the 

 morning kiss was still secure, and the hated seat at 

 the side-table left vacant. Father, with a twinkle in 

 his eye, would say," " Escaped bij tlie skin of i/our 

 teetli'' Later, mother gave her gentle admonition, 

 " Child, did you remember when you were lying in 

 bed this morning, that your father was up and hard 

 at work ? — don't be late again." Who could resist 

 such an appeal ? Father would take the children 

 to his bee-hives and repeat to them from " Watts' 

 Sonofs, 



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" How doth the little busy bee, 

 Tniprove each shining hour." 



He would tell the interested group, how the lazy 

 drones were stung to death by the busy working- 

 bees, and show us how tlie instinct of animals 

 amounted almost to reason. When the children 

 asked if the working-bees were not excessively cruel, 

 he would smile and quote : '• If a man nnll not work 

 neither sliall he eat,^' and counsel the little people to 

 take tlie busy ant and not the lazy drone, as a 

 model. 



In the flower garden there were two large aviaries 

 connected by a covered way. A daughter remem- 

 bers that when she was a little child, something had 

 sorel}' ruffled her temper; her father snatched her 



