OUB DARK-EYED PET. 
BY KATK WINSLOW. 
Asleep on her downy pillow. 
With her arras folded over her breast, 
Lies our beautiful, dark-eyed darling. 
So quietly taking her rest. 
On her brow, so noble and lofty, 
No sorrowful lines can we trace. 
But the stulle is a* sweet as an angel’s, 
That rests on her innocent face. 
Her cheeks are as red as roses. 
And with dimples they richly abound, 
But her eyes and her thick clustered tresses 
Are both of a beautiful brown : 
Her voice la us sweet as the song bird’s. 
And her way* are both winsome and mild— 
And often we hear It repeated, 
“ She soema more a woman than child.” 
Oft timea, when at work on the garments 
Our dear little one is to wear, 
We think of the many poor children 
Who die for the want of more care: 
And thus, as we're working and thinking, 
A prayer ascends upwards, the while, 
That He who first blessed little children 
Will cure for the poor orphan child. 
Wo nro thinking. Just now, of a mother 
Who is living right over the way. 
Who sits in the parlor, still weeping— 
For her darling has gone far away: 
She bears not the sound of its footsteps. 
Though often she Hals, as before— 
For the angel s have taken her dear one 
To a bright, and more beautiful shore. 
Her borne, once so bright and so cheerful. 
No sunshine or Joy doth Impart; 
O, would that some angel might whisper 
Sweet peace to tin!lone mother's heart! 
But while we would ask for others, 
Our own we would never forget, 
But pray lor the choicest of blessings 
To descend on our dour dark -eyed Pet. 
West Carlton, N. Y., 1S71. 
-- 
“LET SOMETHING GO.” 
BY MAJOSA. 
“ How tired you look, Mrs. A.” said tiie 
sprightly school teacher, Miss D., as she 
seated herself at the supper table of the farm 
house where she hoarded. “ I confess I am 
rather dull myself, as it’s Friday night,yet by 
Monday morning I’ll be as bright as a lark; 
but you weary housekeepers have no Satur¬ 
day vacations." She turned from sympathiz¬ 
ing words to actions, and began to butter 
Willie's bread—then drew the baby’s high 
chair, which was iu rather alarming proxi¬ 
mity to the tea pot, nearer her own. 
Farmer A.,—fine looking and portly, at 
the opposite end of the table,—was a perleet 
contrast to his delicate little wife. The 
world had gone well with him; prosperity 
was written on his countenance; his very 
manner testified to the fact that he was the 
owner of many broatl acres, and knew bow 
to mauago them so as to bring in an income 
that every few years enabled him to become 
the possessor of some adjacent farm. His 
wife was much more refined and intellectual 
—her face, notwithstanding its cheerfulness, 
wore a constant expression of weariness that 
told the careful observer of work too hard 
for the slender frame, and over-tasked nerves. 
After supper. Miss D. and the three elder 
children drove oft to the weekly singing 
school, leaving Mr. A. comfortably seated in 
the rockingchair, reading his political paper, 
apparently oblivious of the fact that his tired 
wife was frequently interrupted in her sow¬ 
ing to replenish the fire, rock the restless 
baby, and to assist Pellis iu the mysteries 
of long division. 
” Nine o’clock, and sewing yet I” exclaimed 
Miss D., as she came in from singing school, 
and playfully snatching the garment from 
Mrs. A.’s hands, she tossed it on the table. 
“ Indeed, you must not work so lute; you’re 
alniusL as thin now as the shad that went 
over the falls.” 
I often tell her to let something go," 
blandly remarked Mr. A., “hut she always 
will work just so hard. Boys, have the fire 
mude by five; 1 want John to be off after a 
load ol wood before daylight. Wife, you’ll 
KITTY’S PRANK. 
Little Minnie Belt, gut down, ono day, 
To make a now divsg for JKNN v MAY. 
Jenny May la the doll, with blue eyes, and bright 
liair. 
And she sits by her side in a little chair. 
But, while Minnie Bull was sewing the sleeve, 
She went fast asleep if you’ll believe : 
Fast asleep on the rug too, was LILLY, the kitten, 
After playing two hours with Minnie's redmitten. 
Now, pretty soon Lilly, this kitten, woke up; 
She wiggled her tall, and t hen gave i>, jump; 
She said “ mew,” which meant that some fttn with a 
string, 
Or else with u ball, would bo Just the thing. 
But Minnie Bell sat, as you see her there, 
Fast asleep In her little chair; 
■'So now,” thought Miss Puss, " in a friendly way, 
I'M Just make the acquaintance of Jennie May.” 
be. I believe I can guess now. I beard ot cs 
him say the other evening, as he tracked his 4jf ft 1* jJ£ITDIc 
muddy boots over the freshly scrubbed floor. ^ ^ t' * 
* there wasn't any use of so much scrubbing.’ - __ 
No, there wouldn’t be any use for so much ' vtttv.b ptjawtt 
of it; if he’d clean his boots better, and __ * 
make some walks, and do something to im- Little Minnie Belt, mt down, one day, 
prove that muddy back yard, ‘No use of To mute a new dross for Jenny may. 
„i it- i> t/„ , , Jenny May la the doll, with blue eyes, and brighl 
so much scrubbing 1’ If the house wasn't i ia ir, 
tidy, who’d be the first to complain ? Didn’t And 8,10 “ ils 0y 1,er ■* tlrte ,n 11 ,lttle chair. 
I hear him the oilier day speaking very But while Minnie iikll was sewing the sleeve, 
scornfully of Mrs. G.'s housekeeping ? She went fast asleep if you'll believe : 
“‘Let Something Go\ } He’d better do l ;'“ t the rug too, was lii.lv, the kitten, 
,, . , , , , After playing two hours with MiNNiK'sredniltten. 
something to make the work easier. 1 here 
isn’t wood enough carried in the house half * r / m * f’ reWy 800,1 t ‘ rT ' T ' Y - this kitten, woke «p: 
the time to do the halving — that miserable She said “ mew,” which meant that some fun with a 
old pump squeaks as though it had the astli- string, 
ma, and the kitchen is empty of half the 01,0180 with a bail, would bejnat the thing. 
conveniences it ought to have. ‘ Let Some- But Minnie Deli, sat, as you see her there, 
thing Go!' How I’d like to tell Ml'. A. Fll ‘'t asleep In her little chair; 
wluif T lldnlf oknht , l. _ .i,„ „ , "Bo now," thought, Miss Puss, •* in a friendly way, 
v 10, ,in mnttei and With I'll just make the acquaintance of Jennie May.” 
an impatient slam, Miss D. closed the shut¬ 
ters and blew out the light. 
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NOTABLE WOMEN. 
Miss Vinnik Ream, whose statue of Lin¬ 
coln was informally unveiled at the Capitol 
in Washington, a few days ago, is thus 
sketched by a contemporary : 
In the basement, of the splendid Capitol 
building, in some low rooms reached through 
arches of heavy masonry—rooms full of sun¬ 
shine, vines, flowers and birds — Vinnik 
Ream used t,o busy herself with her potter’s 
clay. Anything more picturesque than her 
appearance could hardly be imagined—a 
tiny creature iu a tunic that half hid her 
shape, her black eyes dancing, her teeth 
sparkling, her long black hair streaming far 
down her back, and twisted nbout turban- 
wise with an azure gauze scarf, she flitted _ t ___ > 
about among the countless busts and fault. - • ;1fl fi 
less liKencsacft of Senators and Ilepresenta- A 
lives, and the colossal plaster cast, of the 
statue of Lincoln, like a bird herself, soupshe wuikodaottiytovriiere jenny «ut, 
Sprightly in all her conversation, with sen- t n " ‘i 16 ' 1 "" ,,L ‘ r he * dKilVf ' “ « ro,lt P at - 
i i muni II,,. . . , , Poor Jennie May thought, ahe surely should dlo, 
n.nl t >r this one and jests lor that, one, But she kept very still, because ilulla never cry. 
bow a whistle to the canaries, now an al>- 
qpnt mirnL.,1 l,ii nf onnw j- , Wimt might have befell In one minute more, 
. nt, mind l hit, of song, now holding a tur- ir Minnie’s mama had not opened the door, 
tie dove on her shoulder with its bill he- I rouliy ountsay, buttvory munafour 
tween her scarlet lips, she was a fascinating jKNN i "' : , MAV w,,ulrt have finished her earthly 
sight to those that thronged to see her all 
day long, beside her has reliefs, medallions Wlth * m,ry hnlr tnm from hor dear little head, 
dpsiirno fin* fnnninina «viri 1 ’ Sho'd have laid on tho floor Pm afraid very dead, 
i . igns tor lountains and monuments, her But minnie’b mama very quickly said, “scat! 
hanging baskets, her harp and guitar. Her Why, what are you doing, you bad naughty cat?” 
room had been vacant, this ye:,r'und more; And Pussy ran offset a f U t a she could 
but we hear that she has Just returned from And bid a i' mu time on n grant pile ■•! wood. 
Italy with her accomplished work, and do £ ut «"«’■ w "' i- ^ , l ,, .ay, 
not doubt that it is every way worthy of its * r °" lu "' l>tlB 1 ^ v' "L ' , ,lK * W ity ‘ 
‘ _ k mi 
A London correspondent of the Louisville 
Courier-Journal writes;—Mrs. Lincoln, who I remember so well all about it. though 
is at present in London, has just left our it happened so long go I was eleven years 
apartments, being an old acquaintance of old at the time, and my two cousins, IIat- 
the other and better one of us. Her friends tie and Alice, were a little younger, 
ut. home, 1 am assured, would hardly recog- There was a loud ring at, the door, and 
nize her. Reduced in flesh and impaired in Alice, who was standing by the window, 
health, she seemed completely rejuvenated, exclaimed:—“Oli, seel here is tho express 
if indeed rejuvenation may lie affirmed with- man’s wagon—1 wonder what it, is!” Then 
out offense of one who has never been old. Alice ran to the door, and in a minute 
She is in London for the purpose of placing brought in a brown paper package, put up 
her son “ Tad ” at school. This purpose ac* so nicely, and tied with a strong string, just 
eomplished, she proposes, I believe, to join as it came from the store. “I>o see!" said 
her friend Mrs. Bishop Simpson at Rome, Alice, “it is directed to us all,—‘Miss 
and make with her the tour of Italy. Mrs. Flora Hastings, Miss Alice Hastings 
L incoln, strange as it may sound to those and Miss Hattie Hastings.’ What can it 
who know her only through the slanders of he, I wonder!" 
the press, is a very intelligent and agreeable Alice screamed“ Oh, Auntie,do come 
woman. It is impossible to know her with- here!” and Auntie came from the kitchen, 
purple box was the most beautiful. “ But, 
Auntie, how can wo tell which we shall 
each have?” asked Alice. 
“ Oli, I guess you can choose,” said 
Auntie; “ You can look at them, and after 
a while you can decide.” 
And so we looked, and we talked, and 
admired, and pretty soon we all came to 
think iliat the purple box was far the pret¬ 
tiest., and eacli one wanted that. It was 
such a pity, 1 thought afterwards, that they 
had not been all alike,—but as it was, we all 
thought the purple was such an exquisite 
color, and then the little lake with the boat 
was so perfectly charming. 
“ Well, my dear girls," said Auntie, “ \ 
don’t sec what, wo shall do, unless we draw 
lots; indeed, that is the only way, If you 
each set, your mind on that particular box.” 
“But bow will wo do? r 
“ Suppose wo do in 
A lice. 
1 
Jo YmJTTJ 
m 
r*Tff?r5£T i■ ■!'!i' ..i l 
11 
•N ’ ^ UT - - 
Sn up sbo walker* softly to where Jenny ant, 
And i,lien On lier bend allo gave a (front, pat. 
I’oor Jennie May thought she surely should dlo. 
But alio kept very still, beouusu dolls never cry. 
want ratal)tliuvo befell In onenilnuto more, 
if Minnie’s mam \ bad not opened the door, 
T really min t say, but 1 very much fear 
Jennie May would have finished her earthly 
career. 
With every hair torn from her dear little head. 
She’d have laid on the floor I'm afraid very dead, 
But Minnie's MAMA very quickly said. "Scat! 
Why, what are you doing, you bud naughty cat?” 
And pussy ran off. just uk fnsi r hI,o could, 
Arid lllda 1'lieu, , |i ,, •,i id; of wood. 
But now, wli, i niiliiisuii •m .- lay. 
She remembers i . nit, ", a in. -t-> genii,, wav. 
-fA r ^-~ - 
TEE PURffo BOX. 
I remember so well all about it, tllOtigll 
it happene yen yearn 
old at, the time, and my two cousins, Hat¬ 
tie and Alice, were a little younger. 
There was a loud ring at, the door, and 
her son “ Tad ” at school. This purpose ac- so nicely, and tied with a strong string, just 
eomplished, she proposes, I believe, to join as it came from the store. “Do see!” said 
her friend Mrs. Bishop Simpson at Rome, Alice, “it is directed to us all,— ‘Miss 
and make with her the tour of Italy. Mrs. Flora Hastings, Miss Alice Hastings 
Lincoln, strange as it may sound to those and Miss Hattie Hastings.’ What can it 
who know her only through the slanders of be, I wonder!" 
the [tress, is a very intelligent and agreeable Alice screamed“ Oh, Auntie,do come 
woman. It is impossible to know her with- here!” and Auntie came from the kitchen, 
out feeling that she has been cruelly wronged only stopping to wipe the flour off her hands, 
aulnhivMvZ 7 W T’ by those Who should have been among the and Hattie a 
M s A y L? ^ , e 5 armunt from first to protect her. Auntie, do ope,: 
Mrs. A. s bauds, she tossed it on Uio table. TT ’ * 7 
“Indeed, you must not work so late; you’re xr TirE , 0hica S° Tribune » speaking of ' * ri “ bad 
almost as thin now as the shad that went NiL880n ’ 8 fl,, at concert in that city, says: ft "' nn e * Ht 
over the falls.” From every part of the building a densely , er Uer careU 
“ I often tell her to let something go» l )!icked Hmi >' of 1,10,1 and women looked ad- ) . r ° wn pa ^ l : r 0 
blandly remarked Mr. A., “but she always ,nil ' m « 1 - v ’ u P on ber. The concert ami the " ee parccl8 ’ J 
will work just so hard. Boys, have the fire orche8tml lobules and interludes were all “ ame on u,e 01 
mude by five; I want John to he off after a that CouU1 b(J desired. The selections were J a ‘ n: waa 11 lett 
load of wood before daylight. Wife, you’ll 8Uch !L4 lUe mosl cultivated taste and dis- Unc,e JO,tN ’ ai 
hurry up breakfast; and to-morrow I’d like climlaation W(J1,ld lulve made; and yet that ,OX< ‘ H ,nclo9ed 
to have you see that Will puts the apples ,air you "^ S* 1 ' 1 ' who has won triumphs the " ,ettnt l “ « ,rla - 
iu the cellar all right, and have Sam feed the World over ’ kn °wing, by past experience, , 
little call, and bury the turnips. I’m goirur how 10 U)uch liearts and move the feel- . * Uaa a rr f 
to town, and may not be back before dark;” ilJ/?8 ot Uer mtdience, turned from the pro- , w, ‘ apped 
and with these words he deoarted in l.’in gramme of music by the great masters, and ,est things they 
•omul slumbers. 
gramme of music by the great masters, and 
iarried the hearts of her hearers by giving 
and Hattie came right after her. “Oli, 
Auntie, do open it quick t” said Alice. 
Hattie had already found the scissors, 
and Auntie, stopping to pick out a knot, 
after her careful way, soon had the stout 
brown paper open. And there now were 
three parcels, just, exactly alike, and no 
name on the outside of any of them. But 
there was a letter to Auntie. It was from 
Uncle John, and the letter said that the 
boxes inclosed were for bis nieces, which 
meant us girls. We must make choice be¬ 
tween them. 
We had already torn off the soft paper 
which wrapped up the boxes ; and the love¬ 
liest things they were, I’m sure, I ever saw. 
Auntie. “ I will wrap them up, just, ns they 
came, then cut slips of paper, and the one 
that draws the longest, slip shall choose first, 
the box, however, being wrapped up.” 
“ But, Auntie, who shall draw first?” said 
Alice, 
“ Oh, I think Floy ought, to have the first 
chance,” said Hattie, “ because she is the 
oldest.” 
Dear, little, generous Hattie, how I 
thought about her saying this, long after¬ 
ward 1 
Well, Auntie wrapped the boxes up nice- 
ly, so that they should look exactly as they 
did before they were opened at all. Then 
she sent. us out of the room for a minute 
while she changed them about,, so that wo 
could not possibly tell which waa which. 
When we came in, Auntie was holding 
t he slip8of paper in a hook. “ Come, Floy, 
she said, “you shall have the first draw.” 
I was so eager to get. that particular box, 
and IIattik and Alice, I knew by their 
looks, were as anxious to have it as 1 was. 
“ Oli, I do hope, 1 do wonder if I shall get 
the long slip of paper,” I thought, as, hesi¬ 
tating a moment, 1 took one iu my fingers 
and drew it out. It was the long one I 
Alice drew next, and then Hattie, but 1 
was In have the first choice of packages. 1 
turned to the table. A little mark, an ink 
spot, perhaps, was on one of the wrappers. 
It was a very little mark, but it had caught 
my eye before, though I had not remembered 
it. I knew, however, it was on the paper 
that wrapped up the purple box. I hesitat¬ 
ed a moment. The others did not know one 
box from tho other, hut I had noticed that 
little speck, and I knew which was tho 
purple box. But 1 took it. 
Alice took up one next, and Hattie took 
llie other. We opened them then, and sure 
enough I had the lovely purple one. But 
somehow it didn’t seem to look so beautiful. 
I felt sorry, and almost wanted to change 
with Hattie or Alice, All day it was in 
my mind, and after a while, when I was 
playing with the kitten and she gave me a 
little scratch, I hurst into tears, and cried for 
nothing at all. 
Presently Hattie said, “ I am so glad 
Floy got, the purple box, because she liked 
it so much.” 
“ I will change with you, Hattie,” I said ; 
but Hattie wouldn't think of such a thing, 
“ She is so good she won’t take it from me," 
I said to myself; “but I have cheated.” 
Oh, dear, dear! how miserable I felt all 
daylong. “What is the matter, Flora ?” 
said Alice, as wo were going up to bed that 
night. 
“ There’s nothing the matter,” I said, and 
OO 
abbatl) JJrabing. 
INVOCATION. 
BY MRS, M. I\ A. CROZIER. 
Comb to me Saviour, como now in my grief,— 
Thy tetulor presence is sweetest relief; 
Thy heart hath known till the anguish I feel, 
Thy lovo, alone, till that atiKulsh can heal. 
come to tne Saviour, for dark In tho niifht— 
Vainly 1 neck Tor some Ntar’s feeble Halit; 
Open my soul to behold at my side, 
J KSUB uty lover, my GOD, and rny Guide. 
Como with the hrltjht.nosM that bourns In thy face,— 
Oolite with the smile of thy pitiful grace •— 
Come, and with footsteps us silent and fleet, 
Momlnt? shall come with thy beautiful feet. 
Ottawa Co., Mich,, 1871. 
THOUGHTS AND QUERIES: 
A ^Imri Sermon on Kiniiilocons Speech. 
If all the good deeds performed, nil the 
kind words spoken, all holy desires breathed, 
were placed upon one side of a great, boat, 
and all the wicked deeds, unkind words, and 
selfish thoughts placed upon the other side, 
would the boat drift from the shores of lime 
to the not far off coasts of eternity, evenly 
balanced? Though they were equal in 
number, the good deeds and the evil, me- 
thinks the side of evil would do much In¬ 
ward dragging the whole boat down to the 
very depths of the ocean of darkness. 
Do not evil influences reach out further 
than the most righteous? Are we not too 
apt to remember injuries much longer Ilian 
we do favors? Let one whom all our lives 
we have believed our firm friend — from 
whom wo have received obligations without 
number—hut speak a single sentence against 
us, and, il it bo wafted to us on the wings of 
a slanderous tongue, our anger is instantly 
aroused. We forget to cast In the kind ob¬ 
ligations we have received, to overbalance, 
it may lie, the imaginary wrong, — and 
quickly begin to pick flaws in that person’s 
character, whom an hour before wc hud be¬ 
lieved almost perfect. 
A young lady may be beautiful and be¬ 
loved. For years she is the bright, particu¬ 
lar star of a largo and admiring circle of 
friends, she is obedient to her parents, 
amiable, and affectionate; kind to the op¬ 
pressed,—watches with thesick, and attends 
to tlieir many wants,—-often sacrifices her 
pleasure for the sake of giving comfort and 
happiness to her friends. Suddenly she is 
tempted and betrayed by one she trusted 
next to God. She takes one wrong step. Is 
there a rush to save her from falling down 
to the depths of darkness and despair ? Does 
all her former purity and loveliness of char¬ 
acter cover the deformity of her one sin ? 
By no means. All of her good qualifications 
arc, as it were, blotted out. .Everybody 
“ knew that she wasn’t a likely girl.” Her 
wrong-doing is talked over aL every tea table 
and every neighborhood gathering tor miles 
around. People who had never before heard 
of such an individual as Laura M., hear 
now, not of how good she always hud been, 
hut of her enormous crime. Never again 
must she be permitted to enter the walks of 
respectable society, no matter how pure her 
life may he hereafter. Only Christ cun 
look upon such, and say, “Thou art for¬ 
given; look up, stricken one, and strive 
again to be worthy of wearing ail angel’s 
crown.” 
Let but the eye of suspicion he cast upon 
an innocent person, living in a largo com¬ 
munity, and it is almost impossible to throw 
off the incubus; indeed, it may be quite im¬ 
possible to become entirely rid of the stain. 
For nearly two thousand years the lessons 
of Christ have been taught:—“ Do unto 
others as yo would have others do unto 
you;” “ Forgive, as ye would he forgiven •” 
“Judge not, that ye he not judged.” And 
yet, we find few persons who really and 
truly make these texts the aim of their lives, 
and why is it that these lessons are not bet¬ 
ter heeded ? Is it not because evil influences 
prevail V 
If lie, in His divine goodness and purity, 
can look upon all and say, “ I forgive,” wliy 
Ono was green velvet, with gold ornaments; then l sat down on the side of the bed’ and niay ,10t 'who are constantly breaking 
“Let something go 1” indignantly soldo- ,heni . 111 il « simple beauty, “ ’Way Down on 
quised Miss D. as she set her lamp down on die Suwanee River.” A person not pres- 
the stand iu her chamber with such a thump <!Ut caa forra 110 i( lea of the effect produced 
that it came near knocking off the chimney. 1)y ‘ 11118 departure from t he role of operatic 
“What that mysterious, indefinite ‘mne- musIc - U‘poor Ciiari,ks G. Foster could 
thin;/ is, lie don’t condescend to explain. ljliVe been Present to have witnessed that 
Not breakfast, surely, for that’s to be ‘ hur- 8Cene and heard that song, he would scarcely 
ried up,’ aud dinner and supper too. I bavo envied either Mendelssohn or Bee- 
knnw this ‘ something’ to be neglected isn’t TltoV1 '^' 
the missing buttons on bis coat by the tone TnE step in reference to the pension 
m which I once overheard him request his ° r lor Mrs. Lincoln, widow of the late 
wife to sew one on—it isn't the hole iu his President, was made at the Pension Office 
stocking or anything that adds to his com- recently. Tho certificate, instead of being 
lorL it isn’t the children, neither, for he is the ordinary printed form, is written on 
proud of them, and wauls them ulways to parchment, in the most elegant chirography 
he the best dressed of any in the neighbor- which tho Pension Office can furnish. 
does have in l 1 * 1 ? ^ lh ? lf clas80a > i,>8be A Miss Beasely of Pawtucket, R. I j 3 
at home It isu’f the°ffn 7 ^ lT° m 3tudyi "^ vocal “«•«> at Leipsic. Her voice 
Twould neve.- , ! garden or dairy— is said to haye incredible range, the compass 
or tm, ni^I nc ® lcct lliem— “ <tollar oxuarimur U, high B, an ocuvc Yvette 
one was purple, and one was blue. The or¬ 
naments were exactly alike, and on the top 
of each was the sweetest picture, painted on 
ivory • the pictures were a little different, 
but wo could hardly tell which was the 
prettiest. Inside there were ever so many 
things—a thimble, a punning little scissors, 
a beautiful knife, a tiny smelling-bottle, be¬ 
side a pin-cushion and needle-case. Up in 
cried as though ray heart would break. 
God’s commands, forgive each other? 
But after a while 1 did tell every word 
about it, and l could not feel perfectly happy 
until I bad told Auntie and Hattie too. 
Auntie said Unit every ono was sometimes 
tempted to do wrong, but she added, “I’m 
the Disciples asked how many times he 
should forgive his brother, our Saviouu re¬ 
plied, “ I say not unto thee seven times, but 
until seventy times seven,” meaning as often 
the top was a little oval looking-glass, and 8m ’0 my dear girl won’t yield to temptation 118 1,(1 sinned. If we build high the walls of 
pension around it a wreath of fine green leaves, with 8onn Bgain.” forgiveness, will they not be garnished with 
? * atc rose buds. . . , ., a ' . ob Auntie,” 1 said, “ I wan’t you to gems more precious than diamonds or einer- 
does have to help each one in their lessons 
JJ ll0 J}* 11 feu’t the garden or dairy— 
twould never do to neglect them—a dollar 
or two might be lost. 
I do wonder what that ‘ something ’ can 
We all stood admiring these exquisite 
boxes, first thinking one was the handsomest, 
and then another. 
“ I always do like purple the best of any 
color,” said Hattie. 
“ But then this picture is so sweet on this 
green one,” said Alice. 
take the box away from me, and give it to 
Hattie or Alice?’ 
Hattie, and Alice, too, said I must keep 
it just the same, but I could not bo satisfied 
till the next day another drawing was made. 
When we came to draw the second time, I 
was so afraid the purple box would tall to 
me again, I did not know ivhafc to do ; but 
it did not; it came to Hattie, and Alice 
gems i 
aids ? 
May Maple. 
“ Oli, but this one with the castle, and the S ot 1,10 blue one, and I the green. 
lake and the little boat on it, I’m Bure is a 
. . . t , ---.. i,, ouruiau r 1 never forgot this affair— how bad I felt ... JC „ 1B « Apui . 
leger space, and about three notes beyond great deal the nicest,” said Hattie for a little while—and how much happier 1 and thought; if that hand represents tho 
the highest reached by Carlotta Patti. For my own part I began to think the SS. wtm 1 co . nfessed all > and made il whole machinery of your mind and soul, 
J wu pari, x utgan to unnit the light with my cousins. m. f. s. you cannot afford to sell it cheap ” 
Men Should Not Work t liciip. 
Beecher says:—“ The law of God is that 
men, as they come up, cannot afford to work 
cheap. Nothing can work cheap except that 
which is cheap. If you have only a hand to 
sell, with no thought, in it, and no skill in it 
yon can afford to sell that hand cheap; hut 
it that hand has forty years of experience 
and thought ; if that hand represents the 
