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portant to know how to make love. Others may make our clothes, prepare our food, build our houses, put up mills and fill them with machinery; but it is the work and duty of every one to make human hearts gentle, kind, and loving.

Well, then, how can we make love? We must love to make love in human hearts. This is a clear, workable plan. You can all understand it, and follow it. You are too young to make a watch, or book, or table, or speech ; but you can all make love because you can all love. I can show you that this is the only true plan. Like grows like. A farmer who wants a harvest of corn puts corn seed into the earth, and in due time he reaps corn and gathers it into his barn. If in spring you sow certain plain seeds in a little patch of ground, you will have the pleasure of seeing during summer pretty flowers of many colours. Like produces like. I am sure you will have noticed how anger causes anger; hate, hate; coldness, coldness; distance, distance. And in like manner kindness produces kindness ; gentleness, gentleness; meekness, meekness; love, love. If we put love into our looks, words, and actions, it will fall like seed into our own hearts, and into the hearts of others, and will bear the sweet, rich, abiding fruit of love in our own life, and in the life of those with whom we have to do.

Do not wait to be loved, my dear young friends, but love whether you are loved or not. Show to your brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, companions, and all with whom you have to do, a kind, loving heart. A true, real Christian is one who loves first. If we love only those who love us we are no better than many who are not Christians, for nearly all give love to those who love them.

God is the great Maker of love. And how does He make it? He makes it by loving us. love because He first loved us." Christ made a great deal of love when He was on this earth ; and He made it by showing His love to boys and girls, and men and women. Christ is still making love in this world, and He is making it by His deep love for men-love which induced Him to die for men, and which is as deep now for you and me and every one else as it was when He died on the cross. Dr. Doddridge had a daughter who was a sweet girl, and every one who know her loved her. One day a visitor at her father's house asked her how it was every one loved her. Her answer is well worth remembering. “I suppose it is because I love everybody. "A man that hath friends must show himself friendly.


Thoroughness. 'ANY years ago a young New Englander, whose all the information he could command on the

shape, structure, and use of the bones. to teach a district school in Virginia. Among his "And now the school

_” he began. pupils was a small, rather dull, and insignificant. "What is inside of the bones ?” stolidly looking boy who annoyed him by his questions. came from the corner where the quiet boy was No matter what the subject under discussion, sitting. this lad apparently never could get near enough Mr. Dash never remembered what answer he to the bottom of it to be content.

gave, but the question and his despair fixed them. One very warm August day the teacher, with selves in his memory. no little vanity in a knowledge not universal in Thirty-five years later the teacher visited those days, began to lecture the boys on the Washington and entered the room where the habits and characteristics of a fish which one justices of the Supreme Court were sitting. The of them had caught during recess. He finisbed chief-justice-the most learned jurist of his day and was about to dismiss the school, when his -was a man like Paul, whose bodily presence inquisitive pupil asked some questions about the was contemptible. The stranger regarded him gills and their use. The question answered, others at first with awe, then with amazement. followed concerning the scales, skin, flesh. The “It is the boy who went inside of the bones of poor teacher struggled to reply with all the the fish !” he exclaimed. information at his command. But that was If he had not tried to go inside of the bones small, and the day grew warmer, and the time of every fish, he would never have reached the when school was usually dismissed was already lofty position which he held. It is the boy who past.

penetrates to the heart of the matter who is the “ The school will now be dismissed,” he said successful scholar, and afterward the successful at last.

lawyer, physician, philosopher, or statesman. It “But the bones! You have told us nothing is the man whose axe is laid to the root, not about the bones," said the anxious boy.

to the outer branches, whose religion is a solid Mr. Dash smothered his annoyance and gave foundation for his life here and beyond. - Selected.

Hot Milk as a Stimulant. 'o one who, fatigued by over-exertion of body indeed surprising. Some portion of it seems to ,

be digested and appropriated almost immediately, influence of a tumbler of this beverage, heated as and many who now fancy they need alcoholic hot as it can be sipped, will willingly forego a stimulants when exhausted by fatigue, will find resort to it because of its being rendered some- in this simple draught an equivalent that will be what less acceptable to the palate. The prompt- abundantly satisfying, and far more enduring in ness with which its cordial influence is felt is its effects.

Little Jack Horner. ATELL, isn't that capital? I have often sung some other boys less favoured than himself, but


will keep a few slices of the pie for them. Our what kind of a boy he was, but I never saw his joys are doubled when shared with others. Relikeness before! Upon my word, he does look member this, dear young people, as you receive jolly. What a Christmas pie he has got! Why, your Christmas presents this year, and by kindly

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LITTLE JACK ICORNER. it should last him a week. He must have a good gifts to others in their poverty and sorrows, prove mother, that lad must, to make such a pie; and the truth of your Lord's saying, “It is more all for himself. But surely, as he sits in his blessed to give than to receive." corner, and pulls out a plum, he won't forget

S. K, D.

Life's Possibilities for the Few and the Many. UR text will be found-well, we cannot say Raphael does not offer an example that all may be is

follow. But there are other deeds, though far has done, man may do.” It is not in the Bible, humbler, yet not less great than the achieve80 we do not know yet whether it is true ; it may ments of genius. We might tell of men who be, or it may not be. Let us try to find out. have given up a life of ease and comfort to toil We will look at two cases. Raphael painted such for long years, amid scenes such as we can form pictures as have never been painted before or no idea of, at the task of alleviating the miseries, since. Another painter might arise to do as great and brightening and ennobling the lives of the things as he; in this case what man has done Outcast Poor of London; insensible to none of man may do again. But any one cannot do it; the pleasures of life, they have foregone them all

for this one object. Surely that too is great; and, unlike Raphael's painting, we may imitate it, if we will.

We find, then, from our inquiry that there are actions which are great because they are clever, and actions which are great because they are good; and that the words of our text hold fully if we speak of the latter; that is, in the case of good actions, “what man has done, man may do." I may make this plainer by referring to two books by Dr. Smiles, an author many of you will have heard of. The first published and best known of these is “Self-Help.” It is chiefly a record of men who have got on in the world, and become either rich or celebrated by their own efforts, and in spite of circumstances. The book has been a great help and encouragement to numbers of young people; but another book by the same author, the last he has written, is, we think, more practical and more likely to be useful than “ Self-Help.” It is called “Duty,” and it tells the stories of many noble men and women who have striven to live for and help others, rather than themselves. I call this book more practical than the other because we cannot all of us make fortunes, or become the authors of great inventions, like the heroes of " Self-Help;' but we may all do good and noble actions, like those which stir our hearts as we read about them in

I know few books which will do more to show us what kind of life is really most worth living. We may see from it that the greatest deeds depend on willingness rather than on cleverness; that the sublimest acts are in the power of each who has the will.

Not long ago, in the village from which I write, a group of men were discussing some question of politics, when one of them was heard to say :“Suppose a man were to die, and leave all his money to you and none for his children ; would you give it up to the children because they had more need of it than you have ?” From the way in which the question was asked, the speaker evidently did not believe that there could be any one who would act as he said. To hear men talk thus one would almost think there were no such thing as goodness or unselfishness. But our text guggests an answer to this most fatal of all forms of scepticism. Men have done deeds as unselfish, even more unselfish, than this, and “what man has done, man may do.” We will not speak here of the example of Christ, or people will say that they cannot do like He did because He was more than a man. In the same village as the exponent of selfishness whose speech we have heard, at least two men have lived who would have done what seemed incredible to him. It is related of John Wesley that he had just got home one day after distributing money to the poor, when a young girl, who seemed quite destitute, knocked


at the door. He had no more money, but there hung a picture over the mantelpiece: “I cannot see that picture there," he said,

" while people are starving around us; it seems like the price of their blood.” He took the picture down and sold it, and carried the money to the girl. During his life thousands of pounds passed through his hands, but he gave away all except just enough to keep nimself, and died poor when he might have been rich.

Charles Wesley on one occasion refused a large fortune which was offered him, though he had quite as much need of it as those who got it. Would these men have refused to give up to orphans the money they needed and had a right to, because it had been left to themselves ? But our sceptical friend may still say,

“ Johu and Charles Wesley were not ordinary men; you cannot expect ordinary people to do as they did.” I would answer that ordinary people may imitate the Wesleys, if they will, in deeds like those we have recorded, though they cannot preach like John or write hymns like Charles; but it will be better to give an example of what ordinary men have done.

When the Birkenhead was wrecked off the coast of Africa, the boats were launched and filled with the women and children. Besides these, those on board were chiefly soldiers. Not a man stirred till the last woman was safe in the boats, when the captain of the ship thoughtlessly gave the order: “Every man who can im jump overboard, and make for the boats." There was a rush forward, but the military commander immediately called out: “ If you do, the boats with the women will be swamped.” The men stood back. No murmur was heard ; the silence showed that each was willing to perish without an effort rather than endanger the safety of others. The boats made for the land, but before they reached it the Birkenhead went down, and the men, 450 of them, went down with her, sacrificing themselves to save the women. Surely here was a greater sacrifice than the one our friend thought so impossible !

There is nothing in the world that we ought to be more thankful for than the noble lives that good men have lived, and the noble deeds, too, that ordinary men have done; they are the most precious legacy of the past. If we got all the help we might from them we should often sing

“For all Thy saints, to memory dear,
Departed in Thy faith and fear,

We bless Thy holy name. For the lesson of their lives is the highest lesson that we can learn : it is that we can make our lives sublime, for in the case of all that is truly great and noble, “What man has done, man may do.' Epworth.


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forbids. a month of Swift's capture Dan WTCrooks home was in ruins.

This we will add-Sol was a great

A quarrel favourite of his. Somehow or other the young arose respecting Swift, followed by other quarrels lad had warmed the old man's heart; perhaps about Dan's gambling habits. One evening, it was with his childish talk, and open, winning being greatly in debt, Dan found that several of ways.

For him, too, Sol had done something his betting companions were in search of him; more. He had told him several times about his he owed them money, but had not wherewithal mother's death; and the thought of heaven, as to pay them; hence they sought him angrily. a real place to the child, stamped itself deeply Dan, conscious of their revengeful spirit, knew on the old man's mind, till after much pondering that he must flee if he would save his life; so he he began to think that there was a heaven, in. left Sol and Kathy in a moment to the mercy of deed, for all the good. Mrs. Ray, too, when the world.

distributing her tracts, dropped a word now and When Dan's wife found that her husband had then, and invited him to the mission-room in disappeared, she called in a broker, sold all there the Croft. Awhile, for very shame, the old man was, and betook herself to her former mode of hung back; but one evening, when Sol was paylife; that is to say, she became barmaid at her ing him a visit, he went to hear the missionary, brother's public, where our story leaves her. who, when speaking of how the good die, reAnd what had become of Sol and Kathy? They, hearsed a touching story that broke his heart. sweet young souls, had found shelter in the From that time he became an altered man; houses of their friends; Sol was living with atheistic principles were thrown to the winds, Benny Bottle, and Kathy with Mrs. Ray. Here and though old in years, he came with childlike their lives were sunnier far than they had been spirit to Jesus, to learn the way of holiness and for long days in that miserable home in Ruddle heaven. Henceforth in this blessed faith he lived, Court. Of course they often asked about their and died. father ; but no information could be given them, Mic M'Grathe, as the days sped on, became a and certainly they were better cared for than more daring thief, and one night, with others, when under his roof. About a month after their was apprehended for housebreaking, and sent for father's flight, Uncle Chris took them to his own a term of years beyond the seas. We hope he home. Here they were tended most lovingly. became better after that. Kathy was sent with his own children to school, Dan Crooks found shelter in a large town withand Sol was apprenticed to Uncle Chris to learn in one hundred miles of Abbeyfield. Here he the mysteries of steel refining. Happy days were obtained employment, but most of his money evidently before them; let us hope that the was spent in drink. Many a time he thought of brightness of the future will somewhat atone the days when his first wife and he lived hard by for the darkness and loneliness of the past. the clover-scented fields, and longed for their

Of course Mrs. Ray still keeps her little shop return; and many a time he cursed the day in the Croft; indeed, it would not be Bean Croft when he turned his feet into the gambler's path ; to some if they did not find Mrs. Ray there. and that day he now saw was the commencement There was always sunshine where she was, and of all his woes. Of course he thought now and many a dark, distressed soul had gone to her for then of Sol and Kathy, but he could not bring sympathy, advice, and help; for she was ever them to where he was, nor, at times, did he ready to give, as also to do what she could. She desire it; and beyond the longing for drink he saddened very much when Kathy left her ; but had but another—that of sinking, unknown, into cheered herself with the thought that the little

the grave. maid would pay her frequents visits, which, of Another damp, foggy, wet November night course, with her brother, to her great delight, hung over Abbeyfield. Across the moors that she did ; and often, as they sat together, would day, barefooted, in rags, and hungry, travelled Mrs. Ray tell them once again of that dark a worn man; his steps were feeble and his heart November night when their dear mother went to was heavy, not with age, but dissipation. He inhabit the mansion prepared for her. Two appeared like one seeking a pillow whereon he years after Sol and Kathy found a real home might lay his head and die; and that he sought. with Uncle Chris, Mrs. Ray went upwards to It was far past midnight when he entered Abbeyinhabit a mansion, too.

field, and wended his way to a spot that had Of “Benny Bottle” we have said little, not been very precious unto him in the days of early because we have little to say, but because space manhood. Sitting dową on a cold door-stone,

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