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 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Dedication
 Preface
 Table of Contents
 "Remember me"
 Honor thy parents
 Uncharitable judgment
 To the portrait of Father...
 Susan's repentance and appeal to...
 Little Emma
 The old Sabbath schoolroom
 The hunter, and his dog Jowler
 My niece
 Agatha
 A scholar's remembrance of the...
 Rain drops
 The ways of providence
 To Alberta
 The discontented squirrel
 School street society
 The morning walk
 Female education
 Summer thoughts
 A talk with the children
 Uncle Jimmy
 The child's dream of heaven
 The influence of Sabbath schoo...
 Memory
 A biographical sketch
 The Sabbatch school boys
 Ill temper
 Reading
 A Sabbath school excursion
 Christ and duty






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Table of Contents
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Dedication
        Page 5
        Page 6
    Preface
        Page 7
        Page 8
    Table of Contents
        Page 9
        Page 10
    "Remember me"
        Page 11
        Page 12
    Honor thy parents
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
    Uncharitable judgment
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
    To the portrait of Father Ballou
        Page 30
        Page 31
    Susan's repentance and appeal to her elder sister
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    Little Emma
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
    The old Sabbath schoolroom
        Page 39
        Page 40
    The hunter, and his dog Jowler
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
    My niece
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
    Agatha
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
    A scholar's remembrance of the picnic
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
    Rain drops
        Page 60
        Page 61
    The ways of providence
        Page 62
        Page 63
    To Alberta
        Page 64
        Page 65
    The discontented squirrel
        Page 66
        Page 67
    School street society
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    The morning walk
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
    Female education
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    Summer thoughts
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
    A talk with the children
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    Uncle Jimmy
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    The child's dream of heaven
        Page 100
        Page 101
    The influence of Sabbath schools
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    Memory
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
    A biographical sketch
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    The Sabbatch school boys
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
    Ill temper
        Page 130
        Page 131
    Reading
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
    A Sabbath school excursion
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
    Christ and duty
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
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FROM THE LIBRARY OF




PAUL & VIRGINIA CROWLEY

























































BOSTON:
ABEL TOMPKINS, NO. 88 CORNHILL.
1851.









































Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1850,
By ABaL TouPKIxs,
In the Clerk's Ofice of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts,
















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DEDICATION.

WE offer no words of inspired thought,
No gems from the mines of wisdom brought,
No flowers of language to deck the page,
No borrowed glories of Muse or Sage;
But an offering simple and pure we bring,
And a wreath of wild roses around it fling;
Not culled from the shades of enamelled bowers,
But watered by love's own gentle showers.
In tones of affection we here would speak;
To waken an echo of love we seek;
We mingle our tears for the early dead,
To the land of spirits before us fled.
While a moral we humbly would here entwine
With the flowers we lay on affection's shrine,
We pray that the light of religion may dawn,
To brighten our pathway each coming morn.
Then with love for each other OUR GIFT we bring,
And love for the memories that round it cling,
And trust in the hopes that are lighted here,
To burn with new brightness each passing year.
And as Time moves on with unceasing tread,
And the flowers of youth are withered and dead,
May no sigh of regret to the past be given,
As it peacefully fades in the light of Heaven.
1 .













PREFACE.


OuR GIFT" has been prepared as a token
of affection for our Sunday school Pupils, and it
is hoped that it may serve a similar purpose in
the hands of other teachers. It has been said,
that "He who gives his thought, gives a part
of himself." It was this idea that suggested
the offering we now bring. We do not claim
for it especial excellence. We are aware that
its pages have not uniform merit. When we
state that they are from the pens of twenty-five
different teachers, few of whom are accustomed
to write for the public eye, we offer the only
apology for the imperfections of the work, which,
in our judgment, the circumstances of the case
demand. If this explanation shall not cause the
critic to throw the work aside, we would welcome
him to whatever pleasure he may find in its
perusal. Of the defects which it contains, we
prefer to share jointly the responsibility; and








5 PREFACE.

have, therefore, omitted to attach signatures to
the several articles. The shorter paragraphs,
scattered through the work, embody ideas from
several contributions which have been excluded
by its narrow limits. Such as it is, we present
it to the public generally, and especially to our
pupils, as a slight token of the ardent love we
bear them, humbly praying that the moral lessons
it contains may find a place in their hearts, and
contribute to the formation of such a character as
involves within itself the highest form of blessing.
(TEACHERS OF THE SCHOOL STREET
UNIVERSALIST SUNDAY SCHOOL,
( BOSTON.



















CONTENTS.

PAGE.
Dedication, .. 6
Preface, .. 7
Remember me, 11
Honor thy Parents, 13
Uncharitable Judgment, 23
Boys become Men, 29
To the Portrait of Father Ballou, 30
Susan's Repentance and Appeal to her Elder Sister, 32
Little Emma, 36
The Old Sabbath Schoolroom, 39
The Hunter, and his Dog Jowler-A Fable, 41
Take Care of your Books, 45
My Niece, .. 46
Teachers' Library, .. 60
Scholars' Library, 50
Agatha, .. 61
Responsibility, ... 65
Duty of Parents, .. 65
A Scholar's Remembrance of the Pic-Nic of 1850, 66
Rain Drops, .. 60
Obey the Rules, .. 61







10 CONTENTS.

The Ways of Providence, 62
To Alberta, 64
The Discontented Squirrel-A Fable, 66
School Street Society, 68
The Example of the Bee, 80
The Morning Walk, 81
True Satisfaction, 83
Female Education, 84
Summer Thoughts-A Fable, 89
A Talk with the Children, 94
Uncle Jimmy, 97
The Child's Dream of Heaven, 100
The Influence of Sabbath Schools, 102
Memory, 105
A Biographical Sketch, 108
The Sabbath School Boys, 118
Fear of Death, 129
Ill Temper, 130
Reading, 132
A Sabbath School Excursion, 137
Christ and Duty, 141
















OUR GIFT.





"REMEMBER ME."

" REMEMBER me! How swift the tide
Of.memory glideth o'er the past;
Those sunny hours so quickly sped,
Perchance a few with clouds o'ercast.
But memory hath more lasting flowers,
Which Time's rude hand can ne'er efface,
The sweets we cull from friendship's bowers,
The gems affection's altar grace.

"Remember me! In youth's bright morn
Those simple words so lightly spoken,
Far into future years may reach,
And wake a spell which ne'er is broken.
A star to gleam in Memory's sky,
A line on Memory's page to glow,
A smile to offer at her shrine,
Or tears which from her springs shall flow.








12 REMEMBER ME.

"Remember me! As one by one
The cherished ties of earth are torn,
The magic spell which Memory weaves,
Shall long in kindred hearts be worn.
And when the last farewell is said,
A solace to each heart shall be
The memory of that love which spoke
In parting tones, Remember me! "















HONOR THY PARENTS.


CONVERSATION I.
Honor thy father and thy mother."
"Well, Clara," said Mary, as they left the
church, shall we go now and take a walk be-
fore we go home ? Look, there are William
Johnson and George Field waiting to see which
way we shall turn, in order to accompany us."
Not this afternoon," answered Clara, "I
think we had better go home."
They continued their way homeward until they
reached the street where Clara lived, and were
about to part, when Mary asked her companion
at what time she would meet her the next morn-
ing to take a long walk, adding that William and
George would go with them.
"I will ask mother," replied Clara, "and if
she is willing, I will meet you at six o'clock."







OUR GIFT.


How is this," said Mary, you never used
to say you would ask your mother; besides, there
can be no possible objection to our going to take
a walk."
True," rejoined Clara, "there can be no ob-
jection to our taking a walk; but we have never
told our mothers that William and George are in
the habit of going with us."
"Well, I don't see any great harm in their
going with us," continued Mary, with a tone
which indicated that she did not see any harm
whatever in it.
Perhaps there is not, and yet, Mary, I have
thought that there might be; therefore, I prefer
to speak to my mother about it."
And pray, Miss Clara, what has made you
so conscientious all at once ? "
I will tell you, Mary. You recollect that
on the last Sabbath, our pastor took for his text,
the fifth commandment."
"Yes, I do."
Well, something which he said, caused me
to think more about these words than I ever did


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HONOR THY PARENTS.


before; and the more I think of them, the more
convinced I am, that we do not consider and re-
flect upon them so much as we ought to."
Let me see," said Mary, Honor thy father
and thy mother; "- Well, I am sure I do
honor my father and my mother; I obey them
when they give me a command, and I love them
with all my heart. What more can I do ? "
So I reasoned before, but when I sat down
alone in my chamber, a good many things came
to my mind, to convince me that I was wrong."
Well," added Mary, let me have the bene-
fit of your reflections."
Why, in this very instance of going to walk,
I had always asked my mother's consent, and she
had given it; but I never told her where we
went, or who went with us, which now appears
to me wrong. Our mothers are much older than
we are, and have had much more experience than
we have, and there may be wrong in doing what
appears to us quite harmless."
"For the life of me," interrupted Mary, "I
cannot think there can possibly be any harm in
such a slight occurrence. However, say nothing


15






OUR GIFT.


to your mother to-night; but go with us to-mor-
row morning, and then you can mention it .to
her, and see what she says."
I beg your pardon, Mary; but you said just
now, you could not see what possible harm there
could be in so slight an occurrence, and yet your
request to put off mentioning this to my mother,
shows that you have some misgivings on the sub-
ject."
Mary reflected for a moment. Clara," said
she, "if you have no objection, I will go home
with you, and hear what your mother will say."
"I shall be delighted to have you," was the
answer.
Mary Winthrop and Clara Spaulding had ar-
rived at the ages of fourteen and fifteen years, a
time of life which is peculiarly critical for girls.
At no age do they more require the advice of
a mother, and at no age are they less inclined to
seek it. This would seem to be a natural dis-
inclination, so prevalent is it. These were both
good girls, but, as may be judged from the con-
versation we have just related, Clara was the


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HONOR THY PARENTS.


more thoughtful, while Mary was very apt to act
without much reflection. She possessed, however,
this noble trait; she was always ready to ac-
knowledge her error, when it was pointed out to
her, and would endeavor to avoid repeating it.
Mrs. Spaulding had reached home when the
girls entered. She was a woman of excellent
sense, and a mother indeed to her children.
Mary frankly told her all the conversation which
had passed between Clara and herself, and then
waited for her opinion.
"It makes me truly happy," said Mrs. S., "that
you have come to me in this free and open man-
ner; and I am very glad that my dear Clara has
reflected so much upon the text. In itself, there
is not much harm in taking a walk with William
Johnson and George Field, and yet it is not
proper for you to do so, without the knowledge
and consent of your parents. William and
George are not bad boys, and perhaps would be
called by people generally, good ones; still, I
have remarked a certain levity in their manner,
which if only occasional, might be called good
2*


17






OUR GIFT.


humor, but which, recurring as it does at all
times and on all occasions, the Sabbath not ex-
cepted, makes me fear that their training at home
is not what I should desire to have it. For this
reason, Mary, I am net willing that Clara should
be often in their company, nor do I think your
mother would differ from me, should you ask her."
I wonder," said Mary, how Clara came to
think of this slight circumstance of a walk, in
connection with the commandment, 'Honor thy
father and thy mother.' "
I thought she had sufficiently explained that,
herself," replied Mrs. Spaulding. "I wish both
of you, and not only you, but all young persons,
would think a good deal more on this subject. I
remember when I was of your age, that many
things occurred which I omitted to mention to
my mother, but which it would have been much
better for me, if I had told her. Sometimes these
concerned my bodily health, and I am sure that
I had informed her of them at the time, I
should now have a much better constitution than
I possess. At other times, I neglected to ask her
advice about what I thought were small matters;


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HONOR THY PARENTS.


but the result proved that I should have been
saved much trouble had I consulted her."
In fact," continued Mrs. S., the command
to honor thy father and thy mother, is far more
comprehensive, and exacts many more duties,
than the young, and, I am sorry to say, the old
too, are willing to recognize. The young are too
apt to think, when they get into their teens, that
there are a great many things about which there
is no need of asking their parents' advice and
counsel; that they know, then, about as well as
their parents what they ought to do; and, by the
time they get to be eighteen or nineteen years
of age, a good deal better. But, my dear chil-
dren, it is not so. And the young who reason
and act thus, will soon cease to honor their father
and mother. No! The Almighty Father, in
giving this as one of the ten commandments to
the children of Israel, knew the vanity of our
nature. He knew how unwilliLg the young are
to learn from the experience of the old, and he
therefore proclaimed this command, that they
might have it constantly before their eyes.


19






OUR GIFT.


"I have said, this is a comprehensive com-
mand. To honor thy father and thy mother is
not merely to show them outward respect. It em-
braces numberless duties, and among them this;
the duty, while you are young, of doing nothing
without their knowledge and consent, when you
are in a situation to ask it.
"Be assured of one thing. If you are about
to go anywhere, or do anything, and a doubt
arises in your mind whether it is necessary to
ask your mother's permission, be certain that
you ought to ask it. The very doubt in your
own mind is sufficient evidence of the fact.
Get into the habit of talking with your
mother upon every subject; your diversions, your
studies, your health. Never conceal anything
from her. Is she not your mother? Did she
not give you being ? Who then shall You look
up to, if not to her ?"
O," interrupted Mary, "I have sometimes
begun to talk to my mother about many things
which I did not exactly understand, but some-
how or other she was not willing to answer my
questions."






HONOR THY PARENTS.


"Perhaps," said Mrs. Spaulding, "you did
not take a proper occasion, or she may have been
very busy about something else. You ought
always to endeavor to take a proper time for
everything. At the same time," she continued,
" I am sorry to say that there are some mothers
who think children cannot be talked to, and rea-
soned with, till they are of age. This is a mis-
taken idea. Children have reasoning faculties,
and the sooner we begin to converse with them
accordingly, the sooner will those faculties be
developed. With this view, we ought always to
encourage them to give us their confidence on all
occasions, gratify their curiosity, and allow them
to talk upon every subject to us. If we do not
act thus, they will soon abstain from that frank
manner with which children ought always to lay
open their whole hearts to their parents."
"0 yes," cried Mary; there is Emma
Woodbury,- I do not believe she ever asks her
mother's advice."
No," said Clara, and there is Jane Clif-
ton's mother,-"


21







OUR GIFT.


Stop, my dears," interrupted Mrs. Spaulding,
"these remarks of yours remind me that there
is another subject, about which I should like to
have a conversation with you; and if your moth-
er, Mary, will give you permission to come home
with Clara, after school to-morrow afternoon, I
will tell you what it is."
"0 yes, I know she will," replied Mary.
"Indeed, yesterday, I should not have thought
of asking her; but now, after what I have heard
from your lips, I shall not do anything, or go
anywhere, without asking her consent."
"I am glad," responded Mrs. Spaulding,
"that you remember this lesson so well. Now,
Mary, you had better go home; and may neither
of you ever think otherwise than seriously, of the
divine command, to 'honor thy father and thy
mother;' and remember that few persons have
ever come to harm when they grew up, who id
their youth obeyed it."












UNCHARITABLE JUDGMENT.


CONVERSATION II.

Cast out the beam from thine own eye, then shalt
thou see clearly to cast the mote out of thy brother's
eye."

Mary's mother cheerfully gave her leave to go
home with Clara, the next day. She knew and
highly esteemed Mrs. Spaulding, and was very
glad that her daughter should be intimate with
her family.
Mrs. Spaulding greeted the girls with a smile
and a kind word; then said, "Mary, you began
last evening to make a remark about Emma
Woodbury. Will you tell me what you were
.joing to say?"
S" Certainly," replied Mary; I was going to
say that Emma scarcely ever asked the advice of
her mother, or her consent to do anything or go
anywhere; and I know a great many girls who
act in the same way."









"And I," added Clara, intended to say that
Jane Clifton's mother was one of those whom
you spoke of, as never conversing with children
in a rational and reasoning manner."
I guessed as much," said Mrs. Spaulding.
"I told you," she continued, "there was another
point upon which I wished to say a few words
to you." Can you think what it is ? "
"I cannot," said Mary. "Nor I either,"
said Clara; "certainly, I see no harm in the
words we uttered."
True," responded Mrs. Spaulding, there
was no harm. It was not the words you spoke,
but the tone in which they were spoken, that
attracted my attention; as if you were glad to
be able to point out somebody to whom the
reproof could be applied. This failing is a com-
mon one, and our Savior may have had it i
view, when he said to his followers, on thF
mount, Cast out the beam from thine own eye;
and then shalt thou see clearly to cast the mote
out of thy brother's eye.' My object now, my
dear children, is to caution you against a failing,


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OUR GIFT.







UNCHARITABLE JUDGMENT.


which is almost universal, namely, of seeing dis-
tinctly and reproving faults in others, while we
appear to be quite unconscious that we ourselves
are in the practice of the same or worse defects.
This blemish develops itself in a variety of
ways. The pastor preaches an excellent sermon,
wherein is contained some allusion to faults which
ought to be corrected. If the people had treas-
ured up in their hearts all his exhortations, they
would not have forgotten one which he has often
endeavored to impress upon their minds; I mean,
the duty of self-communion, self-examination;
and when he should have occasion to allude to
faults, they would, one and all, ask themselves,
'Am I guilty of this wrong ? Let me see; and
if I am, let me correct it in future.' Instead of
this, how frequently do we hear such expressions
s these : The remarks in the sermon this morn-
Bg applied to Mr. A or Mrs. B, very well, and
it is to be hoped they will see it, and profit by it.'
Now if such individuals, instead of trying to find
others who are guilty of the wrong indicated,
would only carefully look within themselves, ten
3


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OUR GIFT.


chances to one they would find that they deserved
the rebuke as much as any one else.
" Children insensibly contract the same bad habit
of looking very sharply for the faults of others,
never once thinking that they may have some,
which, if not precisely the same, may be even
worse. Thus if the pastor, superintendent, or
one of the teachers, addresses the Sabbath school,
calling the attention of the scholars generally to
any fault, each scholar ought to ask himself at
once, 'Is it I ?' and not look round complacently
and ask, Who can it be ?' or say, I guess the
speaker means to refer to Lilly A or Edgar B.' "
Well," said Mary, I must confess that I
have done this often, and without being conscious
of any wrong feelings; some how or other, I did
not consider that the reproof belonged to me; or
ever ask myself if I had committed the fault
which was exposed."
For this reason, I remarked," continued Mrs.
S., that children insensibly contract this habit
from their parents; and the defect extends to
physical as well as moral errors. Not long since,






UNCHARITABLE JUDGMENT.


I had an interesting conversation with Mr. R., a
well-known philanthropist and physiologist, who
is devoting his life to the alleviation of some of
the ills of human existence. He told me that, a
short time before, he delivered a lecture to pa-
rents cn the physical training of their children,
and pointed out the great mistakes which are
often made. On retiring, said he, I overheard
many remarks, but not one spoke as if I had ad-
dressed him. Every one could point to some one
else who might well profit by the lecture; but not
one would believe that I meant to say to each
individual present, as Nathan said unto David,
'Thou art the man.' "
"I am sure," observed Clara, "I never felt
the full force of this saying of our Savior be-
fore, although I have read it a hundred times.
I shall read the whole chapter again, carefully,
to-night."
"And so will I," added Mary.
"Do so, my children," said Mrs. S., and read
in the same careful spirit the whole Sermon
on the Mount, and all our Savior's teachings.


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OUR GIFT.


Many people, old and young, read the New Test-
ament because they are told to, without thinking
that there is an active, living principle in it, a
thought to be treasured up and carried out in
our daily lives, in almost every word the Master
uttered. Those who do read it in the true spirit,
find new pleasure and new instruction every time
they peruse it.
"And finally, to come back to our subject,
when you hear your schoolmates making un-
charitable remarks about others, use all your in-
fluence, especially by your own example, to make
them correct the habit. And when you hear a
sermon in church, or an address in the school,
where any faults are exposed, ask yourselves if
the rebuke applies to you; and if it does, set
about correcting the fault immediately. Do
this always. Cast the beam out of thine own eye,'
correct your own errors, then will you see clearly
to 'cast the mote out of thy brother's eye.' "
Mary returned home that evening well pleased
with the two conversations she had taken part in;
and better still, she and Clara profited by them.


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BOYS BECOME MEN.


I am happy to add, that their schoolmates are
gradually correcting many evil habits by the
good example of these two girls; and thus Mary
and Clara have the double satisfaction of improv-
ing their own conduct, and of being instrumental
in improving that of others.



BOYS BECOME MEN. If you were to be boys
always, and didn't need to know anything more
than just enough to enable you to enjoy your
sports from day to day, it would not be so ne-
cessary, perhaps, as it now is, to attend strictly
to your every-day studies; though the influences
of the Sunday school would be necessary, even
then. Boys cannot enjoy their sports together,
unless they are truthful, just, and kind; and it is
in the Sunday school that these graces are most
successfully acquired. But boys will become
men; and all the knowledge they can acquire in
boyhood will become serviceable in manhood.
Therefore, boys should be diligent.
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TO THE PORTRAIT OF FATHER BALLOU,

HANGING IN MURRAY HALL.

0, much-loved features Faithful counterpart
Of one we love, and cherish, and revere;
Thy gentle influence shed o'er every heart,
And be thy spirit ever present here.

Look from thy quiet resting-place on us,
With that familiar smile so dear to all,
Which ever seems to speak of happiness,
And every mourner would to hope recall.

Thro' childhood's sunny days and youth's bright morn,
Mid changes and mid sorrows, thou hast been
A light to guide, a hope to cheer and warm,
And to the heart bring joy and peace again.

And for thine honored form how fit the place,
Where childhood's ear instruction would receive;
Preside o'er all, lend all our efforts grace,
To learn God's love, and on his word believe.

Thy Master's faithful servant! Who, in love,
Took little children in his arms to bless;
While looking down from his bright home above,
Through thee diffusing peace and holiness;








TO THE PORTRAIT OF FATHER BALLOU. 31

May his pure spirit ever with us dwell,
Shedding o'er all our thoughts its heavenly ray;
Our hearts attune the song of praise to swell,
And o'er our darkness pour eternal day.

And when thou'rt left alone, to bear the name
Of him whose faithful emblem thou art made,
May thou through ages still endure the same,
Though all around thee shall decay and fade.

May his dear memory, which through thee shall live
Long in the places which his love has blest,
Shine as a beacon, life and light to give,
And hope at last in God's eternal rest.









SUSAN'S REPENTANCE AND APPEAL TO HER
ELDER SISTER.
I once knew two sisters, the only companions
of a widowed mother, who, though they had no
relatives and but very few friends, and should
therefore have been the more closely united in
heart, were in the habit oftener of harshly re-
buking and blaming, than of encouraging, assist-
ing, and comforting each other. I often won-
dered at this, as they both had many estimable
traits of character, and could only account for it,
not excuse it, by the fact, that they had been
much separated in early life, and, since their
reunion, had had to encounter many obstacles,
and bear the weight of many heavy disappoint-
ments. I confidently hoped and believed that
the good sense of one or both of them, would in
time lead them to see their error, and the sin of
thus fretting and irritating each other. Nor was
I disappointed. The younger, whose conscience
was the most sensitive, first made the discovery,
and immediately began trying to remedy the evil,







SUSAN'S REPENTANCE. 33


and to induce her sister to aid her in the en-
deavor. Imagining some of her thoughts and
feelings, I have put them in rhyme.

We have done wrong, dear sister; and I'm very sad
to-day:
For I have felt how far we've strayed from wisdom's
blessed way;
Have felt how much of angry strife hath dwelt within
our hearts, [departs.
And how, when that has entered in, Life's happiness

We have done wrong, dear sister; for we have not
patient been,
But answered often hasty words by hasty words again;
And when we should with gentle acts have soothed
each other's care, [bear.
We've made by cold indifference our lot more hard to

We have done wrong, dear sister; I remember how we've
grieved
Our widowed mother's anxious heart, so long of joy
bereaved;
O, were we loving, good, and kind, and all our murmur-
ings o'er, [face once more ?
Might not the smiles come back again and light her

I know our lot in life, thus far, hath not been smooth
and fair;







34 OUR GIFT.

That often much of toil and ill has fallen to our share;
But why, dear sister, why should we ourselves the load
increase ? [and peace ?
Why, by our jangling and our strife, shut out all joy

And more: we have offended God ; this day I feel and
know
We have forgotten his commands, and gained us nought
but woe.
0 join with me as, filled with grief, most earnestly I
pray,
That he will yet be merciful, and take our sin away.

"Love thou each other; "love all men; and love
shall make you free;
Thus said the Savior, Jesus; and let this our watch-
word be ;
Let us each other love ; and pray that gentle thoughts
may come, [home.
And gentle words and acts may make an Eden of our

Forgive me now, dear sister, all the anger I have shown,
And all my past unkindness, through the years already
flown;
I'll love thee faithfully and true, and lay all harshness
by;
To be my loving sister, then, wilt thou not also try ?










LITTLE EMMA.
One Saturday afternoon, little Emma came
into her mother's room, and said to her," Mother,
may I go with Abba to her Sunday school? She
says, they are all so happy there."
My child," said her mother, "why do you
wish to leave your own school and go to a strange
one ? "
"Because, mother, Abba has often told me
what a good school they have, and how much she
loves it."
Well, as you are very anxious to go, I will
grant your request this once, on condition that it
must never be repeated."
The next morning, this pleasant little girl was
up very early to make ready to go with her friend
to the new Sabbath school.
She was delighted with all she saw and heard;
and when the pastor took her by the hand, she
said to herself, I wish mother would permit me
.to come here every Sunday. I will ask her, at
any rate." After the school was dismissed, she







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went home, revolving in her mind what she should
say to obtain her mother's consent.
Her mother observed how thoughtful she ap-
peared, and said to her, Emma, how did you
like Abba's Sunday school ? "
Oh, mother I was so happy ; do let me go
there. They sing so sweetly, and the pastor was
so kind. He had an affectionate word for all.
Their superintendent, too, was so pleasant, I know
I should love him."
Her mother said to her, with a very sorrowful
countenance, Do you know, my child, that they
teach very erroneous doctrines there, in regard to
a future life ? They teach that all will be event-
ually holy and happy, both the good and the
bad."
"But, mother, I should think it would make
us all happy to believe so. The minister told us
that 'God is Love;' and that cannot be a bad
doctrine. I am sure I would much rather think
so, than that he would hate any of us, for you
have often told me that hatred was very wicked.
I cannot think that a good and wise being would







LITTLE EMMA.


do that which you have taught me is wrong.
Then they all seem to love each other dearly.
They are like a pleasant family of brothers and
sisters. Do let me go, will you not, dear mother ?
I should be so happy."
Her mother said many things to convince her
that it was not right to change her school. But
she was very unhappy, and said so often, Do
let me go," that her mother consented to gratify
her; thinking, perhaps, that she would soon tire
of it.
Sunday came, and Emma was nearly the first
one there; so anxious was she to be in season.
She entered the schoolroom with a bright and
happy face, and when the superintendent came to
her, she said, "I have come to join your Sabbath
school. Will you receive me ?"
To add to her joy, the superintendent gave
her a seat in the same class with her friend Abba,
who was a very kind and good little girl; and
she found a number of others in the class who
were very glad to see her there. One little girl
lent her a book to study, and when the teacher
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OUR GIFT.


gave her a lesson for the next Sabbath, she said,
" I have a lesson now. Fanny lent me her book,
and I have already learned a lesson from it."
This pleased her teacher very much; for she
thought that there were many little girls who
would have been very glad of such an excuse to
put off their lessons. Ever after, she was very
constant in her attendance, always had her les-
sons very perfect, and never stayed at home,
even if it chanced to be a rainy day; for she
would say, My teacher will be there; and I am
sure if she is there, I can go. Besides, I know
it will make her very happy to see me always in
my place."
In this way did this good little Emma continue
to go on, acquiring knowledge, and gaining the
love and good-will of all who knew her. She
was always happy and cheerful; kind to her pa-
rents, obliging to her brothers and sisters, ever
ready to assist the poor and destitute, having a
kind word and a happy smile for all. And this
she learned from that one great and ennobling
truth, that God is Love."













THE OLD SABBATH SCHOOLROOM.
A PARODY.
How dear to our hearts is that old Sabbath schoolroom,
Which each Sunday morning presents to our view;
The seats, the piano, the portrait that's near it,
And ev'ry loved thing which our memory knew.
Our dearly-loved pastor, his wife who comes with him,
Our Superintendent, and dear Mrs. G.,
The teachers, the pupils, and faithful Librarians,
We each Sabbath morning invariably see. [schoolroom,
That old Sabbath schoolroom, that dearly-loved
That blessed old schoolroom where all love to be.

That old Sabbath schoolroom we hail as a treasure;
For often, when weary and anxious with care,
We've found it the place of a heavenly pleasure
We seek for with ardor, but find not elsewhere.
How eager we enter, with hearts that are glowing,
And quick to our places, -we all know them well,-
And then with our song-books, and souls overflowing,
The anthem of praise we unitedly swell. [schoolroom,
That old Sabbath schoolroom, that dearly-loved
That blessed old schoolroom we all love so well.

Blest truth,-from our teachers with joy we receive it,-
That God is our Father, our Savior and Friend !
There's nought so alluring could tempt us to leave it,
Though fraught with all pleasures the fancy can lend.







40 OUR GIFT.

And when far removed to some distant location,
The tears of regret will intrusively swell,
As mem'ry reverts to our former vocation,
And longs for the schoolroom we all loved so well. [room,
That old Sabbath schoolroom, that dearly-loved school-
That blessed old schoolroom we all love so well.










THE HUNTER, AND HIS DOG JOWLER.
A FABLE.
A famous hunter in the woodland country had
a dog which was particularly fond of certain kinds
of game, but exceedingly averse to other kinds
of much better flavor. Now it happened that,
whenever the hunter wished to give chase to
moose or deer, Jowler was sure to scare up a
woodchuck, or some still filthier game, leaving
the deer to make good his escape.
Day after day thus passed away, leaving the
hunter's labors no suitable reward. It was in
vain that the hunter expostulated with his dog.
Neither threats nor blows were of any avail.
When the master would hunt one thing, the dog
was sure to be hunting something else.
At length, both master and dog seemed to tire
of their constant conflict, and to desire some ad-
justment, whereby each might accommodate his
own taste to some extent, and yet live in har-
mony with the other. With this view, a friendly
conference was held, in which Jowler appeared
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OUR GIFT.


so tenacious, that the hunter well-nigh despaired
of any adjustment whatever.
It was, however, finally agreed, that Jowler
should hunt game to his own taste five days in
the week, and devote the remaining hunting day
to such game as his master preferred. Jowler,
however, was careful to stipulate that, if he
chanced to find himself ill, or not in hunting
trim, on the sixth day, he should be consider-
ately dealt by, and not forced to go beyond his
strength.
The arrangements being fully made, a paper
was drawn up containing the articles of agree-
ment, and both Jowler and the hunter affixed
their names thereto. Jowler, no doubt, congrat-
ulated himself on having it all to his liking five
days out of six; while the hunter, perhaps, flat-
tered himself that the taste of venison one day
in the week, would so improve the standard of
Jowler's tastes, as to bend him, at length, alto-
gether to his own wishes.
. For a while, things seemed to promise well,
under the new arrangement. By and by, when


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THE HUNTER, AND HIS DOG JOWLER. 43

the day for hunting venison came round, Jowler
was sick, and told his master he could n't hunt
that day. So his master very considerately ex-
cused him, according to the terms of their agree-
ment.
It was not long, however, before Jowler re-
fused to hunt for another reason. He said, he
had followed his own game with such constancy
and alacrity for the five days, that he was too
much exhausted to hunt venison on the sixth
day. He must rest from any farther fatigue;
and claimed the continued indulgence of his
master, by virtue of their contract.
The hunter urged in vain that Jowler had vir-
tually violated the contract; for although it was
stipulated that he should not be compelled to the
chase to his personal detriment, yet it was im-
plied, of course, that he should use the same
precaution to be in hunting trim on the sixth
day, as he did to be so on the other five. While
the fact was, he purposely deprived himself of
rest during the five days, that he might be com-
pelled to employ the sixth as a day of rest, thus







OUR GIFT.


virtually appropriating the whole time to his own
service.
Jowler, however, pretended not to be con-
vinced of his wrong. Nor did his dishonesty
stop here. His master soon discovered that,
while he was pretending to be unable from his
excessive fatigue to hunt venison, he was really
continuing to hunt his own game, as on the other
five days.
Thus did he go on, his old loves gaining
strength day by day, and impelling him to a
total disregard of his contract in order to indulge
them, until his master would bear with him no
longer, but drove him from his door.
Having deprived himself of the care of so
good a master, he soon fell into still greater
irregularities; and a neighboring shepherd, sus-
pecting him of committing depredations upon
his flock, killed him, thus terminating his vicious
career.

MoRAL.-Excessive engagedness in worldly


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TAKE CARE OF YOUR BOOKS.


labors six days in the week, is no sufficient ex-
cuse for the neglect of public worship on the
seventh; and a vicious love, continually indulged,
is quite sure to root out even our good resolu-
tions.


TAKE CARE OF YOUR BOOKs.-Suppose you
loan a book to a friend, would you not consider
it his imperative duty to take the best of care of
it, as though it were his own, and return it in as
good condition as it was when taken ? Certainly
you would. Then the same duty devolves upon
you, as a member of the Sunday school. The
school lends you books, and expects you to
take good care of them, and return them early.
This is no trifling duty. If you have a right to
be negligent, every other scholar must have the
same right, and the Library would be speedily
ruined. Thus your negligence greatly wrongs
others. Therefore, children, take care of your
books.


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MY NIECE.

I know a darling little girl,
With silky, chestnut hair,
Which falls in many a dancing curl,
Around her shoulders fair.

Her eyes are very dark and soft,
And round their curtained bed,
I've seen the fairy smiles full oft
Their radiant beauty shed.

Her very tears are like the rain
Which falls in summer's hour;
Quick turned to glittering gems again,
As sun succeeds to shower.

This witching child is very small;
Her feeble, tiny hands,
Can scarcely tend the mammoth doll,
Which so much care demands.

Then, though her voice is very sweet,
She does but little more
Than simple childish songs repeat,
And prattle baby lore.








MY NIECE.


She cannot skip, for ah! she's lame;
One soft, white foot denies
Its aid, her body to sustain,
And weak and powerless lies.

Yet, strange to say, a crown she wears,
Which claims our homage mute;
And in her hand a sceptre bears,
Whose sway we ne'er dispute.

From whence doth come the wondrous power
She never fails to wield -
Making strong hearts and wills, each hour,
To her light wishes yield ?

If but a touch of grief appear
To veil that bright, pure face;
If sickness cast its shadows there,
Or pain its dark lines trace;

How anxious every means we take,
The ill to drive away!
And cheerfully, for her dear sake,
Would watch both night and day.

And when the light of coming health
Brightens that clear, dark eye,
What joy is ours priceless wealth,
Earth's gold can never buy.


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OUR GIFT.


She makes us cast aside our book,
Though filled with learning rare ;
To work is vain, when fun's arch look
Those beaming features wear.

Whence is this spell? I can but think
That, in sweet childhood's hour,
E'er yet the soul has learned to drink
From knowledge' fount of power;

Or felt what virtue is, or known
Life's sins, not yet begun;
Or seen how thick life's path is strown
With dangers it must shun;

A spirit pure doth come, to dwell
In these fresh-bursting minds,
Who weaves round them the powerful spell
Our hearts so firmly binds;

Our holier thoughts through them to wake;
Our earth-dimmed vision clear;
And through their purity, to make
All holy things more dear.

If so, where speeds that spirit, when
The soul has gathered strength--
The child, become with busy men,
A busy man at length ?


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MY NIECE.


Where has our childhood's spirit gone ?
How have we lost the charm,
Thus thrown around life's early morn,
Keeping us safe from harm ?

Ay! whither speeds it ? Rather say
Is it not always by,
Though, through the dust of life's noonday,
We may not see it nigh;

Nor when dark clouds of sin would veil
All glory from our sight;
And make both heart and hope to fail,
And brightness turn to night ?

But when, midst virtue's clearer air,
The eye no hindrance knows,
How radiant stands the angel there!
What holy gifts bestows !

My darling niece, whose form of grace
Has made these thoughts arise,
I'm sure this angel oft I trace
In those clear depths-thine eyes.

And bursting forth from my full heart,
My prayers to heaven ascend,
That earth's dark changes ne'er may part
Thee and thy angel friend.
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OUR GIFT.


That purity may always be
The medium, clear and bright,
Through which may ever shine on thee
Heaven's own unclouded light.



TEACHERS' LIBRARY.-The Teachers' Library
connected with the School street Universalist
Sunday school, was commenced in 1841, when
67 volumes were collected for that purpose.-
Great care has been taken in selecting volumes
for this library. At this time, 1850, it num-
bers 194 valuable books.


SCIOLARS' LIBRARY.-The foundation of the
Scholars' Library, connected with the School
street Universalist Sunday school, was laid in
the year 1835. The number of volumes, in 1840,
amounted to 400, of which 100 needed repair-
ing. Some 50 volumes were added during 1841.
Additions continued to be made from year to
year, till the spring of 1850, when the the num-
ber was increased to 700 volumes.











AGATHA.


Little Agatha was a Sabbath school scholar.
She lived in a rural district of Scotland. Her
father's dwelling was surrounded by trees and
flowers, and near by a little sparkling rivulet
wandered onward, now murmuring along by its
rocky bed and dancing over bright pebbles, and
now wending its way silently through the valley,
journeying onward to mingle with kindred waters.
Agatha loved to' roam through these shady
glens, and often would she stand upon the mar-
gin of the little stream, and, gazing down, fancy
that she saw a beautiful little angel in the pure
waters. She sometimes waited a long time,
hoping it might speak to her, little dreaming that
her sweet angel was but the reflection of her own
innocent face and golden ringlets from the mir-
rored surface. She loved the little brook, and
walked among the wild flowers upon its banks,
herself as pure and innocent as Spring's earliest
blossoms. She was never lonely in her rural







OUR GIFT.


bowers; for the brook, the birds, and the flowers,
ever spoke to her heart in tones of love.
But one day her teacher told her that wicked
spirits were ever flying about, trying to lead
away little children into their company, and
make them as wicked as themselves. This much
disquieted Agatha, for she had never learned
before that aught existed save innocence and
joy. At first, she feared to wander out alone,
into the "great temple of nature," as she was
wont, lest she should meet some of those ma-
licious beings. She dared not look into the pure
waters, fearing that, instead of the beautiful angel
which so often met her gaze, hideous forms might
rise and drag her away into their bad company.
But her heart was soon quieted again; for her
teacher also told her, that good beings come down
from the Spirit-land, to watch over little children,
and drive the wicked ones away. So Agatha no
longer feared to visit her favorite haunts, for she
besought the good spirits to be her guardians.
And when at night she retired to her little
couch, she prayed the kind angels to watch over


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AGATHA.


and protect her from evil spirits. And, her prayer
was answered, for none but good spirits ever vis-
ited the heart of Agatha. She was always punctu-
al at Sabbath school; and one day after looking
around in vain for one of her mates, she was
very much troubled to learn that she had been
led a long way off, by a company of evil spirits.
She longed to tear the unfortunate victim from
their grasp; but her teacher told her, that the
celestial beings alone could save her, and she
must pray to them.
So Agatha went home, and walked out among
the flowers, thinking the celestial spirits would
delight to linger in so pure a spot, and kneeling
amid a cluster of roses, she prayed them to fly
to the rescue of her misled companion. And
everywhere that Agatha thought pure enough
for the abode of the good spirits, would she go
and pray that her friend might be restored. At
night she would look up to the stars, and en-
treat the same good beings to come down from
their pure, bright dwellings, and lead back the
straying one. Her prayers were soon answered,
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OUR GIFT.


and when she next went to Sabbath school, she
was almost overjoyed to find her little friend at
her accustomed place. Little Mary (for she it
was who had been led away) seemed very hap-
py to get back again. She kissed her school-
mates, and said she would never leave them
more. But she told them a sad tale of Sin-land;
how the evil ones would not suffer her to sleep,
lest, in her slumbers, the good spirits might visit
her and take her away; that they would not
let her walk among the flowers, for good spirits
are there. And for a long time they watched her
very closely, and directed her steps in their path-
way.
But, at length, when she became faint and
weary, the ministering angels came to her assist-
ance, took her in their arms, and folding her
weary limbs in their white robes, bore her back
to her anxious companions. No one rejoiced
more than did Agatha, that the heavenly mes-
sengers had led Mary back.
Their teacher said that her school was a little
garden of flowers, which she was rearing for


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RESPONSIBILITY.


heaven. But Agatha was the most innocent
flower there, and ready to bloom in the garden
of paradise. The kind heavenly guides thought
her too pure for earth, and they would fain have
her companionship in their purer regions. So
they bore her away on wings of love to their
heavenly home.
May every Sabbath school scholar be, like
Agatha, led by celestial spirits.


RESPONSIBILITY.-That teacher alone, whose
eye is open to the immense value of religious in-
fluences, and who perceives the importance of
trifles in morals, can properly feel his great re-
sponsibility, or be qualified to guide the young in
the way of life.


DUTY or PARENTS.-Parents should see that
their children understand their lessons, and that
they commit them perfectly. They will thus
both aid and encourage the superintendent and
teachers.


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A SCHOLAR'S REMEMBRANCE OF THE PIC-NIC
OF 1850.

How bright, my dear mother, this sweet summer
Does everything round me appear; [morning,
The sun the tall steeples with gold is adorning,
And lights up the skies blue and clear.

All freshly around me the west wind is blowing;
And, mother, I smell the sweet hay [ing;
Which was left on the Common from yesterday's mow-
How I wish they'd not take it away.

I 'm sure 'tis too pleasant of school to be thinking,
Its tasks this bright day I should hate ;
Much better I'd like the fresh air to be drinking,
Than puzzle o'er book and o'er slate.

O if it were Pic-nic to-day, my dear mother,
How happy and gay I should be !
How joyful without any studies to pother,
Away in the woods to roam free.

I'm sorry 'tis over; how great was my pleasure
The whole of that beautiful day;
I jumped, and I danced, and I sung without measure,
But ah it so soon passed away.









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57


How well I remember the time of our starting!
How quick the large cars we did fill!
How screamed the shrill whistle, the signal for parting !
How we flew by town, river, and hill!

We reached the sweet grove which in stillness was
waiting,
Its numerous guests to receive;
We rested one moment, while we were debating
What wonder we first should achieve.

"Let us make some green wreaths let us gather wild
flowers! "
Said some; and they bounded away.
"Let us fill up with music and dancing the hours !"
Said others, more lively and gay.

And soon every part of the wild wood was ringing
With sounds full of mirth and of glee;
Some dizzily high in the free air were swinging,
While others climbed up the tall tree.

When called from our sports, to our dinner we hasted,
And sat on the green grassy ground ;
How keenly we relished each morsel we tasted,
While fanned by the soft air around.

Then came a loud summons, the signal for choosing
Our Queen by the mystical ring;
We crowned her with flowers: nor feared her abusing
The honors her station might bring.









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OUR GIFT


We sang some sweet school-songs, and then our loved
pastor,
With other dear friends who were there,
Told us kindly of Jesus, the Savior and Master;
Of God, and his fatherly care;

Who planted the trees that were waving around us,
And the wild flowers growing below; [us,
Who all our life long with rich blessings had crowned
And watched us where'er we might go.

Then, mother, I heard all around me a whispering,
And soon I found out what it meant; ['ning
When to hallow our Pic-nic, the sweet rite of christ-
Its soft, holy influence lent.

Forth from the glad circle, their sweet infants bringing,
Came parents, with mild, thoughtful mien; [ing !
What deep, tender thoughts in all bosoms were spring-
How solemn, how sacred the scene.

And I could not keep back the hot tears, my dear
mother,
Which came thick and fast to my eyes;
For those babes made me think of my own darling
brother,
Now gone to his home in the skies.

When this service was over, my playmates came round
And drew me away to the wood; [me.
No longer light-hearted and merry they found me,
For thoughtful and sad was my mood.









PIC-NIC OF 1850.


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So on the soft turf I sat silently thinking,
Of days when dear brother was by;
While slowly and surely the bright sun was sinking,
Far down in the clear western sky.

Ring, ring, went the bell; and then, 0, what a hustling !
All knew 'twas the signal to part;
What searching for bonnets and boxes what bustling !
All hurrying, eager to start.

We left ere the shadows of evening were dimming
The broad fields and woods all around; [ming
And with our swift steam-horse, again we went skim-
Through village, and meadow, and town.

We soon reached the city, and after the saying
Of cheerful Good night," to our friends,
We sought our own home without further delaying,
And the rest night to weariness sends.

'Twas a blest, happy day; and oft in my dreaming
That cool, shady grove do I see,
With its bright little spots where the sunlight lay
gleaming,
And all that was pleasant to me.

And much do I hope, when again, my dear mother,
The summer shall come with its flowers,
Our teachers will kindly allow us another
Such Pic-nic, mid Nature's green bowers.











RAIN DROPS.


0 mamma, how fast it rains! Do see those
bright and sparkling drops, as they fall so rapid-
ly on the green walks and beautiful flowers I
Just see how revived that little fainting flower
looks on the farther border. It was but yester-
day I thought it would die. It drooped its head
as if to avoid the rays of the scorching sun; but
now it is as fresh as any on my little bed. Who
was so kind, mamma, as to send this gentle
shower, purposely, as I should think, to save
my favorite flower? "
"' Favorite,' my child, did you say? I
thought you loved them all."
Oh, I do; but this one looked so sickly
and faint, and I have watched it so anxiously,
that it really seems dearer to me than all the
rest; just as when we are sick, mamma, you
watch us the more constantly, and love us the
more tenderly. But who did send the rain,
mamma? "
It was God, my child, who caused the gen-








OBEY TIE RULES.


tie showers, not only to cheer your heart, by
making the little flower revive, but to bless all
his children. Have you forgotten your little
verse, about God sending rain on the just, and
on the unjust ?' "
O no; I remember it well. I think he is
very kind to remember everybody. I am sure
I shall always love him."
I hope you always will. He is a lovable
being. He delights in those that are good, and
is always ready to cheer and bless them."



OBEY THE RULES.-A careful regard to all
the rules of a Sabbath school,-the rules touch-
ing the library, those concerning the time of
entrance, the general exercises, the demeanor of
the pupils and the recitations,-will greatly facil-
itate the business of the school, relieve the officers
and teachers of much of their labor, and make
the school itself beautiful for its order and har-
mony, and invaluable for its usefulness and
success.


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THE WAYS OF PROVIDENCE.


God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform ;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm."
We may understand by Providence the all-
providing care of God over his creatures. He is
our staff. Without his aid and support, we
should sink; all our efforts would be of no avail.
Without his sustaining power, we could not
endure the cares and troubles attending this life.
He cares for us in the broad day, urging us to
resist temptation. He watches us by night,
that no harm shall befall us. Mighty was the
power of our Savior at the marriage feast, when
he turned water into wine, and many were the
miracles he performed during his stay in this
world, in healing the sick, the lame, and the
blind. The ways of God appear mysterious to
us, because we cannot understand his motives.
We know that all he does is right, and for our
good; therefore we should not indulge a mur-








PREPARATION FOR DEATH.


during spirit at anything that may happen to us.
It is our duty, as we cannot understand His
manifold ways, and all-wise purposes, to study
deeply the Holy Scriptures, and be willing to
be taught by those wiser and better informed
than ourselves. We should confidently rely in
God's wisdom and knowledge, which are so much
greater than ours; yielding all things to him;
looking forward to that bright and happier world,
where there is no sorrow, and striving to make
ourselves worthy of his love, which is un-
bounded.


PHILANTHROPY.-He is the wisest philanthro-
pist who employs his energies and resources in
the promotion of virtue.


PREPARATION FOR DEATII.-He who is prepar-
ed to live, is prepared to die. And he who thinks
and feels aright, is prepared for both.


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TO ALBERTA.

And thou art gone, Alberta,
No sound shall wake thee now;
The dreamless sleep thou sleepest,
Death's shadow on thy brow.

Like a bright summer flower.
Borne by rude winds away,
Whose odors yet shall linger,
Though the fair form decay,-

So, long thy spirit, wafted
In fragrance back to earth,
Shall bloom in memory's bowers,
Mid plants of heavenly birth.

We tune our harps to sadness,
And songs of sorrow sing,
And to the Father's altar,
A mournful tribute bring.

No more thou strowest flowers
Of sunshine o'er our path;
Thy song forever silent,
Thy voice is hushed in death.









TO ALBERTA.


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Yet not for thee we sorrow,
Thy sorrows all are o'er ;
Thine earthly journey ended,
Thou'st reached that happy shore,

Where spirits blest are waiting,
To welcome thee above;
There evermore to lead thee
In realms of peace and love.

And hand in hand with angels,
Around God's throne to stand,
Warbling sweet anthems ever,
Amid that heavenly band.

Farewell! we would not wake thee,
'T were vain to wish thee here;
A Father's arms receive thee,
Sleep on, nor danger fear.

Rise and in Jesus' kingdom
Thy blissful station take;
A Father's house is open,
To life immortal wake !

OBT. Alberta Richardson, aged 8 years and 4 mos.;
a beloved member of the 2nd Universalist Sabbath
school.


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THE DISCONTENTED SQUIRREL.


A FABLE.

In a wood, pleasantly situated in the southern
part of there lived a squirrel. One day,
as it was viewing the departure of some migra-
tory birds from its neighborhood, it could not
prevent the escape of a deep sigh, accompanied
with the exclamation, "0 dear! I wish some
hind fairy would make me a bird. I could then
soar to a great height, or dart swiftly through the
air. Even if I were a little fish, to play about
in the water, I should be much better satisfied
than in living here all my life, and having
nothing to do but gather nuts and acorns."
At that moment, a fairy, who was near, hav-
ing heard the soliloquy of the discontented squir-
rel, immediately complied with its wish, and
changed it into a beautiful bird. This amazed
the poor squirrel very much, and when it at-
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THE DISCONTENTED SQUIRREL.


by its customary chatter, its scream ended in a
song.
The squirrel now thought its happiness was
complete, and it concluded to make use of its
wings by a visit to some distant land. It had
not gone far before a storm arose, and it was
obliged to take shelter in a tree. It now began
to wish it was in its snug little nest with its for-
mer companions.
The storm was soon over, and our bird again
started on its journey. But just then a hungry
hawk, who had watched it for a long time,
pounced upon it. Fortunately, the fairy, who
was near, seeing the bird was sufficiently pun-
ished for its folly, took compassion on it, changed
it into a squirrel again, and placed it safely in its
own tree. The squirrel was ever afterward con-
tented.

MORAL.-Every one should be contented with
his lot; for every station in life has its own ills.


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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


This Society, which has exerted an influence in
the Universalist denomination second to that of
no other, was incorporated December 13, 1816.
The meeting for organization was held at the
Green Dragon tavern, on the evening of January
25, 1817. Major John Brazer was chosen the first
Moderator. The Standing Committee consisted
of John Brazer, Dr. David Townsend, Edmund
Wright, Daniel E. Powars, Lemuel Packard, Jr.,
Levi Melcher, and John W. Trull, who were
directed to ascertain where a suitable lot of land
could be procured on which to erect a house of
worship. After examining several lots, the one
was selected on which the church now stands,
in School street, and it was accordingly bought
about the first of May following.
The original means for building the church,
was a subscription for shares of one hundred
dollars each; one hundred and thirty-nine shares
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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


ber, after a lapse of nearly a third of a century,
the following are still spared to us, as willing
supporters of the Society and cause to which they
devoted the meridian of their days, to wit:
William Barry, Daniel E. Powars, Wins-
low Wright, Joseph Badger, Caleb Wright,
John W. Trull, Samuel Hichborn, and Job
Turner.
On Monday, May 19, 1817, the corner-stone
was laid, and within it was deposited a silver
plate, the gift of Dr. David Townsend, with this
inscription: "The Second Universal Church,
devoted to the Worship of the true God: Jesus
Christ being the chief Corner Stone. lMay 19,
1817." The building of the house was carried
forward with energy, and on the 25th of August
the Chairman of the Committee was directed to
address a letter to Rev. IIosea Ballou, asking
him if it would meet his approbation to be con-
sidered a candidate for the office of pastor.
The house having been completed, it was
voted to dedicate the same on Wednesday, Oc-
tober 15, 1817. The Rev. Thomas Jones was


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invited to preach the sermon, and Revs.
Edward Turner, Hosea Ballon, and Paul Dean,
to conduct the other services as might be
mutually agreeable to them. In consequence,
however, of the Cattle Show at Brighton taking
place on that day, it was afterwards thought ex-
pedient to postpone the Dedication until the suc-
ceeding day.
On the day following the Dedication, the So-
ciety met for the purpose of selecting a pastor;
and the Standing Committee were instructed, by
a unanimous vote, to invite the Rev. Hosea Bal-
lou to that office, at a weekly salary of twenty-
five dollars. This vote was communicated to
him in an appropriate letter from the Chairman
of the Committee, to which the following reply
was received :

BosTON, Oct. 24, 1817.
SIR,--The call of the Second Universalist So-
ciety in Boston, inviting me to the labors of the
Christian Ministry with them, together with the
liberal terms which accompany said invitation,


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has been duly considered. And after weighing
all the circumstances relative to the subject,
so far as my limited mind could comprehend
them, I have come to the conclusion that it is my
duty to accept their call on the conditions therein
stated. I largely participate the "peculiar plea-
sure" afforded by the consideration of the una-
nimity of the Society, and entertain an humble
hope that, with the continuance of this harmony,
we may long continue to enjoy all spiritual bless-
ings in Christ Jesus.
The Society's most humble servant in Christ,
HOSEA BALLOU.
To John Brazer, Esq.

He was publicly installed on Christmas day,
December 25, 1817. Sermon, from John xx.
24, and the Fellowship of the Churches, were
given by Rev. Paul Dean ; Installing Prayer and
Charge by Rev. Edward Turner, and the Con-
cluding Prayer by Rev. Joshua Flagg.
At the annual meeting in May, 1818, the
thanks of the Society were presented to Lemuel


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OUR GIFT.


Packard, Jr., Esq., for his generous donation of
a chandelier for the use of the church. The clock
now in the church was the gift of John Brazer,
Esq., probably during the time of the building
of the church.
In the summer of 1822, Mr. Ballou received
an invitation to become the pastor of the Second
Universalist Society in Philadelphia, at a larger
salary than he was then receiving. In a letter
to his Society, Mr. B. states, that they are under
no engagement to him beyond the term of six
months; and that, his salary being barely suffi-
cient to support his family, he felt bound to lay
the invitation of the Philadelphia Society before
them for their assistance, in any decision he might
make in regard to it. The Society was accord-
ingly called together, and by a unanimous vote
his salary was raised to thirty dollars a week.
This vote being communicated to him, he inform-
ed them in reply that the salary voted him was
fully and abundantly satisfactory to him, and
that he accepted it with pleasure.
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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


vestry in the attic story of the church, and the
following year, 1837, the interior of the church
was altered by a new pulpit, ceiling, introduction
of gas, painting, &c., at an expense of nearly
five thousand dollars. And in the year 1840, the
Society purchased the organ now in the church.
During the first years of the existence of the
Society, the singing was considered of a superior
order; and it may be interesting to some of the
younger members of the Society to know that, in
1833, the Standing Committee approved of the
selection, by the choir, of Miss Charlotte Cush-
man, as the leading female singer. Mr. Wm.
Barry, one of the original proprietors, and at pres-
ent one of the oldest men of the congregation,
conducted this part of public worship for several
years.
In 1840, the subject of an associate pastor was
first brought forward; and, in 1841, commenced
those unfortunate difficulties in regard to it, which
continued with little interruption until the fall of
1845, when the proprietors were called together
to act upon a proposition to sell the meeting-house,


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and wind up the affairs of the Society. This
proposition was, however, rejected, by a decisive
vote of more than two to one, out of one hundred
votes cast. During this period, the pulpit was
supplied one half the time by Father Ballou, and
the other half by Rev. T. C. Adam, from May,
1842, to May, 1843; by Rev. H. B. Soule,
from May, 1844, to May, 1845; and the other
two years by the Standing Committee.
That portion of the Society who voted against
the proposition to sell, had, early in that year,
taken counsel together in regard to the future
prosperity of the Society. Father Ballou ex-
pressed a willingness to be relieved from* all
active duties as pastor of the Society, other than
those he might choose to perform as senior pas-
tor, and also to relinquish his salary if the Soci-
ety felt that with their whole means they would
be able to secure the services of one who would
again unite them together. Accordingly, Septem-
ber 28, 1845, the proprietors were called to-
gether, and his proposition was accepted. They
also unanimously invited the Rev. E. H. Chapin


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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


to become junior pastor, at a yearly salary of two
thousand dollars; and on the 8th of November
the following acceptance of their call was received
by the committee through whom the invitation
was tendered.

CHARLESTOWN, Nov. 8, 1845.
Brethren: -
The invitation to become associate pastor of
your Society, which you have extended to me, is
hereby accepted. Preliminaries relative to the
time when I can assume my connection with you
must be the subject of future communications.
And that God may bless this decision to your
good, to mine, and to his glory,-is the prayer of
Yours, Fraternally,
E. H. CHAPIN.
To the Committee.

Br. Chapin was installed January 28, 1846.
The sermon was preached by Father Ballou,
from 1 Peter iv, 10 and 11. Rev. Messrs.
Cook, Hichborn, Streeter, H. Ballou 2d, Skin-
ner, Fay, and Cleverly, took part in the services.


75







OUR GIFT.


At the annual meeting in May, 1846, a com-
mittee was appointed to express to Rev. Hosea
Ballou the feelings of high regard unanimously
cherished towards him by the Society, in consid-
eration of his long and valuable services as their
pastor; and to assure him that their prayers for
his welfare were still with him in his relations as
senior pastor of the Society. To this, the follow-
ing reply was received by the committee.

BOSTON, MAY 25, 1846.
MESSRS. BENAJAH BRIGHAM,
JOSEPH LINCOLN, AND BELA BEAL,
Brethren -
After having enjoyed so many years of pasto-
ral connection with the Second Universalist So-
ciety in this city, and having served the same so
long a time with constant solicitude for their
spiritual prosperity and with a consciousness of
my many imperfections, I find that words are in-
sufficient to express the satisfaction I feel on the
reception of the unanimous vote of the Society
expressive of their approbation of my services,
as pastor, and their prayers for my happiness in


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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


my present position as senior. You will, breth-
ren, accept my thanks for the acceptable manner
in which you have communicated the vote of the
Society to me, and assure the Society of my fer-
vent prayer for their spiritual prosperity under
their junior pastor.
In the bonds of the Gospel,
HOSEA BALLOU.
At the annual meeting in 1847, the Standing
Committee were directed to invite Father Ballon
to sit for his portrait, and that the same, when
finished, be placed in Murray Hall. This work
was successfully executed, and Father Ballou
expressed himself highly complimented by the
action of the Society in regard to it.

Early in 1848, the Society were called together
to act upon the following letter from Brother
Chapin.
BOSTON, FEB. 5, 1848.
Brethren: -
After, as I trust, deliberate and proper con-
sideration, I have concluded to take up my con-
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OUR GIFT.


nection with your Society, and accept of the in-
vitation from New York. I might extend this
letter to great length and yet not express the
feelings with which I do this act. I can only
say that I do so with the utmost kindness and
with deep gratitude, and shall always cherish,
with unalloyed satisfaction, the harmonious sea-
son we have passed together. I invoke God's
blessing upon the Society you represent, and to
you personally tender the warmest sentiments of
personal regard.
Fraternally yours,
E. H. CHAPIN.
To the Standing Committee.


At the same meeting, February 20, 1848,
Rev. A. A. Miner was invited to become the
junior pastor of the Society, at the same salary
which had been paid Brother Chapin, and on the
15th of March, the committee received the fol-
lowing letter, accepting the invitation.


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SCHOOL STREET SOCIETY.


LOWELL, MARCH 15, 1848.
Brethren: -
The invitation which I received at your hands,
to become associate pastor of the Second Society
of Universalists in Boston, has been duly con-
sidered, and is hereby accepted. Although this
decision seemed compatible with my duty, it has
not been arrived at without a severe trial, both
on account of the existing ties it will sever, and
of my conscious unfitness for so responsible a
station. Trusting, however, in Him who is
always able to help us,
I remain,
Yours in the Gospel,
A. A. MINER.
To the Committee.

On the last Sunday in April, Brother Chapin
preached his farewell sermon from the text,
"And now, brethren, I commend you to God,
and to the word of his grace, which is able to
build you up, and to give you an inheritance
among them which are sanctified." Acts xx. 32.


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OUR GIFT.


Brother Miner was installed May 31. Sermon,
by Mr. Chapin, from John x. 10. The other ex-
ercises were performed by Rev. Messrs. Dennis,
Mott, Ballon, H. Ballou 2d, Fay, Streeter, and
Cook.
Under the ministry of Brother Chapin, the
Society was united and prosperous; and under
the present ministry of Brother Miner, that
union and prosperity are unabated. May the
favor of God grant them a long continuance.



THE EXAMPLE OF THE BEE.-The little bee,
by instinct alone, is taught the necessity of faith-
ful labor. In the summer, it collects honey from
every flower, that it may have a supply of food
for the approaching winter, when the flowers have
all faded. But children have reason, instead of
instinct, to guide them; and should be industri-
ous in childhood and youth, in gathering the
sweets of knowledge and virtue for spiritual
sustenance in the winter of life.













THE MORNING WALK.


Children, in the early morning,
When the sun's first rosy ray,
Bright'ning on the distant hill-top,
Gilds the~tall spire o'er the way,
Raise the heavy, sleepy eyelid,
Welcome cheerfully the light;
Nature's time for rest and slumber
Passes with the hours of night.

While the air is freshest, purest,
And the city seems at rest,
Rise, and while the eye beams clearest,
Roam with me, an out-door guest.
And abroad we 'll gayly wander,
Till the hour for breakfast calls;
Passing through those streets that lead us
To our lofty State House halls.

Enter now our glorious Common !
On its beauty gaze awhile !
As the glowing sunshine greets it,
See the face of Nature smile! "
On the broad, smooth walks tread freely,
Sentinelled by stately trees,
Whose green leafy boughs o'erarching,
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OUR GIFT.


Casting, too, at brightest mid-day,
O'er these paths a pleasant shade;
Blessings on our City Fathers,
Who this wise provision made.
Here, just opposite the fountain,
On this block of granite rest;
While with eye and ear attentive,
Admiration is expressed.

See the living spray-drops leaping,
Crowned with dancing diamond light;
Midway hangs the bright-hued rainbow I
Is it not a dazzling sight ?
And in what a gay confusion
Do the waters meet below!
Now compare this stone-paved basin
With the "frog-pond," years ago!

Rustling leaves, and murmuring fountain,
Fill with melody the air,
Blending with the wild birds' singing, -
Such sweet sounds can banish care.
Notice, how the grass is laden,
Thickly gemmed with sparkling dew,
Which at eve so gently falleth,
Thus its verdure to renew.

Viewing these fair works of Nature,
With the art of man combined,
Are our thoughts not tending upward
To the Author of mankind ?


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Yes, with grateful hearts we thank Him,
For our lives so truly blest;
Asking strength to meet time's changes,
Faith to think them for the best.

We must learn-life's varied lessons,
Their deep meaning must unfold;
Sad or merry, they will yield us
More true wealth than mines of gold !
Hark the breakfast bell is calling !
Hasten to your homes away!
Let us hope to meet here often,
Welcoming the early day.



TRUE SATISFACTION.-TO the faithful teacher,
there is no greater pleasure than is afforded on
each returning Sunday, by his labors with his
class. Wielding Christian truth in the full ex-
ercise of human affections, he moulds the young
heart as with a hand divine.


PUNCTUALITY.-One of the beauties of the
Sabbath school is the punctuality of its scholars
and teachers.











FEMALE EDUCATION.


In ancient days female education was almost
entirely neglected, and woman's intellectual
powers were left to slumber. Her mind was a
barren waste, exhibiting no rich, luxuriant ver-
dure, diversified only by a few outward accom-
plishments, which served to please the fancy of
the stronger sex. The Spartan woman, distin-
guished for her sternness of character and war-
like disposition, looked with shame upon a son
who could return from battle unless victorious,
ever teaching him, from his earliest infancy," to
conquer, or to die on the battle-field." All the
gentle and amiable qualities of the heart were
repressed in their growth; and, while Sparta
offered to her sons the rich boon of intellectual
culture, her daughters were thought unworthy
of the gift.
And Athens, that great and mighty city, ex-
ercising a most powerful influence over the civil-
ized world, distinguished for her legislators, her







FEMALE EDUCATION.


philosophers, and her historians, what was the
condition of woman there ? The slave, rather
than the companion of man, she knew not that,
were the storehouse of knowledge opened for
her, sle could come forward and stand on an
equality with the "proud lord of creation! "
Rome, too, the metropolis of the world, denied
to woman her proper station in society, not
dreaming of the hidden gems of thought which
lay undiscovered beneath the thick incrustations
of ignorance and superstition.
But now, all the precious gifts which learn-
ing can bestow are justly extended to her also;
and man, with his increase of knowledge, has
wisely learned to respect the mental abilities
with which God has endowed her; has found
that she may, like himself, ascend the steep hill
of science, enjoy its pleasures, cull its sweetest
flowers, and drink of the pure and living waters
from the inexhaustible fountains of knowledge.
And what has caused this change ? The
bright star which appeared to the wise men of
the East," eighteen hundred years ago, herald-
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ing a Savior's birth, foretold also woman's re.
lease from the thraldom which had bound her.
It was to her a star of promise, telling her that
the strong chains of ignorance and superstition
which bound her, should be broken asunler by
the gentle influences of the religion of the lowly
Jesus. It is Christianity which has raised her
from the degradation which was once hers, and
induced man to acknowledge her equality with
him.
Education exalts and refines the mind of wo-
man, and enables her to contribute to the hap-
piness of those around her. It is that which
renders her the dutiful and obedient daughter,
the kind and affectionate sister, the trusting and
loving companion, and the fond and tender pa-
rent. The old adage, woman must be igno-
rant in order to be useful," has been long thrown
aside among the rubbish of the past, and re-
membered only as a relic of the superstitions
of other days. Home, with its duties, is wo-
man's sphere of action; and, to fulfil properly
those duties, she must be educated; she must


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FEMALE EDUCATION.


not be kept in intellectual bondage, but must be
fully awakened to the responsibilities of her
station. It is she who watches over our infancy,
guides our childhood, presents to our infant
minds the rudiments of knowledge, and cheers
us in our progress by showing us the honors
which attend those who acquire true wisdom,
and therefore must her mind be early taught to
comprehend the duties which devolve upon her.
A broad field is that of Education; and while
she strives to make acquisitions in the various
branches of knowledge, let her not forget that
better education of the mind and heart. Talent,
without virtue to guide, is like a ship without
sails or rudder, exposed to the wild winds
of the storm on the broad expanse of the
ocean. What sadder spectacle can there be,
than to behold a mind employing its talents and
its learning in endeavoring to lead its fellow-
beings away from the paths of rectitude, disre-
garding the laws of God and man, and refusing
to acknowledge the Source that gave it birth ?
From such an example we turn with sorrow and
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disgust, and gladly look to those good and noble
ones who have adorned their sex. The names
of Hannah More, Maria Edgeworth, Felicia
Hemans, Letitia Landon, Harriet Martineau,
and a host of others, show what woman can
do when properly educated; for they are equally
distinguished in private, for their amiable and
domestic qualities, as in public for their high in-
tellectual attainments. Let woman follow their
example, never failing to embrace all opportu-
nities presented to her for moral and intellectual
improvement.



ONE FAMILY.-We are all brothers and sisters
of one great family, and should always treat
each other as such. If you suffer provocation,
let the remembrance that it is a brother who has
injured you, prevent retaliation, and secure for
him-entire forgiveness. He who can forgive in-
juries, puts himself beyond the reach of harm,
and secures a peace of soul more valuable than
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SUMMER THOUGHTS.
A FABLE.
I suppose most of the readers of this little
volume have been in the country the past sum-
mer. As you beheld the green grass, the fine
spreading trees, and the beautiful flowers that
sprang up in your pathway, perhaps the feeling
came over you that you could be far happier in
the country than in the city. We are very apt
to suppose that change of place will produce a
more delightful state of feeling; forgetting that
in a little time we should become familiar with
all these objects, and then we return again to our
former selves.
Precisely so it is with children in the country.
They come to this busy city, and eagerly gaze at
the varied shows which attract the eye, and
would prefer to exchange situations with you ;
but by and by they become wearied with sight-
seeing, and the home they have left rises before
them as a pleasanter abode than any other dwell-
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ing, however rich or elegant. Thus they learn
to be happy at home; and this is a most valuable
attainment.
But, in order to be permanently happy, we
must have something to do. There are other
lessons to be learned besides those we commit
in the schoolroom. The whole world, indeed, is
a school, and we are daily committing our
tasks. These teachings are preparations for our
future happiness.
You have all noticed the growth of a tree.
At first, only a little twig springs out of the
ground. And so with the flower. You deposit
only a tiny seed; but in a little time a shoot
springs up, and by natural but slow processes the
twig becomes a large shady tree, and the shoot
a beautiful blooming flower. Though they grow
very slowly, yet they never rest. Day and night
the hidden processes are going on which help to
promote their growth. Just so it is with the minds
of children. They are daily acquiring those
habits which will eventually make the whole sum
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quisite how they form these characters; that they
may spring up in fair proportions, making their
possessors worthy members of society.
I will illustrate this by a fable, which occurred
to me as I walked over the beautiful garden of a
friend, with whom I spent a few weeks the past
summer. We will suppose, for our present pur-
pose, that the flowers have an articulate voice.
A stately dahlia grew in a cultivated garden.
There were many of the same species of flowers,
but no other had the peculiar variegated tints of
this particular one. Every one, in passing by it,
was attracted by its beauty. It seemed as if
vain of flattery, although we know it had no ears
to hear, for every day it seemed to increase in
size and beauty. With its lofty head, it gained
a supremacy above all its neighbors, and the
heavy shower and furious wind failed to soil its
petals or bend its graceful form.
Away off in the farther corner of the garden,
under a hedge, bloomed a simple white clover.
It was entirely unheeded by the multitude, al-
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air, which made the invalid stop to inhale it. In
its modesty it bloomed, in its lowly bed it sought
no observation, and was passed by as a simple
white clover. By and by the mower's scythe pass-
ed that way and levelled it among common grasses.
It was gathered in the general mass of hay, and
became a part of the sustenance of the master's
cattle.
The dahlia was plucked by the horticulturist,
and placed in a glass receptacle, among kindred
flowers, where it was gazed at for a time; then
it faded and was thrown among common rubbish.
During their lifetime we will suppose them to
have conversed together.
I," said the dahlia, am queen of this gar-
den. I attract every eye that passes ; while you,
little clover, are hidden by the tall grass, and
liable to be crushed at any moment."
Well," replied the clover, "let it be so now;
but look at our final end. You will be placed
in a glass, plucked from your native stem, where
you will wither and die as a worthless thing;
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reached my maturity, and then a thousand tiny
seeds will I strow around me; so that, another sea-
son, I shall bloom all about the hedges, and my
usefulness will be appreciated. And pray where
will you then be ?" The dahlia blushed, and
hung its head for shame.
Here, children, is a fable designed to illustrate
pride and humility. Which appears the most
beautiful, because the most useful? I know you
will prefer humility to pride. If so, you must
remember that the peculiar traits you now culti-
vate are forming within you the one or the other.
By a thousand little kind acts, you can diffuse
happiness in your homes; and all the while you
are disseminating these virtues, you are acquiring
those lasting graces, in yourselves, which will
spring up, like the violet and sweet clover, leav-
ing a fragrance and beauty wherever you have
trodden.


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A TALK WITH THE CHILDREN.
Dear children, although I am almost a
stranger among you, yet I feel a true interest in
your welfare. It gives me great pleasure when
I enter the Sabbath school to meet your happy
countenances and smiling faces. Children, you
do not assemble together for the purpose of pass-
ing an hour that perhaps might pass unpleasant-
ly elsewhere. It is for a higher and nobler
purpose. It is to gain useful and religious in-
struction from the Bible, the best of all books.
You should not be content with learning and re-
citing your lessons, but you should try to re-
member what you learn. And when you grow
up to be men and women, you will never regret
it. It is in the Bible that we are taught to love
God, and all mankind.
When we enter the Sabbath school, may we
learn to say, To-day is the Sabbath day, ever
blessed and beautiful; welcome to its holy and
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day of sweet repose, and sweeter meditation.
Spring is sometimes compared to childhood. In
spring, when the brooks fall gurgling down the
mountain side, when the earth begins to be
covered with its verdant robes, when the birds
are joyfully singing around, the trees gently
waving in the breeze, and all is gay and glad-
some, we sometimes wish that it could always be
spring. So in youth, we sometimes wish we
could always be young; but it cannot be. But
as each season in its turn, spring, summer, au-
tumn, and even winter, clothed in its robes of
snow, has its own pleasures, so each season of
life is wisely invested of God, with its own pe-
culiar joys.
Though it is now spring-time, it will soon be
autumn with you, when you must impart that
useful knowledge you will have gained in spring
and summer. Now is the time for you to store
up that knowledge. If our childhood and youth
are rightly employed, age will compare no more
unfavorably, as regards its joys, with youth and
middle age, than does winter with spring. En-


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deavor, then, to acquire that useful knowledge that
will teach you so to live that you may set a good
example to all around you. Children, thisbeauti-
ful world we live in was made for you. It is filled
with beauty, and when we look around upon it, our
hearts within us say, how great and good is our
God! How wonderful are all of his works I
The beautiful in nature is all the production
of his power. He spoke this world into being,
and decorated it with sun, moon, and stars.
Beauty and loveliness are stamped upon every-
thing that he has made. But no scene in the
outward world transcends in loveliness the Sab-
bath school, where the young come to receive
Christian instruction. And now, dear children,
make this wise resolution; to love your Sabbath
school, your parents and teachers, all the world,
and especially your heavenly Father, better than
you ever have before; and you will be better
and happier children.


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UNCLE JIMMY.


It was Saturday afternoon. The boys were
enjoying their sports, when one of them espied
Uncle Jimmy coming towards them. Look,
boys," said he, "Uncle Jimmy is coming. We
will ask him to stop and tell us some stories."
Now Uncle Jimmy was a very aged man,
bowed down with years, and so feeble that he
could not walk without the aid of his cane.
When the weather was mild, he used to take
short walks, and the children were always happy
to see him. They all claimed the privilege of
calling him Uncle. One little boy ran forward
to assist him, and led him to a seat beneath a
shady tree. Ball and hoop were soon forgotten,
as they eagerly pressed round the old man, to
show him their respect; for he always had a
word for each of them.
Do not let me interrupt your sports, boys;
I am fond of seeing you at your plays. I had
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once as many playmates as yourselves, and en-
joyed them as well."
The little boy who assisted him to his seat,
replied, We had rather hear you talk to us, if
you please, sir; for we have not seen you for so
long a time."
"True, true, I have been housed up, and it is
rare, nowadays, that I walk so far as this.
I'm glad to see you all so well and happy. If
you wish to keep so, be always temperate, and
do not neglect your duties. Whenever con-
science whispers to you, 'I have done my duty,'
you will enjoy the sports allowed you.
"I have now in my mind the memory of an
old friend. It is indeed pleasant to think of
him. He was remarkable for his industry, even
when very young; yet at play he was as merry
as the merriest of us. His mind and his heart
were in it. He became a very superior scholar.
Some of you may think that it was because he
had superior talents, that he thus excelled in
scholarship. It is true, he had rare talents; but
by his industry he made every talent ten talents;


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