Lessons out of school


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Lessons out of school : for boys and girls
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MANY years have passed since I went to
school; yet well do I remember my old
lesson books. Inside or outside they were
not very attractive in appearance. Among
them were Carpenter's Spelling, Murray's
Grammar, and Walker's Arithmetic.
Since the days of my youth I have been
often taught without the aid of the printed
page. I have learned through the ears as
well as the eyes. Boys and girls have
been my teachers. In their conduct I have
found lessons, which I have got by heart.
Some of these I intend to give in this
book, for the benefit of some young friends
of mine, who I hope will be the wiser and
better for them.





jFS Iesas n nn elf-denial.

.: i , AURA sat in the pleasant parlour
'di 0of her home by her mother's
side, busily at work on a
"r air of slippers, which she was
-'- embroidering as a birthday pre-
sent for her father. The day was
not far distant, and every moment
that could be spared from school and study
was devoted to the slippers that they might
be done in time; for to have them finished
a day too late, she thought, would spoil the
pleasure of giving them. Just at this moment
her work dropped into her lap, and her hands
fell idly upon it, while her eyes were fixed

6 Lessons Out of School.
intently upon the little coal fire which, though
it was spring, still burned in the grate. Her
mother watched her a few moments in silence,
and then knowing Laura's anxiety, said plea-
santly, "Don't be discouraged, daughter; the
slippers will be done in time if you are not
Laura started and smiled as she replied,
"Oh, it was not that, mamma; but I was
thinking about Maggie Leigh. We were
going past the confectioner's to-day, and I
asked her to go in with me and buy some
candy, and she said that she was not going to
eat any candy till next month. I asked her
why, and she said it was an act of self-denial;
and she asked me what I was going to do,
and I said I didn't know: but, mamma, what
is there I could do for self-denial? You
know the Bible says we must deny ourselves."
"I should be very glad to have you practise
self-denial, my dear," replied her mother;
"and I do not think you will have to search
far for ways of doing so. Our daily lives
afford a great many more than we are apt to
take advantage of; but what would you like
to do, Laura ?"
"Why, mother, if I had something very

A Lesson on Self-denial. 7
plain and clear-some one thing, it would
seem like doing so much more than just the
things that come along in our lives."
"But it is just those things that God
means as tests for self denial, my child,"
answered her mother; "and it will not do to
pass by the work which He gives us, to pick
out something which we think we should
like better. God sets before us the two ways
of pleasing Him or pleasing ourselves; and
when these two things come in conflict, then
is the time for self-denial. Suppose you take
to-morrow, and watch for such opportunities,
and if you do not find at least one cross, then
perhaps it may be time to make one for your-
self; but depend upon it, the self-denials
which come to us are far more real than those
which we make for ourselves."
The next day was Saturday, and Laura's first
thought on awaking was what a nice time she
should have to work on her slippers. She also
questioned what there could be in the course
of the day in which she could deny herself.
Soon after breakfast, she had settled her-
self comfortably at work, and the slippers were
progressing finely, when a gentle but feeble
voice was heard calling, "Laura I"

8 Lessons Out- of School.
" What, grandma ?" answered Laura, in
just that tone of voice which shows that the
speaker does not wish to be disturbed. The
voice, which was that of Laura's blind grand-
mother, proceeded-
"It seems so warm and pleasant, that
grandma thinks she would like to walk a
little, and call on old Mrs. Williams; could
you take me, dear ?"
Laura knew her grandmother walked very
slowly, and that her calls were apt to be long;
and with the thought of her slippers, and the
few days that remained to her, she answered
rather fretfully, "Why, yes, I suppose I can,
but then I do so wish to finish my slippers,
grandma; could not you take Willie ?"
"Willie has gone fishing," replied the old
lady; "but never mind, my dear, if you are
busy; I dare say I can go some other time."
Laura was just preparing to go on with her
work, when she met her mother's eyes fixed
upon her with a look which called the quick
blush to her cheek in a moment. "Oh,
mother," she stammered, "I remember, but
I did not expect that it would be such a thing
as this I should have to do. But I can go, of
course," she went on, rather dismally; "only

A Lesson on Self-denial. 9
I am sure I do not see how my slippers are
to get finished." And she rose as she spoke
to go.
"'The Lord loveth a cheerful giver,' Laura,"
said her mother, gravely.
Laura went to her grandmother with a little
cloud upon her brow: self-denial was harder
than she had expected. But she struggled
against her temper, and went with her aged
grandmother. The sun shone so brightly, the
old lady seemed so pleased and gratified, and
the walk seemed to do her so much good,
that Laura found that there was a pleasure
in it after all, and really enjoyed it herself.
Laura came back, and sat down happily to
her work again, and by the time dinner was
ready she found both hands and eyes quite
tired, and she had made such progress that
she resolved-to put it up for a while, and
amuse herself in some other way. Her father
had just got a new album. She now re-
membered it, and had just begun to examine
with great pleasure the portraits, when a note
was handed in at the front door from one of
her young friends, saying she was ill, and
asking Laura to take her class in the sewing-
school that afternoon.

10 Lessons Out of School.
Laura was already tired of sewing that day;
like most young girls, she did not like plain
sewing, and a sewing-school is certainly a
school of patience. Then she thought of the
pretty album. But Laura remembered the
lesson of the morning; she was really desirous
of doing right, and after a little struggle with
herself, she sent an answer that she would
"Well, my daughter," said her mother that
night, as she stopped in Laura's room on her
way to her own, "you have not found it neces-
sary to search very far for occasions for self-
denial to-day, have you ?"
"No, indeed, mamma," answered Laura;
"the difficulty was, that when they came I
was so unwilling to meet them. I found it
much harder than I thought."
It is not easy for any of us," replied her
mother; "but it becomes easier by habit, like
everything else, and if you pray for the grace
of the Holy Spirit to help you, you will not
ask in vain. Great opportunities for the
exercise of this grace are not often given; it
is the little daily acts of giving up of self that
help to form the character and make it Christ-
like; and we may be sure that we shall never

A Lesson on Self-denial. 11

be without these occasions. But how many
of us, professing to be God's, shrink from the
daily discipline! how many, turning from
the self-denying act He presents to us, choose
one for ourselves Take our Lord Jesus Christ
for an example. He who was over all, God
blessed for ever,' when on the earth, was ever
denying Himself, that He might do good to
all kinds of people. He 'went about doing
good;' and then, as the crowning act of all,
He submitted to the shameful death of the
cross, gave up His life for us, that we through
faith in Him might receive forgiveness of sin
and a crown of life I"

As a little weaned child,
Holy Saviour, may I be,
Humble, self-denying, mild,
Altogether like to Thee.



J.E father X esson on 1jelf- nial,

HAT fun the boys of Mr. Henderson's
school were having that Wednesday
afternoon! It was snowing fast, and the cold
wind blew keenly on the playground, but not
a single boy out of the four or five-and.twenty
there felt it.
The school was divided into two sides, each
commanded by a captain, and there was a
great battle to be fought between them, the
weapons being snowballs, of which there were
two huge piles ready for each army to load
and reload. Even Mr. Henderson himself was
watching the game with interest, and the
under-masters were taking part in it on either
At one of the upper windows of the house
you might have seen a little boy looking on.

Another Lesson on Self-denial. 13
Sometimes, as one of his own special friends
dealt a particularly clever blow, his pale face
brightened up with interest; but mostly he
looks sad and dull, and now and then tears
come into his eyes, but he brushes them
away, for he would not let any of his school-
fellows see him "crying like a girl for any-
thing," as he says to himself.
That-is little Hugh Evans, one of the young-
est boys in the school. For weeks he has
been looking forward to this snowball fight,
fixed to take place the first possible Wednesday
afternoon; and now, instead of taking part in
it, he can only look on from the window of
Mrs. Henderson's dressing-room, for he has
been ill in bed, and now is not strong enough
to go down to the school-room. There is a
bright fire burning in the grate, and a sofa
drawn close to it, where Hugh lies a great
part of the day; books and puzzles are on
the table, and Mrs. Henderson herself sits
with him for hours at a time, trying to amuse
and please him. But just now the poor little
boy's heart is in the playground amongst the
boys, and he thinks it very hard to be shut
up there while all the others are enjoying

14 Lessons Out of School.
Some of his friends look up at him now
and then; but one amongst them, at the sight
of the little lonely pale face, is half inclined
to make a great sacrifice: the snowballs are
very tempting, and just now the fun is at its
height; but suppose he were to give it up
and go in to Hugh, would not the little fellow
be happier if some one was watching the
sport with him? He takes another look at
the window, and that seems to decide him;
with one parting throw at the enemy he
makes his way to Mr. Henderson.
"Please, sir, may I go in ?"
"Go in! why, Ellis, what's the matter-
tired out, eh ?"
"No, sir, I'm not tired; but I thought I
would sit with little Hugh a bit now."
"Oh, very well," said his master; "it's a
kind thought, my boy; but remember the
rule-those that go in, stay in: so no more
snowballing for you to-day if you do."
All right, sir, thank you;" and in another
minute Arthur Ellis is half way up the stairs.
As the door of the dressing-room opened,
Hugh did not turn his head; he thought it
was only Mrs. Henderson or one of the ser-
vants, and besides he knew there were tears

Another Lesson on Self-denial. 15
in his eyes just then, and he did not want
to look at any one.
"Well, Hugh, I do believe that Dawson's
side will win after all; but our fellows have
fought bravely for all that," said Arthur, in
his cheerful voice.
Have you left off, Arthur ?" said the little
boy, turning round, surprised at the unex-
pected voice.
"Yes, I have come in now, Hugh; so I
thought we could both look on from this win-
dow, and Mr. Henderson said I might come."
Oh, Arthur, you have given up your game
to be with me, I know you have, it's just like
you; none of the other fellows would have
done it," said Hugh, making room at the
window, and dragging Arthur down to a seat
by his side; and there they sat watching until
victory was declared on "Dawson's side," and
the whole troop of conquerors and conquered
came on laughing and talking together to
prepare for tea.
Arthur Ellis was one of the elder boys in
the school, and not one-great or small-was
liked so well as he. Many a boy was more
full of tricks and mischief, many had more
cakes and parcels of good things from home;

16 Lessons Out of School.
but for all that, had you asked any one of the
boys who was their favourite schoolfellow, I
think not one but would have told you,
Arthur Ellis. When he first came to Mr.
Henderson's the boys had laughed at him
because he would never do what he knew to
be wrong, and they had called him a saint,"
because he constantly read his Bible-his
mother's gift when he said good-bye to her;
but when they found that, laugh as they
might, it never made a bit of difference, and
that in spite of their teasing and jeering
Arthur was ready to do any one a kindness,
they began to like and respect him, and as
they knew him more so was he more and
more beloved. If ever a boy was in trouble
or disgrace, Arthur Ellis would be his friend;
if there was a punishment to be begged off,
or a holiday to be asked for, Arthur was the
boy selected to do it; and besides this, no one
amongst them was more ready for a game or a
better hand at it either,-so you will not
wonder that he was a favourite in the school,
from the master down to the youngest boy:
Just as the boys came in from the play-
ground that afternoon, Mrs. Henderson met
them in the hall on her way up to little Hugh.

Another Lesson on Self-denial. 17
Calling her aside, Mr. Henderson suggested
that she should reward Arthur for his self-
denial and kindness by inviting him to have
tea with Hugh, which would give pleasure
to both. So when she came upstairs, and
Arthur rose from his seat by Hugh to go
down to the school-room, she asked him to
stay and have tea with her and Hugh.
It was a special treat amongst the boys to
have tea with Mrs. Henderson; indeed when
one of them was ill the rest were almost ready
to envy the invalid all the attention he had,
and the many nice things that would be found
to coax him to eat and to make him well.
So Arthur's face was very bright as he thanked
her, and said he should very much like to
stay, and Hugh gave her a grateful squeeze
with his little hot hands.
How merry they were, the bright fire light-
ing up the best tea-things, and shining
brightly on Arthur's rosy cheeks and Hugh's
delicate little face as they sat close together;
and how Arthur enjoyed Mrs. Henderson's
tea and thin bread-and-butter, to say nothing
of the cake-all so different from the school-
room fare downstairs. Even little Hugh
seemed to 'be so much better for having a
C 2

18 Lessons Out of School.
companion, that Mrs. Henderson said she
should have to invite a visitor to tea every
evening until he was well. Afterwards, just
for one half-hour, Arthur stayed and read to
Hugh out of one of the books lying there;
and when the time was up and Hugh, saying
good-night, whispered, "It has been such a
happy afternoon," do you not think Arthur
felt repaid for any slight sacrifice he had made,
and went downstairs with a brighter face and
a happier heart than even had he played out
his game in the playground ?
As he entered the school-room one of them
called out, "You are a stupid to lose your fun
and your half-holiday in sitting upstairs with
that little sick fellow;" but Arthur smiled and
said nothing. He felt that to him it was not
a loss, he was all the happier, knowing he
had helped to make one afternoon pass more
quickly and pleasantly to his school-fellow.
Little kindnesses, little acts of love and self-
denial, are never lost. Slight they may be,
unnoticed perhaps by those around, but they
are seen and remembered with approval by
Him who has said, "Inasmuch as ye have
done it unto one of the least of these My
brethren, ye have done it unto Me."



jl Iiesson on [ndustr;

WAS seated one evening in the chimney
corner at the old farm-house, and see-
ing my nephew and niece ready for a story,
I thus began:
When I was a boy, I learned a lesson about
industry, which I have found of some use to
me in life. My mother was a poor widow,
and had very bad health. She had long
worked for me; and it was time, as I was
getting a big lad, that I should do something
to help her. It is a shame, you know, for a
strong and hearty boy to see a sick mother in
want of bread, while he stands idle.
One day, as I stood at the door of the
cottage, my kind old schoolmaster passed that
way. As soon as he saw me, he stopped, and
in his usual kind way said, "Do you not

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think, Job, that if God had meant that we
should live without work, he would have
given us everything to our hand, without any
labour of our own ?"
When he had thus spoken he passed on. It
was clear that he had some object in these
words. I suppose he had seen that I was not
so fond of work as I should have been, and he
wished to give me a hint on the subject.
After the schoolmaster had gone up the
lane, I stood looking at the birds; and they
were busy enough. Some of the little war-
blers were picking bits of wool from the thorn
bushes, which had stuck there as the sheep
rubbed against them when feeding. Others
carried small pieces of sticks or straws. I ran
after them as they flew into the thickets, and
found them busy in making their nests. Now
and then they stopped to raise a sweet song,
and then went on again with their work.
I now turned my eyes on my own long
arms and strong hands, with their curious
joints, so that I could take up things, and
carry them about; and I said to myself, if
these birds are so clever with their little feet
and beaks, and work so merrily, I am sure
that I ought not to be idle.

A Lesson on Industry. 21

Just at that moment I saw some little ants
on the ground. Two or three were pulling
with all their might some food into their
hole under the roots of an old birch tree.
This put me in mind of the text I had learned
at school: "Go to the ant, thou sluggard;
consider her ways, and be wise."1
In another moment I was looking at the
beehive in my mother's garden. The bees
flew in and out, and up and down the
meadow on the other side of the way; and it
was as if they sang a song with their wings,
buzz, buzz, busy; buzz, buzz, busy. I had
heard my mother say, that in a family of
working bees, if any are idle, they are turned
out of doors. She also had told me how much
pains the bees take to get enough sweet juice
out of the flowers to make a drop of honey as
big as a pin's head; and yet they toil on till
a large hive is quite full.
While I was watching the bees, the old
schoolmaster came along the road again; and
seeing me near to the hive, he said, "Well,
what do you think of the busy bees? You
see how they improve the 'shining hour.'
They will lay in a store of honey which will
1 Prov. vi. 6.

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serve them for food when dull and rainy days
shall come. I think, John, they give a lesson
to us both; do they not?"
The schoolmaster then went on to say,
"Do not forget to be busy with your books.
Some books are like a whole garden of sweets.
If you get all the good out of them that you
can, you will get wisdom and knowledge.
"Be busy at your work. What you have
to do, do it, and as quickly as you can do it
well. If you have half an hour's work, do it
in half an hour. If a boy is to thrive by his
trade, he must attend to it. But if he means
to go through the world ashamed to show his
face, why then he may be idle. 'Seest thou
a man diligent in business? he shall stand
before kings." But 'He that is slothful in
his work is brother to him that is a great
waster.' 2
But while you are busy with your books
and at your work, do not forget to be busy in
the best of things. Many a man will labour
hard for this world, and yet be an idler in
regard to the better world. 'Seek first the
kingdom of God.' You may labour for the
riches of the earth, and never gain them; but
1 Prov. xxii. 29. 2 Prov. xviii. 9.

A Lesson on Industry. 23

if you seek for the 'true riches' through
faith in Jesus Christ, and asking for His sake,
you are sure to find them. I hope you will
rely on Him as your Saviour, and that by
the grace of the blessed Spirit you will live
a holy life here, and then dwell for ever in
The pious old schoolmaster then went up
the village street; and the next day I en-
gaged myself to Farmer Brown as a plough-
boy. Many years have passed since then, but
the lesson I was taught was not lost upon me,
and I now teach it you that it may do you
good, as it has done to me.



Y Ojs sot on th, in i(j

F there were any mischief going on, we
find Tim Sharp was one of the fore-
most. On coming out of school he snatched
the cap of Willy Smith, a little orphan boy,
from his head, and tossed it in the air, cry-
ing, "Now, boys, for a bit of fun !" He cared
not for the feelings nor the good of others.
To promote his own pleasures, and to advance
his own gains at the sacrifice of everybody,
were his chief concern.
The next thing on this fine spring morning,
we find him standing by his father's shop-
door, throwing some marbles up in the air
and catching them as they fell. His eye
looked sharp and keen, and nothing escaped
his hasty glance. He was one of those boys
who cannot be idle, but whose minds are

A Lesson on the Sin of Cheating. 25

always at work to find employment for them-
selves in some way or other. He soon caught
sight of another boy, some three years younger
than himself, who came skipping along,
whistling as he ran.
"I say, Bill, have a game at marbles ?" he
The boy agreed, and the two were soon
deeply engrossed in "castle."
"I wish I had enough marbles to play at
this with my brother," said the younger boy.
" Father gave me two or three the other
day, but they are too few for a game."
"How many have you ? show them me,"
said the other; and the child produced two
from his pocket.
His companion's quick eye saw at once
that they were "blood alleys," while his
own were only stonesys" and he imme-
diately thought he should like them for him-
I'll tell you what," he said, coming close
up to the little boy, and taking the marbles
in his hand, as you want some so much, and
I dare say father will give me more if I ask
The game castle" requires five marbles.
SEight stones are equal to one blood alley.

26 Lessons Out of School.
him, I will make you a present of four of
mine; and as it would be better to have
them all alike, I will give you two more
for those you have. What do you say to
that, Bill ?"
"Oh, thank you," said the little boy; and
he eagerly seized the offered treasures, which
he ran off with to show his brother, thinking
all the time how generous his playmate had
Great was his astonishment, when he told
his father what he had done, to hear that he
had been cheated out of more than half what
he ought to have got. But he was a kind
little boy, so he thought to himself, Well,
Tim Sharp didn't know it more than I, or he
wouldn't have done it."
Tim Sharp went home well pleased with
his bargain, and sat down to eat his dinner,
but his hands were constantly in his pockets
feeling his new marbles. At last he took them
out and looked at them. You may feel pretty
sure a little voice whispered in his ear then,
"You did not come by those marbles ho-
nestly;" but Tim either did not hear or
would not listen; had he done so, the voice
would have gone on to say, '( Take back the

A Lesson on the Sin of Cheating. 27
marbles, own your fault, and restore them
As it was, he was rather disposed to think
he had done a clever thing, though I believe
the thought did cross him as to whether it
was really clever or knavish.
This was a very critical time in Tim's life;
he had begun, young as he was, to love
cheating; but he was not hardened yet. I
even think, had he been treated wisely, he
might have turned out well after all. Not
that I mean to excuse his conduct, for Tim
knew quite well what was right and wrong,
and he chose the wrong way for himself; but
those children who have parents kind and
wise enough to correct and warn them ought
to be very thankful.
But to return to our story. Tim's father
caught sight of the marbles in his son's hand,
and saw that they were different to those he
had given him, so he inquired where he had
got them.
"Oh !" said Tim, getting rather red, "I
was playing with a little fellow who had these
marbles, and he was stupid enough not to
know that his were worth eight times as
much as mine, so I exchanged his for two

28 Lessons Out of School.
of 'mine, and gave him four besides. He
thought I was very generous," he added,
"Well done you," said his father, patting
him on the back; "you're a sharp one.
That is the way to get on in the world,
Could his father have looked forward, and
seen what we shall see by-and-bye, perhaps
he would not have said what he did; at all
events, we will hope not. But Tim went to
rest that night quite elated with himself, and
determined now to follow the course he had
commenced, so encouraged was he by his
father's words. As he lay awake on his bed
he was thinking how he could again best
make something for himself at the expense
of other people. He had not learnt to do to
others as he would have them do to him,
or he could not have encouraged such
thoughts; and had he known his Bible
well, he might have remembered that it
was written there of the wicked, that they
work a deceitful work, and that treasures
of wickedness profit nothing. But Tim had
not read his Bible. People never seek guidance
and direction there for projects such as his,

A Lesson on the Sin of Cheating. 29
Are there any of our young readers quite
shocked at the conduct of this bad, deceitful
boy ? Let them look well to themselves, lest
they, too, be led into acting in a way not
perfectly honest, upright, and just. But
there may be some who think it somewhat
harsh to call his conduct by such names as
these. You may think he had a right to
exchange with the little boy as much to
his advantage as possible, provided he did
not take the marbles by force. But he had
no such right. He had no more right to take
the marbles as he did than to steal them, and
it was equally dishonest.
Now let us point out to you all the faults
Tim was guilty of in his dealings with this
little boy. In the first place, he was covetous.
He wanted the child's marbles because they
were better than his own. He encouraged
the thought, and became dishonest, for he did
not give half the value of what he took, know-
ing that his companion was ignorant of it.
And, lastly, he was deceitful, for he tried to
make the little boy think he was very gene-
rous to him, while all the time he was very
Thus, you see, he was covetous, dishonest,

30 Lessons Out of School.
and deceitful. Do not look lightly at these
faults, for, if unheeded, they will lead to fear-
ful sins; and many a convict in prison will
tell you that, were it not for these, he would
never have been there.

We will pass over several years, and look at
another scene. Two men were standing in
front of a butcher's shop, earnestly talking
together; one was about fifty years of age,
and the other not much over twenty. The
latter was flushed and eager. The subject
seemed one of the deepest interest to him;
his appearance was pleasing, and his clothes
were respectable though well worn; but his
sunken cheek and wan expression seemed to
denote anxiety and want; and, in truth, he
was no stranger to either. His companion
looked hard, cool, and calculating; he had
watched with penetrating eyes the countenance
of the younger man as he openly and eagerly
told his tale. It was this:
He had enlisted and served in the Crimean
war. He got-badly wounded in the hand, and
was obliged to leave the service. Had he
consented to have his hand cut off, he might
have secured a small pension for life; but he

A Lesson on the Sin of Cheating. 31
did not do so, and now, though his hand was
quite well, and fit for all ordinary purposes,
he found himself cast upon the world without
the means of supporting himself, his wife and
child; for, young as he was, he was married.
Fortunately for him, a kind and liberal lady
interested herself in him. She, with the help
of a few others, to whom she made known his
case, collected a sufficient sum to set him up
in a small business.
To be at all successful, it was quite neces-
sary that he should possess a pony; and after
the other expenses he was obliged to incur
were paid, he had just five pounds left for
this purpose.
It was on this last important business-the
buying of a horse-that the two men before
us were engaged. The name of the younger
man was Craig; that of the other, Sharp,
Tim Sharp-the same Tim Sharp we have
read of before, only now grown into a middle-
aged man. He had not grown any wiser or
better though, as we shall see. He occasion-
ally dealt in horses; he had one to dispose of
at this present time. It was a pretty little
horse to look at, and it went well; but it had
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looking quite healthy to those who did not
understand it, very often laid the animal up
for weeks together, and it could never be
cured. Tim Sharp had been heard to say
that he would sell it any day for three
pounds. But as he was listening to Craig's
story, a wicked thought came into his mind,
and when it was ended, he said to him:
"Well, old fellow, I am willing to do you
a service, for I have known you from a child,
and your father before you. I have just such
a horse as you want, and might have sold it
the other day for eight pounds, but I thought
I would keep it and get more for it a few
months hence; however, for old acquaintance
sake, and to help a friend, if you fancy the
pony, you shall have it for five pounds, and
a better one you couldn't get."
The pony was visited, approved, and
bought. Craig heartily thanked his kind
friend (as he thought), and blessed him -in
his heart.
For a month the pony did his work well,
and every one admired his handsome appear-
ance; but at the end of that time the disease
began to show itself again, and, to Craig's
dismay, when he took it to the veterinary

A Lesson on the Sin of Cheating. 33
surgeon, was told that he would never get
veil of it all his life.
The poor fellow was obliged to sell the pony
for less than half what he gave for it, and his
prospects were clouded.
Tim Sharp was exulting all this time over
his unholy gains. But the triumphing of the
wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite
is but for a moment.

A few more years have again passed by,
and within the walls of a county prison, con-
fined in a narrow cell, sat a man, old in years
and old in crime. The solitude was almost
more than he could bear, for a voice within
him that would not be hushed, spoke only
of a life of wickedness and a future of
I said he was solitary, but he had one com-
panion. On a little shelf in the prisoner's
cell lay a prison Bible. Oh, what a blessed
companion that Bible might have been; what
a light in the darkness, what liberty for the
captive; but it lay unheeded there, and when
its truths were kindly forced upon the old man
in the daily visits of the chaplain, he listened
impatiently and turned disdainfully away.
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34 Lessons Out of School.
I need not tell how one bad action led to
another, and how at last his sin had found
him out, and Tim Sharp was carried away in
a prison van a ruined and convicted man.
I need not follow him through all his
downward course; suffice it to say, such was
his end.

Children, learn from these true incidents
to check the least feeling of dishonesty or
cheating, whether it be in your work or your
play; you know not what it may lead to, for
little beginnings have great endings.




ET a good object before you, begin it
well, and keep to it till it is attained.
Such is the advice which Uncle John gives
to you.
Fred Fickle was a boy who did not attend
to these words. When he was eight years old,
he made up his mind to begin the new year
with spending a penny of his pocket-money
in the purchase of a magazine, which he would
take in regularly every month. The Child's
Companion was the magazine of his choice.
The first number took his fancy greatly: its
stories in prose and verse, its Scripture ques-
tions and enigmas, its piece of music and
attractive pictures, all combined to convince
'him that he could not do better than lay out
part of his monthly pocket-money in the pur-

36 Lessons Out of Scltool.
chase of a pennyworth of reading. His eldest
sister, who knew his changeable mind, said to
him, It is all very proper, but how long will
it last ?" All went on well during the months
of winter; in the fine days of spring he began
to hesitate, and in the month of July he
dropped his little periodical. When cherries
came in, magazines went out.
Charley Changer had taken a great fancy
to learn music. His cousin was a good player
on the flute, and Charley began with great
zeal to learn, the same instrument; for, as he
said, his cousin and he could play duets. As
he did not get on so well as he expected, in
a few weeks' time he gave up the flute for a
violin, which his grandfather had given to
him; and three months afterwards he changed
his violin for a French horn. If the squeaking
and scratching of a learner on the violin was
annoying, the blasts of the horn were still
more disturbing. How long will it last,
Master Charley ?" said the housemaid; "you
begin well enough, but you do not persevere."
It need hardly be said that he never made
any hand of music, and in a short time gave
it up for cricketing.
Lucy Linger was one of those who start

A Lesson on Perseverance. 37
well. She had just begun to learn French,
and had made up her mind to take her
grammar upstairs at night, that she might
study her lessons early, before she came down
in the morning. All went on rightly for a
month; she then began to slacken in her
resolution, and in a short time gave up the
French grammar for a foolish fairy tale.
Fanny Fickle was the cousin of Fred. Her
father had marked off a piece of the garden,
which she was to call her own plot: This was
what she had long wished. About the same
time her aunt gave her a canary bird. All
went on smoothly for a time; but the novelty
of both passed away. The garden plot was
neglected, there were more weeds than
flowers in it, and the standard-rose withered
for want of water. It was much the same
with the canary. It was petted and well-cared
for, till at length it lost its power to please,
and one morning it was found starved to
death at the bottom of the cage.
If we have to lament over the want of
perseverance in the affairs of this world, it is
more to be deplored when.we see the same
Sbad habit in the concerns of the soul. Young
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twenty years of age, had a serious attack of
fever. When laid on his bed he had a Bible
always at his side. He was glad then to have
the prayers of his pious friends, and seemed
quite penitent for his sins. He said that if his
life were spared, he would in the time to come
lead a very useful and godly life. His father
told him not to rely on his own strength,
but to seek for the grace of the Holy Spirit,
without which nothing is strong or lasting.
Then he pointed him to Jesus, and read to
him such texts as these: "Come unto Me, ahl
ye that labour, and are heavy laden, and I
will give you rest." "He is able to save to
the uttermost all that come unto God by
Him." "Through His name, whosoever be-
lieveth in Him shall receive remission of sin."
Oh, how gladly didi Randal listen to these
blessed words It appeared now as if he
were fairly on his way to heaven. But, con-
trary to the fears of his friends, the fever
abated, and in a few weeks he was well again,
and attending to the duties of the farm. How
long will it last, Randal? When he went to
market, some of his old companions laughed
at him, and said that his long, serious face
was frightful to behold. At first they called

A Lesson on Perseverance. 39

him mocking names, and then they coaxed
him to go again with them in the ways of the
world and of sin. After a feeble resistance,
he gradually gave way; and now Randal
seems farther off from heaven than ever.
"No man, having put his hand to the plough,
and looking back, is fit for the kingdom of

If you would have success,
Your labours to attend,
This mutto on your heart impress--
"Continue to the end."
But always watch and pray,
And God His grace will send,
That by His Spirit's help you may
"Continue to the end."




.. steosson on tIlmptation;

HE store-room was nearly dark, for it
was a winter afternoon, and it never
was very light, because it had such a little
window. But, dim as it was, a pair of blue
eyes, which were peeping cautiously around,
could find the glass dishes full of sweets
which Mrs. Gibson had arranged so tastefully,
ready to entertain her friends with in the
evening. There were figs, almonds, and
raisins, oranges, nuts, and I cannot tell what
beside; but little Jeannie Gibson knew, for
she had seen her mamma place them on a
shelf in the store-room.
There were visitors coming to tea, and
Jeannie had been dressed in her best winter
frock and bright coloured sash, and now

A Lesson on Temptation. 41
mamma had gone upstairs to prepare herself
to receive her guests.
Jeannie scarcely knew what to do when
left to herself. She had nobody to talk to,
and the candles were not lighted. What a
pity it was that she did not try to think
about some of the good lessons she had been
taught, instead of turning her thoughts to all
the nice things which were in the glass
dishes on the shelf in the dim store-
room !
What a quantity of almonds I do like
almonds; I wish I had a few. And what
large figs, and great thin-skinned oranges !"
And Jeannie wished she had lots of money
to buy as many sweets as she liked, and
thought how she should buy them in large
parcels, as her mamma did, when she grew up
to be a woman. Most little girls have such
thoughts as these at times.
Jeannie was near the drawing-room door as
she thus pictured to herself what she would
do at some time, and she opened it to listen
whether her mamma was on the stairs. No;
there was not a sound, nor any light. Mamma
was not ready yet.
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temptation in the little girl's ear; for you
know the hymn tells that-
Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do.
And Jeannie was only too willing to listen to
the voice which seemed to say, "The store-
room is very near; it is dark; no one will
see; and if you take a fig, or a few almonds,
they will never be missed."
So the little figure crept softly along the
passage; slowly at first, as though doubtful
whether to go forward or return; then quickly,
as in haste to complete what Jeannie had
resolved to do. Her hand was on the knob;
she looked this way and that, but all was
still, and she forgot that God could see her.
She forgot all except that she should like
some sweets, and that her mamma was in
her bedroom, and not likely to find out
the sin which her little daughter was com-
mitting at that moment. She forgot that
more than once before she had promised
never again to take anything without her
mother's leave, and that a broken promise
is a lie.
I am afraid there are many children beside
Jeannie who think lightly of making a pro-

A Lesson on Temptation. 43
mise. Some say, "I will never do so again,"
in order to escape punishment, and obtain
forgiveness; and then, the dread once past,
they think of their promise no more, and for-
get that for those idly-spoken words they will
have to give an account at the day of judg-
ment. A promise should never be lightly
given. We should first think whether it will
be right to make it; then, having promised,
we should watch over ourselves, and pray for
God's help to enable us to keep our pledge,
lest, being tempted, we fall again into our old
fault, and act a lie.
Jeannie quickly reached and opened the
store-room door, for it was not locked. Mrs.
Gibson believed and trusted her little daugh-
ter, hoping that the very confidence placed in
Jeannie would make her ashamed to betray
it. She did not then see, but God did, the
greedy little hands carefully gathering up the
almonds, and pocketing a fig from one dish,
and an orange from another.
But all at once Jeannie's hand came in
contact with something soft and cold; she
could not tell what it was. A very little
matter is sufficient to startle the guilty. She
snatched her hand away in haste; a crash


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followed; and, trembling with terror, she
scarcely durst move from the spot. Nor had
she time. A light shone in the passage
almost instantly, and Mrs. Gibson approached
her little daughter, who stood with downcast
eyes, dreading to meet her mother's face.
Mrs. Gibson looked into the store-room,
and there, upon the floor, lay the fragments
of a handsome glass dish, on which a large
mould of jelly had been placed; and it was
that, soft and cold, which had frightened the
little robber.
Oh, mamma," said Jeannie, "I am so sorry
I have broken your beautiful dish. I never
did break anything worth so much before."
"Yes, indeed you have," replied her mother;
"you have broken what was much more
precious-your word. I cannot, it is true,
put those broken fragments together again,
but I can obtain another dish to supply the
place of the one you have destroyed. But
oh, Jeannie, no power can repair a broken
promise, put truth in the place of a falsehood,
or blot out the remembrance that my little
girl had stolen here in the dim twilight to
rob her mother."
Jeannie sobbed bitterly at the last words.

A Le8son on T'emptation. 45
"Oh, mamma," said she, surely you do not
call it stealing ?"
"Indeed I do, Jeannie. I fear many chil-
dren think it a light matter to take what
belongs to their parents. But the sin is even
worse, because it is committed against those
who love you best on earth, and whom you
are especially commanded to honour."
Jeannie was about to repeat her oft-broken
promise; but her mother stopped her. My
child," she said, "I cannot again allow you to
risk a broken promise. I believe that at this
moment you are very sorry for the fault you
have committed; but I know if you say, 'I
will never do so again' in your own strength,
you will fail. Do you remember how Peter
said, 'I never will deny Thee;' yet he thrice
denied his Lord, because he trusted in his
own weak will instead of in God ?
"Now you, my Jeannie, must pray for help
to conquer the temptation you feel so hard to
withstand. Do you feel your sin a burden,
Jeannie ?"
"Oh yes, mamma; I do wish to do
"Then take your burden to the foot of the
cross; think of the Saviour who died upon it

4G Lessons Out of School.
for you and me; and, to comfort and en-
courage you, remember the promise, 'Him
that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out.'
God's promises are sure, for He always keeps
them. He never breaks His word."
Mrs. Gibson was now obliged to leave her
weeping daughter, and on her knees Jeannie
owned her fault, and besought pardon and
strength. For the first time she felt her
weakness; and since then has shown by her
conduct that her prayer received an answer,
by the care with which she performs her pro-
mises. When she makes one now, she does
not say, I will never do so again;" but, "By
God's help I will try to do right."



JS J[sson on )idiculp;

s PLASH, splash came down the rain,
Making the roads nearly an inch deep
with water, while the town-clock struck two,
and Lucy Bateman looked out of the window
with a sad heart, fearing she would not be
able to get to the Sunday-school that after-
"It's no good crying, Lucy," said her
father, in a gruff voice. No Sunday-school
for you this afternoon."
"I don't think it rains quite so hard,
father. Couldn't I go ? It is not far."
"There is my old umbrella, you know,"
said her mother; if Lucy were to take that
don't you think she might go ?"
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48 Lessons Out of School.
sullenly, "why she should make such a fuss
about the school. That annoys me most. It
is not that I think a drop of rain hurts
"Well, then, Lucy," said her mother, "if
you take the umbrella, and mind where you
step, you may go."
Lucy darted out of the room, and with
pleasure took the umbrella. Not that this
umbrella was a fine silk one; it was a very
shabby cotton one. Lucy, however, only
thought of getting to school; so open went
the umbrella, and away went the little maid
as happy as a bird. Still the rain fell heavily.
Now Lucy looked in the puddles to see the
rain splashing there; and now she listened to
the pattering noise the great drops made on
the umbrella. There was a happy thought in
her mind, which made her face burst out into
bright sunshine: "What a nice thing a large
umbrella is in the wet !"
As the little girl trotted on, when she was
about half-way between home and school, she
saw on the other side of the street a boy that
she knew, who seemed to have a strange fancy
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A Lesson on Ridicule. 49
"Hallo, Lucy!" he shouted, "is that your
grandfather's umbrella? I suppose it came
out of a second-hand shop. How many can
you take under it ?"
These words were accompanied with loud
laughter, that made the colour come to poor
Lucy's cheeks. Who likes to be laughed at ?
If we had been in Lucy's place, I wonder how
we should have acted ? Should we have been
ashamed of the old umbrella, or not? Poor
Lucy couldn't bear to be laughed at, so she
hurried on to school through the rain with
the umbrella in her hand. It is a very easy
thing to say, What a foolish girl And so
she was: but it is hoped her folly will teach
us wisdom.
Lucy soon reached the school-door, where
another temptation awaited her.
"What! come through the wet with your
umbrella shut ?" said her teacher.
The colour again mounted to the girl's face.
She saw in an instant her teacher would think
she had acted very foolishly to put down her
umbrella because she had been laughed at.
Lucy knew that there were two courses now
open to her: one was to tell a falsehood as an
excuse for not holding up the umbrella; and
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50 Lessons Out of School.
the other was to tell the truth, and perhaps
be laughed at by her teacher for her folly.
At this moment a little child fell off the form
near where the teacher was standing, and the
confusion that followed so took away the
attention of Lucy's teacher from the umbrella,
that she felt very glad to take the oppor-
tunity of getting away to her class without
being obliged to answer a question which,
perhaps, she might not have answered very
Feathers show which way the wind blows;
and small a thing as it was for Lucy to shut
the umbrella because she was laughed at, it
showed what sort of a mind she had, and
what, most likely, would be her character
through life.
Lucy's father prospered in business. He
went to live in a better house, and was con-
sidered a very well-to-do man. Lucy began
to wear better clothes, went to a good day-
school, and had some young ladies for her
acquaintance. Her heart was naturally kind;
and if she could ever do anything to make
any poor helpless creature comfortable, she
was always happy in doing it. When twelve
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A Lesson on Ridicule. 51
at the end of January. Close to Lucy's
house there was a cottage, in which lived an
old woman, who was partly supported by
charity. She was nearly eighty years of age;
and on the morning after the snowstorm she
was trying to make a path with a broom from
her cottage-door to the little garden-gate.
Lucy, seeing her as she passed, instantly went
up to her, and with a cheerful voice offered to
clear away the snow, at the same time taking
the broom out of the old woman's hand.
Many were the thanks that fell from those
aged lips, as with trembling steps the old
woman tottered back into her cottage. Her
task completed, with a light heart she re-
turned home; and on her way met Miss
Castile, one of her newly-made genteel ac-
quaintances, who said-
"If I were to go out as a 'maid-of-all-
work,' I don't think my first place would be
at the hut of an old woman."
"What do you mean?" said Lucy, be-
ginning to feel a good deal confused.
What do I mean ? Do you think I didn't
see you brooming away the snow just now ?"
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And if you had, I hope you wouldn't have
spoken to me; for I am sure I should have
been ashamed for Marie St. Johns to have
seen me speaking to any one doing the work
of a servant. But there-I hope you like it,
so good-bye."
"I wish she had not seen me," thought
Lucy to herself, as she heard Miss Castile's
laugh as she tripped off. "How tiresome!
but who is Miss Castile ?" she asked herself,
as better thoughts struggled for the mastery.
"The poor old woman was pleased with what
I did. I am sure I felt very happy while I
was doing it. Why need I care for her
laughing at me ?"
The next week there was another fall of
snow. Lucy saw the old woman with her
broom again. She moved a step or two
under the first promptings of her heart to
help the aged one, as she had done before;
but the sneer and laugh of Miss Castile
rushed into her memory. She hesitated.
She drew back. She couldn't bear to be
laughed at, so she let the poor old woman
broom away as well as she could. That night
was an uncomfortable one for Lucy: for just
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A Lesson on Ridicule. 53
poor old woman, while clearing away the
snow, had slipped down and broken her leg.
It would have been well if this circumstance
had made Lucy seek help from God to over-
come her foolish feeling of shame, which had
already led her into many difficulties and
troubles. But it was not so.
Up to the age of thirteen Lucy kept to the
Sunday-school, but this was now given up
because another young lady was constantly
laughing at her, and calling her "the re-
spectable charity girl." Of course every
month she was becoming more and more a
slave to this feeling. In her fourteenth year,
however, when hearing a faithful preacher of
the gospel, her conscience seemed thoroughly
awakened. Lucy saw she had grieved God,
not merely by leaving off right things for
fear of being laughed at, but by sinning con-
stantly in all her thoughts and words. She
wept bitterly and prayed much. If any young
person ever seemed in earnest for the mercy
of God in Christ Jesus, Lucy was that one.
She became a true believer in Him who is
the Saviour of sinners, and under the sancti-
fying grace of His Spirit, began to live a life of
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of her afterwards, we believe that she found
peace, and grew in grace and true wisdom.
She did what was right from a right motive.
She obeyed God's Word because the love of
the Saviour prompted her and the Holy Spirit
taught her. She cared little about being
laughed at when she knew in her mind and
felt in her heart that God saw her; and in
what He approves "it is a very small thing,"
as the apostle Paul said, "to be judged of
man's judgment."

r. .- ..


j -i Tisson n the 'Bible;

" I-HAT is the sweetest thing in the world ?
Can you tell me ?" said Uncle John,
as he went down the village street, with
Charles and Mary Fenn by his side. I was
on my way to the park, to leave letters for
the squire, and Charles and Mary were on
their way to school.
Why, that I do not know," said Charles,
" except it is sugar."
"I think it must be honey," cried Mary.
"But why, uncle, do you ask such a strange
question ?"
"I was reading this morning, before I came
out, Samson's riddle, which you will find in the
fourteenth chapter of the book of Judges;
and the question is there asked, 'What is

56 Lessons Out of School.
sweeter than noney?' So I thought I would
see if you were wise enough to tell me."
Well, uncle, you must answer the question
"I will try, Master Charles, though the
answer is not mine: it is to be found in the
Psalms of David. How sweet are Thy words
unto my taste! yea, sweeter than honey to
my mouth.'"1
"Is that what Samson meant, uncle?"
No, Mary. In his days a very small por-
tion of God's Word had been given to the
world; and even king David had not such
a Bible as we have; yet David could say that
the small part he had was sweeter than
honey or the honeycomb.'2 What, then,
should we say who have the whole of the
blessed book?"
"Did you always love the Bible, uncle ?"
"I am sorry to tell you that once I neither
loved nor read the best of books. In my
early days there was no Sunday-school in the
village, and the Holy Bible was not to be seen
in one half of the cottages; no wonder, then,
that so many of the young people turned
out badly. As I grew up, I became a sad
SPsa. cxix. 103. 2 Psa. xix. 10.

A Lesson on the Bible. 57
rover; but in a distant land I was led, by the
mercy of God, to think on my ways. Well
was it for me that my dear pious mother had
placed a Bible in my box, for it became to me
like a well of water to a thirsty soul. As I
read it, I learned that God so loved the world
as to give His Son to be our Saviour. It
showed me that Jesus died for my sins on
the cross, and that He is able and willing to
save all those who look to Him with faith.
It told me of the grace of the Holy Spirit,
who renews the heart, and prepares the soul
for heaven. These were sweet truths to me,
'sweeter than honey' to my taste."
You then always loved the Bible after
that time, uncle ?"
"Yes, Charles; but not half so much as I
ought to have done. My life has had many
ups and downs. I have had a large share of
trouble, though I know it has all been for my
good. It has led me to search out such words
as these:-' Call upon me in the day of
trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt
glorify me.'1 'My God shall supply all your
need.'2 These words, and many more like
them, have been sweet promises to me."
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"Then I suppose you lived quite a new
sort of life to what you did at first ?"
"That is quite true, Mary. Through God's
help, I lived a life of faith and prayer. And
sweet j'r...' ., indeed, I found in the holy
book, and which were just suited to my case.
'Create in me a clean heart, 0 God.' Hold
Thou me up, and I shall be safe."' 2
It is no wonder, then, that you read God's
Word so often as you do."
I could not be happy one day without it.
I am now getting rather old, and often think
of the time when I must leave this world. I
want to know if I shall live for ever. It is
only the Holy Scriptures that can give me
the light I want. With sweet hopes it fills my
heart, and sweet prospects it opens to my eye.
'Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it
doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we
know that, when He shall appear, we shall be
like Him; for we shall see Him as He is.'" 3
"We shall be sure to remember, Mr. Price,
what you have told us. You have said that
you love the Bible because it has in it sweet
truths, sweet promises, sweet prayers, and fills
you with sweet hopes."
1 Psa. ii. 10. 2 Psa. cxix. 117. 3 1 John iii. 2.

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"I am glad you have attended to an old
man's words, and I hope you will think of
them another day. Now we must part, for
here we are at the squire's gate. I must
deliver my letters, and it is time for you to
run to school. But, before you go, I must not
forget to say that the Bible has many texts
for the young. Here is one of them: I love
them that love Me; and those that seek Me
early shall find Me.'1
May every blessing be with you, my dear
children, and may you find in the days of
your youth that the Word of God is more
precious than gold, and sweeter than honey
to the taste."
1 Prov. viii. 17.

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JH 'J esson .on BR ur -Bad

HERE are a great many bad companions
in the world; they are to be found in
the busy city and in the most lonely parts
of the country. You meet with them in the
houses of the wealthy, in lowly cottages, and
in places where you might suppose they were
not to be seen. They force themselves into
our schools, and offer their friendship even
to the youngest.
Some of them are so evil-looking and
shabby that you at once turn from them with
disgust; you would not have them as your
friends on any terms; nor commit yourselves
to their guidance for a single hour on a dark
night. You can tell that they are not to be
trusted, and you refuse to keep their com-
pany. But there are others so crafty, and
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do not quickly find out their true character.
They are so plausible and persuasive in their
words and ways that you are in great danger
of being deceived by them. They will try to
make you believe that they are the best friends
you can have in the world; and that you
ought to give them your confidence.
There are four, in particular, which have
done great mischief in the world. As we
happen to know their names, we will tell you,
so that you may be or your guard against
There-is-no-danger is the name of one,
Only-this-once is another,
Everybody-does-so is a very meek-looking
third, and
By-and-bye is a lazy fourth.
Now, suppose you are tempted into any
place of sinful pleasure,-it may be to take
the first step of a drunkard's course,-up
steps There-is-no-danger, and offers to go
with you, and whispers you are quite safe.
He says that he will see that nothing hurtful
eomes of it. Beware; cast him off at once,
and let him see that you are not to be at his
bidding, and that you know how to keep him
at a distance.

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You are invited by a second-Mr. Only-
this-once-to join a party on the Sabbath
day in a trip to the forest. "There will be a
nice picnic," he says, "and all the ladies and
gentlemen will be found most agreeable
friends." Or it is proposed to have a sail on
the river on Sunday evening, and spend a few
hours at the Yacht Tavern. "It will be quite
a change for you," he whispers; "and then it
is only to be for this Sunday." Beware; the
great evil of one sin is that you bring your
heart and conscience into such a state as to
create a desire to repeat it until it becomes a
confirmed habit, and you are fast bound in its
Everybody-does-so is a sort of free-and-easy
person, who says, "Oh, I wish you to enjoy
yourself. Do not be so particular, or you will
become quite old fashioned in your ways.
All the most respectable persons constantly
do as I am trying now to persuade you to do;
if you do not join us the world will laugh at
you for being so stiff and singular."
Then there is that dangerous Mr. By-and-
bye, who tries to gain your confidence, and
professes to be your friend. But he is a great
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near to Felix when the apostle Paul preached,
and the Roman ruler said that he was almost
persuaded to become a Christian. This is
not a convenient season," he spoke softly in
the ear of the governor; when it comes, hear
the apostle again, and perhaps then you may
be a disciple of Christ." But the season seems
never to have come.
Turn, turn away from these evil companions.
They are not your true friends. Be on your
guard, lest they should lead you into ruin-
both of body and soul. God says, Behold,
now is the accepted time; behold, now is the
day of salvation." He would have you now
seek forgiveness of sin and the salvation of
your souls, through faith in His Son. It is
now you are to hear the voice of the Holy
Spirit calling upon you to give your young
hearts to Him who claims their first love; and
to give your lives to be engaged in His
delightful service. Find your best friends
among those who are truly pious; join with
them in praising and serving God, then shall
you have them for friends in a better



WORK, while it is to-day,
This was the Saviour's rule;
With docile minds let us obey,
As learners in His school.
Lord Christ, we humbly ask
Of Thee, the power and will,
With fear and meekness, every task
Of duty to fulfil.
Our own salvation be
Our first and constant aim:
Then far and wide, o'er land and sea,
Glad tidings to proclaim.
At home, by word and deed,
Adorn redeeming grace;
And sow abroad the precious seed
Of truth in every place.
For Thee, our all to spend,
Still may we watch and pray;
And persevering to the end,
Work while it is to-day.