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THE THREE LAMBS

AND


OTHER


STORIES.


FIRST EDITION,-3,000 COPIES.


THE CHRISTIAN LITERATURE SOCIETY FOR INDIA:
LONDON AND MADRAS.
1898.









CONTENTS.


Page
The Three Lambs ... .. ...... 1
A Prayer ... ... ... ... .. ...... 7
Chinese in a Fright ... ... ... ... ... 8
The African Girl and Her Enemy ... ...... 10
The Farmer's Boy becomes a Bishop ... ... 11
The Bird without Wings ... ... ... ..... 14
Child's Evening Prayer ... ... .. .. 16
Your Best Friend ... ... ... ... ...... 17
The Two Brothers ... ... ... ... ... 17
A Pleasant Sight ... ... ... ... ... ... 19
The Parable of the Sower ... ... ... ... 20
The Earlier the Easier ... ... ... ...... 22
A Little Sister's Prayer ... ... ... ... 23
Travelling in the Himalayas ... ... ...... 24
God Sees Me ... ... ... ... ... ... 26
The Piece of Red Glass ... ... ... ...... 27
A Family Ride ... ... ... ... ... ... 28
My Father ... .. ... .. ...... 29
Lanterns ... ... ... ... ... ... 30
A Child's Talent ... ... ... ... ...... 32
The Woman of Samaria ... .. ... ... 33






CONTENTS.


Page
The Tempter ... ... ... ... ...... 35
Doing God's Errands ... ... ... ... ... 36
A Chinese School ... ... ... ... ...... 38
My Mother ... ... ... ... ... ... 40
My Mother (Poetry) ... ... ... ...... 41
The Peacock ... ... .. ... ... 42
Proverbs of the People of Yoruba, in West Africa ... 44


The Dying Girl ... ...
David's Charge to Solomon ...
The Hard Problem
The Children's Hymn
The Young Fly ...
" I Take the other Hand"
The Armadillo ...
The New Heart ... ...
Beware of.Small Beginnings ...
A Child's Prayer ... ...
Can yon Count ? ... ...
Good Resolutions ... ...
The Worm in a Circle of Fire ...


... ... .. 45
... ... ... 46
... ... ... 48
... ... ... 49
... ... 50
... ... ... 52
.. ... ... 53
... ... ... 55
... ... ... 55
... .. ... 56
... ... ... 57
... ... 58
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THE THREE LAMBS.


There were once upon a time three little
lambs. They lived with a large flock of other





THE THREE LAMBS.


lambs and sheep upon some high and rocky
hills. At night they used to go and sleep in
the woods that grew upon the hills, or in
some cave or hole; and by day they ate the
grass upon the banks. These little lambs,
which are the subjects of my story, were called
Simple, Love, and Innocence. Simple was by
far the eldest, and so she ought to have been
wiser and better than her companions. These
three were very fond of each other, and always
played together. Amongst these hills were
steep precipices, and sometimes sheep and lambs
tumbled down them and were dashed to pieces.
Then at night fierce beasts used to come and
try to get hold of any poor sheep that happened
to be in the way, carry it off, and devour it.
So you see that it was very dangerous to live
upon these hills. Yet the little lambs were not
alarmed, although sometimes they could not help
trembling when they heard the howling of the
wolves and roaring, of the lions. There was
one particularly large and dreadful lion which
used to prowl about; and when the sheep was
grazing peacefully, or sleeping quietly, it would
.come very softly and seize one or more.





THE THREE LAMBS.


At foot of these hills, in a valley, stood a
little cottage, and there it was that a kind and
good shepherd lived. The shepherd Faithful
(for that was his name) might often been seen
climbing up the hills to look at the sheep, and
when he saw them there in the midst of so
many dangers, he would sigh, for he longed to
take care of that poor flock. Near the shep-
herd's cottage was a fold; it was large enough
to hold all the sheep if they would have come.
This fold was enclosed by a strong wall, and
inside small streams rippled merrily through
the grassy meadows, and shady nooks. It
was a lovely spot, and well protected from the
wild beasts.
The shepherd, Faithful, would often try to
get some of the sheep and lambs to live in his
fold, for he knew that there they would be safe
from all dangers. But very few would come,
and those few were well taken care of by him,
and fed with delicious grass. The greater
number ran away directly they heard his call,
and some hid themselves whenever his footsteps
were heard. .
One day, when the lambs were gamboling





THE THREE LAMBS.


together, they saw the shepherd coming. He
had a tall crook in one hand, with which he was
helping himself up the steep hill. When the
lambs saw him, Innocence said that she thought
they need not run away, because he did not look
as if he would hurt them. But Simple replied,
" Oh, I shan't stay if he comes near us, for the
other day he carried away my little cousin
Humility, and I've not seen her since!" The
.shepherd soon came up to the little lambs, and
began to pat them. Directly he touched Simple,
she ran off into a wood as fast she could. Love
and Innocence were not like their silly friend;
they were much pleased with the good shep-
herd's kindness, and did not resist when he took
,them up in his arms and carried them away.
He went down a very steep stony path, and at
last reached the fold. The sun was shining upon
,the little brooks, the birds were singing with
all their might, the grass looked so green and
fresh, that Love and Innocence were quite
,delighted. When they were quite safe within
:the fold, the shepherd put them down on a
mossy bed by a small brook, and brought them
:some nice juicy grass in his hand.





THE THREE LAMBS.


Presently who did they see but Humility run-
ning up to greet them. "How glad I am to
see you here," she said, I hope you will always
live in this happy place." At that moment the
shepherd appeared playing a tune upon his
pipe, at the sound of which all the lambs ran
up to him and followed him. He led them by
the side of a river where beautiful grass grew.
There he sat down and watched the lambs as
they fed around him. When night came on,
the shepherd led them to a grassy dell, on all
sides of which there were wooded banks, so
there, sheltered from the wind, they laid down
and slept. The wild beasts could be heard
howling outside, but they could not get into the
fold.
A few days after this, as the lambs were play-
ing by the side of the wall, they espied a little
lamb's head looking in through a small hole.
On going up, what was their astonishment to see
no other than Simple. Oh, Simple," said Love,
" do come and live with us; we are so happy."
" And," rejoined Innocence, so safe! No,
no," answered Simple, "I like much better to
run free over the hills than to be shut up like





THE THREE LAMBS.


you. I came here to beg you to come back
with me, and not stay within these walls." As
the shepherd just then passed, Simple did not
continue her foolish talk, but stayed behind the
wall waiting his departure. Our two little
lambs thinking her gone, went and played a
high hill, from which they could see the country
outside the wall. They were aroused from their
play by a loud bleating, and on looking up, what
was their surprise and grief, to see poor Simple
being carried away in the mouth of a huge lion;
indeed it was this dreadful creature before
spoken off. They watched her being borne
away until the Lion reached a dark cave, and
they saw neither any more. How glad they
were that they had not done what Simple wished.
There they were safe in the fold where the Lion
could not touch them. From this time they
determined to get other little lambs to come
and live with them; and many did listen to
their entreaties, and came into the secure and
happy fold. So Love and Innocence lived peace-
fully amongst these green pastures, till at last
they were removed to another fold even better
and safer than this, from which they never went





A PRAYER.


out, and where they never heard the howling
of wolves or roaring of lions.
Does my little reader understand the mean-
ing of my story ? It is an allegory, or story to
teach us something. If you are not one of
Jesus's little lambs, you are living upon those
dangerous hills. Go to Jesus, my child, ask
Him to be your shepherd, and He will keep
you safe from the dreadful lion-I mean the
devil, who would like to get you. Jesus will
gladly receive you, for He shall gather the
lambs with his arm, and carry them in His
bosom." If He is your shepherd here on earth,
then some day He will take you to live in a
happier and brighter fold above.
A PRAYER.
LovING Jesus, gentle Lamb,
In thy gracious hands I am;
Make me, Saviour, what thou art,
Live thyself within my heart.
Fain I would be as thou art;
Give me Thy obedient heart;
Thou art pitiful and kind,
Let me have Thy loving mind.






CHINESE IN A FRIGHT.


I shall then show forth Thy praise,
Serve Thee all my happy days:
Then the world shall always see
Christ, the Holy Child, in me.


CHINESE IN A FRIGHT.


Why are the children in the picture so
frightened and running off in such haste that
one of them has fallen? It was the sight of a


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CHINESE IN A FRIGHT.


European, in the interior of China, where white
men had not been seen before.
The Hindus consider their own country holy,
while other lands are considered- impure, and
their inhabitants are called Mlechhas. Some
Hindus bathe after shaking hand with a Euro-
pean.
The Chinese have somewhat the same feeling.
They call their own country, the Heavenly
Flowery Land;" Europeans are outside bar-
barians," and "foreign devils."
Chinese children, the first time they see a
foreigner, are terrified. Some think that he
will kill them and eat them. When they become
accustomed to Europeans, sometimes they will
follow one, calling out, foreign devil! Once
when an old European was. passing quietly
along the street of a Chinese city, a man cried
out, An aged foreign devil; kill him! "
We are all created by God, children of the
same great Father in Heaven, and should love
as brethren.





10 THE AFRICAN GIRL AND HER ENEMY.

THE AFRICAN GIRL AND HER ENEMY.
The one is returning evil for evil; the other
is returning evil with good. Judge which is
the better.
Two men, living in the southern part of
Africa, had a quarrel, and became bitter ene-
mies to each oth6r. After a while, one of them
found a little girl, belonging to his enemy, in
the woods, at some distance from her father's
house. He seized her and cut off two of her
fingers; and as he sent her home screaming
with her bleeding hands, he cried, I have had
my revenge."
Years passed away. The little girl had
grown up to be almost a young woman. One
day there came to her father's door a poor
worn-out, grey-headed old man, who asked for
something to eat. She knew him at once as the
cruel man who had cut off her fingers. She
went into the hut, and ordered the servant to
take him bread and milk, as much as he could
eat, and sat down and watched him eat it.
When he had finished, she dropped the cover-
ing that hid her hands from view, and, holding





THE FARMER'S BOY BECOMES A BISHOP.


them up before him, she cried, I have had my
revenge! The man was overwhelmed with
surprise. The secret of it was that, in the mean-
time, the girl had become a Christian, and had
learned the meaning of the verse, If thine
enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him
drink; for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of
fire on his head." How beautiful the conduct
of this injured Christian girl appears, in con-
trast with that of her heathen enemy !
In the courts of earthly kings it is always
esteemed honourable to do as the king does.
Jesus is our King He conquers by kindness.
When we overcome evil with good," are we
not like Jesus ? And is there any honour in
the world like this ?

THE FARMER'S BOY BECOMES A BISHOP.
About two hundred and sixty years ago, a
poor lad of seventeen was seen travelling on
foot in England. He carried over his shoulder,
at the end of a stick, all the clothing he had in
the world, and had in his pocket an old leather
purse, with a few pieces of money given him by





12 THE FARMER'S BOY -BECOMES A BISHOP.

his mother, when, with a throbbing, prayerful
heart, she took her leave of him on the road, a
short distance from their own cottage.
And who was John ? for that was his name.
He was the son of poor, but honest and pious
parents, small farmers in a village called Ugbor-
ough. John had six brothers and five sisters,
all of whom had to labour hard on the farm for
a living'. He was a pious lad, and at fourteen
used to assist the parish clerk in singing at
Divine worship. When the old clerk died, John
hoped to fill his place; but, being disappointed
in this, with the consent of his parents he set
out to get a living elsewhere.
At the city of Exeter, where he first went,
he met with no success; but, as he looked
on the beautiful cathedral and in the book-
seller's windows, a strong desire sprung up
in his mind to become a scholar; and at once
he set off for the University of Oxford, a dis-
tance of some two hundred miles, walking the
whole weary way. At night he sometimes slept
in barns, or on the sheltered side of a haystack.
He lived chiefly on bread and water, with a
draught of milk now and then.





THE FARMEK'S BOY BECOMES A BISHOP.


Arrived in the splendid city of Oxford, his
clothing nearly worn out, his feet sore, and his
spirits depressed, he knew not what to do. He
had heard of Exeter college in Oxford, and
thither he went; and, to his great delight, was
engaged by the cook as a "scullion;" that is,
to carry coals into the kitchen, to clean pans
and kettles, and do that kind of work.
One might have seen him here scouring his
pans, and at the same time reading a book. His
habits of study soon attracted the attention of
the learned doctors, who admitted him into the
college as a poor scholar," providing for all his
wants. He studied hard and was soon at the
head of his class. He rose to great honour as
a scholar, was very useful as a minister of
Christ; and many years before his death, which
took place when he was seventy-two, he visited
his father and mother, who were delighted to
see their son not only a great scholar," but a
good bishop. Such was the history of Dr. John
Prideaux, who used to say, "If I had been
parish clerk of Ugborough, I should never have
been Bishop of Worcester."





THE BIRD WITHOUT WINGS.


THE BIRD WITHOUT WINGS.
If we were asked how birds differ from
beasts, we should first say because the former
have wings. But in this picture we have a bird
without wings. It is called the Kiwi, and is
found in New Zealand. The feathers are soft, and


feel almost like tufts.of fine hair. At a short
distance it looks as if it were covered with fur.





THE BIRD WITHOUT WINGS.


The Kiwi feeds on insects and grubs, and to
enable it to penetrate the earth in search of its
food, its bill is long and sharp. It moves in a
kind of leap, for which purpose its strong legs
fit it to pass over the ground very quickly.
The natives of New Zealand hunt it for the
sake of its flesh, of which they are very fond.
Its cry resembles the sound of a whistle, and it
is by imitating this that the hunters are enabled
to take it. It is sometimes chased by dogs, and
at others secured by suddenly coming upon it
with a lighted, torch; and being thus dazzled, it
makes no attempt at flight. On other occasions,
however, it defends itself with great vigour, by
means of its legs, a single stroke being often
sufficient to inflict severe injury.
However singular may be the structure or
habits of newly discovered animals, none have
ever been found whose organs and instincts do
not show the wisdom and benevolence of the
great Creator. Whatever some vain persons
may say, we may be sure that the more we
know of the works and Ways of God, the clearer
will be the proof of His perfections.





CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.


CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.
Blessed Saviour, hear me now,
Lowly at Thy feet I bow;
Let Thy watchful care this night
Keep me safe till morning light.
Bless, 0 Lord, my parents dear,
Keep them in Thy holy care;
Bless my brothers, sisters, too,
And their sinful hearts renew.
Bless the sick on beds of pain;
Wilt Thou give them health again,
Or prepare them, should they die,
For Thy mansions in the sky.
Bless the poor with needful good,
Clothe and give them daily food;
Thou who mak'st e'en birds Thy care,
Bless Thy creatures everywhere.
Lord, bestow a grateful heart
For the gifts Thou dost impart
To a little child like me,
Who depends alone on Thee.





THE TWO BROTHERS.


YouR BEST FRIEND.
If any one should ask you Who is your
best friend?" What would you say? Per-
haps you would say, My mother."
Your mother is indeed your best earthly
friend, but God your Father is your best friend.
He has always watched over you, day and
night, through all your life. Your mother has
done a great deal for you, you say. So she
has; but God has done a great deal more. He
gave you your kind and patient mother, and
he lets her live to take care of you. He has
given you his only Son, Jesus Christ. He did
this for you when you did not love him. You
know you have done a great many things to
displease him. Remember that your Heavenly
Father is your best friend.

THE TWO BROTHERS.
Mahendra and Surendra, two little boys,
were brothers, and lived in Calcutta. One
morning they were playing in their father's
garden; and both of them happened, at the
same time, to see a fine rose before them.





THE TWO BROTHERS.


Both ran to the spot where it was growing.
Mahendra, the eldest, came first, and plucked
it.
Surendra was angry, and cried out, I saw
it first, and it belongs to me." "No, it is not
yours, it is mine," said Mahendra, for I saw
it first, and plucked it." Surendra was quite
furious; snatched at the flower, and struck his
brother. Then Mahendra became angry, and
struck Surendra. So they fought about it,
and screamed and beat each other.
Their father heard them, and came to see
what was the matter. He found them beating
each other. "What does this mean," asked
he. Mahendra got my flower," said Surendra.
No, I did not, papa," said Mahendra. "It
was mine, I saw it first, and plucked it." But
where is the flower ?" asked their father. Lo I
it had been torn to pieces in the fight. Thus,
in fighting to decide who should have it, both
lost it.
"Now, Mahendra," said the father, "when
you had the rose in your hand, if you had said
to Surendra: 'Brother, if you think the pretty
flower is yours, you may have it; I would





A PLEASANT SIGHT.


rather have your love than all the flowers that
grow'-would there have been any fight-any
coldness or unkindness between you ? None!
You would have preserved the sweet flower,
and the sweeter spirit of brotherly love and
affection; and Surendra would not have cared
whether the -flower had been in his hand or
yours; he would have enjoyed it just as much,
or even more, if it had been in yours. God
made the flowers to delight us; and it is wicked
to get angry, and to fight about them."

A PLEASANT SIGHT.
The Lord above is pleased to see
A little family agree,
And will not scorn the prayer and praise
Which loving children join to raise;
For love and kindness please him more
Than if we gave him all our store;
And children here who dwell in love
Are like his holy saints above.
The gentle child who loves to please,
Who hates to quarrel, fret, and tease,





THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER.


And will not say an angry word,
That child is pleasing to the Lord.
Saviour, forgive, whenever we
Forget thy will, and disagree;
And grant that each of us may find
The blessedness of being kind.

THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER.
Do you know what a parable is ? It is a
story with a hidden meaning. Jesus used to
tell such stories to his disciples. Once he told
them this parable of the sower. A sower went
out into a field to sow seed. In the picture
you can see him scattering the -seed about.
Some of the seeds fell on stones. They could
not grow, and the birds ate them. Some of the
seeds fell on rough, hard ground. They began
to grow, but soon withered because there was
not enough earth. Some seeds fell among
weeds and brambles. There was no room for
them to grow there.. Some of the seeds fell on
the ground that had been raked and softened.
Here they grew up and ripened. This was the
parable. Now I will tell ypu what it means.





THE PARABLE OF THE SOWER.


By the seed, Jesus meant the things he has
told us to do in the Bible. The different places
in which the seed fell are the different people
who hear what they ought to do. Some people
are like rocks: they do not care to be good.
Other people are like the rough, hard ground:





THE EARLIER THE EASIER.


they try to do as Jesus wants them for a while,
but soon grow tired. Many other people want
to be good, but they have so many other things
they want to do that their cares and pleasures
leave no room for anything else. There are
some people, though, who really try, and keep
on trying all the time. They want to do all the
good things they can. Such people are like
the soft ground. Which kind of people do you
want to be like ?

THE EARLIER THE EASIER.
An old man one day took a child on his knee,
and talked to him about Jesus, and told him
to seek the Saviour now, and pray to Him, and
love Him. The child knew that the old man
was not himself a Christian, and felt surprised.
Then he looked up into the old man's face, and
said, But why don't you seek God?"
The old man was affected by the question,
and replied, "Ah, my dear child! I neglected to
do so when I was young, and now my heart is
so hard that I fear I never shall be able."
Ah! my reader, believe him. To-day, if ye





A LITTLE SISTER'S PRAYER.


will hear His voice, harden not your hearts."
It will be more difficult to hear to-morrow.
And weeks, and months, and years hence, even
could you be sure of them, how high and strong
a barrier will gradually be rising between you
and Christ! Those that seek Me early shall
find Me."

A LITTLE SISTER'S PRAYER.
In far away Turkey in Asia, in. a city upon
the shore of the Black Sea, lived a missionary
father and mother, and their boys and girls.
A little baby boy on one occasion came into
the family, and his sister, five years old, was
heard praying thus to God for her new brother :
-" O Lord, bless the boy you have sent on to us.
We are very thankful for him. 0 Lord, make
him big and strong, and a nice, good man."
If all the little brothers and sisters pray for
one another every day, there will not often be
any need of reminding them of the Bible text,
"Little children, love one another," for they
will love one another too well to be unkind
either in work or in play.





TRAVELLING IN THE HIMALAYAS.


TRAVELLING IN THE HIMALAYAS.
People who wish to go to Cashmere or Tibet
have to cross the Himalayas. The picture gives
an idea of the nature of the roads. They are
very narrow, winding along the sides of moun-
tains, with precipices and rocky torrents below.
The cold is also very severe, while there is no
place to pass the night except damp huts,
exposed to wind from every quarter.
The bridges are often dangerous. They are
generally made of two beams of wood across
the stream, the space between them being filled
up with other pieces of wood, laid at right
angles to the beams. Between these pieces of
wood the water is visible, and when it is rushing
along quickly, it almost makes one dizzy to
view it through. the openings. Sometimes the
cross pieces of wood are absent in places, and
those that remain are slippery from the rain.
Once when a Missionary was travelling, a man
leading a pony tried to cross. The poor animal
went half way over very well, but when trying
to jump over one of the openings, it missed its
footing, its hind leg went through, and down





TRAVELLING IN THE HIMALAYAS.


it came, one leg being under the bridge and
hanging over the water. The man leading the





GOD SEES ME.


pony fell into the river, and the pony, after
one or two efforts to get loose, followed his ex-
ample, and rolled over too, thus getting safe
to land.
On another occasion when crossing, two of
the legs of a pony went through the bridge.
One man held it by the head and two by the
tail, and it was got over.

GOD SEES ME.
Through all the busy daylight,
Through all the quiet night;
Whether the stars are in the sky,
Or the sun is shining bright;
In the cottage, in the schoolroom,
In the street, or on the stair,
Though I may seem to be alone,
Yet God is always there.
He knows each word I mean to speak
Before the word is spoken;
He knows the thoughts within my heart,
Although I give no token;
When I am naughty, then I grieve
My heavenly Father's love;
And every time I really try,
He helps me from above.





THE PIECE OF RED GLASS.


THE PIECE OF RED GLASS.
One day a little boy, whose name was Joseph,
came running into the house where his sister
Mary was sewing. He held something in his
hand which he had found in the yard. "Oh,
sister Mary," said he, "I've found a pretty
thing. It is a piece of red glass, and when I
look through it everything is red too. The
trees, the houses, the green grass, your face,
and everything is red."
Mary said, "Yes, it's very beautiful; and let
me show you how to learn a useful lesson from
it. You remember the other day you thought
everybody was cross to you. Then you were
like this piece of glass, which makes everything
look red, because it is red. When you feel cross
and disagreeable, you think everybody around
you is cross and disagreeable too. But when
you are in good humour, and feel kind and
pleasant yourself, other people will seem just
the same towards you."





A FAMILY RIDE.


A FAMILY RIDE.


A mother is here giving a ride to her little
ones. She is making good progress up the old
tree with her burden, and the little ones appear
to enjoy it. It is the "Didelphis" family.
That is a high-sounding name which has been
given them, but they are more generally known





MY FATHER.


as the Opossum family. They are found in the
woods of the southern part of America. They
climb the trees, and hang by their tails from
the branches. The poor sparrows and other
birds are often obliged to fly for their lives, and
see their young ones devoured by these
prowlers. Sometimes, in the moonlight nights,
opossums creep up to the farm-yards, and carry
off all the eggs and chickens they can find.
It is a curious family. When full grown
they are about as large as a cat. They have a
wide mouth and large ears, a nose like a fox,
and a tail somewhat like a rat. When the
mother wants the little ones to take a journey,
they jump upon her back, wind their tails
around her tail, and away they go-just as you
see them in the picture.


MY FATHER.
My father has to work hard to get a living
for us: he has not much time to spare.
He sends me to school to learn, and is pleased
to hear me read to him at home.





LANTERNS.


I like to show my father how well I can write
and spell: it makes him glad to hear that I
have been good.
My father tells me what I ought to do. He
will only tell me to do what is wise and good. I
know that I must obey him above every one
else in the world.
My father provides me with food and cloth-
ing, and all that I have: he is always doing
something for me.
How sad I should feel if my dear father were
to die! I hope he will be spared to see me
grow up a wise and good man. I will strive to
please him all my life long.


LANTERNS.
Groping my way along as best I could, on a
very dark night, not long since, as I turned a
corner of the street, I saw, but a short distance
ahead of me, a well-lighted lantern. At first I
could not see who was carrying it; but it
proved to be a boy, who was singing merrily
as he walked along.





LANTERNS.


That lantern was of much service to me. It
threw its light back on the path, or sidewalk,
for many yards. It showed me where to walk,
and it showed me where not to walk, if I wished
to keep out of the mire.
I felt thankful to the boy who was thus of
so much use to me in lighting my way, while
he knew nothing about the good he was doing.
He went along, not thinking of me-hardly
knowing that I was behind him; and yet he
was rendering me very good service.
I could not help thinking what a happy
thing it would be, if all the boys and girls,
and all the men and women who have the
privileges of the Gospel, were well-lighted
Christian lanterns How much good would they
do which is now left undone We are not so
much lanterns in what we say, as in what we do.
It is the quiet, but real, influence of a good
example that is a light to lighten others. A
very young child may be a very useful lantern.
A small lantern, well lighted, is of much ser-
vice; while a very large one, without any light,
is of no use. And who knows how many the
light will reach and benefit ?






A CHILD'S TALENT.


Now, children, do not be dark lanterns, or
such as give no light; but, as you pass along
through life,-at home, or in school, or in the
street, or wherever you are,-show that you
love the truth, and that you seek, by God's
grace, to walk as you are taught in His Holy
Word. Show this in your lives. Show it by
a cheerful, loving, honest walk with your
companions. Never be afraid to let others see
that you love God, and desire to do what is
right in His sight. If thus you live, many will
be benefited, and will bless you. Some may
follow in the path of your light whom you
know not, nor ever shall know, until you meet
them in the world of glory above. Let your
light so shine before" your fellows, "that they
may see your good works, and glorify your
Father who is in heaven."


A CHILD'S TALENT.
God intrusts to all
Talents few or many;
None so young or small
That they have not any,






THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA.


Though the great and wise
Have a greater number,
Yet my one I prize,
And it must not slumber.

THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA.


Once Jesus was travelling through a country
called Samaria. He was tired, for he had
walked a long way. There was a stone well by
3





THE WOMAN OF SAMARIA.


the road-side. Jesus sat down by the well to
rest. The. disciples went on to the village to
buy some food.
While Jesus was sitting by the well a woman
came to draw water from it. She carried the
water in a stone jug. You can see the jug in
the picture. Jesus asked her to give him to
drink. The woman drew some water from
the well, and gave it to him. Jesus told her
that if she knew who he was she would ask
him to give her the living water. At first she
did not know what he meant. Do you know
what "the living water means ?
When we drink water we feel refreshed.
Just so when we are sorry for our sins, and
try to do better, God sends his Holy Spirit into
our hearts. Jesus told this to the woman of
Samaria. She had never heard of Jesus before.
I am glad to say that she tried to be good from
that day. Jesus will give all of us the living
water, if we will do as the woman of Samaria
did.





THE TEMPTER.


THE TEMPTER.
Rama one day was standing at his father's
door, who told him not to go away, as he wished
him soon to go on an errand. A boy who used
sometimes to play with Rama, was passing by
with a kite in his hand. "Come, Rama," said
he, come, go with me, and help me to fly my
kite. There is a fine wind this morning, and I
have got twine enough to let her go almost out
of sight."
"I can't go," said Rama. "My father told
me to stay here till he came back, when I am
going on an errand for him."
How soon will he be here ? said the boy.
"I don't know," said Rama; "he maybe
gone half-an-hour."
Oh we shall have time enough, then, to go
and fly the kite, and come back again."
"But I must not disobey my father; the
Bible tells me that I should obey my parents in
all things."
"If your father were here, I am sure he would
let you go. Besides, you will be back before he
comes, and he will not know anything about it."





DOING GOD'S ERRANDS.


"But God will know all about it," said
Rama; "He sees us at all times: He sees us
now, and I dare not displease Him by disobey-
ing my father. I shall not go with you."
Rama did right. How much happier all
young people would be, if, whenever any one
tempts them to do wrong, they would act like
him!


DOING GOD'S ERRANDS.
Sarah was a little girl who was trying to love
and serve Jesus. And she showed her love for
Jesus by seeking to please him in all she did.
She loved to do errands for her mother, and to
have her mother say she was a faithful servant
when she did them well.
One day she had been talking to her mother
about God. As they got through, she looked
up with a bright thought beaming in her eyes,
and said,-
Why, mother, then God is sending us on
errands all the time Oh, it is so nice to think
that I am God's little errand-girl."





DOING GOD'S ERRANDS.


Yes, dear," said her mother, God has
given us all errands to do for him, and plenty of
time to do them in, and a book full of directions
to show us how to do them. Every day we
can tell what we are trying to do, and ask him'
to help us. And when he calls us home to him-
self, we shall have great joy in telling him what
we have been trying to do for him."
I like that," said Sarah. It is very pleas-
ant to be allowed to do errands for God."
One of my errands," said her mother, is
to take care of you."
And one of mine, dear mother, is to honour
and obey you. I-think God gives us very pleas-
ant errands to do."
You know that nothing makes us more happy
than to do anything for a person that we really
love. This is what Jesus meant when he said,
" My yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
This is what the apostle John meant when he
said that his commandments are not grievous."
His people serve him from love, and that makes
everything they do for him light and pleasant
to them.





SA CHINESE SCHOOL.


A CHINESE SCHOOL.
China is a great country to the eastward. It
contains more people than any other country in
the world. Of every four persons, one is a
Chinese.
The Chinese have square flat faces, yellow
complexions, and small eyes set obliquely. They
shave their head, except one tuft at the top.


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A CHINESE SCHOOL.


In course of time, this tuft becomes like a long
tail, and they twist it round their head. A
Chinaman would nearly as soon lose his head as
allow his tuft of hair to be cut off.
Small feet are considered the greatest beauty
in women. Among the higher classes, the feet
of the women are so compressed in infancy, that
ever afterwards they can only hobble about.
The Chinese books are very curious. The
words are not placed in lines, as in our books,
but in columns up and down. A Chinese begins
at the last word at the bottom of the page, and
reads backward to the top.
Each school-boy learns his lessons by him-
self, shouting as boys do in native schools in this
country, and bending from side to side. He only
gets them by heart like a parrot; he does not
understand the meaning of what he learns.
You see in the picture the teacher sitting at
a table. Beside him there is a boy standing
with his back to the master. This is to prevent
him from peeping at his book when saying his
lesson. Hence the Chinese say "to back a
book," meaning to repeat from memory.
The Chinese attained some degree of civilisa-





MY MOTHER.


tion at an early period. They were acquainted
with printing, paper-making, and the mariner's
compass, long before they were known to Euro-
peans. Things afterwards remained stationary;
no advancement was made for centuries. This
was largely caused by their blindly following
ancient customs, and their contempt for other
nations. They style China the Middle King-
dom," the "Flowery Land," the Celestial
Empire," while the inhabitants of other coun-
tries are called "outside barbarians" and
" foreign devils."

MY MOTHER.
I love my mother better than anybody in the
world.
She is so kind and good to nie; I cannot tell
half she has done for me.
I know that when I was a baby I could not
help myself, and that my mother then did
everything for me.
She now sees that my meals are nice and good
for food. She mends my clothes, and sees that
I am clean and neat.





MY MOTHER.


She is glad when I have done well, and tells
father how good I have been.
When I am sick, or in pain, no one can soothe
or comfort me like my mother.
If I have not done right her heart seems full
of grief. I will strive with all my heart not to
give her pain.
Children who have no father or mother on
earth are orphans : yet, GOD, their Father in
heaven, takes care of them.


MY MOTHER.
Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses priest ?
My mother.
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear lest I should die ?
My mother.
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who wast so very kind to me,
My mother ?





THE PEACOCK.


Ah no the thought I cannot bear;
But if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My mother.


THE PEACOCK.











The Peacock is a native of India, where it is
sometimes found in large numbers. Nearly
3,000 years ago, the fleets of Solomon brought
Peacocks from the East. Alexander the Great
made them known in Europe. For a long time
they were very rare and fetched a high price.
People from the neighboring towns assembled
in great crowds to see them.





THE PEACOCK.


The Peacock is distinguished by the immense
tail-feathers, covering its tail, which it spreads
out like a fan. Each feather has a rich circle,
like an eye, near the end. The Peacock often
spreads its gorgeous plumes, and marches about
with pompous step, apparently vain of its
beauty. It looks proudly around as if it would
say, Did you ever behold such a noble creature
before ?" Its main object, however, is to
attract the Peahens.
Peacocks run very quickly. They sleep on
the branches of trees, but they make their nest
on the ground among low jungle that may hide
it. The nest is not made with much care; only
a few sticks and twigs put together, with
leaves. The Peacock is a bad father and will
break the eggs or kill the young chicks if he
can find them; but the Peahen watches over
her nest like a careful and tender mother.
Peacocks feed on insects, grain, flower buds,
and young shoots. They kill snakes and other
reptiles. They are looked upon as sacred by
most Hindus, and a great outcry is raised if one
of them is shot. The call of the Peacock is a
noisy scream.





44 PROVERBS OF THE PEOPLE OF YORUBA, ETC.

We laugh at the Peacock because it is so vain
of its appearance; but there are many children
and even men and women as proud of a new
dress or ornaments. We cannot expect the
Peacock to know better, but young folks should
learn that a good temper and a kind heart are
worth far more than outside beauty.


PROVERBS OF THE PEOPLE OF YORUBA, IN
WEST AFRICA.
Wrangling is the father of fighting.
A sick person should never be laughed at, for
we know not how soon we may be sick ourselves.
Ashes fly back in the face of him who throws
them.
He that would get honey from under a rock
must not spare the edge of his axe.
A cutting word cannot be healed, though a
wound may.
He who sees another's faults, and talks of
them, covers his own with a potsherd.
The time may be very long, but a lie will be
detected at last.





THE DYING GIRL.


THE DYING GIRL.
A little girl lay near death. She had been
brought low by a sad and painful disease. Not
long before, her step had been as light, and her
heart as joyous and gay as any of her com-
panions; but now her body was racked with
pain, the icy hand of death had touched her,
and she was about to go into eternity.
Does my little one feel sad at the thought of
death ?" asked her papa, as he watched the look
of pain on her face.
"No, dear papa," said she, smiling, "my
hand is all the while in the hand of Jesus, and
he will not let it go."
"Are you afraid, dear child ?" asked her
minister at another time.
No, I cannot fear while Jesus supports me,"
she replied quickly. But are you not weary
with bearing pain ?" She said, I am leaning
on Jesus, and don't mind the pain."
And so this one of Christ's lambs went to the
fold above, leaning on the good Shepherd who
" gathers the lambs in his arms."





46 DAVID'S CHARGE TO SOLOMON.
We too must all die. Shall we each be found
leaning on Jesus, so that we shall not mind pain
or fear death ?

DAVID'S CHARGE TO SOLOMON.
David was now an old man. He had been a
shepherd, a victor over a giant, a wanderer and



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DAVID'S CHARGE TO SOLOMON.


outcast, a great chief, a poet, and at last a king.
His life is nearly at an end, and around him he
has called the princes of the land his aged coun-
cillors the captains over thousands, and the
captains over hundreds," the governors of his
palace, the stewards of his riches, and other
great officers of state.
His son Solomon sits by his since; David
stands up, and speaks : Thou, Solomon my son,
know thou the God of thy father, and serve him
with a perfect heart, and with a willing mind;
for the Lord searcheth all hearts, and under-
standeth all the imaginations of the thoughts:
if thou seek him he will be found of thee; but if
thou forsake him, he will cast thee off." He
then tells him that he shall build a beautiful
house for the worship of God; and encourages
him to be strong and of good courage, and
do it."
The old king also prays : "0 Lord God, give
unto Solomon, my son, a perfect heart, to keep
thy commandments, thy testimonies, and thy
statutes, and to do all these things, and to.build
the palace, for the which I have made pro-
vision."





THE HARD PROBLEM.


What a lovely scene is this-an aged king
praying for his princely son before the chiefs of
his people It was a prayer that God heard.

THE HARD PROBLEM.
I know of a boy who was preparing to enter
the junior class at the university. He was
studying trigonometry, and I gave him three
examples for his next lesson. The following
day he came into my room to demonstrate his
problems. Two of them he understood, but the
third-a very difficult one-he had not perform-
ed. I said to him, shall I help you ? "
"No, sir. I can and will do it, if you give
me time."
I said, Iwill give you all the time you wish."
The next day he came into my room to recite
another lesson in the same study.
Well, Simon, have you worked that ex-
ample ?"
,' No, sir," he answered; "but I can and will
do it, if you will give me a little more time."
Certainly; you shall have all the time you
desire."





THE CHILDREN'S HYMN.


I always like those boys who are determined
to do their own work; for they make our best
scholars, and men too. The third morning you
should have seen Simon enter my room. I
knew he had it, for his whole face told the story
of his success. Yes, he had it; notwithstand-
ing it had cost him many hours of the severest
mental labour. Not only had he solved the
problem, but, what was of infinitely greater im-
portance to him, he had begun to develop ma-
thematical powers which, under the inspiration
of I can and I will," he has continued to cul-
tivate, until to-day he is Professor of Mathema-
tics in one of our largest colleges, and one of
the ablest mathematicians in our country.
My young friends, let your motto ever be,
"If I can, I will."


THE CHILDREN's HYMN.
Jesus, when he lived on earth,
Little children blest;
Took them in his loving arms,
Laid them on his breast.





THE YOUNG FLY.


Now, although he lives on high,
Yet I know he will,
Kindly bending from the sky,
Hear an infant still.

Still are true the blessed words,
Ne'er to be forgot,
"Suffer such to come to Me,
And forbid them not."

Then to him I'll gladly come,
And will humbly pray,
"Jesus, take me for thine own,
Wash my sins away."


THE YOTNG FLY.
A young fly was resting with her mother on a
wall near a pot in which some water was boil-
ing. The old fly,, being obliged to leave her
daughter, said to her as she flew away, "My
child, you must remain where you are, and not
leave your place till I come back."
Why not, mamma ? asked the little fly.





THE YOUNG FLY.


"Because," said the mother, "I am afraid
you will go too near that boiling fountain"
(meaning the pot).
What is the reason I must not go near it ?"
"Because you will fall into that dreadful
place."
And why shall I fall in there, mamma ?"
"I cannot explain to you the reason; you
must trust to my experience. Every time that
a little fly has approached one of these boiling
fountains, from which you see many vapours
rising, I have observed that it always tumbles
in, and never gets out again."
The mother, thinking she had said enough,
flew away. But, no sooner was she gone, than
the little fly began to laugh at her advice. She
said to herself, "These old folks are always so
careful; why does my mother wish to deprive
me of the innocent pleasure of flying about a
little, near this fountain? Have I not wings-
and have I not sense enough to keep out of
danger ? Indeed, mother, you can talk wisely,
and I suppose you like to quote your own ex-
perience; but as for me, I am going to amuse
myself in flying round this fountain; and I. shall





I TAKE THE OTHER HAND.


like very much to see if I can't keep from tum-
bling in."
So saying, she flew away to the pot; but
hardly had she approached it, when the suffocat-
ing vapour overcame her, and she sank ex-
hausted into it. "Oh!" said she with her
expiring breath, how unhappy are those chil-
dren who will not listen to the advice of their
mother!"

"I TAKE THE OTHER HAND."
A lady once was going by a rope-walk. At
one end of the building she saw a little boy,
about nine years old, turning a large wheel.
He had to turn that wheel five hours every
day. He only received about 6 annas a day for
his work. But he had a poor sick mother at
home, and he was glad to be able to do any-
thing to help her.
"My little fellow," said the lady to him;
"don't you ever get tired of turning this
wheel?"
Yes, ma'am, sometimes," said he.
And what do you do then?" asked the
lady.






THE ARMADILLO.


"I take the other hand."
That was right. It was a noble reply. That
little fellow understood about the Latin pro-
verb. He was practising upon it. I have no
doubt that boy will make his mark in the world.
It is a great thing to know how to take the other
hand. Oh, don't give up, and begin to fret and
cry as soon as you feel tired, but just take the
other hand. Perseverance conquers all things."

THE ARMADILLO.


This is a curious little animal, having a coat
of armour to protect it from its foes. Even its


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THE ARMADILLO.


tail is covered with horny rings. The eyes are
small and the ears long. It burrows in the
ground, and makes its home a little depth
below.









The flesh of the armadillo is reckoned in
South America to be a great delicacy. Hunt-
ers pursue it into its holes, from whence it is
smoked out. Finding itself caught, it rolls it-
self up, and, if it can, will roll down a hill, or
cast itself over a rock, heedless where it may
fall. This little creature is of use in clearing
the ground of vast quantities of insects, which
would destroy the fruits of the earth. It has
its place in that arrangement which the good
and great Creator has made in his providence.





THE NEW HEART.


THE NEW HEART.
God says to you and to me, "My son, my
daughter, give me thy heart." What does he
want our hearts for ? He tells us why: "A
new heart will I give you, and a new spirit I
will put within you." The new heart is humble
and gentle and obedient and kind and loving
and holy and good, while the old heart is proud
and disobedient and selfish and cross and obstin-
ate. Would you not like above all things to
have a new heart? Will you not then to-day,
my child, pray him to give you a new heart, that
you may find that peace which can only be
found by those who know and love Him ? You
will certainly have an answer if you pray.


BEWARE OF SMALL BEGINNINGS.
Some workmen were lately building a large
brick tower, which was to be carried up very
high. In laying a corner, one brick, either by
accident or carelessness, was set a little out of
line. The work went on without its being
noticed, but as each course of bricks was kept





A CHILD'S PRAYER.


in line with those already laid, the tower was
not put up exactly straight, and the higher they
built the more insecure it became. One day,
when the tower had been carried up about fifty
feet, there was a tremendous crash. The build-
ing had fallen, burying the men in the ruins.
All the previous work was lost, the materials
'wasted, and worse still, valuable lives were
sacrificed,-and all from one brick laid wrong at
the start. The workman at fault in this matter
little thought how much mischief he was making
for the future.
Reader, do you ever think what may come
of one bad habit, one brick laid wrong, while
you are now building a character for life?
Remember that in youth the foundation is laid.
See that all is kept straight.



A CHILD'S PRAYER.
Lord, I have passed another day,
And come to thank thee for thy care;
Forgive my faults in work or play
And listen to my evening prayer.





CAN YOU COUNT.


Thy favor gives me daily bread
And friends who all my wants supply;
And safely now I rest my head,
Preserved and guarded by thine eye.
Look down in pity and forgive
Whate'er I've said or done amiss,
And help me every day I live
To serve thee better than in this.
Now while I speak be pleased to take
A helpless child beneath thy care;
And condescend, for Jesus' sake,
To listen to my evening prayer.

CAN YOU COUNT?
That is a strange question. Of course I can
count. Well, if you can, will you try ?
Can you count your mercies ? They have been
long continued, undeserved, and often unexpect-
ed. Not till you can count the stars can you
number up the blessings you have received.
Can you count your sins ? Alas how many
they are-sins of omission, sins of commission,
open sins, secret sins, sins of the heart, sins of
the tongue, sins of the life! They are more
than the hairs of your head.





GOOD RESOLUTIONS.


Can you count your enemies ? Many wicked
men, many fallen angels, many deceitful lusts,
pride, unbelief, ambition, covetousness, and
self-will, how they seek to destroy you!
Can you count your days ? Do you know
how time is flying, and how short time is ? It
is a moment, a little moment. 'So teach us to
number our days, that we may apply our hearts
unto wisdom.'

GOOD RESOLUTIONS.
As soon as I wake up in the morning I will
think of God. I will thank him for his goodness
in keeping me for the night, and ask him to be
with me through the day.
I will try always to be obedient to my father
and mother, and to do what they say.
At school I will try to have my lessons per-
fect. I will try to be kind to everybody, and
not to be cross or impatient.
I will try to behave as God's child, and pray
that he will help me to do so.





THE WORM IN A CIRCLE OF FIRE.


THE WORM IN A CIRCLE OF FIRE.
There was an Indian once who had become
a Christian. He was so full of thankfulness to
Jesus for pardoning his sins, and saving his
soul, that he was never tired of talking about
him, and of telling his friends what a wonder-
ful Saviour he was.
One day, a friend asked him what it was that
Jesus had done for him, that led him to be al-
ways talking so much about him. Instead of
replying in words, the grateful man took this
way of showing what Jesus had done for him,
and how necessary he had found his help to be.
He took some dry chips and little bits of
wood. With these he made a circle about a
foot in diameter. In the midst of this circle he
placed a worm. Then he set fire to the circle
of dry materials, and instantly there was a wall
of fire blazing all round the poor worm. The
worm crawled up to the edge of the fire, first on
one side, and then on another. At last, finding
there was no way of escape for it anywhere, it
went to the middle of the circle, as far from the
fire as it could get. Then the Indian put his





60 THE WORM IN A CIRCLE OF FIRE.


finger down and let the worm crawl upon it,
and so lifted it out from the danger that sur-
rounded it.
There," said the Indian, you, see what
Jesus did for me. God was angry with me for
my sins. His anger surrounded me on every
side, just like that circle of fire. I had looked
everywhere for help, but could not find it.
Then Jesus reached forth his hand and saved
me. Do you wonder that I love to tell about
what he has done for me ?"


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