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nor to teach a class, nor to write a book ; but you can be a punctual and diligent pupil, and the good of your example will be felt by every person in the school ; and you could find no better way of advocating or spreading the noble institution than by becoming a good specimen of its fruits.”
“Religious books and tracts are now very cheap; but if you have neither tracts, nor money to buy them, the best way will be to look upon yourself as a tract-praying for Divine grace, that no one may see or find in you, from day to day, any other than Christian qualities; sach as uprightness, diligence, kindness, love, peace, faith, hope, and charity. Do this, and you will be doing what tracts are intended to do. You will be setting forth the beauty of piety, and will thus become a real friend and promoter of the Tract Society."
" You make it quite plain to me, uncle. I never saw things in this light before. I will try my very best to do all that you say. But tell me how I can help missionary societies."
“By becoming a Missionary yourself, though in a very huinble way. If you cannot go abroad, you may be useful at home. If you cannot go through all the country, be content to remain where you are in your own neighbourhood. Whenever you meet with any one less informed than yourself, try to render him wiser by telling him something useful that he does not know. And should you fall in with one who appears to be ignorant that all have sinned, and that Jesus Christ is the only Saviour-young as you are, you may venture to make it known to him in a very humble, kind-hearted way, and then you will, in reality, be lending a helping hand to missionary societies."
“ Thank you, uncle. You have shown me how to be useful in a way that I shall not forget."
“ We are all of us too apt, Morgan, to think of the great things we would do, if we occupied the stations of others, instead of doing the best we can in our own. I have supposed a boy who has no money, but you have many pennies in the course of the year which you spend
without profit to yourself or others. A little industry or economy would enable you to send a ten-dollar library (such as the American School Union publishes) to some poor Sunday-school at the West; or, perhaps, half-a-dozen Bibles, such as can be had, in good binding and good print, for twenty-five cents; or, it may be but a single Testament, which costs only six and a quarter cents; or, at the very least, a two-cent Hymn-book, which may be the means of saving some child's soul from everlasting death. Every one who has a willing mind, and who looks up to his heavenly Father for a blessing on his endeavours, may do good in a hundred ways, and be a helper in the cause of benevolence and piety. Surely you can pray for these societies, and thus help all their operations. Look out for opportunities of being useful, and you will be sure to find them. Be humble; but be also active and in earnest, bearing in mind the words of the poet:
". Though thou hast neither talent, skill,
Nor learning's golden store :
American Child's Companion.
THE NEW BOOK. “ ANOTHER new thing, Cecil!"
“ That is right, uncle ! that is right! I do love to hear you say, another new thing! How old is the new thing that you are going to tell me of ?”
“Only about five or six thousand years." “ Five or six thousand years! and yet you call it new !”
“ Yes, Cecil-I call it new on account of the new parpose to which you are to apply it. The new thing you are about to hear of, I shall call a new book, and you must learn to read it."
“ But has it any pictures in it?” “ Pictures! It has nothing but pictures in it! Some
of these are grave, some fearful, some beautiful, and others so transporting, that you cannot look at them without the tears coming into your eyes in a moment."
“Show it me, uncle! show it me! Are there many pictures in it?”
" It is made up of pictures-thousands of pictures; and then they are so large!”
“ Thousands of large pictures! O, let us have the book spread out on the great round table. I see we shall have a fine treat. The book! the book, uncle! The new book !”
“ As to spreading out the new book on the great round table, that will be impossible; for it is far too large for any table to hold it."
“I never heard of such a thing! A book larger than the great round table! That must be a curiosity! We will open it then on the parlour floor."
“ The parlour floor is not half big enough."
“ Uncle, you astonish me! But we must have the book opened, however big it may be; we shall find room for it on the lawn, I am sure.”
“Not so, Cecil; for the book of which I have been speaking, is bigger than the world !"
" What! bigger than the world! Now, uncle, how can you possibly make it out that this new book, let it be what it will, is bigger than the world ?"
"I think you will admit that it is so, when I tell you that the new book is THE SKY, and that the pictures are the heavenly bodies and the beautiful clouds which adorn it."
“ The sky! But why should you call it a book? A book is to be read, and how can we read the sky?"
“With a little instruction, I trust you will be able to read it very well. You have heard of the two great books of our heavenly Father: the book of Revelation and that of Creation. Now, if creation be called a book, why should I not call the sky a book, if I find that it sets forth much of our great Creator, which I am able to read ?"
“0! how I should like to be able to read the book of the sky!"
“ Astronomers read the book of the sky, philosophers read it, and why should not Christians? Yet among the thousands who are daily looking at the pictures of this book, how few are there who comprehend what they mean! Thousands have not yet learned the Alphabet of the skies. But listen, while I explain the language of a few of these pictures; for God speaks by them to us, and we ought to understand Him. When we see above our heads at night, the great book of the sky opened, and the glowing picture of the stars spread out before us, it is as though God was manifesting his wisdom, power, and goodness to us; and the language of the picture is, . Believe me !!'”
“I knew you would make it come right."
" When the tempest is abroad, and the big black clouds hang heavy in the air—when the forked lightnings flash to and fro, and the bursting thunder seems to shake the solid earth and the heavens—when the rain comes down like a deluge! what says the awful picture of the skies ? It says, as distinctly as if the voice of the Holy One was heard, Fear me!'”
" That is an awful picture! I seem to understand all that you mean, now, uncle."
“ When the storm has passed by, and the rain has subsided when the heavens are lit up on one side by the glorious sun, and spanned on the other by the glowing rainbow, the picture of the sky appeals to every eye and heart. God speaks through it, and his language is, • Trust me!!!"
“ Better and better! I do see that you may really read the pictures in the sky."
“When the heavens above are clear, and bright, and blue, and peaceful; and when the piled-up snowy clouds with their sunlit edges are still—when the vault above is so beautifully tranquil that our spirit feels expanding with joy and thankfulness; again it appears as if God were speaking, and the language of the picture of the new book is, · Love me!'”
“ You should have been a painter, uncle !”
“ When the rising sun is gilding the firmament with glory, and when his setting beams are mingling purple, azure, and crimson, with a flood, nay, a sea of molten gold; we look at the picture with astonishment and admiration, and though half blinded by our tears, we are still able to read what is written in the picture before us. Hardly could the Lord of heaven and earth utter more distinctly the expression, · Praise me!'”
“ You make the meaning of every picture so plain, that it must be just as you say."
"I have now explained the language of a few pictures in the new book; but sometimes the pictures so mingle what is striking, awful, convincing, beautiful, and transporting, that one thing at a time is not enough to satisfy us, and we are compelled to believe, fear, trast, love, and praise
him altogether.” !! “ Well! I did not expect, uncle, when you called out li to me, . Another new thing, Cecil! another new thing!" that it would turn out to be what it is. At first, after you talked of thousands of large pictures,' I felt disappointed to find that it was the sky you meant; but you have satisfied me. The sky is a new book to me now, and I shall do my best to learn to read it, and to understand as many of the pictures in it as I can."
A FAITHFUL DAUGHTER. In one of the interior districts of an American State, there lived, some twenty years ago, a family by the name of Kilpatrick. They were regular attendants on the ministry of the Rev. Mr. C., the worthy and intelligent pastor of a large Presbyterian church in the immediate neighbourhood. Mr. K. had several children-one, an interesting little daughter, about eleven years old, at the time of which we speak. Her name was Elizabeth; but she was usually called Betty, by her family. She was going to school in the country, where there was a score of girls, ranging from