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chambers within. No sooner was diately without the garden gate. our presence observed, than we Proceeding from the garden tofound ourselves in the midst of a wards the Obelisk, we passed some crowd of black Nubian slaves, from recent excavations consisting of the whose importunities we were glad two lintels of a gateway on which to escape.

Their hair and skins the hieroglyphics were clearly and were glossy with castor-oil. We did | deeply cut. The cartouches were not escape without one of my com- those of Osirtasen I., which would panions being robbed of his watch. show this gateway to be of the On leaving the slave-market, we

same date as the Obelisk, and it was passed gradually out of the suburbs probably connected with the same and presently traversed a delight-vast temple. The Obelisk appeared fully fertile plain. The whole to me of more graceful shape than distance from Cairo to Heliopolis, Cleopatra's needles which originally is about eight miles; and half way

came from hence. But more surbetween the two lies the pretty prising than their beauty is the village of Mattarëeh, of which we thought that these monuments of stopped to inspect the Mosque, “On” were standing as they now this we were allowed to do on stand, when Joseph was in Egypt, taking off our shoes. As we ap- and that they were almost as old as proached the site of the antient our cathedrals, when Moses was “On,” the fields and gardens in- studying the learning of the Egypcreased in beauty; the pathway tians beneath their shade. along which we rode, being shaded In returning homewards, between with Sont trees-a species of Mattarëeh and Cairo, we passed Acacia, supposed to be the antient through a crowd of some three Shittim-wood, and bearing a small hundred of the fellahs, or poor yellow flower, exhaling the most Egyptian labourers; who had been delightful perfume. At a short employed, as masons, in building distance before reaching the ruins Abbas Pasha’s palace. They are of the Temple of the Sun, is the furnished to the Pasha by the spot where it is said the Blessed villages; the Shiekh of each vil. Mary and S. Joseph rested, she lage being responsible for a certain bearing the “Sun of Righteousness” number of labourers who are sent in her arms, when they first fled in lieu of taxes. The labourers are into Egypt; a sycamore of great changed every week; at night they antiquity marks the site, and a well are enclosed in a kind of prison, of water, once salt but now turned lest they should be tempted to run pure, is shown. I was pleased to back to their villages. When I be able to recall our Lord's flight saw them they were collected beinto Egypt, in a spot at once so fore the door of their place of lovely and so remarkable, and to confinement, and were being counthink that beneath the shadow of ted as they entered, one by one; those Sun-Fanes, where the science an officer stood by, with a courbash, of ages had laboured to solve the or whip, with which he adminisproblems of the unseen in its wor- tered punishment to those who ship of the Light of this world, had neglected their work. These that here, even here, the Babe of Egyptian fellahs looked, certainly, Bethlehem had rested. The old less happy than the Nubian slaves sycamore, marking the site, stands I had recently seen in the market, in a lovely garden laid out in gay and yet the fellahs are considered flower-beds. The well is imme- free labourers.

MESSAGES FOR THE CHILDREN.

WILD FLOWERS FOR THE YOUNGEST. EARLY in the spring Ruth Norman | but to very many the primrose will said to her little pupils, Fanny and

be the first flower of the year. Emily Weston, let us walk out my Shall I tell you a little story which children and see if the sun has was once told me when I was very brought out our beautiful spring young: Yes, said Emily, tell us, flowers. We will go by the brook Miss Norman. Is it true? said that runs through Edith's dell, and Fanny. Yes, Fanny, the moral of then follow the canal bank until we the story is true; but you will come to the farm, where I can rest understand that the word story while you amuse yourselves with sometimes means, that it is a work the pigeons and poultry. Oh, yes, of the imagination. By this time Miss Norman, we shall be so very they had come to Edith's dell. The happy, let us go directly, said both brook was swollen with the recent together, we shall enjoy the morn- rain, and ran along bubbling and ing and come home quite rosy to making that soft noise which is so dinner. But we shall first have the pleasant to the ear. The children lessons, said Miss Norman. Ah, now saw one primrose on the opposite Emily, those stupid lessons. But I side of the dell; oh! what a beauknow them, so never mind. And I tiful flower! they both exclaimed, know mine, said Fanny, they are and we cannot get it. That shali very easy to-day. And would be

be our flower then, said Miss Norevery day, said Miss Norman, if man, and we will talk about it, and you gave time to them, and also think what a good thing it is we attention. The lessons were brought, cannot get all we wish. What said quickly, and very soon they harm could I do by picking that were dressed and ready to go. flower_said Fanny, if I could get

My basket, said Emily, bring my at it. Perhaps none, was the reply, basket Fanny; it is in the play only remember that the sight of it room, and nurse will give it you, has given you pleasure, and will get it for me if you please. No, please others'; why then should you said Miss Norman, we shall not pluck it, and selfishly enjoy what want a basket to-day. Yes, said others may share, if you leave it Emily, I want it to put the flowers there? Because, because, Miss in. You will not pick them to-day Norman, if I don't pick the flower, Emily, said Miss Norman, there can the next person that passes may. be but few. But why not, Miss It is true, my dear child, but are Norman; why not, said Fanny, if not you the better for having given there are but two we can bring him an opportunity of doing what them home, and put them into our you have done, and very much vases, they will look very pretty better for having thought of others' there. Yes, very pretty; you and enjoyments as well as your own. I shall see them, smell their sweet Now, children, listen and I will perfume, and enjoy them, perhaps, tell you what an old gardener told for two or three days; but others He was a wise old man, and will not see them, dear children, since I have left my home, I have God has given to you many good found he had a wisdom not of this gifts, you have had already snow- world, for he had learned how to drops, and crocuses, and hyacinths, live as a Christian. Now for the story. Under the bank which because she had been fond of them, formed a division between our gar- reared them, as the patient old lady den and the road, there were a large said, from slips which she had number of the roots of the early thought could not live. Now go on primrose, the sun shone upon it, with the story if you please, said and long before the other primroses Emily. The gardener was pleased shewed any sign of budding, the to see so many respect the flower old man said he saw that his bank and pass it by; there came, however, was covered with buds, and he one day, a little boy with his nurse : watı hed them daily that he might pretty primrose, he said, I'll gather hail the first primrose of the year. you, you smell so sweet, and are And he was not alone, he said, for very pretty, you shall be my own he fancied that the birds sung to flower. No, said the nurse, do not the flower, and he saw them

me.

pick the pretty flower, master pluming their wings, singing love Freddy, leave it for others to look notes, and hopping along the bank ; at. No, said he, I will have it-I they sung of the spring time, and will have it, and he plucked it from of the flowers.

the bank. And the old man sighed, And is that all? said Emily. No, more for the wilfulness of the child, said Miss Norman, not near all the than that the first flower of the story; have patience, and you shall year was gone. The weather was hear more.

The old man continued cold, so there were no more for a to watch his flowers, and was pleased week to replace it, and the birds, to find that many loved the flowers said the old man, will sing no more beside himself, one day a little girl to my flower, and he saw the sick passed by, and she stooped down to people resting awhile, and when smell the primrose, and when she they missed the flower it reminded caught its faint perfume, shall I pick them how their young hopes had it mamma? she said. No, dear child, leave it for others to enjoy as we And what did the little boy do have done. Pretty flower, she said, with the flower, said Fanny, did he I will not pluck you, mamma says take it home and keep it alive, and you are the first flower of the year, shew it to his mamma? and are sent to gladden the heart of No, the old man watched him, he the sick and sorrowful, and the smelt it again and again, talked to poor suffering ones will say, it is it of its sweetness and beauty, then spring. So warned by her mother he plucked leaf from leaf, and threw she spared the flower for the love of the stem away.

He had grown others, and for its own sake. And tired of the pretty plaything, and I would do so now Miss Norman, the flower that many had admired said Emily, only I don't think and loved, he was tired of and every body is like the little girl or her mamma, and many people don't What a silly little boy, said care about flowers. But how many Emily, if he only wanted to pull do? said Miss Norman, do you the ower to pieces, why did he remember the geraniums in the gather it? little broken mugs, and how lame For his own pleasure, said Miss Crofts prized them. Yes, said | Norman. Fanny, but they were her daugh- But how soon he grew tired of it, ter's who had gone to America,

and threw it away! they called her to mind. Yes, my Yes, dear children, he was not dear child, but they recalled her contented to enjoy with others, the

died away:

threw away.

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beauties of nature, he wished to could not tell; but most of the enjoy them selfishly.

country legends have some truth in And was it wrong to pluck a sin- | them, said Miss Norman. gle flower ?

And we shall hear about Edith's No, not wrong, only that it dell; so clapping their hands they shewed the child's character.

ran off to see the poultry. And it was selfish, said Emily. Yes, said Miss Norman.

Then may we not pluck the field flowers? said Fanny. Are we to

BIRD AND THE FEATHER. be as careful of them as of our

Not by Hans Christian Andersen. choicest geraniums?

And why not, said Miss Norman ? It was a bright warm sun; and the Because they are our own, and

wind blew briskly from the river. require care; and gardener keeps Up, up, up, down, down, down, them for mamma, and would be round, round, round, this way, that angry if we picked them.

way, all ways, hither, thither, backAnd who gives the field flowers ? wards, forwards, right, left, to, fro, and who makes them grow?

north, south, east, west,-danced a Almighty God, said Emily. light and giddy-headed feather, spinThen, dear child, said Miss Nor- ning whirligigs and hornpipes to its

heart's content. man, do not you think that it is good to have the same spirit as He

At last it fell down exhausted, Who gives thus richly, a free and during a lull. joyous spirit?

“I hope, sir, that you have not Yes, said Emily, we all must hurt yourself,” said a good-natured wish to be good.

little skylark, tripping by gently, Then when you see the sunshine, with a sweet and silvery voice. smell the sweet flowers, drink in Ah! my dear little fellow, is the fresh air, hear the song of the that you ?" cried the jaunty feather, birds, do not think only how much “hurt myself? no; trust me for you enjoy them yourselves, but how that; I always manage to fall lightly, many can partake of the blessings come now, let us run a race toyou enjoy, how many can, by a gether.” Little self-denial on your part, enjoy

And, the breeze springing up that which would be otherwise again, away flew the feather; up, denied them.

up, up, down, down, down, round, And if we do not, shall we, like round, round; this way, that way, the little boy, grow tired of our all ways, hither, thither, backwards, flowers?

forwards, right, left, to, fro, north, Yes, dear children, and perhaps, south, east, west, -as before ; leavas he did, destroy them as quickly, . ing the sober little skylark fairly in for no one so surely dries up the the lurch. sources of his own pleasure, as Presently, the wind blew up a he who refuses to share them with cloud or two, and it came on to rain. others.

You would either have laughed They were now at the farm, and or wept, to see the washy, sneaking Emily asked Miss Norman to tell face put on by the soiled and rumher why it was called Edith's dell, pled feather, as it lay dripping and and she promised that they should shivering by the kennel there, lookhear the account which the people | ing fairly ashamed of itself, as it gave of it, whether true or not, she well rnight do.

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Our FATHER, WHICH ART IN and yet Thou hast not let Thy HEAVEN: What manner of love is heritage be confounded! in tender it that Thou hast bestowed upon pity Thou hast not sanctified Thy us, that we should be called “Thy NAME among us, for Thy great sons,” co-heirs of glory with Thy goodness sake, in just severity! Eternal Son Christ Jesus! What Our sins, not small, and few, and must our guilt be, when we the secret; but grievous, infinite, and while honour Thée not as FA- presumptuous, against Thy express THER, nor demean ourselves as word and will, and against our own children, and for the most part live consciences, rise up in judgment as if unmindful and unthankful for against Thy servants; and yet, so Thy great and heavenly gifts ? great is Îhy longsuffering, that

Ås members of Thy Church Ca- | through the grace of true repentholic, as members one of another, tance and confession, we may still in the mystical body of Thy Son, dare to plead that compassion which oh! would that we saw, would that was so mightily purchased for us, we felt our shame and confusion, by the bloodshedding of Thy beour mockery of Thee, our niockery | loved Son! yea, plead that it may of ourselves, when we thus call on even prevail with Thee to turn to Thee daily to sanctify and HALLOW Thy glory all that now directly Thy NAME: the while passing our tends to blot and stain it. Yeng time of probation here, in contempt that according to Thy goodness, of Thy authority, neglect of Thy highness, majesty, and mercy; and will, and deadness of desire after not according to Thy justice to us Thy glory! Merciful FATHER! as sinners, Thou, (being willing

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