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LITTLE JANE'S KITTEN.
'/"* OME and see our pretty wee kittens, >-* Jane. Just look what a beauty this one is. Would you like to have it 1'
'Yes, I would; but perhaps mother would not allow me to keep it.'
'You might ask her. I wish so much you would take one, for I don't like to think of the poor wee thing being drowned.'
'I will go this very minute.' And away went little Jane to tell her mother of the pretty little kittens, and to ask her permission to bring one home to be her own pet. Her mother was at first unwilling to have the kitten, as she was afraid that Jane would not take very good care of it; but as she promised to be very kind to it— to give it some of her own porridge and milk every morning, and never to tease it, her mother at last gave her consent, and Jane bounded away back again to tell her companion the good news.
Nelly was quite as happy as Jane when she heard this, for she was a tenderhearted little girl, and it was a great relief to her to know that the pretty little kitten would not be drowned. The two girls carefully examined each kitten, and having fixed on the one which they both thought the prettiest, it was put into a basket, and Nelly accompanied little Jane home with her treasure. Soon the kitten was comfortably settled in her new home, where she was duly admired by all the family; and for a time Jane was very, very kind to her. In the morning, whenever she got up, she would go to see her little pet, and many times in the day she would supply her with food and drink, and was so fond of her, that Jane's mother was glad she had allowed her little daughter to have this pet. It pleased her mother to see her child so kind to a dumb animal.
But, by and by, when the novelty of having a pet had worn off, the poor wee kitten was not so well cared for. Jane was a warm-hearted little girl, and did not mean to be unkind to any creature, but any new thing would occupy her attention so much that she would forget . every
thing else. Her uncle had sent her some new toys, and these so occupied her time and thoughts, that she sometimes quite forgot to give pussy her breakfast. Observing this, her mother resolved to talk to Jane about it. ..
'Do you not think it is very unkind to treat a dumb animal so?' she asked.
'I did not mean it, mother; really I did not mean it,' Jane replied.
'Certainly, you did not mean to starve your pet, but you must not be so forgetful. Solomon says, "Arighteous man regardeth the life of his beast;" that is, he remembers that it is God's creature, and that, while God has made the lower animals servants to man, it is his duty to treat them kindly. Dumb animals are very grateful to those who are kind to them. They are far more grateful to their masters than men are to God. God's own words arc, "The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib; but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider." Cats, when kindly treated, sometimes shew much attachment to their owners.'
Listen to what a correspondent in the Fireside magazine writes: 'For three years we kept two fine cats; but finding then that they would not agree, we sent one to a friend at a distance of five or six miles. Before he had been a week in his new abode he ran away, and except that he was seen by a neighbour after a few days, he had not been heard of for six months. At the end of that time we saw him in the garden with our cat, and brought him into the house. He immediately seemed to recognise all his old friends, and took possession of his favourite place, the top of a sofa, where he always sat during meal times. I think the fact of his returning after so long a period proves that cats retain affection both for people and places.'
Little Jaue wondered if her pet would find its way back to her if any one took it away, and she resolved to be always gentle when playing with pussy, and never again to forget to feed her. Soon the child's care was rewarded. Pussy learned to know her young mistress, and would come nt her call. One day she came to her mewing piteously. Jane wondered what was wrong, and followed the cat outside the door to see what was the matter. A little forsaken kitten was lying on the ground a short distance from the door. Jane lifted the kitten and carried it to a neighbouring house, to which it belonged; and when she saw it thus cared for, pussy seemed quite pleased. The cat had seen the strayed kitten from a window, and was quite restless and unhappy till it was taken to its home. Was not this an example of kindness to the weak and suffering?
Jesus tells us that not a sparrow falls to the ground without our Father. If God so cares for every creature He has made, surely we should be careful not to hurt any living thing. Cowper writes:
'I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine
M. T. S.
'/^H! What ever shall I do with
\-J Harry?' said Mary Lindsay, half
to herself, and half to the passers by. 'He
won't go to school and I shall be too late.
'HE WON'T GO TO SCHOOL.'
You obstinate boy,' she continued, strongly tempted to give the little fellow a good shaking, but controlling herself—'come along, don't you hear the clock striking?'
But no—nothing would make Harry more on. He planted his foot as doggedly as a mule or a donkey, and would neither be drawn nor driven. It was not till he had been threatened with not getting to the excursion next Saturday, and then coaxed with the promise of a new ball, that the stubborn boy consented to go, slowly and reluctantly, to his forenoon's work.
Now Harry was not, in general, what you would call a bad boy; but things had gone rather against him that morning, and he had gone much more against himself. To begin with: he was very sleepy when called to get up, lay too long in bed, and then was cross at all around him, as if they were to blame. Of course, his porridge was cold when, after scrambling somehow into his clothes, he took his place at the breakfast table, sulky and sour.
Most unfortunately, Harry's boots had been newly mended; this he thought a mortal injuiry, of which he had quite a right to complain; and nothing would make these boots go on. Ah! I know what would have made them slip on, as if they had been oiled. Had it been Saturday morning, and Harry had been going to slide on the pond at the back of his father's house, it would all have been plain sailing, as grown up people say. He would have been dressed in proper time for breakfast, and the boots would have entered into his plans, putting themselves on without the slightest difficulty.
Now, I don't see why Harry's mother, Mary, and his brother, should all have been made uncomfortable, because Harry happened to be sleepy, and because it was Wednesday and not Saturday—do you? Suppose the little fellow had felt cross and peevish, when he rubbed his eyes and was most unwillingly dragged out of bed, would it not have been better to have struggled with 'the black dog upon his back,' than have quarrelled with all around him? He would have been a brave boy had he done so—the Bible tells us, 'He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.'
COME UNTO ME.
ABOVE the turmoil of each distant nation, The ceaseless clamour of life's sounding sea, Steals a low voice in earnest invitation, 'Come unto Me.'
I sit enthroned the Lord of life and glory;
All power is Mine, illimitable, free;
Long years ago, I lived, and loved, unaided,
Unblessed by seraph tongue, or human praise: This fair creation, my right hand hath made it In ancient days.
And My delights have been from the beginning
Come unto Me! ye spirits, worn and weary,
Come unto Me! though sin riselike a mountain,
Come unto Me! ye souls bowed -down with
Come unto Me! young hearts in life's gay
Come unto Me! I long to help and save you.
Come! take my yoke, true love delights to wear it; Lend me your load, and lean upon my
Then, joy be yours,bid others come and ahareiv. Yes! come and rest. J. *. iva.
'CONSIDER ONE ANOTHER.'
TfHE following story in the life of the late
-*. Macdowal Grant of Arndilly is a truly
practical commentary on this text. He
tells it thus: 'There was on my estate in
the West Indies, a wretched old drunken
negro rat catcher; very clever at his
business when sober, but only sober at rare
and uncertain intervals. I felt concerned
for the poor old man, as I saw that drink
was dragging him, body and soul, down to
perdition; and I spoke very earnestly to
tim, urging him to become a teetotaller, as
that seemed to me his only chance. I was
not a little taken aback when the old man
suddenly turned round upon me with, 'AH
very well for massa tell dis poor nigger to
give up his drop o' rum, when massa sit at
dinner and drink him wine.' And I suppose
the old man was more taken aback still when
I replied, 'Look here, Sambo, if you will
give up the rum, I will give up the wine.'
The poor old man's heart was touched by
such an offer from such a quarter, and then
and there we both took the pledge together.'
Mr Grant's nephew adds that the old man
kept the pledge, and by this means was
rescued from ruin. 'Bear ye one another's
burdens and so fulfil the law of Christ.'
THE LITTLE SWISS DAUGHTER.
(From the French.)
WHO has not heard of the high mountains and deep valleys of Switzerland? In some places the mountains are so high that the inhabitants of the valleys can only see the sun for a short time at mid-day. Between these high mountains are deep and narrow ravines; sometimes a a great rock falls and lodges in one of these ravines, thus forming a natural bridge by which people cross to save themselves going round by the valley.
On the slope of a mountain near one of these bridges dwelt a- little girl whose mother believed in Jesus, and often told her child the story of His wondrous love. She told her how He had pitied us, and had loved us so much that He had shed His
own blood to take away our sins. But the child's father was not pious. He never assembled his family to pray with them. He laboured hard to procure for them the good things of this life; but he never urged them to lay up treasures in heaven.
One day, when the mother went to cross the ravine, she observed that the frost had nearly separated the piece of rock, and that it was ready to fall. She told her little daughter that if any one put his foot upon it, the rock would fall, and he would be thrown down into the abyss.
Next day, while her mother was absent, her father told the child that he was going to cross the bridge. She warned him of the danger; but her father only laughed and said that he had crossed the bridge many a time, and that he feared nothing. When the dear child saw that she could not dissuade her father from going, she asked permission to accompany him.
As they walked along the road, the little girl looked up in her father's face and said:
'Father, if I am going to die, will you promise me that you will love Jesus, and come and meet me in heaven?'
'What puts such a foolish thought into your little head? You are not going to die; you are only a little girl; you will livu many years yet.'
'Yes; but if I should die, will you promise to love Jesus as I do, and to come and meet me again in heaven?'
'But you are not going to die; do not speak of it then,' said he.
'But if I should die, promise me, dear father, that you will be a Christian, and that you will come to live with Jesus and with me in heaven.'
'Ah! well, yes, my child,' said he at last.
When they came near the bridge, the child said:
'Father, stay here a little moment, if you please.'
She knew that her father was not prepared to die. She loved him tenderly, and wished to risk her life to save him. Running before him, she bounded upon the rock, which immediately gave way, rolled into the abyss, drawing the poor child with it.