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| oaks. But flecks of glorious colour are left I walked through the woods to-day. still among the withered things, lights Have you been watching the leaves dimming with their lingering benison and their and brightening on the trees? The ash touches of late joy. leaves grow pale yellow; the elm leaves! While I walked, little Maud, I listened, grow deeper orange; the beeches brown; and the forest seemed to chant a psalm. the chestnuts are ablaze with crimson and I do not know where it found voice, for gold.

there was neither breeze nor bird. But This early afternoon the forcst keeps the psalm was so very lovely, I sat on a state. The sun has so flushed all its vistas | low mound, and said:

-one is but aware of a glory, a brooding! If my fairy Maud were here, would she of utter peace. The late love of Autumn | hear the same words as I?' is on it, the finger too of its decay. Mixed I do not think she would. Little Maud with the brilliant leaves are clusters of has all the years to fill. She would only crumpled brown.

hear the happy music of her own young And the fungi-do you note the fungi? | hope. Dim green, rose colour, pyramids of pure That is well, little Maud. Hope on snow. The flowers are dead among the joyfully. More than hope or dream has hedge-roots ;-dead among the roots of the I imagined, life, perhaps, has hid for you.



One of God's sacred gifts is this, the Through the parted branches of the trees unutterable hope of youth; in itself a | let us look up and see the sky, and remember glory and a beauty, and an earnest of all diviner words, with a promise of the the possible.

yearned-for good. But when life lies half behind, we hear My peace I give unto you.' Dear and other voices in the trees.

sweet promise. Yet we take the gift so This old and lovely village lies in the seldom. And the beautiful floods our forest, as you know. A mass of ancient hearts with sorrow as often as with calm. cedar stands out black against the paler Good-bye.

H. W. H. W. foliage; a tremulous acacia lifts its long feathered branches, in tender lace-work, on the blue, faint, autumn sky. And between

THE TEETOTAL MAN. and among the green, rise the clustered,

DASSING along the village street, twisted chiinnies of the quiet, old dreamy

1 Where some children merrily ran, houses, of their dormer windows perched

I heard amid the rush of feet, high up in nests of ivy green.

Hurrah, for the teetotal man!' 'Tis so sweet a village, little Maud, I wish you could be always here. We should I looked, and saw a chubby boy, walk, in scarce half-an-hour, to this forest Whose years were but merely a span, glade where I sit.

O'er all his face were gleams of joyWe should listen together then, for the Hurrah, for the teetotal man! forest-psalms in the trees. I think in these same shadows Herbert made some of his

The neighbours knew his word was sure, hymns. Woodford was his home for a For he'll do whatever he can year, when delicate health forced him to To follow all that's good and purewithdraw to some such quiet spot. · One Hurrah, for the teetotal man! could wish no lovelier quiet for thoughts of

Poverty clogs the drunkard's wife,
God and heaven.
And the hymn of another voice, hushed

And her face is sickly and wan;

A curse seems hanging o'er each lifemany years ago, comes back with the same

Hurrah, for the teetotal man! sweet music as rings through these autumn trees.

Stick to the pledge. Be earnest, boys! Our God, we thank Thee who hast made

Keep well in the temperance van, The earth so bright,

For there you will have truest joysSo full of splendour and of joy,

Hurrah, for the teetotal man! 1. c. Beauty and light! So many glorious things are here,


THREE Prizes are offered for the largest number of "We thank Thee too that Thou hast made

correct answers to the Questions during 1880. The

Competition is limited to those under 14 years of age. Joy to abound,

The answers to be sent to the REV. JOHN KAY, So many gentle thoughts and deeds

2 Cumin Place, Grange, Edinburgh, by the 25th of

each month.
Circling us round,
That in the darkest spot of earth
Some love is found.

28 In which verse of one of the Old Testa

ment prophets does the writer quote from an 'We thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast kept earlier prophet? The best in store;

29 Where does a prophet tell us that he We have enough, yet not too much,

understood, by having studied the writings of

another prophet, that God was about to deliver To long for more;

His people? A yearning for a deeper peace

30 Where does one apostle refer to epistles Not known before.

written by another apostle?

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s one bright spring morning as she skipped lightly in by the open study window to where her brother sat reading, • I have found such a beauty of a nest in the old tree; can it be our pretty Robin that has built there?'- Not if it is in a tree,' explained Alfred. Robins build on the ground, generally at the root of a tree or hedge.'_Anyhow, put away that tiresome book and come to the garden with me.'• Indeed, Annie, how do you know that it is tiresome,' was the laughing reply, seeing you haven't read it?' Of course the book was not tiresome to Alfred. He was fond of tales of adventure; and this was an account of a real voyage to the Artic Regions, that strange weird • land of snow and night.' But Alfred Maitland had already learned to be able cheerfully to give up his own wishes for the gratification of others; and so now, closing the book, he joined his young sister and led her off in a merry gallop down the garden path, as only big brothers know how, prudently pausing, however, before coming to the tree, lest the unusual noise should frighten the bird. Alfred admired the nest quite as much as his sister expected, and well he might; for a chaffinch's nest, as this was, is one of the neatest of nests, and with its green moss walls and soft lining it forms such a cosy resting place for the pretty speckled eggs. *But, Annie,' said her brother, we must not come here very often until after the eggs are hatched; then there will be no danger of the bird forsaking its young, and we can watch the father and mother carrying food, which the funny little creatures make such wide mouths to receive.'

After carefully removing all signs of their footsteps from the grass about the tree, our two children went off for a walk by the river side. A short way down the road they were met by one of the village boys, who was carrying something very cautiously in his cap, which the young Maitlands soon perceived to be a bird's nest

with four lovely blue eggs, that Tom had just helped himself to from a hedge close by.

You cruel wicked boy,' exclaimed Annie, to have robbed the poor bird of her nest.'_ That is none of your business,' was the rude answer. But indeed it is, and I shall tell my papa to have you punished. The boy only laughed at this foolish threat, but Annie had that very morning heard her father speaking of some one who had been taken up for interfering with game on a neighbouring estate, and in the eyes of our little girl a hedge sparrow was as precious as a pheasant.

But, Tom,' said Alfred more gently, it doesn't seem quite fair, does it, to run off with the poor birds' property. They must have spent a great deal of time and labour in building themselves so beautiful a house : it is enough to break their hearts when they come back and find it gone. We get so much pleasure too from the singing of birds, it is rather hard lines to give them only pain in return.'

This was quite a new view of the case to the country Arab,' and he began to look a bit ashamed of himself; for Tom was not so much a really hard?hearted boy as that idle habits had been his snare, and we know that Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to de.

It can't be helped now any way,'was the half repentant answer. Here a bright thought struck Annie. Oh, Alf,'she said, 'couldn't we put back the nest if Tom is willing to give it up?' Alfred was doubtful if the bird would return, but they might try. And so this was accomplished to the entire satisfaction of the children, but whether or not to that of the original owners of the nest we dont pretend to say.

Tom now rather puzzled Alfred by asking if there was any difference between La fellow like me taking a shie al a bird and the gentry going out for the same thing with dogs and guns? '“I am not sure that I can explain this

rightly, Tom, but there is papa coming | along the meadow path ; let us ask hiru.

When Mr Maitland heard what was wanted

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