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mittens are often used to save the skin
from being dyed. "L ELPING mother!' I think I hear Did you ever think of the home at
some school-boy say, with rather a Nazareth, where the child Jesus' lived, scornful look, as he reads our title, that's and was subject to his parents? The not a thing for me; well enough for girls usuial work that goes on in the house of a to "help mother” in mending stockings or common tradesman now-a-days, would be putting the room to rights, but not for done there; and no doubt He who pleased boys; we have something else to think of.' not Himself, and whose tender care for his
Not so fast, my young friend; helping mother lasted all through His earthly life, mother' can never be beneath any boy or found many opportunities during His childman either, for that matter. The braver hood, of lightening her burden and and more inanly a boy is, the readier he brightening her lot. "The Virgin's will be to do whatever he can to lighten al fountain,' as it is still called, is not far mother's care. Sometimes he may take in away from the place where the Holy hand heavy work which a boy's strong arm Family are supposed to have dwelt; dont can do inore easily than a mother's or a you think Jesus would sometimes help sister's; sometimes he may willingly lay his mother to draw the water at eventide, aside a favourite book or an engrossing or to carry it home if she was weary? And sport, to sit down quietly in the nursery many a time, doubtless, she would silently and amuse the little ones. But the way in gaze upon her wonderful boy, and ponder, which a child helps mother, will depend as she had done long before, what angel upon what she has got to do, where she messengers had told her concerning her lives, what position of life she has to child. Now, we read that Christ left us fill; in short, upon the circumstances (to an example that we should walk in His use a grand word) in which she and her steps.' That verse is not for grown up household are placed.
people alone. Jesus has left small prints In a great many homes there is a baby to which a child's foot can fill, and in so keep; surely some elder brother or sister doing the little ones can carry out one of could fill a nurse maid's place, and let the the ends for which the Lord of all became mother rest, or go on with work which the an infant of days, and grew up to man's younger members cannot share. Many a estate. mother has to work to support herself and Surely I need say no more. I can her children; even in this, the little ones nowhere get a higher illustration of my can take their part in the daily labour, and text, and young helpers can have no higher save their mother the wages of a message example. girl. In the hop growing counties of England, little children may often be seen, in August and September, helping their mother in the picking and gathering of the
FAMOUS BOYS. hops. This work is almost all done by GEORGE WASHINGTON—THE TRUTHFUL BOY. women and children; men are only NEARLY every person has in his employed in pulling the poles,' as it is 1 character some feature which is more called, and measuring the hops. The prominent than others. We meet with gardens are most picturesque; groups people who, wbile they have many good of the workers may be seen as if in bowers qualities, are especially marked by kindness. of the gracefully growing plant, busy at Others again are distinguished for courage, hop picking. Careful mothers dress the and so on. Well, this is particularly true little ones in their plainest garments; for of George Washington. The one point the fruit, graceful as it is, stains the which stood out very markedly in his dress and hands of the workers, and l character was a love of truth and honesty.
who try it will find that he that docth | father's house, so Geo: se had just to go to these things, shall never be moved.'
the only one at hand, which was kept by It was in Virginia, on the 22nd of one of his father's tenants, named Hobby.
STORY OF A JERUSALEM CHILD.
The schoolmaster was also the sexton, and the true way to get on in life. At school, was probably more able to bury the dead George was made the umpire in quarrels, than tcach the living. However, George for his companions had learned to trust was blessed with a good father and mother him so much that they knew he would be who trained him in what was right.
fair to all. It was when he was about eight years At his half-brother's, George associated old that the well known incident of the a good deal with soldiers, and in their cherry-tree occurred. A hatchet had been company probably was acquired, or at least left in the garden, and George having much strengthened, his desire to enter the found it, amused himself chopping the navy. His mother, very deeply attached trees. Amongst others, he spoiled a fine to her son, was stronly opposed to his cherry-tree, an especial favourite of his choice of this profession. She, however, at father's. When his father saw the mischief last gave her consent. A situation as that had been done, he was very angry. midshipman was procured, and it is said his He never suspected George, but thought it ! luggage even was on board. At the last must be some boys who had broken into moment his mother changed. She could the garden. However, he heard that not bear, when it came to parting, to let George had been seen in the garden with her son go; so the engagement was the hatchet, so he waited till his son came cancelled and George returned to school. hoine from school. He met him at the There he continued his studies with his door and told him what had happened, usual earnestness. He devoted his attenadding that it must have been some of tion especially to land surveying, which those idle Irish boys. What a chance, tended to strengthen his habits of method some of my readers perhaps think, for and thoroughness in his work. George to throw the blame on them and In 1748, when sixteen years of age, escape himself! I wonder if the boys and Washington got a situation as a landgirls who read this would have had the surveyor to a large land-owner called courage to tell the truth. Washington had, George William Farifax. His school days at any rate, for he replied: "It was not were done, and now he bad entered on the the Irish boys, father, do not lay it to great stage of the world where he was them or to anybody else: it was I that destined to play so important a part. chopped the tree.'- You,' said the father. Here we must leave him, but I hope we • Yes, it was I, father. I know it was can all learn like him to do everything well, wrong to chop the trees, and you may flog and to be truthful in all things. Whatme for doing it, but I cannot tell a lie.' soever things are true, whatsoever things This habit of truthfulness, as we have said, are honest, whatsoever things are just, Washington practised all his life.
think on these things.'
J. M'M. In 1743, George, now eleven years old, lost his father. He then went to stay with his half-brother in order that he might attend a better school. There he perse
STORY OF A JERUSALEM CHILD. vered in his lessons. His copy-books were NLY a few months ago, there died, in among the neatest and most accurate in the Jerusalem, a dear little child called school. But he was not a mere book-worm Nazlie Jane. Sitting beside her mother, a who did nothing but learn lessons. He young Christian, who had learned to love practised running, jumping, wrestling, Jesus in Miss Arnott's School at Jaffa, I riding, and other manly sports. He was heard the touching account of her death, the proper kind of boy. Whatever he did, which I now give you, almost in the he tried to do it well. When at his lessons, mother's own words. he learned with all his heart, and when at Nazlie was only two years and a half old play, he played with all his might. This is when she died; but she was such a strange TOM ESPLIN.
child; she and her brother loved each other is not here, but with the dear Lord,' I said. like two doves.' Often she said, I do not . Then why do you cry here at her grave?' want to stay here, I want to go to my dear • I cry, dear, because she leave me.' -'But Jesus.' At night she loved to look up at you may not cry mother; no! you sing as the soft evening sky, glowing with stars, | in schooland repeat Twinkle, twinkle, little star.'
'I want to be with Jesus.' On Sunday she went to church, but did not seem well; for she said, I want,
Then he began himself to cry. Put away please, to go home to my good bed.' She
the stone, dear mother; I must bring her came home, and lay in her little bed with
food below there; perhaps she is hungry. eyes fixed, but they were looking at Jesus. I must eat, and my sister Nazlie not! Then Once or twice she said, I want to lie in my
added the mother, wiping her tears, I know cold bed,'meaning the grave. A quarter of
she is with Jesus, I shall not see her here; an hour after fits came on; and, said her
she is not down but up, always singing; she mother in her broken English, She lay in
wears a white dress now, and sings ever her bath wrapped in a shawl, but did not with a beautiful tongue; but the world is speak; she was stiff ; I called her father, he
changed to us since Nazlie our child left us.' came, she knew him and said, · Father, dear Dear children, little Nazlie sleeps quietly father, sing to me.' But the father could in her far off grave in Jerusalem-waiting not. Then she say, 'It is Jesus, father, my until the resurrection morning, when the dear Jesus who has come to take me. She
eternal day will break, and the shadows looked up, she saw what we saw not, she flee away! She was but six hours ill. Are smiled and laughed. There He is, at the you ready for death so sudden, so swift as foot of my bed; He calls me to come.' So, that? Ask the dear Lord to teach you how beckoning with her little hand, Look up,
to love Him, that you, too, may be washed father, here is a little boy, too, come to take in the blood of the Lamb, and be ready to me.' Dear Nazlie, she speak no more to me,
go to the · Beautiful Home over there.' E. F. no! she did not want; would I see her, ? must look up, not down there. Then a. was quite finished ; she herself shut he
TOM ESPLIN. little mouth, closed her eyes, and folded A PAGE FROM A TEACHER'S NOTE BOOR, her hands, and so she left us. I dressed M ANY years ago, at the beginning of her in a new white frock her father bought
my career as a Sunday School for her birthday. She was but six hours ill. Teacher, a little incident connected with a My child ever loved the pictures best at young pupil gave me great encouragement school which showed the dear Jesus. One and help, and even yet, when I look back, day I put some flowers in my hair. “Mother,' the bright face of Tom Esplin rises she said, "why do you put flowers on your clearly before me. head, and Jesus had thorns on His head?'. He was one of thirteen rather wild boys
Her little brother Aneese is almost who composed the minister's class. In the broken hearted for his little sister. Why | absence of their regular teacher I was left does Jesus not let her come back?' he in charge of them for the summer months. asks; if He loved my sister He would bring I at once liked Tom's earnest look, and her back to me.' No! I tell him, Aneese, we found him of great use to me in trying to may not have Nazlie back, we must go to persuade noisy boys near him to pay her. Then, mother, I must go now to my attention. I had reproved them one day sister, for I know she seeks me.'
for swearing, having overheard them using One day, said the mother, I took bim to the holiest name when wrangling at the Nazlie's grave; and we took flowers to put church door. I felt agitated myself when upon it. Mother,' he asked, "Is Nazlie I tried to tell them how cruel it was in here, or up with the dear Jesus ?'-_She them to use the name of their Father in