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LITTLE ALBRECHT-LOST AND FOUND.
wove the osier baskets, and plaited the far away. Covey was twelve years old, it hempen mats, and played with the wild, thoughtful, lonely boy, jealously watched by i gypsy boys, and sang the gypsy songs. the gypsies, now that his friend was gone.
Only when the stars came out, he would On the edge of the forest was a village, steal away from them all, and among the and in the village an inn. Many travellers whins and the alder bushes, or the mul- 1 lingered there in the beautiful months of berries and the scented limes, would kneel Spring. Its neighbourhood suited the low down and say, “Our Father-for Jesus' gypsies. The men sold their mats and their sake'
baskets. The wonien told fortunes and Had any one asked him what it meant, begged. It was always the gypsies' harvest Covey could not have told. But he had a when a village was near, and an inn. dim, wistful thought that long ago he had Covey sold his baskets with the rest all been taught them, that he had knelt while the long day; but when the stars were out he said them, and that they were good and the gypsies were gathering to their words.
camp, he stole away, as was his wont, to a And none can be far from God who say lonely part of the wood. those words in truth, not even poor Albrecht, It was a lovely night to see. Never who knew no more to say. For diinly, un | glowed such stars ; never perfume of violets knowing it all the time, he held God's hand floated sweeter than here. And Covey in the dark. And what can the wisest, or knelt on the violet bed, and looked far up the strongest, or the best in all the world do through the young leaves, and clasped his but this ? And the angels kept little hands and said, Our Father-for Jesus' Albrecht night and day. The old, sweet, sake.' tender words speaking rest, love, obedience, When he rose he saw that a lady and and faith, kept somehow his heart more gentleman were by him. tender, somehow kept him from wrong. Poor boy,' said the lady, and tears were He could not steal with his companions, nor in her eyes; her face was grief-stricken and be false, nor cruel as they--he with no worn, and she bent above him, and touched Bible to persuade, to warn, to entreat, to him with her hand. Covey looked up conguide, he with no kind friendly voices to fusedly; he thought he was alone. lead to goodness, and to God and truth. · Poor boy, what do you mean by these But Albrecht treasured his little, his one | words? '. grain, his mite. Ah! who shall say it was "I dont know, ma'am.' little-those rich, full, gracious words. •Dont know! then why do you say them?' And the good God taught him-alone in • Somebody taught them to me.' the gypsy camp.
Who?' Sometimes when the stars came out-was I dont know, ma'am.' it a dream, or a memory?-he thought how • But they would teach you something else somebody had told him of One who made than this. night and summer. Was it the "Our No, I have forgotten.' Father?' Albrecht longed to know, and Forgotten ? then it is long ago.' he asked the gypsy Miriam, but she could Yes,' said Covey, and he did not know tell him nothing. She had no word for why, but tears gathered in his eyes, and God-she had never heard of heaven, trickled over his tanned cheeks.' except as the sky above that rained or · Was it your mother?' asked the lady. shone upon them.
• I dont know, I dont know my mother.'
What is your name?'.
They call me “Covey."' 'Twas night in a Bohemian forest, and Have you no other?' But the boy the gypsies were there.
shook his head. Miriam was dead and buried in a grave! An eager, burning Aush came over the
lady's face-one agonizing pang of sudden thought on them, for in passing the class I hope and fear.
had more than once observed that their i Albrecht!' she said in a voice that teacher had the art of engaging and keeping trembled with suspense.
up their attention, and that it was one of And then such a sudden flash shot from the quietest classes in the school. No the blue Saxon eyes, such a sudden bound answer to my question-when a tiny voice ing step forward, such an eager, out-stretched from the corner chirruped the one word hand.
LOVE. “Out of the mouth of babes and O that was my name,' said the boy, sucklings hast Thou ordained strength.' 'twas the name my mother called me.' For love is the highest and truest wisdom;
And like a forgotten dream came back it was the wisdom of Him why so loved us the old buried infancy, the castle in the that he gave himself for us. He who is the woods, and his nurse, and the violets, and WISDOM of God, is at the same time the his mother's room-the very tones of that fruit and pledge of the love of God; and fond voice thrilled through the wild gypsy God Himself who is LOVE, is the only WISE boy, the voice that said to his babyhood, God. God cares for my little Albrecht-and The wisest thing man, woman, or child God is Love.' And he said the words can do, is to love God, and he who loves aloud, taking up the thread of his life, as it : God most truly, is the man who has made seemed, in that long ago.
the greatest advance in wisdom. The mother clasped her child; and ! Albrecht went back to his father's house,
· FLOWERS. and lived happy in the rich love of his home and his inheritance. And there he learned Buds and bells; sweet April pleasures, the rest of that prayer, which his childish
Springing all around, years had missed ; learned of the God who
White and gold and crimson treasures, had kept him while his pleading was but a From the cold, unlovely ground. name.
He who gave them grace and hue
Made the little children too.
Close their starry eyes, whole system of theology. The other By the dark and dewy hours Sabbath evening I had all my Sabbath
Strength and freshness God supplies. school before me, and was examining them He who sends the gentle dew, upon the lesson. You will see from the
Cares for little children too. 'Dayspring' what Sabbath of March it was, when I tell you that the lesson was upon Then He gives the pleasant weather, •Jesus in the temple.' I had spoken for a
Sunshine warm and free, little to the children in reference to Jesus Making all things glad together, being about His Father's business, and what Kind to them and kind to me, delight He took in the work; then, about Lovely flowers ! He loveth you, His being subject to His parents, and, last And the little children too. of all, about His increasing in stature, and in urisdom. I put the following question
Though we cannot hear you singing what is the truest wisdom?' expecting
Softly chiming lays, the answer—'the fear of the Lord.' "Look Surely God can see you bringing ing straight before me to where the older Silent songs of wordless praise ! pupils were seated, I had quite forgotten a Hears your anthem sweet and true, class of children whose ages might range Hears the little children too. from six to eight years. I might have
FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.
THE EAGLE. SIR HUMPHREY DAVY
had an opportunity of witnessing two eagles training their eaglets, and has thus stated his observations :
I once saw a very interesting sight above one of the crags of Ben Nevis. Two parent eagles were teaching their offspring, two young birds, the manoeuvres of flight. They began by rising from the top of a mountain, in the eye of the sun. It was about mid-day, and bright for this climate. They at first made small circles, and the young birds imitated them. They paused on their wings; waiting till they had made their first flight, and then took a second and larger gyration, always rising towards the sun, and enlarging their circle of flight, so as to make a gradually extending spiral.
wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run and not be weary; and they shall walk and not faint.'
The young ones still slowly followed, apparently flying better as they mounted; and they continued this sublime kind of exercise, always rising, till they became mere points in the air, and the young ones were lost, and afterwards their parents, to our aching sight.'
The care of the eagle for her young is a beautiful emblem of how the Lord cares for His own people. As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings; so the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange God with him. Deut. xxxii. 11, 12
The great strength of the eagle, and the height to which it soars even in old age, is an image of how the Lord's people become stronger and stronger. They that
'What is that mother?'
"The eagle, boy! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, righton.
Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward, and upward, and true to the line.'
many different kinds of plants. Now,
heart descend to pick up the 'crumbs, BIBLE IMAGES.--THE DAYS OF A TREE.
which, now that she has become a
thoughtful kind hearted little lassie, she I DARESAY you never thought that a carries out of a winter's morning to dear 1 tree had days until one morning father kind robin. Ah! it is many a day since was reading at worship, and he came upon that tree began its life. Long, long before the 65th of Isaiah, and read the 22nd verse, Lucy was a little girl the tree lived-perwhich says, as the days of a tree are the haps even before father lived, for some days of my people.' And oven then per trees live a long time, and survive many haps you might not have thought of it, if he generations of men. And yet, if we went had'nt made a pause, and asked you to re away back to the beginning of the tree's member that a tree had days, and that such life we wolud find it had a morning. days as it had, God promised to give to his Our Lord Jesus Christ, in one of His own people. Now, I would like just to ask parables, tells us of a little seed, smaller, the young people who read the Dayspring,' he says, than any other seed, which yet to try to understand about the days of a when it has grown up becomes a great tree. It is a very curious expression, but tree, giving shelter to all the birds of the air. it is full of meaning, and has a great deal Many days have intervened between the of beauty about it.
first sprouting of the seed and the perfect Trees, you must remember at the outset, tree. There was a time when a little worm are plants, and there are in the world a great / might have killed the tree, but now it has THE THIRD COMMANDMENT.
strengthened itself in the soil and taken creatures—still sending forth their song of deep root; and its fair boughs will spread praise with the help of the feathered abroad in the sunshine and the rain for songsters that nestle in the boughs, or the many a year, giving useful shelter and murmured anthem of the bees which hive shade to many a weary bird and traveller. | within their dark recesses; 80 in the Oh! children, if you could only listen to the countless ages of eternity shall you live to tale which that tree could tell of the many praise and bless your God and Father. years that have passed since it first grew up For the righteous shall flourish as the and showed face in the world, you would palm tree-he shall grow as the cedar in not pass it by without a kindly smile, and Lebanon.' saying, God bless you happy tree, for I know that if God makes you so green and beauti
THE THIRD COMMANDMENT. ful, He will make me full of beauty too.'
There is a morning life of trees, when they W OW sad to think that even Sabbath are young, and bend to every wind; a mid Il scholars forget this commandment! day life, when they have gathered strength, While passing along the street I heard the and in the full vigour of manhood can stem name of God profanely used by one of a the blast and give shelter to the prudent number of boys who were quarrelling in owner of the mansion house, who in the their play. On stepping near, what was my heyday of youth was wise enough to plant astonishment when I found that the swearer them; and an old age of trees, when in was one of our scholars! He had not yet the sere and yellow leaf they seem in the become so hardened in this sin as many I gradual decay of their beauty and vigour, have met, for he hung his head, and gently to resign themselves to that inevitable appeared conscious of his guilt. I brought fate which awaits all earthly things. Yet the third commandment to his recollection, even then they linger long. I seem as I and also reminded him that 'the eyes of the write to sit under the shade of two venerable Lord are in every place, beholding the evil trees, whose acquaintance I first made and the good'--even in this place while he twenty years ago-old yew trees, dark and was engaged in play. The other boys sombre, and with many a hole worn in their listened respectfully, and all promised to aged trunks—but which when I paid them guard against the sin--the prevailing sina visit last summer, were quite unchanged. of taking the name of God in vain.
There are older trees than these in the A thief may imagine he can get rich by world. The cedars of Lebanon, about which stealing; a liar may fancy he can gain you read in Kings and in the book of Psalms, something by falsehood and deceit; a are older far; and travellers tell us of trees | drunkard may dream of happiness in the in California which are supposed to have wine cup, but what can a swearer get by his been living beings in the days of Abraham oaths ? Truly he serves the devil for and Isaac. Ah! if you were to take your nothing. slate and calculate, you would find it diffi I knew a boy who indulged in this habit cult to tell me how many days that is ago after he left the Sabbath school; I think he so far off is it in the forgotten ages of the he acquired it at the theatre. He soon past! And yet these days are as nothing, afterwards learned to smoke, then to drink; little friends, to the happy days of God's own and he would tell any number of lies to get people. If you love God and the Lord whisky. He brought his father's grey Jesus Christ, who is the children's friend, ! hairs with sorrow to the grave; and he your days will never end. And as age after followed shortly afterwards himself—a sad age, those old trees have gone on year by victim to habits which are more easily year, standing tall and stately in their learned than got rid of. "Seek ye the Lord growth, crowned with verdure, and giving | while He may be found.' "They that seek shelter and shade to all God's winged Me early shall find Me.'