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SABBATH EVENINGS AT HOME.

OUR FATHER.

SABBATH EVENINGS AT HOME. SWEET, blessed name! Gracious, loving

TIMOTHY w God, who draws the hearts of the little ones to Himself by these two words. For, en MAMMA, we had such a nice serthink of it! He who permits you to call , mon to-day. I never heard such a Him your Father,' is the Great Supreme, nice sermon before; it was all to little boys and yet He stoops to little children, and 1 and girls, and it was so plain that I could says, when you come to Me, call Me understand every word of it. I wish you " Father."! Surely such a Father is worthy had heard it mamma, it was so nice!' of all our love. Not long since, a person These were little George's first words who was almost an entire stranger to me, after he came home from church one applied to be admitted to the membership Sabbath afternoon. Little George was a of the church. I asked another if he knew fine bright-eyed little boy, a favourite with him, and if he could speak favourably of every one who knew him, and truly glad him. “No,' he said, I know very little of was his fond mother to see her much-loved him; in fact I just know one thing, and son so pleased with what he had heard in that is, that he must be a good, kind father, the house of God. That moment, her silent for I have observed that at the meal-hour prayer ascended to heaven, that the Holy his children are always on the look-out for Spirit might water the good seed sown that him, and whenever he turns the corner of day in his young heart. the street in which his house is, they run to It was little George's privilege to attend. meet him; and one clasps his knees, and the ministry of one who never forgot that another holds up her arms to be lifted up Jesus had said to His disciples, Feed my into the father's arms, and as he lifts her lambs.' His good pastor always remembered and kisses her, the little fair head nestles the little ones of his flock. Every Sabbath upon the father's shoulder, and the face he addressed a few words to them, and this beams with joy.'

afternoon his whole sermon had been to the It was indeed a good sign of the father. children. Not only were the little ones Do you anxiously look for the great, loving delighted with it, but many parents and Father who sent His Son to die for you? teachers thought it the best sermon they When you meet Him do you cast yourselves had heard for a long time. into the arms of His love, do you ask for the Little George and his brother were both sweet kisses of His love, do you seek to feel quite impatient to get telling how much of the strong arms enfolding you, and to hear it they had remembered. So their kind the loving voice say, 'Fear not, little mother promised that while papa was with children, it is my good pleasure to give you his Sabbath class she would sit down beside the kingdom '?' I should expect that the them, and hear all they could tell her about children of whom I have told you above, would be very careful how they did any When they were all seated round the fire, thing that would grieve the father whom mamma said, Now Georgie dear, you will they run so often to meet. I do not know tell me the text. a sadder sight than children who have no O yes, mamma, I know the text. It was respect for a father or mother, who set at 2 Timothy ii. 15," From a child thou hast nought all their good advices, who laugh at known the Holy Scriptures, which are able their warnings, and disobey their commands. to make thee wise unto salvation, through There is just one sight sadder still-chil faith which in Christ Jesus." dren who disobey God, who cast from them "And what was it that made you like the the warnings of a Father, all whose warnings sermon so much to-day, Georgie. Were are the otspring of His great love, and who | there a great many stories in it?' grieve, day by day, the loving heart of Him: “No, mamma, it was not that: but Mr – who says, "you may call me your Father.' , made the meaning of the text so plain, and

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told us so many things about Timothy that taught him, were written on his heart by I did not know hefore, that all the sermon the Holy Spirit, and then he told us 80 was one beautiful story. He told us that beautifully about the time when Paul came Paul loved Timothy very much, and that to preach at Lystra, and how attentively :) he wrote this letter to him when he was an Timothy listened to the story of Christ's old man in prison at Rome. Then he told death and resurrection. He said it was us how Timothy had become a Christian. not the old, old story then, for Timothy He told us too, that to know the Scriptures had never heard it before. To him it was meant to love them, and that Timothy | the new story, of Jesus and His love, and at learned to love them when he was a little once he knew that this Jesus whom Paul boy.'

preached was the Messiah, for whose coming * And did he tell you anything about his mother and his grandmother had long Timothy's mother?'

waited, and in whom they had taught him O yes, mamma; he told us a great deal to trust. Joyfully he received the glad about her, and about his grandmother too; tidings, and told his friends, " I have found and about the heathen city where they Him of whom Moses and the prophets did lived, and the heathen god Jupiter, which write ; "and soon he joined himself to Paul's was worshipped there. His mother Eunice, company, and became a preacher of the and his grandmother Lois, were pious gospel. This, he said, showed us how the Jewesses, and they were very much afraid Scriptures made Timothy wise unto sallest their little boy should learn the evil vation. They led him to find Jesus, and in ways of the heathen around them, and they Him all the treasures of wisdom and took great pains to teach him to know and knowledge.' to love the Holy Scriptures. As soon as he Very well remembered, Johnnie. You was able to learn, Eunice taught him the do not know how happy it makes your papa lessons she had learned from her own and me to see you both attentive to what mother in her childhood. She taught him you hear at church, and how anxious we are to pray to the only true God, and to commit to see our little sons grow up good and wise to memory psalms and texts, especially like young Timothy; and who can tell but those promises which told of the coming that some day they may have the great Saviour.'

honour of becoming ministers of the gospel!' "And can you remember any of the texts When the boys had told all they could and lessons which Eunice taught her little remember, their mamma told them many boy?

more things which she thought Mr — had 'Yes, mamma, Mr - told us that she said, and they wondered very much how taught him the promise to Abraham, to mamma knew what the minister had said Isaac, to Jacob, and to David, and the when she had not been able to get to church. prophecy of Isaiah, “Unto us a child is Do you know, mamma,' Johnnie said, born, unto us a son is given;" and all about | 'I think you teach us just the very way the temple worship at Jerusalem, and the that Eunice taught Timothy, when he was sacrifices which were offered there, and the a little boy. What Mr - told us about feast of the passover, and the day of Eunice made me think of you, and of the atonement.'

hymn, 'And how did Timothy learn that Jesus “Who taught my infant lips to pray, had already come into the world, when his And love God's Holy Book and Day, mother had only the Old Testament And walk in wisdom's pleasant way!

My mother.” Little George could not answer this And did my little pet Lizzie remember question, but Johnnie said, “Mr - told us anything she heard at church ?' that too, mamma. He said that the lessons Lizzie had been there that day almost of Scripture which his good mother had | for the first time, and was too young to

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THE CURLEW. M Y dear young friends, the much, towns. In towns you see the wonderful

IV respected editor of your nice little works of man, but in the country you see magazine thinks that because I live in the far more of the wonderful works of God. country, I might be able to say something In the country, especially in summer, we about some of the things that are to be seen have a great variety of birds and insects, in the country, which would be new and which are not to be seen in the towns; interesting to those of his young readers which, when thoughtfully considered in who live in towns. I know that not only their habits and instincts, are fitted to im. children, but old people who live in the press our minds with the vastness of the country, look with wonder and astonishment Creator's works, and the care He has for all on many things which they see in the towns His creatures. when they happen to visit them; and I I shall notice one bird which is very have no doubt but that children from the plentiful in all country districts just now, large towns would wonder at some of the and mention some of its habits. Its Scotch things we see in the country, and at which name is the Whaup, but its English name is we never wonder at all, because we see the Curlew. It is referred to by James them every day. In one respect, the sights Hyslop, the Muirkirk shepherd, in his to be seen in the country excel those of the beautiful poem, the Cameronian's Dream :' THE BOWER.

The hills with the deep mournful music were

ringing, The Curlew and Plover in concert were singing.'

It is a tall, slender bird, about as high as a common hen, but not half so thick round the body. It has a long bill, slightly bent, resembling in length and thickness a common tobacco pipe. With this bill it sucks up its food from the marshes in which it feeds. It has a clear strong voice, which gives a pleasing variety to the music when mingling with the voices of the other feathered songsters, with which the hills are always vocal on the fine spring mornings. The Curlew is of a grey colour, and this gives it safety when it is hatching its eggs on the withered grass on the moor. Its eggs are of the same colour as itself; and this shows the wisdom and goodness of the Creator in providing for its safety. Had the bird or its eggs been white or black, or any other colour than they are, they would far more readily have attracted the eye of the traveller on the moor, and so have been in far greater danger of being destroyed; but so like are they to the withered tufts of grass on which the nests are built, that the shepherds often pass them within a few yards without observing that they are there.

Then they have some wonderful instincts, which are worthy of notice. They are like the turtle, the crane, and the swallow, spoken of by the prophet, they observe the time of their coming.' They leave the Scotch hills about the month of September, and return again about the beginning of March, always within a few days of the same time. Before they hatch they almost invariably lay four eggs, and only four, and they place thein invariably in the same position, with all the small ends pointing to each other. They know their natural enemies, and if a fox is seen on the moor, they know he eats their eggs, and wherever he goes a dozen or more of them will follow him, diving and screaming very angrily. The dog does not eat their eggs, but he sometimes destroys their young, so they dont mind the dog much till the young are out, and then they dive at him as they do at the fox, when he comes near where the

brood are. When they see any person on the moor at a distance, they generally rise off the eggs and creep along the ground before they take wing, and thus if the traveller has not observed the first motion, he does not find the eggs at the place from which the bird rises.

Now, I would have it observed, that the good and wise Creator has furnished them with all these instincts, as well as with their form and colour, for safety and preservation. If they wanted any of them, it does not seem that they could long exist. And we must not fail to observe how faithfully they obey their instincts; and how they are in this respect a standing reproof to many of us. God has given them instinct, and they all faithfully obey it. God has given to us reason—a far higher kind of instinct-and we very often disobey it. All they do is for their own preservation and safety. But how many men destroy themselves and their neighbours, and know they are doing it ! The poor drunkard knows that the drink is killing him, but yet he goes on taking it until he dies. The beasts of the earth, and the fowls of the air reprove him, but he heeds them not. What an awful thing is human depravity!

AN OLD SHEPHERD.

THE BOWER.
Will you come out and see

My pretty bower with me?
My sweet little house that lilac-boughs have

With windows up on high, [made;

Through which I see the sky, And look up to Him who made the pleasant

[shade. The sunbeams come and go

So brightly to and fro, Like Angels of light, too dazzling to be seen;

They weave a curtain fair

About my doorway there, And paint all my walls with shining gold and

[green. I have sweet music too,

And lovely songs for you,
To hear in my house among the lilac leaves;

For breezes softly play,

And robins sing all day; I think this is praise that God on high receives.

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

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CHILDREN OF THE DAY. LEARNED men tell us that in other bright-eyed daises, when the dew begins to

countries there are plants which bloom fall? Each little daisy lifts up the white only at night. But in our own country it lashes of its eyelids and folds them together, is usually the other way. When the warm just like a little nightcap, and so they all lie sunshine of the day departs, thousands of down to rest. And then the morning comes, little plants fold their gay petals, and and the robins hop about, and the lark's compose themselves to rest, till the bright sweet voice is heard, and all the feathered beams of the early sun and the sweet songs songsters carol sweet music ever heavenof the birds, invite these children of the wards, and the little day's eyes,' are all day,' long before our little readers are astir, wide awake; and the busy bees and other to spread abroad their glories and brighten insects come floating by, and hum their joy the face of nature.

as they rest a moment to speak to the Did you ever notice, to mention only one daisies. flower, the change that comes over the But flowers are not the only children

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