A Story For Children,

CHILDREN, let me tell you a story about little

Charley. He was a bright boy about eleven years,

old; a very good boy when he was good natured,

but a bad boy when he was angry. I went out

one day with Charley to help him get in some

oats. I was talking with him about using  

profane language, and said, I hoped he did not 

use bad words. He looked down rather sad, then

looking up he said, "There is no use in telling a

lie about it, I do sometimes when I get angry,

"I am very sorry," said I, "but I don't think I

shall hear you use any bad words this afternoon.

“Would you swear before your father?" "0 no;

said Charley, " I should not dare to." " Well

how dare you swear before God who is as good

as your father, yea, much better?"

We went to work, got one load and Charley

went home with it; and on his way back he came

across a boy of his own age and brought him into

the field and introduced him to me, by saying

"This boy's name is Henry, and he swears some

times." "I am very sorry to hear it, said I, but

I don't believe I shall hear him swear this after

noon." Well, the two boy's were at work,

 together, away from me. At length, coming to


Charley said that Henry had been using bad

words. "I am very sorry," said I, "it was because

he was with you. He knows you use bad

words. Had he been with me, he would not have

used such words."By and by Charley's horse

did not work to suit him, and he got angry and

let out some of his oaths. "What, what," said I,

"What is that you said, Charley?" The little boy

looked down ashamed because he did not mean

to swear before me.

This boy Charley was in the habit of getting

angry. One day in the house, his sister older

than he, touched him in a way that displeased

him. He struck her three or four times and she

fled from before him, and he followed her and

with his foot kicked her several times, and 

pulled her hair. This was done before me and his mother.

0, how grieved that mother was to see her 

little Charley so angry. I hope none of you, my 

little children, will ever give your mother so

 much pain. 

R. S.

Nelson, L. H.