Follow Copy.

A SHORT time since, a lad in the printing office received from his master a list of Scripture  questions and answers to be set up and printed. In the progress of the work, the lad turned aside and asked the foreman if he must "follow copy;" that is, set it up just as it was -written. "Certainly," said the foreman. "Why not?" "Because this copy is not like the Bible, and it professes to be the language of that book."

"How do you know it is not like the Bible?” 

"Why, I learned some of these proofs at a Sunday-school ten years ago, and I know that two of them are not like the Bible."

"Well then do not follow copy, but set them up as they are in the Bible."

The lad got the Bible, and made it "the copy," his guide and pattern.

"Follow copy," children, wherever you find it according to the Bible, but do not stir a step when you find it differs. Through all your life make the Bible your one copy. 

Look to your words, your actions, your doctrines, and your practices see that all are according to the Bible, and you will be right. Loving Words. 

Read This, Boys.

A GENTLEMAN advertised for a boy to assist him in his office, and nearly fifty applicants presented themselves to him. Out of the whole number he in a short time selected one and dismissed the rest. "I should like to know," said a friend, 

"On what ground you selected that boy, who has not a single recommendation?"

"You are mistaken," said the gentleman; "he had a great many. He wiped his feet when he came in, and closed the door after him, showing that he was careful. He gave up his seat instantly to that lame old man, showing that he was kind and thoughtful. He took off his cap when he came in, and answered my questions promptly and respectfully, showing that he was polite and gentlemanly. He picked up the book, which I had purposely laid on the floor, and replaced it on the table, while all the rest stepped over it or shoved it aside, and he waited quietly for his turn, instead of pushing and crowding, showing that he was honest and orderly. 

When I spoke to him I noticed that his clothes were carefully brushed, his hair in nice order, and his teeth as white as milk; and when he wrote his name, I noticed that his finger nails were clean, instead of being tipped with jet, like that handsome little fellow  in the blue jacket. Don't you call these things letters of recommendation? I do, and I would give more for what I could tell about a boy by using my eyes ten minutes than all the letters he can bring me."


That Flower.

A FLOWER bloomed in a teacher's garden. She plucked it, and made a visit to little Annie  Thornbray, who had been for two long weeks sick in bed. The teacher left Annie after talking and praying with her, and also left a flower on a stand by the bedside. This was a little thing, but the beauty of the flower reminded Annie of her teacher. It reminded her of her teacher's words and prayers. It convinced her of her teacher's love. The child woke in the night, and the delicate fragrance of the flower brought her teacher to mind again. Father and mother and children admired the flower, and each one said something about the thoughtful teacher who had brought it. I don't know any little minister of so much comfort to so many people as was the simple, beautiful flower in Annie Thornbray's sick-room. 


S. S.  Journal.