HOW TO THANK.



AN old Scotchman was taking his grist to mill in sacks thrown across the back of his horse, when the horse stumbled, and the grain fell to the ground. Being an aged man, he had not strength to raise it; but he saw a horseman riding along, and thought he would appeal to him for help. 

But the horseman proved to be the nobleman who lived in the castle hard by, and the farmer could not muster courage to ask a favor of him. But the nobleman was a gentleman, and, not waiting to be asked, he quickly dismounted, and between them they lifted the grain to the horse's back. John, for he was a gentleman, too, lifted his Kilmarnock bonnet, and said, "My lord, how shall I ever thank you for your kindness?" "Very easily, John," replied the nobleman. "Whenever you see another man in the same plight as you were in just now, help him, and that will be thanking me."



ONLY ONE.

THERE was but one crack in the lantern; the wind found it out, and blew out the candle. How great a mischief one unguarded point of character may cause us! 

One spark blew up the magazine, and shook the whole country for miles around. One leak sunk the ship, and drowned all on board. One wound may kill the body; one sin destroy both soul and body.