IN THE STREETS.

 


A GENTLEMAN visited an unhappy man in jail awaiting his trial. "Sir," said the prisoner, "I had a good home education. 

My street education ruined me. I used to slip out of the house and go off with the boys in the street. In the street I learned to lounge; in the street I learned to swear; in the street I learned to smoke; in the street I learned to gamble; in the street I learned to pilfer and do all evil. O sir! It is in the street that the devil lurks to work the ruin of the young." 




Presbyterian.



PROFANE WORDS.


As polished steel receives a stain

From drops at random flung, 

So does the child, when words profane

Drop from a parent's tongue. 

The rust eats in, and oft we find,

That naught which we can do 

To cleanse the metal or the mind,

The brightness will renew