Patience



"BE PATIENT, MY DEAR."

"MOTHER," said Mary, "I can't make Henry put his figures as I tell him."

"Be patient, my dear, and do not speak harshly."

"But he won't let me show him how to put the figures," said Mary, very pettishly.

"Well, my dear, if Henry won't learn a lesson in figures, suppose you try to teach him one in patience. Perhaps when you have learned this the others will be easier to both."

Mary hung her head, for she felt that it was a shame to any little girl to be fretted by such a little thing, and she began to think that perhaps she deserved to be blamed as well as Henry. 


Canada Presbyterian.



TWO SOMEBODIES.


I KNOW somebody who always appears to be miserable, and this is the way she contrives to be so: thinking always about herself; constantly wishing for what she has not got; idling her time; fretting and grumbling.

I know somebody who is much happier, and this is the way she contrives to be so: thinking of others; satisfied with what her Heavenly Father has judged best for her; 

working, caring for somebody else besides herself, and thinking how she can make others happy.

My little "Somebody," which kind of a "somebody" are you?



ORDINARILY we know from what country people come by the language they use; but in the case of the swearer it is different, he uses the language of the country to which he is going.




AUTUMN.


AS we look abroad over the face of nature, we can see that summer is gone, and, step by step, autumn is coming with all her brightness and beauty. 

True, the leaves are yet green upon the trees, the flowers are still blooming in the gardens, the grass, like a soft, green, velvet carpet, covers the meadows and pastures; but yet there are signs that summer has gone, there are withered leaves, the sun is marching southward, and occasionally an icy breath comes from the North.

Oh, these glorious autumn days, upon which we have entered, of which September has brought us the first installment! They are simply delicious. Why, the very name, autumn, suggests ripeness and fullness; for while it means that the freshness of summer is gone, it also means that the time for the harvest has come.

Not an idle day has nature spent during the summer; night and day the mysterious growth has been going on, and now the summer's work is done, and well done. 

The harvest is gathered in, the granaries are full to overflowing, for the harvest has been abundant.

Autumn speaks to us all. Like it our lives at their close should be rich with golden sheaves. But to have a good harvest, care must be taken with the sowing; for as we sow, we shall garner in. The autumn time of our lives is not far off. 

The day of Judgment will reveal what the sowing has been, for it will show a harvest of good or bad fruit. 



V. A. M.



A LITTLE girl described a parable as "an 

earthly story with a heavenly meaning."