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trained him for God and heaven. Like the mother of Samuel, they had given him back to God; and it was their daily prayer that God would accept and bless him. One morning Mrs. Parker said to him, "Frank, you must make haste, or you will be late for school."

"All right, mamma," said Frank, and quickly packed his books together; then with a cheerful "Good morning, mamma," he ran off, and was soon out of sight.

But Frank had to pass a lane where a wicked boy lived, named Tom Sharp. Now Tom was a terror to the neighbourhood; he was always doing what he ought not to do, and always getting into trouble. Most boys were afraid of him, and even the dogs would run on the other side of the street if they saw him coming. That morning, as Frank was passing the lane, Tom ran out and rudely pushed him down. Frank arose from the ground, and Tom ran off. Frank saw that he was a much bigger boy than himself; but he thought, if he were not, I would not strike him in return. Frank had read his Bible, and he knew that Christ had said: "Whosoever shall smite thee on the right cheek, turn to him the other also." And he had been taught by his parents to forgive his enemies. So he brushed the dirt from his clothes, and again ran off to school. From that time Tom took a delight in insulting Frank, and would often strike him, but Frank never returned it. Often he would go far out of his way to avoid him, but he could not always do so without being late for school. One day Frank had some money given him by his uncle, who wished him to go to the confectioner's shop and get some cakes. Frank ran off in high glee; but while he was standing in the shop, he saw his young enemy standing with his hands in his pockets, looking at the good things in the window. At first Frank felt afraid, but he could see that Tom did not notice him; and as Frank looked at his rough dirty face through the window, he thought, poor boy, he does not look happy. I wonder if he ever gets nice cakes.. I will offer him some of mine; and stepping out of the shop, he

opened his paper, and said: "Will you have some cakes ?" Tom looked at him in astonishment, and then at the cakes, but he did not touch them. Frank looked into his face and saw the large tears standing in his eyes.

"I am very sorry that ever I injured you; can you forgive me ?" said Tom, while his young bosom heaved with emotion.

"I will," said Frank, "if you will take some of these cakes."

Tom took some, saying as he did so, "I will never hurt you again."

And I need not tell you that Tom ever kept his promise. As Frank walked home he felt very happy. Now, thought he, I am at peace with all, and his heart was filled with joy. But Frank had soon to learn that there was one that he was not at peace with. Yes, there was one that he had offended, and he knew that the offended one was a loving Heavenly Father. The Holy Spirit had been working upon his young heart, and he felt that he was a sinner. He knew how much God must have loved him to have given him his beloved Son to live and die for him, and he longed to love him in return. He felt that he could not rest until his sins were pardoned and he had peace with God. Earnestly he prayed that God would forgive him for Christ's sake. And looking by faith to the cross, he saw that Jesus died to bear away his sins; he believed in him as his Saviour, and felt that through him he was forgiven. Oh, how happy he felt as he sang while still on his kness

"My God is reconciled,

His pardoning voice I hear,

He owns me for his child,

I can no longer fear.

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And Father, Abba Father, cry."

Dear young reader, always try to overcome evil with good. Try to become pure and more like Jesus. Remem

ber that Christ has said: "If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.” And don't rest until you are forgiven through Christ Jesus. C. L. DOE.

ANECDOTE OF WASHINGTON.

It is said of the late President Washington, when about six years of age, that some one made him the present of a hatchet, of which, being, like most children immoderately fond, he went about chopping everything that came in his way; and going into the garden he unluckily tried its edge on an English cherry tree, which he cut so terribly as to leave little hope of its recovery. The next morning his father saw the tree, which was a great favourite, in that condition, and inquired who had done the mischief, declaring that he would not have taken five guineas for the tree; but no one could inform him. Presently after, however, George came with the hatchet in his hand into the place where his father was, who immediately suspected him to be the party. "George," said the old gentleman, " do you know who damaged that beautiful little cherry-tree yonder in the garden ?" The child hesitated for a moment, and then nobly replied, "I can't tell a lie, papa,-you know I can't tell a lie, I did cut it with my hatchet." "Run to my arms my boy !" exclaimed his father, "run to my arms! glad am I, George, that you have killed my tree, for you have paid me for it a thousand fold. Such an act of heroism in my own son is of more value than a thousand cherry trees, though blossomed with silver and their fruits of gold!"

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Juvenile Biography,

ARABELLA ANN HITCHMAN, of Oxford, was born June 20th, 1863, and died September 20th, 1869. She was favoured with pious parents, who are both members of our society, and who sought to bring up their daughter in the fear of the Lord. As soon as she was able she was sent to our Sabbathschool, and also attended our day-school, which is connected with our chapel. She loved her books, and was always glad to attend her school, which she continued to do within a week of her death. She came home one day ill, and complained of her throat being sore; the doctor was called in, and he said it was the croup. A day or two after he said she could not recover. She enquired for her mother and said how bad she was; but she bore her pain with lamb-like patience, and was never heard to murmur. The day on which she died she put her little hands together and prayed, "Our Father which art in heaven," &c. ; and, after drinking a little tea, she laid down and died almost immediately. She became a scholar in William St. Clement's School at its commencement, and continued till removed by death to the country where death will be known no more. She was naturally of an affectionate and amiable disposition, and, though we feel it very much at losing our daughter, we are looking forward to the time when we shall meet her in heaven to part no more. It is pleasing to reflect upon the time of seeing her again, when our union will be without interruption and without termination. I hope we shall meet an unbroken family at last in our Father's house above. JOHN HITCHMAN.

Anniversaries.

BALDWIN'S GATE, MARKET DRAYTON CIRCUIT.-On Christmas-day, the friends at the above place held their school festival, which was well patronised and supported

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