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living : a religion that does not express itself in nobility of living is an empty shell ; a noble life without religion is shorn of its fairest grace.*

ANNIE BESANT.

Limited as your experience may have been, you can hardly have failed to learn the important truth, that nothing is to be obtained, no comfort procured, no luxury or convenience possessed, without being previously purchased by exertion. Young as you are, you will have noticed that your parents do not get money wherewith to purchase the necessaries of life, without giving something in return. Your father has fed and clothed you from infancy, he has given you an education suited to his means, he has bestowed upon you an infinite degree of attention in order to fit you for the busy scenes of life; and when he has done all this, at a great expense both of his substance and his feelings, he cannot be expected to do more, farther than to give his best advice for your welfare.

Being now nurtured upto that point at which you are able to endure to a certain extent the withdrawal of parental support, you must not think it hard to be obliged to begin to do something for yourself. You only find yourself placed in the condition of every living creature. By a universal law of nature, the young of all animals are thrust forth from the parental nest on attaining sufficient. strength to glean their own livelihood.

But we frequently see the young endeavouring to avoid incurring the responsibility of self-dependence, and inhumanely leaning for support on those parents whose means have already been in a great measure ox

* From The Central Hindu College Magazine, February 1903.

hausted both by misfortunes, and the unavoidable expense incurred in feeding, educating, and clothing their children. It must always be considered an exceedingly mean thing for a young man to continue exacting support from parents, after he was fully able to think and act for himself. There is, besides, an unfeeling cruelty in such conduct, for it is working on the benevolent affections of those who gave him birth, and committing a robbery, with the knowledge that its perpetration will not be visited either by rebuke or punishment.*

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A MORNING PRAYER FOR A YOUNG
STUDENT AT SCHOOL, OR FOR THE

COMMON USE OF A SCHOOL. Father of all ! we return the most humble and hearty thanks for thy protection of us in the night, and for the refreshment of our souls and bodies, in the sweet repose of sleep. Accept also our unfeigned gratitude for all thy mercies during the helpless age of infancy.

Continue, we beseech thee, to guard us under the shadow of thy wing. Our age is tender, and our nature

, frail ; and, without the influence of thy grace, we shall surely fall.

Let that influence descend into our hearts, and teach us to love thee, and truth above all things; O guard us from temptations to deceit, and grant that we may abhor a lie, both as a sin and as a disgrace.

Inspire us with an abhorrence of the loaths omenoss of vice, and the pollutions of sensual pleasure. Grant, at the same time, that we may early feel the delight of conscious purity, and wash our hands in innocency, from the united motives of inclination and of duty.

From Chambers's Miscellany.

Give us, 0 thou Parent of all knowledge, a love of learning, and a taste for the pure and sublime pleasures of the understanding. Improve our memory, quicken our apprehension, and grant that we may lay up such a store of learning, as may fit us for the station to which it shall please thee to call us, and enable us to make great advances in virtue and religion, and shine as lights in the world, by the influence of a good example.

Give us grace to be diligent in our studies, and that whatever we read we may strongly mark, and inwardly digest it.

Bless our parents, guardians and instructors; and grant that we may make them the best return in our power, for giving us opportunities of improvement, and for all their care and attention to our welfare. They ask no return, but that we should make use of those opportunities, and co-operate with their endeavoursO grant that we may not disappoint their anxious expectations.

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TO A BOY JUST ENTERING ON THE

WARFARE OF LIFE.
Arm ! for the hour is drawing nigh

When thou must strive in fight :
The word inspires thy kindling eye,

And thy young heart bounds light.
Yet little, little dost thou know

What foes await thee there ;
A moment listen, while I show

The dangers thou must dare.
First, Pleasure's gay and lovely throng

Will tempt thee on the way,
Where stands, all terrible and strong,

Fierce Passion's dark array.

And Falsehood, bold, yet.cowering foe,

Will take thee for his mark,
And Slander, whose assassin blow,

Strikes only in the dark.

And Scepticism, wild and free,

And Error's daring mien, Led on by false Philosophy

Will in that field be seen.

Alas! this is a fearful view,

Of the wild War of Life ; But thou, dear boy, are brave and true

And will not shun the strife.

Yet be thou cautious, as thou’rt brave ;

Choose well thy battle-gear ;
For, once set on-shame to the slave

Would hesitate or fear !

The buckler of Integrity

Throw broadly over thy breast; Thy helmet let bright Honour be,

And Truth thy stainless crest.

And be thy right-hand weapon, boy,

A calm inquiring mind, Where prejudice's dull alloy

Foes seek in vain to find.

Let kind and gentle courtesy

Be burnish to thy mail ; 'Twill turn many a stroke from theo

When rougher arms would fail. Accoutred thus, go forth in joy,

While rings thy battle-cheer;

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Whilst George was smoking his cigars,

And sauntering about,
With youths as idle as himself,

Shutting all knowledge out,

At the Mechanic's Institute,

And with his books at home, Tom wisely spent his leisure hours,

Nor cared the streets to roam.

One ove, when their apprenticeship

Had nearly passed away,
George at his friend Tom's lodgings called,

An hour or two to stay.

He entered smoking his cigar

Ill-mannerly enough,
And staring round the room he blew

A most portentous puff.

From Chambers's Poems for Young People.

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