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1 JOHN III. 18. “My little children, let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and in truth."
DEAR children, who are daily taught
Your Saviour's love and care,
Who no such blessing share.
Who live in sin and shame;
The dear Recieemer's name :
Our souls can ever live ;
Which joy and peace can give.
And seek to do his will,
Who dwell in darkness still ?
A portion of your store,
To every heathen shore ?
Your feeble efforts too,
The seed he bids you sow-
Is known and loved by all,
Low at his feet shall fall ?
WILLIE'S BURN. OUR Willie has burnt his fingers. How he screams. He has badly burnt them. Where—how? By the furnace fire. Did he not know that the fire would burn him ? Yes, he knew it. He knew the law of fire, that it would burn! And how the burn smarts; how it blisters. Poor little boy. Is not the fire wicked, naughty, to torment Willie's fingers so ? No; fire is good. It warms our rooms, bakes our bread, boils our pudding, and roasts our meat. God gave us fire for our comfort and use. He also gave it laws to go by; and it is one of the laws of fire to burn. Willie knew that; but he put his fingers in, and broke the fire-law; therefore he must take the consequences. We cannot take the sting from his pain. We can try to help him to bear it, but we cannot remove the smart or scar; and, little boy as he is, he must suffer the punishment which broken laws always carry with them. And this brings us to other things about God's laws, which I want you to notice.
1. The certainty of law. It does what it meant to do.
2. The inexorability of law. Inexorability is a hard word for children, I know; but it means, it does not pity ; it is only just; it keeps its word. The law of fire is to burn, and it does burn.
3. It carries its own punishment with it, if broken. And you can understand how severe the punishment for breaking one is in Willie's case. God's laws are excellent friends when you keep them, as fire is; but terrible enemies to the breaker of them.
Are God's moral laws as sure as his natural laws? Do his laws about sin overtake the breaker as certainly as the fire burnt Willie ? Yes, with terrible certainty.
The“ law of the Lord is holy ; his commandments are holy, just, and good,” and “in keeping of them there is great reward." “But the way of transgressors is hard,”
DIAMOND DUST. The apostle Paul had three wishes, and they were all about Christ—that he might be found in Christ, that he might be with Christ, and that he might magnify Christ. 1 IF I had been made a firefly, it would not become me
“ If God had only made me a star, to shine always, then I would shine." It is my duty, if I am a firefly, to fly and sparkle ; not to shut my wings down over myself, because God did not make me a sun or a star.
NOTE.-It is expected that our Missionary, Mr. Swan, son-who will be accompanied by Mrs. Swanson—will sail for China in the course of this inonth. Remember the Collecting Cards during the holidays.-Contributions received from John Knox's Church, Brighton, and other places, will be acknowledged next month.
Question. Aug. 14 Water from the XLV.-Ps. cxxxviii. 1-3. Exodus vii. 1-16.
Rook. 21 The Visit to the XLVI. & XLVII. Psalm Matt. viii. 23–34.
Gergesenes. xxxix. 11-18.
Matt. ix. 1-13,
THE LIGHTHOUSE AND THE STORM. LITTLE Nancy's mother was dead. Her only brother was a sailor-boy at sea. She and her father lived in a lighthouse on a rock off the coast of Cornwall. The top of the rock alone was above water. On every side was the wide, deep sea. The house was like a tall round chimney, and was built of great heavy stones. At the bottom were little rooms in which Nancy and her father lived. Along ladder, instead of stairs, led to a little room at the top of the house, where there were windows all round, and a great lamp in the middle. Every night Nancy's father climbed up this tall ladder to light this lamp. The lighthouse
TIE LIGHTHOUSE AND THE STORM.
saved many ships from being dashed to pieces on the rock, for by day the sailors saw the lighthouse, and at night they saw the light. There were people who lived on the coast, called wreckers, who were wicked enough to rejoice when they saw a ship wrecked, for they used to pick up the goods washed on shore from the wreck. As the lighthouse kept ships from being wrecked, these wicked people hated it. One evening Nancy's father rowed in his little boat to the shore to fetch some food; but when he was going back the wreckers laid hold of him and locked him up in a room. There will be no light tonight, thought they ; it looks stormy, some ships will be wrecked, and we shall get some plunder.
Little Nancy all this time was alone in the lighthouse. As evening came on she looked out at the door. All around was deep water. On the opposite beach she could just see her father's little boat like a black speck on the water, but he was not there. The sun was going down in dark angry clouds. The wind whistled dolefully. The tops of the waves began to grow white as they rose higher and higher. At last the sun set ; there was no moon or stars to be seen; the waves beat against the lighthouse, and covered it with their spray. A flash of lightning came 80 bright that she was nearly blinded ; the thunder followed in a long loud peal. She knew her father could not come to her that night, and how fearful it was for the poor girl to be alone in such a place, But Nancy had been taught to fear, and trust, in God, and she knelt down and prayed that he would take care of her father and her, Then she began to think about the lamp. Who was to light it ?. Her thoughts were full of poor sailors who might look in vain for the lighthouse, and might with their ships be dashed to pieces on the rock. At last she