others, she was a surface scholar. If she managed to get through with a lesson well, it was all she asked. She did not like hard work, yet, unlike the lively Angie, she could not throw the care of study off. She liked her father's commendation, but he was far away, and could only spend time for the yearly examination. If his daughter did well on those days, he commended her very highly, rewarded her in some way, and was satisfied until a year from that time. Ah! how many parents will answer for this one sin!

Merchants find time to look at their stock before purchasing; farmers time to study well how best to manage the farm; lawyers time to study their cases thoroughly before they shall attempt them; and even God's ministers find time to study the wants of their people before they shall preach to them; but how many of these find time to look into the education which their children are receiving?

When the class assembled for recitation, they found several visitors in. Sadie trembled, for it was the first time she had copied her examples, and she feared Miss Norton would find out. She and Angie were seated at the farther end, but for some unknown reason Miss Norton walked down to that end and said—

'Will you allow me to take your books for our visitors ?'

They dared not refuse, and with consternation handed them to her. Examples were assigned, and all went to the board. Angie stood for a moment, and then turning, said—

'I cannot do that one, Miss Norton, I haven't tried it.'

'You may take the next one then.'

The class was large, and each example had been given out twice, and Angie's sharp eye saw the one that was given her already done, and quickly copied it. Sadie could not do hers, neither could she understand Angie's sign for her to copy it. After a few moments of staring blankly at the board she burst into tears and went to her seat in disgrace. Angie blundered some in her explanation, but went through with it fairly, and going to her seat congratulated herself that she wasn't such a goose as Sadie. But this time her sin was to find her out, and after assigning the morrow's lesson, Miss Norton said

'I am very sorry that any of my pupils should have failed after what was said yesterday, but as you have, you know the penalty, and I shall not expect to see Angie and Sadie for a week. I sincerely hope you will come back with a love for study, and for the right,

The Christian Mother of Cuddapah.

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which is far more important. I ask you to stop and think where this system of deception will lead you. You wish to be noble and true men and women, such that the world may rejoice that you have lived in it.

Your school life must discipline as well as prepare you for your future life-work. What you are now you will be then. The same character, the same thoughts and feelings will characterize you then that do now.

Are you willing to go through life with the same feelings and habits that are clinging to you now? If not, let me beg of you to overcome them before they are fully formed.'

THE CHRISTIAN MOTHER OF CUDDAPAH,
SOUTHERN INDIA.

THIS woman was formally a worshipper of idols, but through the instrumentality of the mission here, was gradually led to the knowledge of the truth. When her friends and relations heard of it they threatened that she should be treated as an outcast, should not be allowed to associate with them nor enter their house, and that when anything either joyous or sorrowful occurred in her house, they would take no part in it. On hearing this she went away with her children to an adjacent village. There she began to feel anxious about the salvation of her family, and instructed them on the sin of idolatry.

She explained that idolatry was forbidden in the Word of God, and that idolaters would be lost.

The little ones said, "If it is so, come, let us go to Cuddapah." She listened to their entreaties, and resolved to take them there and place them under Christian instruction; but her neighbours expostulated, and her aged mother threw her arms around her neck, and, weeping, said, "Don't send them."

She replied, "They may become outcasts from men, but you are outcasts from God."—Missionary`News.

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FOX HILL MISSION STATION, BAHAMA ISLANDS. CROSSING the great Gulf Stream during the night in the English mail steamer from Havana, the traveller sights the lighthouse which marks the extreme point of the Bahama Bank, warning voyagers off the shoals and dangerous coral reefs.

At dawn of day the island of New Providence is seen; the steamer glides by the lighthouse on Hog Island, by which the harbour of Nassau is formed. Leaving this town, which is the capital, with its substantial mission buildings and its hundreds of Christians, we pass along the Sea Coast-road five miles to Fox Hill. This beautiful station, which is a branch of the Nassau mission, is situated near to a large plantation of orange-trees, 100 acres in extent, from which the proprietor gathers a handsome return, shipping its produce to the United States.

The trees are planted in the cavities of the calcareous rocks, where a fertile soil collects; they also contain supplies of pure water for the roots. Small orange plantations surround the houses of the people, who delight to assemble for worship in their unpretending mission-room.-Missionary News.

HOW MY UNCLE WAS TAUGHT CIVILITY. My uncle is a respectable fishmonger in London. We all think he has made his fortune, and must be near seventy. Old Stilton, our neighbour, who was not very wise in his youth, they say, often wonders how he can attend to business at such an age; but, having led a temperate life, my uncle is still a robust, active man, and likes to keep the old shop. It is not, however, for the love of gain that he does so. My uncle's trust has been long set in the wealth that cannot waste or flee away;' but forty years of honest and successful trade has made both place and habit familiar; besides, it enables him to bestow more on needy friends, missionary funds, and charitable institutions. I have heard my uncle say as much, by way of explanation, to old Stilton; but he wonders on, and doubtless will to the end of the chapter.

It is in my remembrance that our whole family had once a wondering point of their own concerning my uncle. He had helped my mother when suddenly left a widow, apprenticed my three brothers