a few inches from the ground, and carefully hid himself in the bushes.

Presently a step was heard, and Joe eagerly peeped out. He expected to see Fritz coming along, but instead of that it was his cousin Herbert. He was the last person Joe cared to see just then, so he unfastened the string, and lay quiet, hoping that he would not see him. But Herbert's quick eye soon caught sight of him, and Joe had to tell him all that had happened, and wound up by saying, "But never mind; I mean to make him smart for it."

'Why, you see, Fritz carries a basket of eggs to market every morning, and I mean to trip him over this string and smash them all."

Joe knew that this was not a right feeling, and he expected to get a sharp lecture from his cousin. But, to his surprise, he only said, in a quiet way,

'Well, I think Fritz does deserve some punishment; but this string is an old trick. I can tell you something better than that." "What!" cried Joe, eagerly.

"How would you like to put a few coals of fire on his head ?"

"What! burn him ?" asked Joe, doubtfully. His cousin nodded his head. With a queer smile, Joe clapped his hands-"Bravo!" said he, "that's just the thing, cousin Herbert. You see his hair is so thick he would not get burned much before he would have time to shake them off; but I should just like to see him jump once. Now, tell me how to do it— quick!"

"If thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink; for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.' There," said Herbert, "that is God's way of doing it, and I think that is the best kind of punishment that Fritz could have.”

real take in. Why it is just no punishment at

all."

"Try it once," said Herbert. Treat Fritz kindly, and I am certain that he will feel so ashamed and unhappy, that kicking or beating him would be like fun in comparison."

Joe was not really a bad boy, but he was now in a very ill-temper, and he said, sullenly, "But you have told me a story, cousin Herbert. You said this kind of coals would burn, and they don't at all."

"You are mistaken about that," said Herbert. 'I have known such coals burn up malice, envy, ill-feeling, and a great deal of rubbish, and then leave some cold hearts feeling as warm and pleasant as possible."

Joe drew a long sigh. "Well, tell me a good coal to put on Fritz's head, and I will see about it."

"You know," said Herbert, "that Fritz is very poor, and can seldom buy himself a book, although he is very fond of reading, but you have quite a library. Now suppose-but no, I won't suppose anything about it. Just think over the matter, and find your own coal. But be sure to kindle it with love, for no other fire burns like that.'

Then Herbert sprang over the fence and went whistling away. Before Joe had time to collect his thoughts he saw Fritz coming down the lane carrying a basket of eggs in one hand and a pail of milk in the other. For a moment the thought crossed Joe's mind, "What a grand smash it would have been if Fritz had fallen over the string!" But he drove it away in an instant, and was glad enough that the string was put away in his pocket. Fritz started, and looked very uncomfortable, when he first caught sight of Joe; but the little fellow began at once with, "" Fritz, have you much time to read now?"

"Yes," answered Joe, "and perhaps I have some others you may like to read. And, Fritz,” he added a little slyly, "I would ask you to come and help to sail my new boat this afternoon, but some one has gone and broken the masts, and torn up the sails, and made a great hole in the bottom. Who do you suppose did it ? "

Fritz's head dropped on his breast, but, after a moment, he looked up with great effort, and said,

"Oh, Joe! I did it; but I can't tell you how very sorry I am. You didn't know that I was so mean when you promised to lend me the books, did you?"

"Well, I rather thought you did it," said Joe, slowly.

"And yet you didn't-" Fritz could get no further. He felt as if he would choke. His face was red as a live coal. He could stand it no longer, so off he walked without saying a word.

"That coal does burn," said Joe to himself. "I know Fritz would rather I had smashed every egg in his basket than offered to lend him that book. But I feel fine."

Joe took two or three somersaults, and went home with a light heart and a grand appetite for breakfast.

When the captain and crew of the little vessel met.at the appointed hour they found Fritz there before them, eagerly trying to repair the injuries; and, as soon as he saw Joe, he hurried to present him with a beautiful flag which he had bought for the boat with a part of his money. The boat was repaired and launched, and made a grand trip, and every thing had turned out as cousin Herbert had said, for Joe's heart was so warm, and full of kind thoughts, that he was never more happy in his life. And Joe found out afterwards that the more he used of this curious kind of coal the larger supply he had on hand-kind thoughts, kind words, and kind actions. "I declare, cousin Herbert,” said he, with a merry twinkle of his eye, "I shall have to set up a coal-yard."

I should be glad to have all of you, my young friends, engage in this branch of the coal business. If every family would be careful to

“Well then, mamma! it's the very best book in the world, for you told me so yourself! "What! is it the Bible, Nellie ?"

The child nodded affirmatively, with a glad smile that seemed to say, "You can't refuse to buy that for me!

'But you have a Bible, my pet, a very nice one that Papa gave you last birthday.”

"Yes, I know. But, mamma, this Bible isn't the least bit like that! That's a regular Sunday Bible, to take to church, and to learn texts out of, and to read at school."

"Well, are not all Bibles alike ?”

"Oh no, ma. This is a lovely story book Bible; you should just see it! It has not two rows of reading on a page, and chapters and

verses, and rows of little letters at the sides, so small you can hardly see them. But it is all in nice large letters, that even little Lena could read, though she's only five years old; and it goes straight on like any other book. And best of all, mamma, every page has a picture; it's the most beautiful picture book and story book that can be! If I had it, I should like to read in it better than Parents' Assistant, or any of my books. You will buy it for me, mamma dear, won't you?"

“Well, darling, I must see about it.”

“Oh, no, you mustn't, mamma,” said Nellie, in a tone of expostulation: "you must not see about it, please; because that means you won't buy it directly. I want you to come now, and see it; it's lying on Mr. Milsom's counter, and I'm afraid somebody else will buy it, if we don't make haste."

"But you have not told me yet what it costs, pussy," said mamma, who was rather wondering what manner of Bible it might be, with which her little girl had fallen so desperately in love.

"Well, I don't know; at least I don't quite understand; only the man told me I could have it for a penny a week."

“I fear it would take a great many weeks to buy it at that rate, Nellie. He meant a penny for a few pages of it, each week, so that at the end of a year or two you would have the whole book."

"Oh, that would be no might be dead before that!

use, mamma.

I And, besides, the beginning part would be worn out with looking at it, before I got to the end. I should like to have it all at once, mamma; and—you know, mamma -to-morrow is New Year's Day, and—and, you

Only it is not black like that. It is a beautiful bright blue colour, and it has a dear little Samuel outside, all in gold! And the pictures, they cover a whole page, many of them; such very interesting pictures, mamma. They seem to tell the story almost without the reading. When I saw the one of Daniel in the lion's den, I fancied I could hear him praying, and the lions looked just as if they were listening and frightened. And oh, mamma! to look at Jonah being pitched out of the ship, it makes you feel horribly! just as if you were falling, falling, falling into such terrible black waves. But the pictures about the Lord Jesus are lovely! I saw one, where he is touching the eyes of the man born blind; the man looks as if he was trying to see bofore his eyes are open, so expecting and eager, just like he did look, I think."

But they had reached Mr. Milsom's library, and on entering the shop Mrs. Brown at once saw the book in question, lying on the counter where her little girl had left it.

It was a noble volume certainly, and her mother did not wonder at Nellie's admiration of it. As the man was engaged attending to another customer, Mrs. Brown had time to turn over the leaves and examine the book. It was called "THE CHILD'S BIBLE; and, as Mrs. Brown soon perceived, its 800 pages of fine bold type, though all Bible, were not all the Bible, but only such portions as children would be likely to read and enjoy. The parts that were there were, however, in the very words of Scripture, and seemed admirably selected and arranged. The pictures, too, were all that Nellie had described, and numbered between two and three hundred. The wish to bestow the treasure on her child was as strong in mamma's heart as was the desire to possess it in Nellie's. But she feared the book must

needs be an expensive one. "The price is a guinea, ma'am, and cheap at that; but we take off twopence in the shilling discount, so it will only cost you seventeen shillings and sixpence."

Nellie looked grave. That was a great deal of money; she feared mamma would adopt the

penny a week plan, which she did not at all approve. But to her great delight she observed mamma's hand move towards her pocket, and then take a sovereign out of her purse, and lay it on the counter, with the remark, "Well, the book is a marvel of beauty and cheapness, and I think I must indulge my little girl here with a copy, as a New Year's gift."

So Nellie carried home in triumph CASSELL'S CHILD'S BIBLE, with the golden Samuel on the cover; and never did a New Year's gift bring greater pleasure, not to Nellie alone, but to all our little friends.-Children's Treasury.

A

3 Carriage telling its own Story.

OME time ago two young men went to a livery stable to hire a horse and carriage. They told the keeper of the stable that they only wanted to go to a village seven miles off. When they came back, the man thought the horse looked as though he had been driven much farther than that. He asked them how much farther they had been. They said they had only been to the next village. Then he opened a box that was fastened to the side of the carriage. In this box was a little thing almost like a clock. This had the power of keeping a correct account of every turn made by the wheels of the carriage. It did this by pointing with a finger to the figures on a dial-plate. The man knew how many turns of the wheel it took to make a mile; and so when he saw the figure to which the finger pointed, he knew in a moment how many miles the carriage had been. As soon as he opened his box he saw that the carriage had travelled thirty miles, instead of fourteen. Those young men didn't know that they were carrying with them a silent witness against themselves, they did not know that that little instrument was keeping a correct account of every yard of ground they went over. And just so it is with conscience. It is busy all

the time; and at last it will give a correct account of all that we have done.-Children's Treasury.

THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL.
The Mountain and the Squirrel
Had a quarrel,

And the former called the latter "Little Prig;"
Bun replied:

"You are doubtless very big;

But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere;

And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make

A very pretty squirrel-track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut.”

*

Don't be Lazy.

EMERSON.

LITTLE boy was once walking along a

dusty road. The sun was very warm, and was shining right down upon his head, tempting him to lie down and rest. Yet he walked along very quickly, thinking that the faster he walked, the sooner he would be at home.

He soon heard a carriage coming behind him; and when it came up with him, the driver stopped and kindly asked the boy to come up beside him.

The boy was very glad to do so; and the gentleman, a good old Quaker, began to talk to him.

"Do you know why I asked thee to ride with me?" said he.

"No, sir," said the boy.

"Well then, friend, I saw thee walking along very fast, and doing thy duty, and so I asked thee to ride; but if I had seen thee wasting thy time in play or idling on thy way, I would not have done so by any means."

Boys! think of this; and wherever you are, whatever you may be doing, never be lazy,— and you will always have your reward, though you may not be picked up by a kindly Quaker.

Puzzles

THE answer to the first Puzzle in the number for July was,-"A stitch in time saves nine."

The answer to the second was,-"16 feet, of an inch, and 11 inches."

The following have answered both correctly, -W. S. Gibson, W. E. Beckett, E. Henderson, R. J. Wakefield. T. E. Wakefield, R. Moore, E. Hamblin, J. Greenwood, J. G. Davies, J. Powning, F. E. Chester, Annie Townend, A. Soothill, B. Waite McArthur, W. Atkinson, J. G. Simpson, W. Hardman, H. Ll Snape, Geo. Crossley, G. H. Andrews, Polly Charlesworth, H. Horrox, C. Taylor, J. Brown, F. A. Carver, A. H. Low, A. Thackray, A. Derry, T. F. Moorhouse, A. Pickering, W. A. Rushworth, A. Rushworth, W. Lord, M. A. Ormerod, T. K. Wolstenholme, M. E. Butterworth, Mary Lord, W. Crozier.

The following have answered one correctly,Lillie Elstob, J. W. Worth, F. Ely, A. M. Cozens-Hardy, S. Buck, Emily Hoyle, C. J. Townend, A. Halmshaw, E. Hancox, S. E. Harrison, S. Dutton, T. Page, T. S. Mc Underhay, M. Wardlow, Alice Kirk, Kate Hoggarth, N. Law, F. Oakland, W. H. Whitworth, E. Martin, M. B. Wild, George H. Mc Callum, H. M. Foster, J. Mitcheson, J. H. Tatters, Polly Hicks, H. J. Gibbs, Elizabeth Olay, F. Barnett, Mary Hoyle, Florence Sharpley, Annie Burley, Richard Wyld, J. H. Norburn, E. Manock, M.

J. Davies, F. Lister, E. E. Moulds, M. J. Cornthwaite, T. Storey, C. S. Butterworth, R. W. Mitchinson, E. Nickson, J. Heatt, A. E. Stewart, W. Rushworth, T. Murdin, F. Wright, F. Hedley, M. A. Dixon, T. Smith, R. Rodgers, W. Briggs.

As we have to go press early this month we may receive answers after this date-July 19th. The names will be acknowledged in the next number.

I.

Find the proverb in the following lines, the first word of which is in the first line, the second word is in the second line, and so on to the end.

'Tis time our boat was on its way,

And evening shades are gathering fast;
The tide will turn at close of day,
We dare not wait till that is past,
For 'gainst that rapid current's force
No arm of ours could stem its course,
So man the oars, and speed the way!

II.

A society collected from its members a special fund amounting to £45 18s. 9d.; each person paid as many pence as there were members in the society. What was the number of members ?

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