lessons properly, and try to be quiet and attentive to what he says to us."

"You see, then, my dear Frank, that it is not riches that make you either good or happy; and that it is not fine clothes that make your friends love you. Sensible people think but little about fine clothes for children, if they are kept neat and clean."-Working Man's Friend.

POETRY.

THE LITTLE BEGGAR GIRL.

SHE sat before a rich man's door,
And saw the crowd pass by,

A chill ran through her slender frame,
A tear stood in her eye;
Her life was but of little worth,
She once more-longed to die!

The throng, it hurried to and fro,
Nor saw the tears she shed;

The sigh that heaved her little breast,
Was mingled with the tread

Of feet, that hastened where the light
Of love or duty led.

And there she sat, as night its pall

Of darkness round her drew;

And wept and sighed, but still what might

A little outcast do?

Who, who will take her by the hand,

And brighter hopes renew?

And there she sat till, pinched with cold,

She slowly moved away,

And sought a shelter where the winds

Did not so keenly play ;

Nor have the neighbours ever seen

The poor child since that day.

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ON THE DEATH OF A PIOUS SUNDAY SCHOOL

CHILD.

BY MRS SIGOURNEY.

THE fairest plants our gardens yield
The florist's pride and cost,

Oft in an unexpected hour

Endure the untimely frost.

So, in the nurs'ry of the heart,
Where warm affections wait,
The buds that wake the fondest hopes
Oft find the earliest fate.

But if the Holy Spirit's breath
The infant soul hath made
A meet partaker of that bliss
Which cannot fail or fade;

The parting hour indeed may wear
The pang of earthly woe,

Yet hath a solace in that faith

Which humble Christians know

The faith that dries a parent's tear,
And guides his eye above,

To see amid the angel band
The darling of his love.

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LOVE TO THE SAVIOUR.

The departing Henry said, "You have heard the dying words of many; these are mine; I have found a life of communion with Christ the happiest life in the world."

A WORD TO BOYS.

Some one has said:"Boys, did you ever think that this great world, with all its wealth and woe, with all its mines and mountains, its oceans, seas, and

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rivers, with all its shipping, its steamboats, railroads, and magnetic telegraphs, with all its millions of men, and all the science and progress of ages, will soon be given over to the hands of the boys of the present age -boys like you, assembled in school-rooms, or playing without them on both sides of the Atlantic? Believe it, and look abroad upon your inheritance, and get ready to enter upon its possession. The kings, presidents, governors, statesmen, philosophers, ministers, teachers, men of the future, all are boys, whose feet like yours cannot reach the floor, when seated on the benches upon which they are learning to master the monosyllables of their respective languages."

THE RIVER AND THE BROOK.

A small brook fell with a rushing sound into a river, which flowed calmly and silently along.

"I do not understand," said the noisy brook to the river, "why you pass by so quietly. If I were in your place, I would dash onward, so as to make myself heard for miles around."

"I," replied the river, "who water the country for many hundred miles around, and supply the inhabitants of my banks with abundance of fish; I who bear many vessels to the sea, am known and honoured by the world, although I do not dash onward with loud. noise. It is for you, rather, who ripple but for a few furlongs over the pebbles to do this, that it may at least be known that you exist."

A sage was standing upon the shore, and he said to a youth near him: "Seest thou? The greater the merit, the greater the modesty."

SAGACITY OF A MONKEY.

The servant of a medical gentleman, who was sometime in India, caught a young monkey, and brought it to his tent, where every care was taken of it; but the mother was so greatly disturbed with the loss of her progeny, that she never ceased uttering the most -piteous tones, night and day, in the immediate vicinity

of the tent. The doctor at length, tired out with the incessant howling, desired the servant to return the young one to its mother, which he did, when the poor animal cheerfully retired, and sped its way to the community to which it had belonged. Ilere, however, she found she could not be received. She and her progeny had lost caste, and, like the hunted deer, were beaten and rejected by the flock. A few days after, our medical friend was greatly surprised to see the monkey return to his tent, bringing the young one with it. It entered his tent of its own accord, apparently very much exhausted; and having deposited its young one, it then retired a few yards from the tent, and there laid down and died. Оп examining the carcase of the poor animal, it was found in a most emaciated state, starved, wounded, and scratched all over; so that there can be no doubt that it had been dreadfully mutilated by its comrades; and, finding no safety for itself or its offspring, returned the little one into the hands of those who were the cause of her misfortunes.

DON'T HURT ANYTHING.

When you are walking out in the fields, don't tread upon the little worm or creeping thing that crawls across the path. Step on one side, and let the creature live. It would be cruel in you to tread on such a little thing with your heavy foot; and what good would it do you to see it all crushed to pieces. Surely you do not love to do cruel things. He who is cruel when he is young will grow up to be more cruel when he is old. A cruel king, when he was a boy, began by being cruel to poor little flies, and when he was a man and a king then he was cruel to men and women, and put many to death. Do not you do as he did; but be tender and kind to poor little insects. You should not forget that the Lord made them as well as you. Be ye merciful as your Father in heaven is merciful. God created every living thing, whether insect or bird, bee or butterfly; see then that ye destroy not wilfully what God hath made.

DEAR CHILDREN,-This number of your own little Dew-Drop, will reach your little hands while the busy work of harvest is going on. Many of you will have the opportunity of seeing the yellow fields with the bands of reapers gathering in the golden grain. You will perhaps see also women and children passing slowly over the fields, after the full sheaves have been carried off to the barn-yard, and picking up every single stalk of corn that they may find left on the ground. These are the gleaners, and we desire to teach you a few nice little lessons, which may be associated in your minds with their work,

1. The gleaners may teach us the importance of small blessings. This is a lesson which old people