The goose could not be found. They stood regarding each other for some time, when suddenly the second fox attacked the other most furiously, as if offended by the trick of his friend. During the battle the man shot them both.

POETRY.

SAYING PRAYERS.

"In everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."-PHIL. iv, 6.

To say my prayers is not to pray,
Unless I mean the things I say,
Unless I think to whom I speak,
And with my heart his favour seek.

In prayer we speak to God above,
We seek the blessed Saviour's love,
We ask for pardon of our sin,
And grace to make us pure within.

My infant lips were early taught
To say "Our Father," as I ought,
And every morn and every night,
To use my daily prayer is right.

But O, if I am found to smile,
Or play, or look about the while,

Or think vain thoughts, the Lord will see,

And how can he be pleased with me?

Then let me, when I kneel to pray,
Not only mind the words I say;
But also strive, with earnest care,
To let my heart go with my prayer.

VARIETIES.

THE BIBLE.

Of all the good books that are found upon earth,
The Bible stands first and alone;

There's none that comes near it in wisdom and worth,
No other God's will can make known.

It tells us of great and of glorious things,

Which angels with wonder might hear,
Glad tidings from heaven to all men it brings
Of peace and of pardon brought near.

God speaks in the Bible to each and to all,
With grace through the Son of his love;
And they who attend to his heavenly call
Shall rise to his kingdom above.

There's much in the Bible that's easy and plain
To those who are lowly in mind,

Nor even an infant shall read it in vain,

The way of salvation to find.

Then dear to my heart be the Book of the Lord,
Where daily these wonders I trace;

And may I, thus fed on the milk of the Word,
Grow stronger and richer in grace.

VARIETIES.

CHEMICAL MEDIATION.

SOME Water and Oil

One day had a broil,

As down in a glass they were dropping :
And would not unite,

But continued to fight,
Without any prospect of stopping.

Some Pearlash oe'rheard,

And quick as a word,

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He jumped in the midst of the clashing;
When all three agreed,

And united with speed,
And Soap was created for washing.

SLAVERY IN ENGLAND.

What! Slavery in England? O yes, although of a different kind to that in Africa and America, we have thousands of slaves in England,-slaves to every kind of sin; but especially to that of intemperance. There are tens of thousands of poor heart-broken English mothers and children, who are subject to cruelties not exceeded by those inflicted by the slave owning planters. During the great missionary month of May, 1852, a London blacksmith, residing in the highly favoured parish of Islington, was charged at the Marylebone police court with nearly killing his own little girl, only two and a half years of age. This man (although a kind father when sober) had got tipsy at the public house; the ale and other drinks that he had taken, made him lose all his kind feelings, and because his little girl cried, he got into so sad a passion, that he seized the poor creature by her legs, and carried her with her little head hanging down and dragging along the ground. No wonder that she still cried. Sad! sad to tell, he then took and dashed her head, with a hard blow, against the iron pailings of a house that he was passing. then violently threw her down on the hard ground. Poor innocent child! It was a wonder she was not killed on the spot. The drunken father was secured by the police and locked up for several days in prison. Many very similar cases of cruelty by drunken fathers and mothers are taking place every day, not only in London, but in many other places in England. We desire to put a stop to such cruel acts, and if all the CHILDREN will help in this good work, it can soon be done. Little reader, will you help?

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THE

GREENHOUSE.

DEAR YOUNG READERS,-Here comes your DewDrop once more! Surely you are glad when it reaches you, and when with your own hands, you open up its nice pages, with the true desire of being blessed. We know you long for its monthly visit to your homes, and therefore we feel delighted to spare a little of our time in laying before you a few simple and instructive thoughts. May the Holy Spirit direct and guide our endeavour!

February, you know, is the first spring month. Comparatively few flowers bestud the face of nature. Often the ground is covered with snow so that every green thing is hid from our eyes, and cold piercing winds howl around our dwellings. In such circumstances how charming it is to enter the greenhouse and behold the healthy and luxuriant plants with which it abounds. Look at our beautiful wood-cut and you will see a nice greenFebruary, 1853.]

[Vol. V., No. 59.

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house. There is, you see, some specimens of stately plants, which have been sheltered from the boisterous winds, pelting rains, and biting frosts of winter. These dear children are nursing them most carefully. The little boy is kindly directing his little sister how to water and train their flowers so as to produce more buds and blossoms. Many of them are just approaching flower, and by and by will reward these dear children with a splendid show of lovely bloom. They will then feast their minds upon all the varied hues, and their little hearts will heave with gratitude to that kind God who stoops to notice the smallest flower that peeps above the earth.

Now, dear children, you may learn from this greenhouse the benefit of protection. You well know that if fine plants are left unprotected in the flower border during winter, they will die. The frost nips off their beautiful leaves, and soon they are black and useless. Well, the greenhouse prevents this. When the flowers are taken from the border and placed in the greenhouse, they are sheltered from all the cold winter winds, and instead of fading as the season advances, they become more healthy and beautiful.

The greenhouse also shows us the benefit of culture. What although flowers were taken from the open air and placed on the shelves of the greenhouse, if no one looked after them, if no proper soil were placed about their roots suited to their different constitutions, if no kind hand fed them, if no one was near to prune their branches so that they might grow in nice handsome shapes, beautiful to look upon, what would it profit? Soon they would die for want of care and training. You see, then, dear readers, what benefit the plant derives from being cultivated. They could not produce such lovely hues, nor give forth such