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who had distrusted Providence, related
to the other father what he had seen,
who observed, ‘“‘ Why fret yourself?
God never abandons his children ; his
love has some secrets which we do not
know. Let us believe, hope, love, labor,
and pursue our course in peace; if I die
before you, you shall be a father to my
children, and if you die before me, I will
be a father to yours; and if we both die
before they are of age to provide for
their own necessities, they will then
have for their father, ‘Our Father who
is in Heaven,’ ”

A Word to Little Girls.

OW TO BE LOVED.—Who is lovely ?
It is that little girl who drops
sweet words, kind remarks, and
pleasant smiles, as she passes
along—who has a kind word of sympathy
for every girl or boy she meets in trouble,
and a kind hand to help her companions
out of difficulty—who never scowls,
never contends, never teases her mates,
nor seeks in any other way to diminish,
but always to increase their happiness.
Would it not please you to pick up a
string of pearls, drops of gold, diamonds,
and precious stones, as you pass along the
streets? But these are the true pearls
and precious stones which can never be
lost. Take the hand of the friendless.
Smile on the sad and dejected. Sympa-
thize with those in trouble. Strive
everywhere to diffuse around you sun-
shine and joy.
If you do this, you will be sure to be
loved. Dr. Doddridge one day asked his

little girl why it was that everybody
loved her ?

“I know not,” she replied, “ unless
it be that I love everybody.”

This the true secret of being beloved.
“He that hath friends,” says Solomon,
“must show himself friendly.” Love
begets love. If you love others, they
cannot help loving you. So then, do
not put on a scowl, and fretfully com-
plain that nobody loves you, or that such .
or such a one does not like you. If no-
body loves you, it is your own fault.
Either you do not make yourself lovely
by a sweet winning temper, and kind
winning ways, or you do not love those
of whom you complain.— Anecdotes of
Girls.

Boys and Fruit.

ATHER Mills astonished the boys of
4 Torringford one Sabbath, as he
, Was giving an account of his
journey to his congregation. Said

he, “I went up into Vermont, and found
many excellent farms, and was surprised
to see so much fine fruit. So I said to
the good people, ‘ How do you manage
to keep your fruit? Don’t the boys stout
it? I lose nearly all mine in that way.’
‘What!’ they exclaimed, ‘boys steal
fruit! We never heard of such a thing,
Pray, where do you live?’ And I was
obliged to tell them,’’ said the old man,
hanging his head, “ that I lived in Tor-
ringford, in the good old state of Con-
necticut.”

It is to be peapemndiictigieah I never
heard how that was—that the boys im-
proved by this hint,