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at once, and gather where you are, and ; oozing out of it, and we will puta pail on
as you go. Some boys and girls read | the ground, for the sap to drop into,
books as Jemmy Thompson gathered | When there is a kettle full of it, I will
blackberries. They go among the thick- | boil it over the fire, just to show you how
est and the best, but bear nothing away, | sugar ismade. The sap looks like water,
because they do not gather where they are, | and is pleasant drink. When it has
and as they go, of all that comes to hand. | boiled awhile, it looks like molasses, and
2. To save the soul, you must set | finally it becomes sugar. Cutting down
about it at once, and where you are, and | the tree, in order to get the sugar that
as you go; pluck whatever will help you | is in it, would be something like killing
in it. How many go on‘from week to | a cow to gether milk. But after all, this
week, and year to year, amid all that | is full as rational as the plan some peo-
can be desired to save and bless their | ple adopt to get pleasure. They go to
spirits, yet come off at the end, like | the fountain, and dry up the springs, in
Jemmy Thompson, without gaining life’s | order to obtain the greatest possible
great work. quantity of the water !”” E. T.
O, reader, set about your work of get- |
ting knowledge, and seeking salvation
for yourself, lest the evening of life should
come, and you should find that you had
wasted your time, and, while others were Chide mildly the Erring.
saved, you were lost !—S. S. Advocate.

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Curve mildly the erring !
Kind language endears ;

sniiheciasiitiliaa Grief follows the sinful—
Add not to their tears.

Avoid with reproaches

A Queer Notion. Fresh pain to bestow ;
The heart which is stricken
* OTHER,” said a little girl, the. Needs never a blow.
other day, “I do wish you'd Chide mildly the erring !
persuade grandpa’ to cut Jeer not at their fall!
down one of thesé maple If strength were but human,
trees in door-yard, and make it into su- How weakly were all!

What marvel that footsteps
Should wander astray,
When tempests so shadow

gar.” “ What will you do with it then?”
asked her mother,—‘ pound it up, and

squeeze it, or burn it, or what?” “I don’t Life's wearisome way !
know,” said Martha, looking a little red, Chide mildly the erring!
“they say they make maple sugar out of Entreat them with care!
maple trees. Emily just gave me a nice Their natures are mortal—
cake of it, and it is so delightful.” They need not despair.
“Well,” said her mother, “I will get ee eee
John to bore a hole in one of the trees,.

; And the grace which redeems us,
and fit a tube to it, and then, when the Wait diliie een ths Olen

weather is favorable, the sap will come 0. W. PATTEN.