Mr. Brown was a little boy like you, and didn’t live in half as good a house as
yours. He had to work justas hard as you do, too.”

Will looked surprised.

“Yes,” continued the old man, “he worked just as hard; but he didn’t fret
about it, and stop to build castles in the air when he ought to have been at
work. ‘The hand of the diligent maketh rich,’ the good Book says, and I
think you will find this true. And there is another verse: ‘Seest thou a man
diligent in his business, he shall stand before kings, he shall not stand before
mean men.” :

“But Mr. Brown don’t ‘stand before kings,’” urged Will.

“No,” said Uncle Esek, “but everybody respects him and values his good
Opinion.”

Will picked up his hoe thoughtfully, while Uncle Esek continued: “Every-
thing in this world worth the having costs something. We always have to pay
all that a thing is worth before we getit. If we want money we must work for
it; if we want to be wise, we must study hard and think a great deal; if we
want to have an easy time when we are old we must work for it when we are
boys.”

“Maybe that’s so,” said Will. “I never thought of it before. But anyhow
you can fix it, I don’t like to hoe potatoes, though I suppose it will have to be
done,” and he moved slowly toward his unfinished work,

“That’s right,” said the old man, looking after him; “do the things that are
waiting right at hand to be done. And after all, my boy, it doesn’t make so
much difference what we work at, though it isa great deal pleasanter to do -
what we enjoy; butitis the way in which we do the work that makes men of
us.

/ 3 -SSte

(Cove One Another.

ren small
is) Sat on the stairs in a lighted hall,
coed Vexed and troubled and sore per-
plexed
To learn the Sunday’s forgotten text;
Only three words ona gilded card,
But both children declared it hard.

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‘Love,’ that is easy—it means, why, this’—
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);

“But ‘one another,’ I don’t see who
Is meant by ‘another’—now, May, do your”

Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowiy said,
As she fondly smiled on the little brother:

‘Why, Iam one, and you are another,

And this is the meaning—don’t you see?—
That I must love you, and you must love me,”

Wise little preacher, could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?