Ideath, I will fear no evil; for thou

with me; thy rod and thy staff ey comfort me." "

And thus she crossed the dark river, ade like a silver stream by the resence of the blessed Redeemer. father and mother wept, but joy sorrow mingled in their tears. could almost see the golden open to receive their loved one; they then understood the words the prophet, "The child shall die hundred years old."

"NEVER GIVE UP!"

FOR THE YOUNG.

"I CANNOT! I'm sure I shall never be able to learn this hard lesson!" said ttle Fred, stamping his foot, throwing down his book, and almost rying with anger. "I won't learn t, either!"

Fred did not see that his mother as standing in the doorway, looking #him, for his back was towards it. "Fred! Freddy!" said she, coming to the room," suppose you try once 'Try, try again,' the little says. You must not give up so, By boy."

Bore.

"But, mother,” said Fred, "there no use in trying. I shall never be Me to learn it! never!"

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"Very well, my son," said Mrs. Brown, lay aside your books, while I read to you what Solomon saysHe becometh poor that dealeth with aack hand, but the hand of the ent maketh rich.' Do you wish to w up an ignorant man ?" "No, mother."

"Then, my son, go diligently to Fork over your books. Never give P is an excellent motto for a boy. Try again, Fred, never give up. is called a battle, and if we would conquerors, we must be persevering diligent."

Not

many days after, Fred came Ping into his mother's room, hold22 an open book in his hand.

"Mother, mother," he said, "I

wanted to do as you told me, and I did not wish to be a stupid man; so I tried, and tried again, to learn this hard lesson. Now I can say every word of it. Just hear me, mother." Yes, Fred had learned his lesson perfectly.

"Now, my son,' " his mother said, ever remember, that to accomplish our object, we must never give up before we try. Persevere; be diligent. With folded hands we can do nothing."

"I'll do better next time, mother," said Fred, as he ran off, delighted with his success.

How much better and happier he felt than if he had given up and put his books away!

"No, no, I'll never give up again," he said, "and by-and-bye I'll be a man, and do something for mother."

Fred had a kind mother, who worked very hard to support him. He knew this, and would often say to himself,

"Never mind, I'm going to work for her by-and-bye.”

But poor Fred gave up too easily. Let us see if the hard lesson had taught him that by perseverance we can accomplish great things.

The hard lesson having been really learned, Fred felt encouraged to go on trying to overcome greater difficulties.

"If I can do one thing," he said, "I can do another. I mean to try, and as mother says, 'never give up.'

From the very bottom of the class, Fred began to find himself going up; until one day he was at the head. Purely from trying, and never giving

"A boy wanted!" He read it over and over, while his heart beat against his breast.

"If I could get a place like that," he said, "why, I could help mother, I'm sure I could."

His thoughts were full of it; and he ran as fast as he could, to ask his mother if he might not try to get the place.

She gave her consent, "for," she said, "Freddy, I'm obliged to take you from school for a while, because I cannot pay the bills. You may try, my boy."

Fred was very impatient to be off at once, lest some one else should have procured the place before him. He made himself very neat, brushed his clothes, and blacked his shoes as brightly as possible. Then, eating his dinner, he hurried back to the shop.

The paper was still in the window, and with a great fluttering at his heart, Fred walked into the shop.

"I'm afraid," said the gentleman, "that you are too small."

"I'm twelve years old, sir," said Fred, standing very erect, "and I could try."

The gentleman smiled, and said,

"I should like to have you, my boy, if you were only a little stouter. I don't think that you would be able to to take home large bundles like that; would you?

"I could try, sir; mother says we ought never to give up."

"You are the right kind of boy, my son. I'll give you a trial,-you may come in the morning."

Fred was almost breathless with delight; he ran home as fast as his feet could carry him, to tell his mother of his success.

"Mother," he said, "I'm glad I got that hard lesson; because now, whenever I feel like giving up, I think of it; and I say to myself, I won't give up yet. I'll try again. I mean to be a rich man some day, so as to take care of you."

"Go on, my dear boy," his mother said, "persevere; but don't forget that

it is God who giveth us the power do. Ask him to keep you from tem tation and sin, and to help you overcome the difficulties that me come in your way."

Fred determined to follow hi mother's advice; and he entered up his duties, resolving to do his and never to give up, if he could be it. He got very tired at first, runer here and there with heavy bundle but then he said to himself,

"I learned that hard lesson, and I go on trying, I shall get a bett place by-and-bye."

Thus he comforted himself one h summer day, as he carried alo several bundles strapped together, a slung across his shoulder. He stopp for a moment to rest on the steps of fine house, for he was very warm a tired; and while he was wiping t perspiration from his brow, the de was opened, and Mr. C-, the pro prietor of the shop he was in, cam out.

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Ah, Fred, is that you?" he sai "You look tired."

Fred thought for a moment befo he answered. For would it be bray or manly to say he was tired?

Tis very warm, sir," he said, wi a slight shake of his head.

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That it is, my boy," said the ge tleman, smiling, to see with what a air of confidence Fred shouldered h burden.

For two whole years Fred remai errand-boy in Mr. C's handson shop. His motto had always be Never give up! Temptations difficulties had frequently come in way, but he had not forgotten the lesson, and his mother's daily ado tion, "Trust in God, my son, an never give up trying to do right." on Fred battled his way, graduall gaining the good opinion of th around him. His wages had from tim to time been increased; and now! was really able to do something help his mother.

Mother! mother!" he exclaime bouncing into the room on New Year

"look here! look here! Mr. has given me a five-pound note a New Year's gift, and here is a ate and a dress for you." My boy, my darling boy," said rs. Brown, lifting her hands. This comes from not giving up. us read the note."

better-better still, Mr. C-- had red Fred a situation behind the water, and much better pay.

Oh, it was a happy, happy evening to Fred and his mother!

"I'm glad I learned that hard lescried Fred; "it taught me never to zive up."

"God bless you, my son," said his mother, with tearful eyes," and lead you ever in the right way."

Eight years longer Fred laboured on in the same shop, never giving up, though he had often felt like it. He persevered in everything, until he gained a thorough knowledge of the business, and had made himself indispunable to the house.

Another change has taken place in Fred's circumstances. He is a partner Low. See him walking arm in arm down the street with that elderly geneman. How pleasantly they seem be talking now, as they stand bere a pretty cottage garden!

It is Fred's new home, to which he lajust taken his mother. There she Coming to meet them, with smiling

Fred supports his mother now.

She no longer sits up late to sew by candle-light for him; there is no need for that.

Fred was a kind, good son. The hard lesson had taught him how to bo successful in life.

Think of Fred, my dear children. If you should be tempted to give up, and to say, "I can't," do as he did"Try, try again." Go on; don't give up. What is to hinder you from succeeding as well as Fred?

It was very pleasant to Fred, after the week's labours were over, to be able to spend one day out of the seven -the Sabbath day-between church and home.

It is Sabbath morning, and Fred and his mother are going to the house of God. Fondly she leans upon his arm, and how carefully he guides her steps, for she is not strong.

Just watch the people. See how kindly they extend their hands to the young man who has risen so happily by God's blessing on his exertions and perseverance.

Don't give up, my boys. Remember, there is no disgrace in honest labour. If you do not succeed the first time, try again. Learn the hard lesson. Overcome the difficulties by repeated efforts. Trust in God and do good, and "verily thou shalt be fed." He will help you if you ask Him. He will be your strength and your guide, if you trust in Him. Don't give up!

for a week preaching about sin-man's pride-man's ignorance-man's danger-man's heavenly Friend-man's debts all paid-and man's duty to love so great a benefactor. I have talked much every day, and though many of my words have seemed to me to be like rain falling upon a rock on which nothing will grow, still, just as the rain runs off the rock and makes rich the soil below, so my words may run off the hard hearts of those who stood near me and heard me best, and sink into the minds of those who stood behind, whose faces even I did not see. I would like, I think, to hear somebody tell me in heaven, 'Oh, Mandari, brother, you led me to God, but you never knew it before-did you?"

"Before I went out on the river, my teacher and superintendent, Mr. Hobbs, said to me, 'Oh, Mandari, brother, you, and Madhob, and Sreemonto, hire a boat, and go forth, and unless you are ill, I do not wish to see your face again for a week.'

"I felt a little fear when I heard this command, for there is such a dreadful plague raging all around, that in almost every village, twenty persons out of every hundred have died during the last four months; but when I remembered that we Christians have only lost three out of forty, I said to myself, Fie, fie, my cowardly mind-God has said, 6 a thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee.'

here that every one's face looks un happy, and when I began my addre by saying, Brothers, there is no rea happiness to be found in this world good,' everybody, as with one voice said, 'That is a true word; we can find none.'

"Oh, how quietly they listened whil I showed them that lands and houses and many cows, and children, an lawsuits, can never give long-livin happiness; and when I altered speech, and pointed out to them the although there was no happiness all these, yet that overflowing abiding happiness was to be found the Christian deliverer, they said, this was true, then why did not Ge make them believe it?

"I told them that they must no talk so, it was covering God with in justice; that they could believe these things as easily as anything else if they really wanted to be free of sin and the devil.

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"I told them that when the fisherman threw his net, every fish had to look after itself, and in this they must try to get out of the reach Satan and every bad way. We work have given them some books to lightes their dark path, but they could no read; no, not one amongst them. Th name of this village was Baspota.

"In the afternoon we went to Bag danga, another village. Alas! heard a poor woman weeping abou her dead husband, and she was sco. ing God very much for taking h away from his home.

"I would like to have gone nesr her, and spoken ten (a few) k words, but the customs of our count will not allow a stranger to do such thing.

We soon got a congregation. was very heavy with grief, and so b fore all the people I lifted up my ha and prayed.

"I told the people how solemn w

he present times, and begged them to ve off doing wickedness and shipping idols, and give their arts to the consideration of the holy Christian religion.

Some of the little company were ry serious- said our words were -that virtue had fled away from Lla, and that this new Christian rewas a good one. Then why do you not embrace it?' d my brother Chand. Because,'

they, others do not. When ten Es in our village become ChrisDas, we will do so too.' It was

when we got back to our boat. cooked, ate, prayed, and laid down

"Standing at one side of the market, we soon collected a crowd, most

1 whom listened with attention. At last one old man said, 'Brother, your Fords are not at all bad, and your reZon seems to be a good one for

ish people, but we don't want it. We have got one that suits us very , and are not going to give it up the one you are telling about. It d very well for our ancestors. Who we that we should pretend to be so ach wiser than they, and thus heap Tace upon them?"

"Dear Christian people, my counyen often talk this way. I will

you how I replied to them.

Dear old man, you have spoken indeed, but there is no weight in your words. You ought to know that religion is not a common affair, and you should not talk about it as you would about a house, or ploughing, or clean

your rice. You may do all these things ten different ways, if you like, and it concerns no one but yourself.

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But religion is conversation, and thinking and acting between God and

Now God is greater than men, and can give all the rules by which gion is to be carried on.

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'Now look here. If we Hindoos were under the power of the devil and sin in altogether a different kind of way from the English, then perhaps there might be a different way of getting free from sin, and reaching heaven. But it is not so; English people and Hindoos sin in the same way. Both are covetous, and envious, and angry, and lustful, and set their love on earthly things instead of on heavenly things. All nations sprang from one man and one woman; and just as they all need one kind of air to breathe, and one kind of water to drink, and one kind of medicine to cure the cholera, dysentery, and fever, so do all need one kind of religion to make their filthy hearts pure, and their wicked lives holy.

"This being the case, how can you hold up your head, and say that God will accept you if you kiss Brahmin's feet, and go on pilgrimage, and bathe in the Ganges, whilst it is necessary for English people to lie down in the dust and cry aloud to God? Go along with you, brother; your words come out of an old mouth, but they are only the words of a child.'

"In the afternoon we went to another village, but the people were very busy, getting their cows home, and tying the earthen vessels to the date-trees to catch the juice that flows in the night, so that we could not get good attention. Two or three of them laughed at us, and said we should never prosper, as we had deserted the old national religion.

"I told them that we were prospering, that we were poor indeed, but we generally got enough to eat, and were at peace with God all day and all night long. What more of prosperity could any one expect to have?

"One man then asked me if the missionary would keep him, provided he became a Christian? I told him no; that the missionaries were not