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cause it was secret the disciples over- however, does iniquity render th estimated him. They regarded him heart, that presently the inebriatas good when he was bad. Ananias will make no secret of his vice; hand Sapphira were held in esteem by will frequent hotels, he will be found the Church when they had no right reeling in the streets. He who read to it. Nor is it otherwise with us unclean and lascivious books on th when retain invisible sins.

sly, pushing them under the cushion Whether we mean it or not, we are of the couch, or thrusting them inte deceiving our fellow-men. They his pocket when a visitor enters, wil give us credit for more than we pos- not be so particular by-and-bye sess. Surely this should lead us to The said volumes will, one day pray,

“ Cleanse thou me from secret stand boldly on his library-shelve faults." 4. Secret faults become public

“ Thinkst thnu to be concealed, the faults. Herein the physical is illus.

litt e thought!

That in the curtain'd chamber of the trative of the spiritual. If there is

soul serious though hidden disease, it will

Dost wrap thyself so close, and dreams presently manifest itself. Supposing to do that there is a “secret fault” in the A hidden work! Look to the hues tha

roll lungs, a minute defect, perhaps hardly larger than a pin's point,

O'er the changed brow, the moving lip

behold, exists there. It becomes greater; Linkivg thee unto sound, the feet that it grows and grous. First one cell, then another, is destroyed, and at Upon thine errands, and the deels that length the secret fault becomes pub

stamp lic. There is the hollow cough, the

Thy likeness plain before the poondas wasted hand, the sunken cheek, the

Look to the pen that writes thy history hard breathing, weary days and

down sleepless nights. Then you see the In those tremendous books that ne'er blinds of the house drawn down


Until the day of doom, and blush to see ominously; perchance you happen

How vain thy trust in darkness to to pass when a coffin is being borne

repose, out. Some day when you are loiter. Where all things tend to judgment. S ing in the cemetery you see among

beware, the gav flowers, the fluttering leaves,

O erring human heart, what thought and the overshadowing trees, a new

thou lodgest there!” grave, and a new grave-stone, and a Well, then, may we wish that we new inscription, telling how the

be cleansed from secre family, the Church, and the world faults." Let us take heed, however have been bereaved of one who, in that our wish forms itself into the prime of life, has been called prayer.

Cleanse thou me." We home. So is it morally. Indeed, cannot cleanse ourselves. Alas for so hardening is the influence of sin, the deluded man who with the water that a secret fault indulged in must and laver of his own resolves and inevitably become public; the sinner efforts, seeks to free himself from gets indifferent as to whether it is

moral impurity. “The work exceed known or not. Here is a man that all nature's power.” Only when justifies a debased appetite by in- God comes to our aid can temperance; but he does it in effectually delivered from secret private. He gets drunk by his own faults. Be this, then, our reiterated fireside. On no account would be supplication, “ Wash me, and I shall have his fellow-citizens become ac- be whiter than snow; quainted with his habit. So callous, thou me from secret faults."


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HURTING A CHILD'S HEART. for some minutes. The boy had let

his book fall from before his eyes,

and was listening intently. His "I don't expect anything of my mother saw this, and had a quick children!” The tone was fearful,

perception of what was passing in with a quality of accusation. The his mind. face of the speaker wore an injured Edward,” said she, “I don't

like boys in my bedroom. Go downA boy, between fourteen and fif. teen years of age, sat reading. He This was not spoken harshly. The moved uneasily, as if pain had dis- mother's tone of voice bad changed turbed him, but he did not lift his considerably. eyes from the page on which they The boy arose without hesitation, were resting

and left the room. The harder a mother slaves for “I don't think it's always good to her children, the less they care for talk before children," remarked the her."

lad's mother, as

soon as he had The boy moved again, almost with retired. & start, as though the pain felt an “A proper regard for our language instant before suddenly increased. and conduct before our children," All children are thankless!" So

was answered, “is a matter for the the speaker kept on, talking to a gravest consideration. They have friend, yet really thrusting at the keen instincts; their eyes are sharp; boy.

they read us, and know us some* Not all," angwered the friend. times better than we do ourselves.” " I have a mother, and I know my They are sharp enough, I sup: heart in regard to her. It is full of pose, but not quite so sharp as all love and gratitude, and I cannot that,” was answered. • I'm not one remember the time when it was of those that make children of much not 30."

* There are exceptions to all rules. "Ourestimation in the case will not And, besides, there are few women alter the result, my friend. Of that like your mother. That would be a we may be certain. As we are to our eoldheart, indeed, into which she children, so will they be to us. Love did not inspire love."

begets love, and kindness good-will. Love begets love. That is the If we do not hurt them wantonly, old, trite story, and as true to-day as they certainly will not, in turn, it was a thousand years ago.

If wound us by neglect.” cold and thankless “Hurt them wantonly! I'm not toward their parents--if they early sure that I get your meaning.” reparate from them, going off into “ Are you much surprised that the world, and treating them with Tom Baldwin made his escape from neglect-the fault, in most cases, home at the first good opportunity!" Peets with the parents. They did “ Well, I looked for it, I must not toake themselves lovely in their confess; but that don't excuse him ;

he's proved himself an ungrateful There followed this a dead silence boy, after all his mother has done for


children grow up

children's eyes."



him. But, as I said a little while comings-only look after the cause. ago, all children are thankless. I To prevent is better than to cure. don't calculate on anything from Forewarned, forearmed. Is it not mine. They'll grow up, and scatter much the wiser course for us to make themselves east and west, getting off sure of our children's love in future, as far from home as possible; and by offering them love in the present?" I'll probably be left to an asylum in “ You speak to me as if I did not the poor-house when I get old and love my children.” helpless."

A crimson stain marked the "Do you talk so before your chil- woman's cheeks; there were sudden dren P" said the friend.

flashes in her eyes.

She was a They know my sentiments.” woman of quick, passionate temper.

“ So I inferred. In that way you “ Every feeling has its sign," was hurt them. You put their future on calmly replied. “Love, anger, distrial, and write out a verdict of con. like-each expresses itself in a dif. demnation when it is impossible for ferent way. And these signs every them to defend themselves against one knows. Even the babe of one your cruel charges. I saw your boy brief summer may read them. Why stand and writhe, a little while ago, is it that Edward feels that you

do under your sharp thrusts at him. not love him!” He was no party to Tom Baldwin's " Who says that he feels so ?” unfilial act, and it was a hard thing The mother started. There was in you, my friend, to make Tom's de- a mingling of anger with surprise linquency the occasion for smiting in her face. your own son, whom you may bind Must it not be that

withto you, if you will, by triple cords of hold

too often the signs of love ?" love, not to be broken, or push away “ I shall get angry at you, if you to a distance, where he can feel no talk to me any longer in this strain." varmth and no attraction. Take “ No, my dear friend, you must care! You are on dangerous ground!" not get angry at me. Too many

“Oh, you make too much of chil- sweet memories of the past are shared dren," was answered, but with a little

between us.

Bear with me, now, as constraint in manner.

one who holds you in her heart

. They are simply human beings. Sball I relate to you an incident that They have sensitive souls, quick to occurred in my house only yester. receive impressions. Tender to love, day? It is under the warrant of but hard or resentful to all unkind- this incident that I have ventured on ness. They are creatures of feeling the plainness of speech which has rather than thought, not generally disturbed you." holding malice, but rarely losing the The red spots faded off from the memory of pain from unjust inflic- mother's cheeks. The keen light tion. În after years this memory is vanished from her eyes. often revived. It is my opinion that Go on," she said, her voice dropin a large number of cases, where ping down from its sharp key. children neglect their parents in old Edward had called to see the age, the cause lies just here.” children. We always like to have

"All of which is simply vindictive,” | him come. He is never rude nor said the lad's mother, “and a poor coarse in his manners, but gentle. compliment to human nature." manly in bearing beyond what is

“Human nature does not often usually seen in lads of his suffer unjustly through hard judg- have more than once compared him ment," was answered.

" But I am

with my oldest son, and each time, not offering an apology for her short- wished that John resembled him in



many things, The two boys were better. I was quite self-possessed in the parlour alone. John, I am when I returned. As I stooped to sorry to say, is not always to be gather up the broken fragments trusted. He is over-curious, and apt of glass John came up close to me. to meddle with things that should be I did not speak to nor look at him. sacred from his touch. Recently be Edward had drawn back to a distant has become interested in insects, and

part of the room. Silently the work has begun to collect and preserve of collecting the pieces of glass went them.

on, John standing near me all the “ There was a vase of wax flowers time. It was done, and I was about on the parlour mantelpiece, the in. rising, when I felt his arm acro88 my genious maker of which had placed shoulder. sereral imitations of moths and “I'm so sorry,' he said, in a peni. beetles among the leaves. The vase tent voice, laying his face down was covered with glass. John's new. against mine, which I had turned formed interest in entomology had toward him ; ‘it was wrong to touch given a special attraction to these

it, I know, but I thought I would be war moths and beetles; and on this so careful, I can't tell what made it occasion he went so far as to lift the slip out of my hand.' gla9s covering, that he might obtain * • Accidents are almost sure to a closer view. In venturing to do happen with us, my son,' I answered, this, one of those accidents that so gently, but seriously, when we are frequently happen with children, not doing what is just right. Let and grown people, when they are not this disaster stand as a lesson for the doing right, occurred. The glass future.' shield slipped from John's hand, and " " You shall take my money and cracked to pieces on the floor. The buy a new case, dear mother, he Doise startled and excited me. I answered, in a spirit of manly juswent hastily to the parlour, and saw tice that was very grateful to my at a glance the damage which had been done, and also comprehended " If this little experience will the cause of the disaster. Edward

make you more careful of doing looked pale and frightened ; John right, I returned, ' none of us will Ainshed and grieved. Repentance and very deeply regret the accident.' self-condemnation had come with He put his arms around my the accident. Even through my in- | neck, and kissed me. I kissed him dignation, which could not be stayed, in return, and then went out, tbankI saw that. Hard words were strug: ing God in my heart that he had gling to come through my lips, but I helped me to self-control in a morepressed them. Experience warned ment of trial, when passion would me to keep silence till I could speak have hurt my boy. calmly, and under the influence of Not long afterward, I heard the

boys talking together. Edward said, I stood for a few minutes look. If it had been my mother, she ing at the shivered glass, and then, would bave scolded at me till I was without trusting my lips to say any; mad enough to break everything in thing, went out for the dust-pan and the house. Why didn't your mother brash. I was glad that I had con- scold you?' trolled myself. It is my experience “ • Because she loves me, and that scolding almost always does knows that scolding wouldn't make harm ; and even where it works cor. me half so sorry as I am.' rection of bad habits, I am certain “I wish my mother loved me,' that a different way would have been said Ed rard, in a tone of voice so



sad and longing that it brought tears beautiful words, it has readier will to my eyes."

than fear. I know also that hard. The mother of Edward caught her ness begets hardness—that driving breath at this. Her lips moved as if is more difficult and far less certain, she were about to speak; but she than leading And yet, knowing repressed what was in her thoughts, this, I have sought to rule my chil

. and kept silent.

dren by passion and force-to drive “Of course your mother loves instead of leading them into the right you,' answered John.” So the friend ways! No, no, I am not hurt with continued. “But Edward said, 'No, you. For all this plain speaking, I'm sure she doesn't love me.'

which I so much needed, I thank • • Why do you say that?' ques- vou from the bottom of my heart. tioned John.

If it is not better with both me and "If she loved me, she wouldn't my children in future, it will not be be always scolding me and hurting your fault. But it shall be better!" me with hard words, no matter what And it was better. How quickly I do. O John. if I had such a all was changed under the new order mother as you, I'd be the bappiest of home government! Love and boy alive! i'd do anything for her!" kindness found swift obedience

There was a silence for some time. where anger and harshness had met It was broken by the friend, who obstruction. Sunshine dropped in said, “ Forgive me for having told through a hundred places which had you this. The wounds of a friend been closely barred against its sweet are better than the kisses of an influences; and Edward, wondering enemy. Forgive what may seem an at the pleasant change, drew nearer exaltation of myself above you. He and nearer to his mother, and felt who knows my heart, knows that in that she loved bim. it there is no pride of superiority. O love! sweet to all hearts! Ye He knows how weak I am, how who should give of its treasures, see often I fall short, how often passion to it that your hands fail not in its gets the better of reason-how near dispensation. It has signs pecuit was to bearing me down yester. liarly its own, which are never mis. day. It was in His strength that I taken. If you would win love, look overcame, and helped my boy in

at the sign. stead of hurting him. In His strength you may overcome also, and win the love of a child whose

DONE GIVING. heart is athirst for your love, as the drooping flower is athirst for dew "No, sir, I shall not give you a and rain.”

shilling. It is just 'give, give,' all The mother of Edward bowed her the time, from one source or another, face into her hands. For a little and for my part I am tired of it. I while her body shook with half- tell you, sir, I am done giving." choked sobg. Then she looked up at These words came from the lips her friend. Her eyes were wet, her of a man whom the Lord had abundface pale, her lips curved with pain antly prospered. But as his riches and grief.

increased, he forgot the command, “ You are not hurt with me!" “ Set not thy heart upon them.” The

No, no," she answered, passion for heaping up treasure had with you, but with myself. What

80 grown upon him, that he felt as if have I been doing? What madness every pound given away Tas really has possessed me? I know that love robbed from his stores. If you are begets love-that, in Mrs. Howitt's

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