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" There s little Meg Merry, so poor and so plain.
Yet she wanders about like a queen with her train,"
Then the blue-bird sang ioud from his perch in the

*' If you want to be loved, you must lovable be."

But she heard not a word of the bird's merry song,
Growing vainer and prouder as years passed along ;
So foolishly fond of her own self was she
She not for an instant could lovable be.

Yes, the song of the bird was true every word,
And plainer instructions I'm sure were ne'er heard,
Then ponder them well and their worth you will see,
^"^ If you want to be loved, you must lovable be."

Clara J. Dentojt.



For three girls.

Little Motto Bearers, we
Come before you, one, two, three.
And we ask you to attend
While our voices now we blend.
As the soldier, strong to dare,
Lifts his standard in the air,
And to all who view the field,
By his colors 'tis revealed
On which side his sword he drew.
To what cause he will be true,
So, like little soldiers brave,
We will now our standards wave.
t'irst Girl. —

*' Peiseverance conquers all '*

Are words both good and true ;
And this, dear children, is the motto

That I bring to you.
In all our work, in all our play.

In all that we begin.
We'll find that perseverance brave

Will make us sure to win.
And now let us resolve at once

To take this motto ; then,
Though hard our task we'll not give up.

But " try, try again."
Second Girl. —

*' Love thy neighbor as thysejf,

This precept I'll obey ;


Twill make me loving, kind, and good,

And happy every day.
I must not be unkind to you,

For I should sorry be,
If you, my friends and playmates dear.

Should act that way to me.
I must be ready to forgive,

And sweet forbearance show,
'Twill not be very hard, I think—

Because I'll love you so!
Third Girl.—

" What thy hand shall find to do,

Do with all thy might,"
Is the motto that I bring

Before you all to-night.
And I think that we should striv©

To follow this good rule.
And always do our very best

At home, at play, at school.
And most of all, when we resolve

To do whate'er is right,
Let us remember these good words.

And try " with all our might."


Little Motto Bearers we,

With our mottoes, one, two, three.

And now, dear playmates, you we ask

To help us in our loving task —

In all we do to persevere,

Let others as ourselves be dear,

And while we're striving to do right,

To work each day with all our might !

Sue S. Morton.



A dialogue for four young misses.

„ Jennie. — Girls, I noticed on Sunday that none oi
you were at all sociable with the new scholar in our
class. What was the reason?

Mary. — The reason ? Why, surely you do not expect
us to associate with that poorly dressed girl, do you?
If you choose to patronize her you may do so, but for
my part I do not recognize such acquaintances.

Carrie. — Nor I. Our teacher gave her a seat beside
me on Sunday, and I nearly ruined my new green silk
squeezing myself into the corner to avoid touching her.

Kate. — Yes, Carrie, 1 really pitied you, for the dress
she wore mipfht have been imported in the Mayflower, to
judge from it!? appearance. I am glad I was not near
her. I could not have listened to the lesson, for I have
to be so particular about those with whom I come in
contact, my new suit soils so easily.

Jennie. — For shame, girls! I am surprised at your
words. I am sure her dress was whole and clean, if it
was well worn. As we walked together on our way
home she told me that her father was accidentally killed
while trying to save the life of another, and since that
time the support of the family has devolved on her
mother, who is trying to keep the children at school as
long as possible, so that they may not suffer from the
want of education when they get older. She appeared
amiable and intelligent, and I was very much pleased
with her and intend to get better acquainted with hei
before long.

Mary. — Well, you are welcome to do so. I must say
I admired your moral courage when you walked out erf


church side by side with such a poor-looking girl, but
my pride would not allow me to do such a thing.

Kate. — Nor mine. Just fancy my promenading
along at her side and suddenly encountering Clementina
MacPherson, who thinks so much of style and appear-
ance. It gives me a chill even now to think of the
manner in which she would survey my companion from
head to foot. I fear she would give me the cut direct
at our next meeting, for she moves in none but the most
select circles.

Carrie. — Yes, it is too bad. I have always taken
such pride in our Sunday-school class; it is composed
of such perfect ladies. To be sure, some of them are not
very intelligent, but then they are so rich and dress so
well that one can excuse poor reading, bad grammar,
and such trifles ; but when it comes to bringing such a
shabbily dressed girl into the class, I think it is dis-

Mary. — So do I. Did you notice what an air she
assume^ wHen she answered all the most difficult ques-
tions in the lesson? I do detest self-conceit. I shall
certainly leave the class if she continues her attend-

Jennie. — Why, girls, do you expect heaven to be
filled exclusively with rich folks? Do you think that
the soul of a poor child is not as dear to God as that of
a rich one ? When Jesus was on earth, and called lit-
tle children to His side and blessed them, do you think
He singled out the well dressed ones and passed the
others without notice ? Ah ! no. He said, " Suffer little
children to come unto me." He forbade them not, even
though their forms were poorly clad. They were all
His lambs, rich and poor alike. Do you think the


proud Miss MacPherson would be half so likely tt
receive His blessing as our new scholar with her gentle,
childlike face. Now, girls, I appeal to your better
nature, to your conscience ; I have told you the girFs
story ; she is intelligent and respectable, though poor.
She came into our school a stranger. The superintendent
put her into our class. Now, are we, the regulai
attendants of a Sabbath-school class, to turn our backs
on her and treat her with contempt simply because she
is poor? I could see that she was hurt and grieved by
your conduct last Sabbath in so pointedly avoiding her ;
and now I candidly ask you, girls, are you not sorry for
your conduct, and will you not try with me to make
our new classmate feel at home among us? Kemember,
Jesus said, " Whoso shall offend one of these little one&
that believe in me, it were better for him that a mill-
Btone were hanged about his neck and that he were
drowned in the depth of the sea."

Mary. — Well, I must confess that you have presented
the matter to me in a new light, and I, for one, am
heartily sorry that I treated her so coolly. I will try
to do better in the future, for I begin to realize that it
was not only the wealthy classes of which Jesus spoke
when He called them His little ones. Girls, I have
resolved that henceforth I will be more sociable and
friendly with the new scholar.

Chrrie. — And I will do the same. For as Jennie was
speaking, the thought came into my mind that some
day the time will come for me to enter the kingdom ol
heaven as a new comer, and how terrible it would be
if Christ would have no welcome for me, for my fine
clothes will not avail me there. It will be only my
Jove to Him and Hie b'+tle r^nes that will commend ma


to Him, and from this day forward I will try, with Hia
help, to do better.

Kate. — I suppose I shall have to follow your example,
and try to conquer my pride. For I remember now
that I have read in God's word, "If a man say, I love
God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar; for he that
loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he
love God whom he hatii not seen ? And this command-
ment have we from Him: That he who loveth God
loveth his brother also." So I will try to please Him by
being more cordial and friendly next Sabbath with the
new scholar. ,

Mrs. M. Ella Cornell.


A dialogue for two boys.

Fred and Ned.

Fred shouW be well-dressed and carry a book, ft Sunday-schooi
paper, and a " lesson paper."

Ned must be shabbily dressed and carry a home-made fishing pole.
Both should wear hats. They meet in centre of the stage.

Ned. — Hello, Fred, where are you going ?

Fred. — Good afterncon, Ned. I'm going home. I've
been to Sunday-school.

Ned (sneeringly). — O, yes, I see, good boy, but [com-
ing eloserjy whpkt have you there ?

Fred (^displaying them). — My Sunday-school paper, a
card my teacher gave me, and this handsome book,
which was presented by the Sunday-school for reciting
♦h*) Commandments perfecth''.


Ned (reading the title). — "Jo's Boys.'* That's th*
very book I have long been wanting to read ; do they
give it to every one that recites the Command-

Fred. — They did. But the time was up to-day.

Ned. — I wish I'd known it.

Fred. — Well, why haven't you been to Sunday-school
in so many weeks? Did your mother let you go fishing
to-day ?

Ned (shrugging his shoulders). — Not much. My
mother and father are both off visiting. I'm staying
with our next-door neighbor and she doesn't watch me
very closely, you know.

Fred. — So that's the reason you haven't been to Sun-
day-school lately ?

Ned. — Yes, that's just the reason. When mother
gets home she'll start me off again, I expect.

Fred. — But don't you remember, Ned, the Command-
ment says, " Honor thy father and thy mother."

Ned. — Yes, I know, and that means obey, and I tell
you don't I do that ? I have to, when they're at home,
or else take a licking.

Fred. — Yes, but our teacher told us about that. I
can't make it as plain as she did, but she said when we
•iid bad things people always said : " O, that boy's
mother can't be very good or she'd have taught him
better," and then you see that's the way we dis-honoT
our mothers.

Ned. — I never thought of it in that way before.

Fred. — And you wouldn't like to have people think
your mother lets you go fishing on Sunday, would you 1

Ned. — No, I don't think I should.

Fred, — I know it makes a fellow feel awful mean to


have folks say things about his mother. Last Sunday
night at church I sat with Willie Smith and we whis-
pered some ; so, when we were coming out in the crowd,
I heard a lady say, I should think Mi's. Brown would

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