LIFE IS REAL! LIFE IS EARNEST ! FIND US FARTHER THAN TO-DAY. Art is long, and Time is fleeting; And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. In the world's broad field of battle, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! BE A HERO IN THE STRIFE! LIVES OF GREAT MEN ALL REMIND US WE CAN MAKE OUR LIVES SUBLIME; I THINK IT'S WRONG-DON'T YOU? [Cheerfully and with vigour.] While walking in the street one day Snatch quickly from a little girl A toy both rare and new, And never give it back to her : I think that's wrong-DON'T YOU? I saw a little girl at school, With clothes all nice and new, She never said a pleasant word: I think that's wrong-DON'T YOU? I saw a little girl at home, And then the eyes grew very fierce : I think that's wrong-DON'T YOU? But to be Christ-like every day, I THINK THAT'S RIGHT--DON'T YOU? PLAYING CHURCH. [A dialogue for a little boy and girl.] Harry. Come, Eddie, let's play go to church (or chapel), and I'll be the minister, and preach you a sermon. Eddie. Well, and I'll be the peoples. Harry. (HARRY lifts EDDIE into a chair.) There! this is your pew, and you must listen to my sermon. My text is a very short one, and easy, too—a part of the one the minister had one Sunday, and all I can remember of it. There are some little texts in the Bible on purpose for little children, and this is one: Be kind! Now, these are the heads: First, Be kind to papa, and don't make a noise when he has a headache. I don' believe you know what headache is; but I do: I had it once; and I didn't want anybody to speak a word. Secondly, Be kind to mamma, and don't make her tell you to do a thing more than once. It is very tiresome for her to tell you to keep still twenty times a day. Thirdly, Be kind to baby, and don't let her cry. Eddie. You have leaved out, Be kind to Harry. Harry. Yes; I did not want to say myself in my sermon. But I want you to be kind to Minnie, and let her have your red soldier when she wants it. Fourthly, Be kind to Jane, and don't kick and scream when she washes and dresses you. Eddie. But she pulled my hair with the comb. Harry. People must not talk in church (or chapel); besides, you must not let your hair get cross. Now, I don't know whether the next was fifthly or sixthly. Eddie. I don't know what fifly is. Harry. Oh, that's because you cannot count. See here; I will count them on my fingers for you. One, Be kind to papa. Two, Be kind to mamma. Three, Be kind to baby. Four, Be kind to Jane. Oh, yes, that's it! Now, the little finger is five. Fifthly, Be kind to kitty. Do what will make her purr; but don't do what will make her cry. Eddie. Baby made her meow right out loud to-day. She pulled her tail, and kitty jumped right off the cradle, and ran to the door, and I shutted it for her. Harry. Opened it, you mean. Eddie. Isn't the sermon most done? I want to sing. sings, and just then the supper bell rings.) Harry (running off the stage). (He There there is the bell for supper. Come, Eddie. TABLE RULES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN. BY REV. F. HATFIELD, D.D. [Cheerfully.] In silence I must take my seat, I must not say, "THE BREAD IS OLD," I must not cry for this or that, Nor murmur if my meat is fat; My mouth with food I must not crowd, When told to rise, then I must put IN PRAISE FOR ALL HIS WONDROUS LOVE. THE NAUGHTY GIRL. 66 The naughty girl never minds mamma; She pulls the cat, she pinches her tail, At school she forgets what the teacher said, At table she's careless, and spills her drink, THE BOY'S SERMON. [Bold and vigorous.] I came to-night to try to preach For little boys can preach to boys, I never thought of such a thing I found a text so short and good; "MIND" is my text; 'tis for you, boys, And, what they ought to, heed! First: MIND YOUR TONGUE! don't let it speak An angry, or unkind, A cruel, or a wicked word; Don't let it, boys; now mind! MIND EYES AND EARS! Don't even look At wicked books or boys: From wicked pictures turn away— All sinful acts despise. AND MIND YOUR LIPS! Tobacco stains! And let no bad words pass your lips— MIND HANDS AND FEET! Don't let them de Don't steal or strike, don't kick or fight, Don't walk in path of sin. But more than all, OH, MIND YOUR HEARI! Ask Jesus there to make his throne, ALL HAVE GOT THEIR WORK TO DO BY ERNEST WATMOUGH. [Earnest and bold.] Why these murmurs and repinings? There are goals yet to be won. Grieving is at best a folly, Oftentimes it is a sin; When we see a glaring error WE SHOULD A REFORM BEGIN. WE MUST ALL BE UP AND STIRRING, WITH DETERMINATION TRUE: Young and old men, rich and poor men, |