"Well, that'll be as you look at it," was the for they possess the incorruptible wealth of rereply, with a twinkle in his gray eye. "The same old answer!" I said to myself. "What a goosey I was to ask him! I might have known I should get no satisfaction!" That was about all I thought of the matter at that time; but I have since learned the meaning of Uncle Simon's words.. ligion. As the Bible expresses it, they "are rich toward God." Which is the better kind of riches, children? And was Uncle Simon's reply so very queer, after all? "IN A MINUTE.' She looked up to the clock, then out of the window, anxiously wondering where Charley, her little boy, could be, for he had promised to come directly home from school. This was not the first time he had disappointed her; and she sighed to think what habits he was forming. Mr. Smith, about whose wealth I had been curious, I afterward learned, was the owner of OUR hours Mrs. Moore had ironed steada large tract of valuable land, a whole block of ily, and now the last article from the basket, fine houses in the city, and had plenty of bank so heavily laden in the morning, had just been and railroad stocks. Almost any body but Un-hung on the "frames," and tired and heated, she cle Simon would have promptly answered "yes," had sat down to rest. when I asked if he was rich. But, as I also afterward discovered, he had a sullen, morose disposition, and was so selfish that he kept all of his money for himself and his children. He was never known to give any thing in charity, even when urged to do so. Instead of enjoying, by a proper use, the wealth God had given him, he hoarded it, and made himself miserable by coveting still more. If he made fifty thousand dollars in one year, he grumbled because it was not one hundred thousand. If he had made the desired hundred thousand, he would still have sighed because it was not a million. When any pleasant event occurred, he could not enjoy it, because something else, which he would have preferred, had not happened in stead. With the ideas of wealth I then had, if I had known of Mr. Smith's possessions, I should have thought him a rich man; but as I now view the matter, he was a very poor man. Uncle Simon's reply to my question about the weather, meant that even if it rained, and we were disappointed in our picnic, the day might be pleasant, provided we viewed the disappointment in the right way, and tried to enjoy whatever kind of sky God sent; and that it might be very unpleasant, even if the sun shone, and we had our party, if we did not enjoy and improve it in the right manner. And Uncle Simon was right! Things are as we look at them-dark or bright—and men are rich, not according to the lands and stocks they possess, nor poor according to their privations and penury, but in proportion as they receive either with grateful, submissive, and obedient hearts, the wealth or poverty which God in his wisdom and love apportions to each. A poet expressed this truth when he wrote, "The source of outward good lies deep within.". There are poor rich men like Mr. Smith, and there are rich poor ones, who lack what the world calls wealth, but "Who, having nothing, yet have all;" He was not called a bad boy; but, like too many other children, he did not like to mind at once what he was told to do. "In a minute," was his frequent reply to orders given him. To-night, Mrs. Moore really needed his assistance; and when she saw him running into the yard, she hastened to the door, and with a pleasant smile instead of frowning looks and angry words, she said, “I'm glad to see you, Charley. I hoped you would come before; but now hurry up, and split a little wood for the morning fire. You must do some of the chores to-night. I am very tired." "Yes," answered Charley, "in a minute; but I must take this book into Johnny Lee's first." Away he went; and thirty minutes passed before his mother saw him again. This day's experience was similar to many others. There were many times when he might have cheered her heart, and lightened her burdens; but, instead of that, he added to her cares. Charley has grown to be a man; and, in business life, some of his old habits cling to him; so that, as one man said of him, "You can't depend on his word to fill out orders when he says." I know many other boys besides Charley that give great annoyance to their parents by this evil habit, and am quite sure that it will annoy themselves when they come to be men. Children, beware of falling into habits that will annoy others and injure yourselves. Remember to obey promptly your parents and teachers; which is one sure way of gaining the love and esteem of those around you. THE EDITOR'S REPOSITORY. THE FAMILY CIRCLE. child. Her husband is a martyr. I have generally noticed that such girls marry meek little men who seem to consider it their principal business in life to carry about a load of shawls and attend to the poodle. DOMESTIC CHRISTIANITY.-It is not so much the SPOILING CHILDREN.-Spoiling, in the earlier | done any thing, but merely because she was a spoiled stages, is rather pleasant. It consists in letting one's darling have its own precious little way on all occasions, and the way is such a pretty, roguish, winsome way, nobody can see any harm in it. Grownup willfulness is quite a different thing from baby willfulness. It gets teeth and claws, so to speak, and is n't nice to contemplate. Spoiling appears to mean a great many different things. One of its mild forms is total disregard for the feelings and convenience of others. If you meet a peculiarly upsetting woman on a journey or a party of pleasure, who ought to be square when she is triangular, and triangular when she is square, you may set it down that she was a spoiled child. There are parents who would stint their allowance of fire or food in order to indulge their children's whims. The idea of parental sacrifice becomes morbid, especially if the child happens to be admired and praised. There are mothers who pinch their own wardrobes to bedeck their little girls in expensive garments, fostering a taste of extravagant dress which they can not honestly indulge. great trials, the great requirements, the great demands, that test our character, as it is the little things of daily life, that we meet, and must mest, continudraw out our innermost being, and show it up to ally. These probe us through and through. They those about us. Every weakness they detect and make known. Every element of actual strength they surprise into play. There are many tolerably good Christians in the Church and among society at large, who will hardly pass muster as such at home. They are mournful illustrations of the fact that the results of self-dis cipline are variable, and vary according to time and place. They pour oil on the troubled waters of their souls when, in the midst of "company," any thing vexatious occurs, but overflow with the bitterest of bile under similar circumstances if alone in the bosom of their family-which is not Christian secret hearts they are heartily ashamed. Although people in the lower ranks or the middle class do contrive, occasionally, to spoil their children by indulgence, the business is not carried on whole-ity, as even they will admit, and of which in their sale, as it is among the rich. Necessity is a severe and yet a kind step-dame. Her motto is service, and service is the salt of life. In a large family, not very well-to-do, the older children educate the younger ones. They feel almost as responsible as the parents, and, perhaps, exert more influence in their own little way. Such a child-life seems bald and gray compared with the fairy scenes through which richer children dance and sing; but it, in reality, keeps young tastes fresh and pure, and whets the appetite, instead of cloying it with enjoyment. This is only a part of the benefit derived from a childhood taxed with some responsibility, and judiciously denied as well as indulged. Self-control is the one thing spoiled children never learn. Their desires are always rampant. We see the features of the boy who kicked his nurse and browbeat his mother in some passionate, dissipated, irregular young man, and we shake our heads and say, "We knew how he would turn out." The spoiled girl develops into an exacting, unscrupulous woman. Life must center round her, the world must wait upon her, not because she has ever A new gospel ought to be preached from every pulpit, and with a new unction-that of Domestic Christianity. New, did we say? Scarcely that. It is as old as that which Christ uttered on the Mount, but it would come to some people with a strange sense of newness. Religion in the home should be sweeter than anywhere else in the wide world, and should there bear sweet fruit. Home is, or ought to in fact, as it is usually admitted to be in name, the searching tests that there so much abound, and which can not there be avoided, would not try characters so severely-would not so frequently weigh them in the balance and find them wanting. Let us have more real, vital, deep-breathing, sweetly influencing domestic Christianity! be, the real sanctuary of the heart. Were it such, MUSIC IN THE FAMILY.-There should be music in every house. A house without music is like Spring-time without birds. The air may be balmy, the fields green, and the bowers beautiful and fragrant; but without birds welcoming the first rays of the dawn with their joyful notes, and singing the world sweetly to quietness and rest in the evening, the Spring would not be the happy season it is. The happiness of a family is not complete without music. Home has not all the delightful attractions which make it too pleasant for any son or daughter to forsake it for other places, until there is music. Many have the idea that the only use of music is to sing in worship. That is the highest use of music, but not the only one. We need it to refine the mind. We need it to awaken all those finer sentiments and emotions which respond to musical harmonies. We need it to lighten the burden of care, and to drive away, as David's harp did, the evil of discontent. We need it to bind the members of the family into closer unity. There is no kind of music that can excel the human voice, when well cultivated; but instrumental music has the same happy effect, and can often be enjoyed when the other can not. With a piano, a daughter may gather around her the whole family, and make the evening at home their most pleasant and most wished hour enjoyed. We know some think it a useless extravagance; but the same persons will probably pay as much for a fine horse, or for some piece of ornamentation about the premises. For ourselves, there is no scene more delightful than the evening gathering of the family, and the brilliant music of the piano stealing or dancing its way into the hiding-place of every joyful emotion. There are other instruments that excel for particular purposes, as the organ for sacred music; but for compass and power, for sweetness and softness, for adaptation to ever-varying moods of mind and to all tastes, we think there is no instrument equal to a full, rich, mellow-toned piano.-United Presbyterian. WHY DO CHILDREN DIE?-In answer to this question, the Medical Recorder holds the following language: "The reason why children die is because they are not taken care of. From the day of birth they are stuffed with food, choked with physic, splashed with water, suffocated in hot rooms, and steamed in bedclothes. So much for indoor. When permitted to breathe a breath of pure air once a week in Summer, and once or twice during the colder months, only the nose is permitted to peer into daylight. A little later they are sent out with no clothes at all on the parts of the body which most need protection. Bare legs, bare arms, bare necks, girted middles, with an inverted umbrella to collect the air and chill the other parts of the body. A stout, strong man goes out in a cold day with gloves and overcoat, woolen stockings and thick double-soled boots, with cork between and rubbers over. The same day a child of three years old, an infant of flesh and blood, and bone and constitution, goes out with shoes as thin as paper, cotton socks, legs uncovered to the knees, neck bare-an exposure which would disable the nurse, kill the mother outright, and make the father an invalid for weeks. And why? To harden them to a mode of dress which they are never expected to practice. To accustom them to an exposure which a dozen years later would be consid ered downright foolery. To rear children thus for the slaughter-pen, and then lay it to the Lord, is too bad. We don't think the Almighty had any hand in it. SMALL TALK.-Of all the expedients to make a heart lean, the brain gauzy, and to thin life down into the consistency of a cambric kerchief, the most successful is the little talk and tattle which, in some charmed circles, is courteously styled conversation. how continue existence in such famine of topics and How human beings can live on such meager fareon such a short allowance of sense-is a great question, if philosophy could only search it out. All we know is that such men and women there are, who will go on from fourteen to fourscore, and never a hint on their tombstones that they died at last of consumption of the head and marasmus of the heart! The whole universe of God, spreading out its splendors and terrors, pleading for their attention, and they wonder "where Mrs. Somebody got that divine ribbon on her bonnet!" The whole world of literature, through its thousand trumps of fame, adjuring them to regard its garnered stores of emotion and thought, and they think "it's high time, if John intends to marry Lucy, for him to pop the question!" When, to be sure, this frippery is spiced with a little envy and malice, and prepares small dishes of scandal and nice bits of detraction, it be comes endowed with a slight venomous vitality, which does pretty well, in the absence of soul, to carry on the machinery of living, if not the reality of life.-E. P. Whipple. SAYING "HATEFUL" THINGS.-What a strange disposition is that which leads people to say “hateful" things for the mere pleasure of saying them! You are never safe with such a person. When you have done your best to please, and are feeling very kindly and pleasantly, out will pop some underhand stab which you alone can comprehend-a sneer which is masked, but which is too well aimed to be misunderstood. It may be at your person, your mental failing, your foolish habits of thought, or some little secret of faith or opinion confessed in a moment of genuine confidence. It matters not how sacred it may be to you, he will have his fling at it; nay, since the wish is to make you suffer, he is all the happier the nearer he touches your heart. Just half a dozen words, only for the pleasure of seeing a cheek flush and an eye lose its brightness, only spoken because he is afraid you are too happy, or too conceited. Yet they are worse than so many blows. How many sleepless nights have such mean attacks caused tender-hearted men! How after them one awakes with aching eyes and head, to remember that speech before every thing—that bright, sharp, well-aimed needle of a speech that probed the very center of your soul!-Household. DAUGHTERS.-Let no father impatiently look for chines so that there shall be a reserve force. If the power required is four-horse, then they make a sixhorse power. In this case it works easily and lasts long. A man who has strength to do twelve honest | hours of labor in twenty-four, and no more, should do but nine or ten hours' work. The reserve power keeps the body in repair. It rounds out the frame to full proportions. It keeps the mind cheerful, hopeful, happy. The person with no reserve force is always incapable of taking on any more responsibility than he already has. A little exertion puts else than forwardness, reckless imperiousness, and ingratitude. "Father, give me the portion which falleth to me," was the imperious demand of the profligate prodigal who had been indulged from his childhood. This case is the representation of thousands-the painter who drew his portrait, painted for all posterity. But the daughter-she clings like the rose-leaf about the stem to the parent home, and the parental heart; she watches the approving smile, and deprecates the slightest shade on the brow; she wanders not on forbidden pleasure-ground; wrings not the heart at home with her doubtful mid-him out of breath. He can not increase his work night absence; wrecks not the hopes to which early promises have given birth, nor paralyzes the soul that dotes on the chosen object. Wherever the son may wander in the search of a fortune or pleasure, there is the daughter within the sacred temple of home; the vestal virgin of its innermost sanctuary, keeping alive the flames of domestic affection, and blessing that existence of which she is herself a part. RESERVE POWER.-It is not wise to work constantly up to the highest rate of which we are capable. If the engineer of the railroad were to keep the speed of his train up to the highest rate he could attain with his engine, it would soon be used up. If a horse is driven at the top of his speed for any length of time, he is ruined. It is well enough to try the power occasionally of a horse or an engine, by putting on all the motion they will bear, but not continuously. All machinists construct their ma for an hour without danger of an explosion. Such are generally pale, dyspeptic, bloodless, nervous, irritable, despondent, gloomy. We all pity them. The great source of power in the individual is the blood. It runs the machinery of life, and upon it depends our health and strength. A mill on a stream where water is scanty can be worked but a portion of the time. So a man with a little good blood can do but little work. The reserve power must be stored up in this fluid. It is an old saying among stock-raisers, that "blood tells." It is equally true that blood tells in the sense in which we use the word. If it is only good blood, then the more of it the better. When the reserve power of an individual runs low, it is an indication that a change is necessary, and that it is best to stop expending and go to accumulating, just as the miller does when water gets low in the pond. Such a course would save many a person from physical bankruptcy.-Herald of Health. CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE. THE UNCIVILIZED RACES OF MEN IN ALL COUN- | in its style, and by the vast variety of its incidents. etc. In Mr. Wood has been doing immense service to the world by gathering together, in compact forms, a vast amount of interesting and valuable matter in the department of Natural History. He has given to the public in this way those excellent books, "Illustrated Natural History of Animals," "Anecdotes of Animal Life," "Homes without Hands," "Bible Animals," He possesses peculiar talents for this kind of work, and has been eminently successful in it. the two fine, large volumes before us, he has gathered what may be called a Natural History of Man, giving a comprehensive account of the names and customs, and of the physical, social, mental, moral, and religious characteristics of the uncivilized races of men throughout the world. We esteem this great work as one of the most valuable contributions that have been made to the literature of the age. It is replete with healthful information, and fascinating It is copiously illustrated-containing nearly five hun. The subjects of the Bible are ever old, yet ever new; they are characterized by a simplicity which at once attracts attention and excites interest, and yet are so deep, and comprehensive, and many-sided, that we never exhaust them, or grow weary of their study. Every class and variety of mind finds points of interest by which these Bible subjects touch it; the simple and unlearned, the wise and thoughtful, the devout and contemplative, the enthusiastic and heroic, alike find something to enlist their interest and awaken their sympathy for these subjects and characters. The men and women of the Bible bear to be studied and written about by all kinds of minds, and each new study under new aspects, and from new points of view, only serves to give to them new life and freshness. Mr. Headley, the author of the beautiful volume that lies before us, brings to the task of depicting these grand old Bible heroes peculiar qual ifications. As a popular writer, he has few superiors; his imagination is vivid, his descriptive powers are unsurpassed, and his sympathy with the subject is always living and intense. He approaches these Bible heroes with becoming reverence, and yet he is in sympathy with them as a man, and treats them like men, so that his narratives, while they take away none of the sacredness of these heroes, bring them nearer to us in a fresher and more tender interest as our fellow-men. He says well, "The heroes and martyrs of the Bible were men with the same hopes and fears, and emotions that belong to men of every age, and it was designed that they should awaken in us the same personal interest and sympathy. Simply as men, they are entitled to as high a place on the scroll of fame as the heroes of Greece and Rome." It is from this point of view Mr. Headley re-studies these illustrious men, and by his power of vivid narration and description, he makes them live before us, as heroes of our own common humanity, "The martial conquests of Jacob, his struggle in the mountains, and victory, the wonderful story of Joseph and his brethren, the career of Moses and his mysterious burial, the events which transpired under the leadership of Joshua, the story of Deborah, and of Samson, the lives of Saul and David, the life of Christ, portrayed with unusual tenderness and power, of St. John, and of St. Paul, and of many others, are thus described in this volume." The book is issued in good style. HIGHWAYS AND HEDGES; or, Fifty Years of Western Methodism. By Rev. John Stewart, of the Ohio Conference. 12mo. Pp. 396. Cincinnati: Hitchcock & Walden. New York: Carlton & Lanahan. Here is another book of heroes, and, we might add, in a qualified sense, of martyrs too. If to face unflinchingly perils from nature and from men, from individuals and from mobs-if to move forward steadily under the impulse of a high and holy purpose over every obstacle and in spite of every opposition is heroic, then the men described here were heroes; if to sacrifice all things for Christ, if to suffer hunger, and exposure, and want, if to labor for a mere pittance, and to suffer for no other purpose than to win Christ, and to be approved of him, is the spirit of martyrdom, then these men were martyrs. Father Stewart tells the story of a half-century of Western Methodism, and tells it as an eye-witness and participator. Within four years of being fourscore years old, his life covers nearly the life-time of Methodism in the West. He comes on the stage of action when Ohio was a "Territory," and most of it a wilderness; when the great States of Indiana and Illinois were only Methodist circuits. He has lived to see these "territories " become great and flourishing States, and these "Methodist circuits" transformed into a large family of Annual Conferences. The author tells the story of the labors, self-denials, and sufferings which led to these great triumphs and conquests in a simple and modest manner. The volume is replete with facts and details that will be of interest especially to every lover of Western Methodism, and of value to the historian. Get it and read it, and see what wonders God hath wrought, and what labors and sufferings our fathers performed and endured. THE COMING OF CHRIST IN HIS KINGDOM. By a Congregational Minister. 12mo. Pp. 396. New York: N. Tibbals & Co. The full title of this book is, "The Coming of Christ in his Kingdom, and the Gates wide open to the Future Earth and Heaven. Adventism, Millenarianism, and a Gross Materialism Exposed and Refuted, and the true nature of Christ's Kingdom as promised in the Latter-day Glory of the Earth, and the Consummated Glories of Heaven, Unfolded; Embracing the Scripture Doctrines of the New Earth Era, The Coming of Christ, The Resurrection of the Dead, Messiah's Triumph over Hades, The Judgment Ordeal, and the Future Heavenly Glory"— feast enough surely for the veriest theological gourmand. The author writes with vigor, and has evidently devoted years of study and labor to the production of his work. His investigations are fair and candid. His refutations of some forms of error are complete. The author seems, however, to believe in no real second advent of our Lord. The reign of Christ he holds to be a spiritual reign only, such a moral renovation as the Gospel when fully applied, including the outpouring of the Spirit, and the holy living and faithfulness of Christians, is calculated to produce. The book is a valuable one, well worthy of careful study; it contains much that is good and true; there are many things in it, however, contrary to our received notions. WHAT IS JUDAISM? or, A Few Words to the Jews. By Rev. Raphael D'C. Lewin. 16mo. Pp. 84. New York: D. Appleton & Co. Cincinnati: R. W. Carroll & Co. “What is Judaism ?" is by no means a small or uninteresting question, nor in our days is it an uncommon question. Many are asking it, and there are many reasons why it should be asked. Certainly the Old Testament is no longer an exponent of Judaism as it now exists; from these old landmarks the Jews have long since passed away. What are they now? what do they believe? what are their modes of worship? what are they doing? are ques tions of great moment. Dr. Lewin very briefly and quite satisfactorily answers them. He aims to place before the public a brief but thorough explanation |