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to be placed in what he may say, always ready with a falsehood upon his tongue ; unless he alter his course, I need not inquire what his end will be. The curse of God is upon him.

When I see a boy desiring the society of the wicked and depraved, associating with those who swear, lie, cheat, and steal; seeking their company, making their friendships-I need not inquire, unless he alter his course, what his end will be. He will soon be as bad as his companions, or worse.

But when I see a boy kind, affectionate, respectful, obedient to his parents; keeping holy the Sabbath day; found in the sanctuary, joining God's people in his worship ; loving to pray to Him; who is punctual at Sabbath-school-attentive, quiet, with his lesson well committed to memory, and repeated accurately; keeping good company, forming good habits, I can predict, with almost a certainty, what the end of that boy will be. He will find a “house not made with hands, eternal || in the heavens."— Bible Class Magazine,

CURE FOR A PASSIONATE TEMPER. A MERCHANT in London had a dispute with a quaker respecting the settlement of an account. The merchant was determined to bring the question into court, a pro-1 ceeding which the quaker earnestly deprecated, using every argument in his power to convince the merchant of his error; but the latter was inflexible. Desirous to make a last effort, the quaker called at his house one morning, and inquired if the master was at home. The merchant hearing the inquiry, and knowing the voice, called aloud from the top of the stairs. “ Tell the rascal that I am not at home.”

The quaker looking up towards him, calmly said, “Well friend, God put thee in a better mind.”

The merchant struck afterwards with the meekness of the reply, and having more deliberately investigated the matter, became convinced that the quaker was right, and : he in the wrong. He requested to see him, and after

acknowledging his error, he said, “ I have one question to ask you-how were you able, with such patience, on various occasions to bear my abuse ?

“Friend,” replied the quaker, “ I will tell thee: I was naturally as hot and violent as thou art. I knew that to indulge this temper was sinful; and I found it was imprudent. I observed that men in a passion always speak loudly; and I thought if I could control my voice, I should | repress my passion. I have, therefore, made it a rule never to suffer my voice to rise above a certain key; and by a careful observance of this rule, I have, with the blessing of God, entirely mastered my natural temper.

as others may do, benefited by his example.

POLITENESS AT HOME. ALWAYS speak with the utmost politeness and deference to your parents and friends. Some children are polite and civil every where else except at home; but there they are coarse and rude enough. I trust you will never be one of these.

Titles of respect, too, should not be forgotten. “Yes, sir," and “ No, sir,” “Yes, ma'am,” and “No, ma'am," sound much better, as well as much more refined and well-bred, than the blunt “Yes,” and “ No,” which very many children, in these days, are accustomed to use.

Nothing sits so gracefully upon children, and nothing makes them so lovely, as habitual respect and dutiful deportment towards their parents and superiors. It makes the plainest face beautiful, and gives to every common action a nameless, but peculiar charm.

TIME IS PASSING !
Time is passing! Time is passing !

Hear his footsteps as they fall;
Telling mortals that they're hastening,

To the place prepared for all.
Time is passing, catch the moments,

Spend them well, they ne'er return;
But are big with bliss or torments,

When this life's short day is gone.
Hear him, as he swiftly travels,

Light his tread to man appears;
But when years have seen our revels,

What can purchase back those years ?
Time redeemed and spent in doing

The great work for which 'twas given,
Brings us peace while here we're staying,

Leads us to the joys of heaven.
Haste, then, children, let not pleasure

Blind your mind or chain your soul ;
Rob you of the greatest treasure,

Time redeemed secures the goal.
Then when Time has fled for ever,

And Eternity's begun,
Friends will meet no more to sever,

Since their earthly course is run.

Time is passing, let not beauty,

Let not riches, honour, fame,
Lead you to forget your duty,

Years will ne'er return again.
Birmingham.

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VOL. VI. 1853.

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