The guard helped him from the steps, and he called out to Lucy, "Take my hand, child." But she put both hands up to her face to hide it, and sprung back into the carriage alone; while the coachman, blushing, almost lifted the finely-dressed gentleman into it. Oh, what a sad, sad sight! He had been drinking wine till his reason was gone, and he could not walk: so his own sweet child was ashamed of him!

Then Sallie grasped the hard hand of Giles, not caring now whether the smut rubbed off or not, and told him all that was in her heart.

"Oh, father," she cried, "I was so wicked that I was just beginning to be ashamed of you because your face was black, and you did not dress up like a gentleman all the time. I'm so glad you are a blacksmith, instead of a drunken man. Poor, poor little Lucy! She is ashamed of her father, although he has on a fine coat, and gold buttons in his shirt.

WANTING TO BE AN ANGEL.

"I WANT to be an angel," Bobby kept singing at the top of his voice, except when he was teasing the cat, spilling his milk, or contradicting Bridget. "I want to be an angel, and with the angels stand!"

"That is all well and good when the time comes," cried Bridget at last, quite out of temper; "but before you can get to be an angel, Bobby, you must just want to be a good boy-mind that, sir. Put it this way, I want to be a good boy, and with the good boys stand.' Then folks will know how much you mean it."

Bobby did not like Bridget's view of the case, so he made a cross face, and walked off.-American.

WHO CAUGHT THE FISH?

SOME time ago a present of two beautiful fish was sent from Savoy to a very learned professor in Geneva. Were they caught with a fishing-rod, or with a net, or with a hook? No. They were taken out with a hammer and a pick-axe!

Who caught the fish? Not boatmen, or fishermen, but Savoyard masons!

Where did they get the fish? Not in the lake of Geneva, or in the beautiful river Rhone, but in the heart of a rock!

Do you wonder how the fish got there? These fish were created by God before our world was like what it is now,-while the rocks and hills were being formed; and the forms of the fish were impressed on the rock, now hard and solid, while it was still soft.

The picture will show you the forms of some of the fish found in the rocks; and you may read more about them in a book written by Professor Gaussen of Geneva, called "The World's Birthday," lately issued by our publishers.- Children's Paper.

"WE CAN PROVE THAT."

Ar the Palace of Versailles, near Paris, I saw, in August last year, many thousands of men who had been put in prison, just a few weeks before, for the most terrible crimes. They called themselves Communists, and had caused the waste of much valuable property and of thousands of lives.

Pierre, a young man who kindly went with me and pointed out to me where they were, astonished me by telling me that his brother was among them. I was surprised when he said that; because he was an intelligent, well-dressed youth, whilst all the prisoners were very badly dressed, and were very ill-looking men besides. The hour for seeing the prisoners was changed that day, or the guards would have let us talk with his brother.

A short time after we had seen the crowds of these wretched prisoners, we were standing gazing through the railings at a stone-paved courtyard. Pierre told me that this courtyard was crimsoned every morning with the life's-blood of the unhappy men we had just seen. Every day there were numbers of them taken out here and shot dead in reward for their evil deeds. When Pierre had done telling me of the awful sights that were every morning to be seen here, I asked him,

"Are you not afraid your brother may some day be led out here to share the fate of so many others?"

and I are wearying for the day of his trial coming on, that he may be set free and brought home to our dear mother again." I do not know whether Pierre's hopes have been fulfilled or not. Perhaps he may even yet be still hoping. But I have often thought since then how good it would be if we all could wait on the great day of our eternal judgment with the same calm feeling that the young Frenchman Pierre awaited the trial that was to decide the life or death of his soldier-brother. If Christ is ours, it is a righteous thing that we should be acquitted. "We can prove

June 1. The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious.Eccles. x. 12.

8. Behold, I come quickly; and my reward is with me, to give every man according as his work shall be.-Rev. xxii. 12. 15. Being fervent in the spirit, he spake and taught diligently the things of the Lord.-Acts xviii. 25.

22. His word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones......and I could not stay.-Jer. xx. 9.

29. O Lord, be gracious unto us; we have waited for thee. -Isa. xxxiii. 2.

WHAT YOU CAN DO FOR BABY. ALL the children were wondering what they could do for "our baby." Baby is a year old, and can walk, and almost talk. She notices everything, and looks as if she would like to give her little opinion about everything the others do. Katie thought she would like to try and make her a dress all by herself; but Nellie said,—

"Mother, don't you think it would be better for us to join at making her something?"

"I have been thinking," said their mother, "that there is something I would like you to do for her. Baby needs to have a good example set her far more than any pretty thing you could make her. When you and Katie were quarrelling over the baby-house, I saw her watching you all the time. Do you want her to do so when she grows up?".

"Oh no, indeed!" they both said.

"Then you must not let her see you do it. Use only loving words and acts between each other. If she sees only these, she will be far more likely to grow up loving and gentle herself."

"GOT IN AT LAST."

H. N. S.

Are you

"About a week after her visit, she thus spoke to ine:-'When you told me what was the matter with me, I thought I would. have sunk through the floor; it was just as if the judge had put on the black cap, and passed sentence of death on me. I am not afraid to die now, though.' not?' 'No; for if I die now, my soul is saved.' 'But how do you know that?' 'Because I believe in Jesus.' 'And Jesus has delivered you from the fear of death?' 'Yes.' 'What led you to this state of mind?' The words I heard at the Hall, and especially the prayer you prayed over me, after I heard my sentence passed, took hold of me. I was in a terrible state of mind for some days; but I'm at peace now, for I'm trusting in Jesus, and my soul is safe.'

"It is upwards of four months since this took place, and the hope of glory is her portion still. One of the last days she was visited, it was observed to her, 'You are getting very low down now.' 'Yes,' she answered, but I'm getting up too.' Early last December she died in peace."-Glasgow Medical Mission.

"Let me feel the Book."

A BOOK-SHOP has been opened in Damascus by the Rev. E. B. Frankel. It has awakened a great demand for the Hebrew Scriptures. During a warm controversy which took place there, an old blind Jew stepped forward, and asked for a New Testament. "Let me feel the Book," he said, putting it to his lips and kissing it; "this is God's book, it is the truth. God bless the missionaries who have come here to do us good!"

The Loan of a New Testament. IT is the custom after the daily meeting for proclaiming the gospel in the Rue Royale, Paris, to offer freely the loan of good-sized New Testaments to all who desire it. A lady and her daughter lately availed themselves of this offer, and the next day, after listening with the deepest concern to the preaching, returned the book. Wherefore? They had read it through! So intensely interested were they in the volume, that they had gathered the family circle, the husband reading aloud, until he could no longer hold out. They had retired reluctantly at one o'clock, and had risen early to continue the attractive reading, and had finished the book and brought it back, thinking that the loan had been only for one day. When told that there was no fixed period for returning the volume, their delight was manifest, and they took it home again, for others to enjoy the second reading. Evangelical Christendom.

The Little Boys under the Arches. LORD SHAFTESBURY bad a dear, young, and promising son at the famous public school of Harrow. Suddenly there came a summons to the earl: the telegram indicated that his dear boy was dying fast. The father came and hung over the youth, whose life was passing away. He loved the Saviour; he was ready for the heaven of joy and love. He had always felt great interest in the ragged-school movement; and almost with his last breath he said, "O papa, don't forget the little boys under the arches!"

The little boys under the arches have not been forgotten.-Children's Friend.

BOOKS.

GARLANDS FOR A MOTHER'S GRAVE. By Newman Hall, LL.B. London: J. Nisbet and Co. 32mo. 64 pages. Price Threepence.

The tribute of a loving son to a loving mother, the widow of John Vine Hall, author of The Sinner's Friend. The sketch, though brief, sets forth a life of rare completeness and fragrance. Faith and works are beautifully blended. She died at the age of eighty-four, "a shock of corn fully ripe." Till after her eightieth year, she rose at five o'clock, summer and winter, spending the early hours in reading and prayer. She