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the case, leaning over the fire, with a book on h lap, looking at it, and lazily learning from it, al were reproved, and counselled to more industry, s would spurn both the reproof and the couns however kindly given, and perhaps even hate t] reprover. And at the close of the day she wou wonder how it was that she had not time for h duties, whilst her companions got through thei with so much ease; but always ended by lulling b conscience with the idea that their abilities we greater than hers, and that too much was require of her. She could not, or would not, see that it quite possible to be doing something, and yet to very idle. For her Bible, she had “not a minute spare,"
-no time to be neat,- no time for he studies, - no time for her health,
, -no time to kind things for others. She was hardly dealt with Her heavenly Father had heaped commands up her, and given her no time in which to obey them Parents and teachers were all unkind, or the would not have been so unreasonable in the demands! “I am sure I have not a minute spare," was her almost unvarying reply to all wh sought to do her good.—"Not a Minute to spare."
THE WAY TO EMINENCE.
That which other folks can do,
Why, with patience, may not you? Long ago a little boy was entered at Harrow school. He was put into a class beyond his years and where all the scholars had the advantage of
vious instruction, denied to him. His master d him for his dulness, and all his efforts then ald not raise him from the lowest place on the m. But, nothing daunted, he procured the immars and other elementary books which his ss-fellows had gone through in previous terms.
devoted the hours of play, and not a few of the ars of sleep, to the mastering of these; till, in a few eks, he gradually began to rise, and it was not ag till he shot far ahead of all his companions, and came not only leader of the division, but the ide of Harrow. You may see the statue of that vy, whose career began with this fit of energetic plication, in St. Paul's cathedral ; for he lived to
the greatest Oriental scholar of modern Europe : was Sir William Jones. When young scholars see the lofty pinnacle of ttainment on which that name is now reposing, ley feel as if it had been created there, rather than d travelled thither. No such thing. The most ustrious in the annals of philosophy once knew ► more than the most illiterate now do. And how d he arrive at his peerless dignity? By dint of diliEnce; by downright painstaking.–Life in Earnest.
PAWNEE INDIAN IN THE COSTUME OF
HIS TRIBE. The robes of animals are worn by the Indians, istead of blankets: their skins, when tanned, are ied as coverings for their lodges and for their beds; adressed, they are used for constructing canoes, for saddles, bridles, and thongs. The horns are sh into ladles and spoons; the bones are used saddle-trees, for war; the sinews, for strings to bows, as well as for thread to string their beads sew their dresses. The feet of the animals are b · with their hoofs, for glue. The hair from the and shoulders, which is long, is twisted and bra into halters; and the tail is used for a fly-brush
MEMOIRS, ELIZABETH S. A. CROWTHER. ELIZABETH S. A. CROWTHER was born in pleasant village of Millbrook, near Devonport the 3d of February, 1814. At an early
ights of good, and desires after heavenly things, e produced in her mind by the Holy Spirit, who nawakens very little children to serious thought
inquiry. When only four years old, she was titted among the little ones in the Millbrook sleyan Sunday-school, where she became rekable for regular attendance, obedience to her chers, and general good conduct. She loved the ol, and seemed always happy to be there. Then Elizabeth was nearly five years old, istmas and the new year were fast approaching,
the cards for gathering the Missionary offerings e being distributed among the children at Ibrook; but she was thought too young to have · Her tender mind, however, was so filled with
for the dear children in far-off lands, who have Bibles, no schools, and no kind Teachers to tell m of the blessed Saviour, that she felt a strong hy to do something for them. She wished to act something, if only a little. The first step
to get her mother's permission. Having ined this, she took a small bag, and cheerfully it forth to the work, with as truly Missionary a : rt, in its little way, as ever crossed the vast in to carry the Gospel to the Heathen. Her wer to those who inquired what she would do - the money, was, “ I am collecting for the little k children, to buy them books, that they may r about Jesus.”
And when young readers are that she gathered as much as would purchase New Testaments, they will see that the zeal diligence of our little friend were not in vain.
The truths taught in the Sunday-school ma deep impression upon Elizabeth's mind, and led to pray earnestly to God for His mercy and fai She was often seen at the prayer-meeting, trifling and careless, but seriously joining in service, and striving to wait upon God. Her hd was generally delicate ; but toward the clos September, 1854, on her returning from schon illness came on from which she never recovi While thus afflicted, she felt more fully a sens sin, and her need of a Saviour; and she was lec the ever-blessed Spirit, to trust in Jesus, who for our sins. All gloom now passed away fron. mind. She felt“ peace with God through our ] Jesus Christ;" and looked forward with unclou hope to the blessedness of the better world. was very fond of our hymns, and would often re these lines,
“ Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past." “ Mother,” said she, one day, “is dying like g to sleep?" "Yes, my dear,” her mother replied you are happy.” “O, I am so happy!” she s and added, Come, mother, sing 'the Hi Land.'” And when they had sung two vers that sweet little hymn,“ There is a happy land, far, far
she exclaimed, “Shan't I be happy in that bu world above!” Her delight was in commu with God, and in speaking of heavenly thi