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of, is the credit of being first in the play-ground or ready for the walk, because you are tall enough to get your hat down more easily than most of your schoolfellows, whose heads you overreached, and rather prevented than helped to get down theirs. The little weary one you left alone fumbling to unlace her boots while you slipped your easy worn ones off, and ran to get all things straight beside, that you might have the choicest place in the class, and just as little five-years-old was wriggling herself on to her favourite seat, your easy height and firmer step, gave you the power even then, to get possession before the finishing shuffle to get on was quite complete. These are little actions, but they are like putting stone upon stone to build a house. They build you up to be men and women in your future life. The game of the cat and the mouse is too often played in the schoolroom or the play-ground—the game of power over weakNow I cannot but think that your school-room has no such game admitted into it, but if it should ever creep in, drive the cat away. Shun his example. Learn to conquer self, and let the law of kindness be in your mouth.

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“Questions to Puzzle You."

How many appearances of the Saviour are there on record after His resurrection?

READ the law contained in Deut. xxi. 18-21, and find the strongest contrast you can in the Gospels.

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THE TEACHER'S OFFERING.

November's Story.

GUNPOWDER PLOT, NOV. 5, 1605.

LANDING OF WILLIAM III., NOV. 5, 1688.

THE door creaked on its hinges when November entered Mr. Merlin's study, as if unwilling to admit him. A gaunt, sombre figure he looked, wrapped from the chin to the heels in a long grey cloak. Dank, brownish-grey locks fell over his shoulders, and his eyes gleamed out from under his shaggy eyebrows, like-yes, Mr. Merlin really thought like two slow burning matches. More than that, he fancied that the flame which shot out as a coal fell in the grate, came from a dark lanthorn clutched in November's hand.

Now the reason Mr. Merlin had such odd fancies was just this:-He had had a perplexing visit that afternoon from all the small boys who had a right to pull his coattails, and to ask favours of him. The moment school was over, they had rushed into his study to beg that he would

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