harm. The Saviour once said, "Let your communication be yea, yea, and nay, nay, for whatsoever is more than this cometh of evil." He may not have referred directly to this, but I think the words will apply well in this case. H. Well, Charley, you take a serious view. of the matter; perhaps you are right. At any rate, I will try to remember to guard my speech hereafter. Though I expect I shall "shed barrels and barrels of tears" over my fault before it is mended.

S. S. CELEBRATION BOOK.

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BIG AND LITTLE.

Tommy. "TAINT any use trying, Dave. My big kite won't go up. I've tried it fifty times. It is ten feet high and six feet wide, and seems to me the thing wants forty feet of tail!

David. Why do you try to make it so large? I'd rather have a little kite that will go, than a big one that won't.

T. Why? why? Can't you see? Who wants to be one of the common fry, with things just like other folks? Baby Smith and Shorty Jones, and the whole tribe of little

fellows in town have got 'em all just alike cut by the same pattern; just so much string and so much tail, so long and so wide, (suit the action to the words ;) and all one color. I want something original, I do! I don't sail in your common scow. I'll paddle my own canoe, and a big one at that!

D. Just so! But don't their kites sail? Can't they put them up?

Anybody can

T. Of course they can. make one of them common things go up, wind or no wind. But I'll make 'em stare when I get my ten-footer started once; just let me get it up, and then look out for the locomotive when the whistle blows. Why half-adozen boys can swing on the cord at once!

D. Just so! when you get it up. But who is going to hold it for you when it is up. Your big locomotive kite will run away with you lift you right off your feet in a twinkling. Those little ones you have been sneering at are all you can hang on to. Who is going to manage your ten-footer, Tommy?

T. 1 am, greeny! But I don't bother about that. Any how, I've got the biggest kite in town, if it don't go, and that's something, ain't it?

D. Just so! You've built a great, un

gainly thing, that goes up as high as you poke it, with its tail dragging on the ground. Taint a kite after all your fuss, for a kite flies! and while you've been bothering and stewing over this "big thing," I've had my "sky-scraper" up a dozen times. I say you've spread yourself out too big-you've got too many eggs in your nest to bring out many chickens.

T. Too big! too big! There ain't anything too big. 'Tis your little things I despise. I'm never going to do a little thing in my life— I'll crowd it full of big things. I am going to astonish the people with something worth looking at, or nothing!

D. Just so! But more frequently the latter, I suppose. It's my notion that your big things have got to grow out of little ones.

T. You're smart, you are! If I want a big kite I've got to make a little one, and then plant it, and let it grow, eh?

D. Just so! You must first try the little ones, till you get hold of the whole idea of a kite, and then you can mount your Great Eastern, perhaps !

T. Hang your little kite! I never made one, and never will. I've got a soul above little mean things.

you.

D. Just so I hope you are above mean things. But that's just the idea I want to pound into your dull head. Little things ain't mean things, I can tell T. Don't see it! Who wants to splutter over little things? Nobody sees 'em-nobody cares for 'em. It's your big guns that make a tremendous noise that do a landoffice business, and astonish the natives. That's me! I'm in for sensation!

Enter Sharp.

Sharp. Hallo, Tommy! What are you so excited about; seems to me you look a little mad?

Tommy. Little mad! I tell you I hate little things-I'm big mad, or nothing. Dave don't seem to have a soul above buttons. He wants me to stoop to little things- I go in for big ones!

S. Well, I guess he is more than half right. You are little enough, and that is some comfort. There's room enough for you to grow. You never saw a tree shoot out of the ground full size; all your large things are made up of little things. Why, our largest houses in the town are made up of little

bricks, and little boards, and little nails. Little things are the seeds of great things!

David. Just so! That's what I tell him. Who wants to be an overgrown do-nothing, like the fat woman at the museum, or the six hundred pound queen of an African prince?

S. You don't want an Elephant, Tommy, to draw an apple-cart. What we need, is to have the right thing in the right place; and, if little things, well used, will do the work, what more do you want?

T. And so you want me to settle down into nothing but a little cog in a big wheel, do you?

S. Yes, Tommy, if a cog is your place. Better a little cog in its place doing its proper work, than a big block of wood stopping the whole machine. There are too many blockheads already.

D. Just so. You had better give in, Tommy. Take down your ten footer, and be satisfied with a kite suited to your string and strength. Why, it would require a rope and Samson at the end, to fly your kite.

T. I hate to give in, that's a fact: but you seem to have the best of the argument. Come with me, boys, and we'll turn the old ten-footer into a dozen kites that will go.