Supt. A. Not a bit of it. I shall go away with a very strong suspicion that the wisest, best and most Scriptural thing we can do, is to imitate your example.

Supt. B. All right.
School. All right.

Supt. A. Yes, I see you are: all right.

TOO MUCH GIVING.

(For two young men, a boy, and three girls.) Mr. Penurious. Give! Give! Give! I declare it's always give. A dollar for this thing to-day, and five dollars to that thing to-morrow. Why, a man would want to be made of money, to belong to this church.

Charley. But you receive, as well as give, don't you, Mr. P. ?

Nobody ever gave remember. I've

Mr. P. Not a bit of it. me anything, that I can earned all that I own myself, and I mean to keep it. You needn't hope to get anything out of me for your Sunday-school library. I don't believe in Sunday-school libraries. They don't have the right kind of books; and, besides, they cost money.

Mary. Nobody ever gave you anything, Mr. P.? How did you come by life and health and the ability to acquire a fortune? Did you earn those yourself?

Ellen. Yes, Mr. P. You and the Bible don't agree very well. That says: "Freely ye have received, freely give."

Jenny. And aren't we all giving to you every day of our lives? Here we're giving you a first rate opportunity to give!

Mr. P. Ye-es-thank you for nothing. I wish you'd give me a greenback now and then, or something that cost something, and is worth something.

Mary. And salvation cost nothing, and is worth nothing, I suppose. Oh! Mr. P., think what it cost the Father to save a ruined world think what salvation means!

C. I'll tell you what it means, Mr. P.; it means GIVE. As Christ gave himself for us, so we must give ourselves for others, or we are none of his. Well, we can't spend much time. on you. Good morning. (Exit Charley, Ellen, Mary and Jenny.)

Mr. P. Salvation means giving! Who ever heard such a thing? The young folks had no such notions when I was a boy. (Exit.)

Enter, from different sides of the platform, Uncle Bountiful, Charley, Ellen and Mary.

C., E. and M. Good morning, Uncle

Bountiful.

Uncle B. Good morning, children. Round collecting for the new library, I'll venture to say. Well, I'm ready for you. Will this do

for me? (Pulling out a ten-dollar bill.)

M. O, Uncle Bountiful! we didn't think of your giving more than five dollars. Uncle B.

a good one.

prise.

Didn't you? Well now, there's
I do like to take folks by sur-

E. Uncle Bountiful, did you ever think that there was "too much giving?

Uncle B. "Too much giving!" God bless you, child, I don't know what you mean. Does God give us too much fresh air and sunshine? Does he give more of his tender, allembracing love than we need? Is that what you mean?

M. O! no, Uncle Bountiful. Ellen means to ask if there isn't too much giving among Christians. I suspect I know what put it into her head.

Uncle B. So do I, darling. It was the devil. Resist him, Nellie, and he'll flee from

you.

C. He did, uncle.

M. For shame, Charley. I really think Mr. Penurious is a good man.

Uncle B. O, ho! so you've been afoul of Mr. Penurious. Well, pet, I think he's a good man, too. He's mighty sound in the doctrines, and there's nobody speaks and prays better than he. But he won't give. That's his weakness. My weakness is that I can't speak ten words together; but I'm willing to give ten dollars together so we're square.

E. And you seem to think it a pleasure to give, uncle.

Uncle B. Of course I do. Isn't that Scriptural? Better to give than to receive, you know. I've always found it so. But good-bye, children. I must be going. (Exit.) C. Now there goes what I call a man. God bless him, girls; don't you say so?

Uncle B. (popping his head in.) If you are a little short on that subscription, don't mind calling on me again.

J. H. G.

THE SIGNIFICANCE OF CHRISTMAS.

Charles. Well, boys, to-morrow is Christmas Day. Isn't that bully?

Edwin. "Bully?" Charles, that seems to me the very last epithet to apply to Christmas Day; and, indeed, an adjective that you'd better dismiss from your vocabulary altogether. James. I wonder what Charles's conception of Christmas Day is.

C. Well, you needn't wonder long. It's a day when school don't keep, and we have a bang up good dinner a day when skates are given to those fellows that haven't got them, and the chances are more than even that they'll have an opportunity to try them before night.

E. More slang, Charley.

J. And such a conception of Christmas! Did you ever go to church on Christmas Day, Charles?

C. Go to church? Not for Joseph. Not any in mine, if you please.

E. I do wish you wouldn't use such low expressions, Charley.

J. And I do wish you'd go to church with me to-morrow.