Sometimes I feel as though I would like to keep the best things for myself— the best seat by the fire, the best apple, or the finest orange; but this would be selfishness. I find when I give up the best apple to Henry, and my warm seat by the fire to Hannah, there is a pleasant feeling springs up which makes me happy; and mother says it is because I have done right.

When my little brother or sisters are in any trouble, I must try to help them out of it. I must pity them when they suffer any pain or sickness, and I must try to help them bear their sufferings. I must always try to lead them to do the things that are right, and I must help them to remember what our parents say.

Mary Green and her sister Eliza had a little brother. They loved him very much. They used to lead him out into the garden and orchard; and many pleasant hours they had together. They were kind to their brother, for they loved him, and they loved and honored their parents.

things for yourself, what would it be? When you give up the best, how do you feel? Why? When your brothers or sisters are in trouble, what must you do What if they are sick, or suffering? What must you try to lead them to do? To remember? What do you know of Mary Green's brother? If your

But their brother did not live long. He was taken sick, and his little face grew paler and paler; and one day he died. I saw him when he lay in his coffin. His lips were open a little, and his teeth looked like bits of china. I thought it was very sad.

If my brother Henry should die, I should be very sad; but if I had been unkind to him, it would make me feel much more sad. I should think of that the first thing; and every time I thought of him, I fear that unkindness would keep in my mind. But if I had been kind to him, and had tried every day to make him happy, I should love to think of him, although it did make me sad.

I should love to remember the pleasant plays we had had, and the kind words he had spoken; and mother says I should love to remember them when a great many years had gone by. She says, too, that, if we all live to grow up, we shall probably be separated from each other; and if we get kind and pleasant ways to each other now, we

brother should die, how would you feel? How if you had been unkind to him? What would keep in your mind? If you had been kind to him, what would you love to remember? How long would you remember them? When the children grow up, will they all live together? If you get kind and pleasant

shall always love each other all the better, and nothing will be so delightful as to remember these hours of our childhood and our own early home.

LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

A little girl, with a happy look,

Sat slowly reading a ponderous book,

All bound with velvet and edged with gold,

And its weight was more than the child could hold;

Yet dearly she loved to ponder it o'er,

And every day she prized it more,

For it said, as she looked at her dear little brother,

It said, "Little children must love one another."

She thought it was beautiful in that book,
And the lesson home to her heart she took;
She walked on her way with a trusting grace,
And a dove-like look on her meek young face,
Which just as plain as words could say,
The holy Bible I must obey;

So mamma, I'll be kind to my darling brother,

For "little children must love one another."

ways, how will you regard each other? What will be delightful to remember?

I'm sorry he is naughty and will not pray ;
But I'll love him still, for I think the way
To make him gentle and kind to me
Will be better shown if I let him see
I strive to do what I think is right;
And thus, when I kneel to pray at night,

I will clasp my arms around my brother,
And say, "Little children must love one another."

The little girl did as the Bible taught,

And pleasant indeed was the change it wrought;
For the boy looked up in glad surprise

To meet the light of her loving eyes:
His heart was full; he could not speak;
He pressed a kiss on his sister's cheek;
And God looked down on the happy mother
Whose little children loved each other.

FANNY.

SHOW RESPECT TO THE AGED.

WHEN my grandfather comes to visit us, which he usually does at Christmas and in June, dear mother is always glad to see him, and she provides him with the best seat, in the old arm chair, by the fire in the winter, and by the

Questions. When your grandfather visits you, what place does your mother give him? What care does she take at the table? What does she try to do?