Madeline Leslie

“ He sat gazing into the fire, until Charlie's screams made him look round. The little fellow had climbed upon a high chair, near the window, but his foot had slipped, and he fell heavily against a corner of the table. His poor little face was covered with blood, and he was very much hurt. He was ill for a long time after.
Now all this might have been prevented, if Johnnie had been a kind, obliging little boy. We should pray to be like Jesus, who "pleased not himself." ”

“ He has often been heard to say that he could not trust a boy that was unkind to animals. God made them for our service, but not for cruel sport.
We hope that our readers will strive to cultivate the spirit of kindness to all God's creatures. God sees each kind or unkind action, and He has said, "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy."
THE LONG-TAILED MONKEYS,
OR "HELP ONE ANOTHER!"
A PARTY of the long-tailed monkeys wanted to cross a narrow river over which there was no bridge. ”

“ I'm so sorry they are so poor, so ignorant, and so miserable." That was a silver penny. It was the gift of a heart full of pity.
But there was one scholar who gave his penny with a throbbing heart, saying to himself, "For Thy sake, O loving Jesus, I give this penny, hoping that the poor heathen, whom Thou lovest, will believe in Thee and become Thy disciples." That was a golden penny, because it was the gift of love.
OLD TOM, THE CAT.
MY aunt Deborah was the owner of old Tom, who was in my opinion, and especially in that of his mistress, a very respectable right-minded cat. ”

“ Rarely should we hear of quarrels between brothers and sisters, provided they would, like the long-tailed monkeys, "help one another."
HENRY ASKING A BLESSING.
HENRY had never heard his father pray. A Christian friend, while visiting at the house, was invited to conduct family prayers, and also to ask a blessing at table. Henry wished his father would do so every day.
One evening, only Henry and his little brother and his aged grandmother sat at the table, the rest of the family taking tea with a neighbor.
"Grandma," said Henry, "may I ask a blessing?" ”

“ Pity and indignation mingled in his tremulous tones, when he said, "You must be kind to the little kitten now, for it hasn't got any mother!"
Later in the evening, Willie lay asleep on the carpet, in one hand a knife, and in the other a half-eaten apple. Directly the little kitten came in, and went whining around, until it saw Willie, when, without delay, it ceased its piteous mewing, crawled up close to his bosom, and went to sleep too. ”