ving to the difficulty of articulation, it was but le she said. Being asked, if she was going to wen? she replied, "Yes;"-if she was going to her little brother? again she said, "Yes." r last expressed wish was to see a younger er. When brought to her bedside, she greeted with a smile, and gave her a parting kiss. er this she lay composed for about half an hour, en she gently fell asleep, to wake no more until trumpet shall sound at the great day of the d.

"This lovely bud, so young and fair,

Call'd hence by early doom,

Just came to show how sweet a flower
In paradise could bloom."

Vewbury.

MANNERS.

E. T.

YOUNG folks should be mannerly; but how to be so the question. Many good boys and girls feel tthey cannot behave themselves properly in the sence of company. They are awkward, clownrough. They feel timid, bashful, and selftrustful, the moment they are addressed by a anger, or appear in company. There is but one y to get over this feeling, and to acquire easy and ceful manners; that is, to do the best they can the time, at home as well as abroad. Good anners are not learned so much as acquired by bit. They grow upon us by use. We must be urteous, agreeable, civil, kind, gentlemanly and

womanly at home, and then it will become a kin of second nature to be so everywhere. A coars rough manner at home begets a habit of roughne which we cannot set aside, if we try, when we among strangers. The most agreeable people have ever known in company, are those that most agreeable at home. Home is the school f all the best things.

THE REBUKE.

THE infant is sleeping,
He prattles no more;
The mother is weeping,
Afflicted and sore;
The children are crying,
For "baby is dead;"
The father is sighing
For one little head.

There is grief in the palace,

And mourning and woe;

All, save little Alice,

Their sorrow do show.

Her fair cheeks are tearless;
Her blue eyes are clear;
And trusting and fearless
She stands by the bier.

Her voice is unbroken,
As, lifting her head,
She turns to the living,

From one that is dead:

"Dear mother, you told us
That God was on high,

And His arms would enfold us
Whenever we die.

"And, father, I heard you
Tell uncle, last night,
Your child was an angel,
In raiment of white :
Then why all this weeping,
This sorrow and pain?
Our Willie is sleeping
To waken again."

With the voice of a prophet,
The look of a seer,
Her words of rebuking

Enchain'd every ear:

The sobs came no longer,
The eyes knew a balm,
The parents were stronger,
The children were calm.

'Neath the shade of the willow

They laid him to rest,

The sod for his pillow,

A rose on his breast;

And they learn'd from his going

One lesson of worth,

There are angels in heaven,
And angels on earth.

"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?" ONE afternoon a boy saw a person drop his purse. He picked it up and put it in his pocket, and was walking off with it. "What am I going to do?" came into his mind; and the answer followed,"I am going away with a purse of money that does

not belong to me. thief, if I do so. steal.'"

This is not honest; I shall be a God has said, 'Thou shalt not In another moment he ran after the

person, and gave up the purse.

"What am I going to do?" asked a boy who took his fishing-tackle instead of his books, and was stealing out of the back-door of his father's house. "I am going to play truant, deceive my parents, neglect my school, and go in the company of bad boys." The case looked a bad one; he turned about, put away his fishing-tackle, found his satchel, and ran off to school. These boys were saved from much evil by stopping to think. Solomon says, "Ponder the path of thy feet."

ABSALOM'S PILLAR.

WHAT is now shown in the Valley of Jehoshaphst, as Absalom's tomb, may perhaps be taken as representing this monument. He was buried under a great heap of stones east of Jordan; and it is quite unlikely that his remains would be removed to another place. Josephus speaks of his "pillar" as of "marble: " but any fine stone, and any high monument, may be meant by the words he uses.

It is not to be supposed that the monument, as now seen, was the work of Absalom. There is hardly affiner thing to be met with in that part of the country. The body is about twenty-four feet square, and you see the Ionic columns on each side. Its height you may imagine by comparing it with the breadth, as just stated; say, forty feet at least.

Little boys and girls! can you spell out the lessons written (though not with graving-tools) on the monument of Absalom ? It was reared by youthful ambition; but it is named by the sacred historian in immediate connexion with the wretched end and burial of the founder. It tells no more, then, of fame and glory, but of the madness of