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"How vexing it is! said Luke; "I meant to have got forward, but somehow everything is against me.'

"That excuse will not do, Master Linger," said his tutor; "it is quite plain to me that you have not done your best. While others were working, you were idling away your time. You must persevere, Luke, if you intend to be a scholar. Learning will not drop into dreamer's mouth."

Arthur and Luke had an uncle, Farmer Hodges, who

invited them to spend a week at his house in their midsummer holidays. As they lived in town, they looked forward to the expected visit to the country with great delight.

Uncle Hodges was an oldfashioned farmer. He wore a red waistcoat, always rose with the lark, worked as hard as any labourer in the fields, and never was absent from his pew on Sunday; and then, too, he was a kind-hearted and truly Christian man.

On the first morning of their visit at the farm, their uncle took them into his rickyard and orchard, showed them his new barn, and pointed out the finest of his horses, cows, and sheep. He then promised that if they would get up early the next morning he would take them to Brook Meadow, where the haymakers were busy at work, and then, perhaps, for a ride to Hightop Hill.

On the morrow Arthur was up and ready before the clock struck six; and was down in the farmyard, looking at the pigeons as they flew around the old elm trees, until Uncle Hodges joined him. They waited some time for Luke, but as he did not make his appearance they set off without him.

Luke lay dreaming in bed till nearly seven, and when he got up he seemed in no hurry to make his way downstairs. At length he appeared, and went out into the cross-road to see if he could find his uncle and Arthur; but before he had walked one hundred yards, he saw them on their way home, both mounted on ponies. They had first been to the hay-fields, and afterwards for a pleasant ride. Luke at once saw that, by his delay, he had lost a treat, while Arthur had got a good appetite for his breakfast and a fresh glow of health on his cheeks.

"How vexed I am, uncle!" cried Luke; "I quite meant to have gone with you to the hayfields."


'It is all very well, Luke," said Farmer Hodges, << so far as it goes, to intend doing a thing; but a bushel of good intentions is not worth a penny unless they end in good actions."

This was not the only time during the visit that the farmer found out the failing and folly of his nephew, in wishing when he should have been acting, and dreaming when he should have been doing.

One afternoon Farmer Hodges found Arthur and Luke on a

seat in the garden, talking rather loudly.

"Well, my lads," said he, "what is the matter now?"

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Why, uncle," replied Luke, "I was only saying that I wish I had a large farm of my own, with a garden and orchard, and sheep and horses, and plenty of men to do the work for me."

"Dreaming and wishing again," said the farmer; "that way won't do, Luke; you must try another. Idle wishes are like weeds, which sometimes show their heads on my land; but I root them out, or they would soon spoil my profits."

That evening, as the farmer opened his large-print Bible at family worship, he said, looking at the same time at his nephews, "If wishing and intending without doing be a bad plan for the things of this world, it is still worse for the great concerns of the world to come. 'The soul of the sluggard desireth, and hath nothing.' (Prov. xiii. 4.) There are thousands who mean to attend to the care of their souls before they die, while they dream away life, and at last die in their sins. That way won't do; we must try another. We must at once believe in Jesus Christ, and give Him our hearts without delay.

We must to-day repent of our evil doings, and seek the grace of the Holy Spirit to renew our hearts, or we shall be in great danger of eternal ruin.”

most noticeable traits of her character was the great partiality she had for hymns, singing being a fruitful source of enjoyment to her. Of her own accord she would select some of the most beautiful hymns in the School Hymn-book, learn them,

YOUTHFUL BIOGRAPHY: and repeat them correctly.


LANCHE RENDALLwas born on September 16th, 1864, at the house of her grandparents, with whom she lived up to the time of her death. They were extremely fond of her, and the death of Blanche was a great trial to them, making it hard for them to say, “Thy will be done." She was always a loving, dutiful child, and ready to do any act of kindness. Whilst very young, she was sent to the Wesleyan Sunday-school, and was among the most regular of the scholars. She was a quick, intelligent child, and displayed an aptitude for learning which distinguished her from her companions. Her teacher says that Blanche was "thoughtful beyond her years, and used to ask questions concerning the Holy Trinity, the two natures, human and Divine, combined in our Saviour." But one of the

Along with her class-mates, she wrote out her favourite verses, so that her teacher might see her choice, and judge of her hand-writing.


Not long before the child's illness, her teacher held prayer-meeting with the members of her class, when Blanche expressed her determination to follow Christ, and throughout the new year to live closer to Him. She was taken ill about twelve days before her death. The disease was scarlatina, at first, which afterwards changed to a complaint of the throat. Her teacher paid her several visits, which were always very welcome to her. She was asked on the Sunday before she died if she felt Jesus near her, and she answered, Yes, teacher; but nothing more of what she said could be understood, as the sufferer could not articulate distinctly. On the following day-the day preceding that of her death-she sung several


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want to know that. 'Doing?' why, I tell lies, I steal, I do everything bad. I am afraid of going to hell, and I want to see Jesus Christ, for I heard one of the Loogyees say that He can save us from hell. Does He live here? Tell me wher I can find Him."

"But He does not save people from hell if they continue to do wickedly."

"I want to stop doing wickedly," said the boy; "but I can't; I don't know how to stop. The evil thoughts are in me, and the bad deeds come of evil thoughts. What can I do?"

"Nothing but come to Christ, poor boy, like all the rest of. us," the lady softly replied; but she spoke this last in English; so the boy only raised his head with a vacant look.

"You cannot see Jesus Christ now," she added, and was answered by a sharp, quick cry of disappointment. "But I am His humble friend and follower," said the lady, at which the face of the little listener brightened, and she continued: "He has told me in His Word to teach all those who wish to escape from hell how to do so."

The joyful eagerness depicted in the boy's countenance was beyond description. "Tell me,


"Does He live here?" he continued, with great emphasis: "I VOL. XV. SECOND SERIES.-September, 1875.


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