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16 THE PRESBYTERIAl
For the Children
BE KIND.
Little lad3 and lassies,
Listen now to me,
Treat with greatest kindness
Everything you see.
Never kill the birdies,
Never rob a nest;
Boys that never harm them,
Birds will love the best.
Then the dogs and kitties,
Playmates ever true,
Is it kind to stone them?
Have they injured you?
All these little creatures
Need your tender care;
Even of your dinner
They must have a share.
Feed, them, pet them, love them
Make them love you, too;
Be to timid creatures
A protector true.
Ah, my lads and lassies,
Happy you will be
If you treat with kindness
Everything you see!
?Dew drops.
AN ADOPTED MOTHER.
Arthur Allen was a very tender-hearted little boy,
and there were tears in his eyes when he came into the
kitchen one morning carrying in his armg a big brown
hen, which had been run over by a hay-wagon and
killed.
"What will become of Brownie's little chickens,
mamma?" he asked. "They are out under a currantbush,
all peeping for their mother."
Mrs. Allen went out in the garden with Arthur to
look nf tVlf nnnr litflo TU " '
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of the yellow, fluffy little things, and they were only
three days old.
"They mustn't die," said Arthur. "I'll take care of
them myself."
He brought a basket, and put all the little chickens
into it. Then he carried them off to an empty oat bin
in the barn, where there was plenty of room for them
to run about.
The next morning, when Mrs. Allen went out to
the barn to tell Arthur to hunt for some eggs, she
stopped at the oat bin to look at the motherless chickens.
There in one corner of the bin hung the big feather
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uusicr, anu gamereci unaer it were all the little chickens
!
"I thought the duster could be a mother to them,
mamma," said Arthur. So Mrs. Allen left the duster
in the bin, and the little chickens gathered under it until
they were old enough to roost on a bar.?Youth's Companion.
Unless above himself he can
Erect himself, how poor a thing is man.
N OF THE SOUTH. March 17, 1909.
SAMARITAN ANTS.
Eight-year-old Mamie was in a flutter of excitement.
Grandp* had promised to show her something wonderful,
he had said that she might watch him while he
"verified one of Sir John Lubbock's experiments."
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*viaimc aicin t know what grandpa meant, but she
danced about him while he filled a small pan with water
and carried it into the garden. She was evgn more
puzzled when he stopped at an ant hill, lifted a little
stick on which a number of ants were crawling, and
shook them off the stick into the water.
"Oh! oh! grandpa," she cried, "don't! you'll kill
them!"
But grandpa only smiled.
"No, no! I'll not kill them," he answered; "wait a
minute and see what happens."
In a very little while he took the half drowned ants
from the water and placed them near the hill. Mamie
was bubbling over with curiosity, and stood first on one
foot, then on the other.
"O, grandpa!" she cried, seizing his hand, "what will
Happen ?"
Grandpa said nothing, but smiled down into the impatient
little face and pointed to the ant-hill. Some
ants came out and crawled away. Mamie watched
them a long time, but saw nothing wonderful, then she
looked up at grandpa. His face brightened as another
ant issued from the hill. Mamie began watching again.
The ant took the same path the others had taken, but
suddenly it stopped and seemed to be looking at something.
Then Mamie remembered the half-drowned, unconscious
ants, and saw that it was looking at them.
"What's he going to do?" she exclaimed in an excited
whisper, "will he??"
But the ant had ?
_..w~..vV oouaucu us curiosity, tor
it went on. Before Mamie had time to say anything
more, other ants came along and, seeing their unconscious
brothers, stopped and looked at them. Then
they began moving quickly about, and Mamie gave a
little shriek of delight.
"Grandpa! grandpa! They're going to take them
home and give them something to make them well!"
And sure enough! the active little insects were carrying
the unfortunate ones back home, and soon disappeared
through the little opening in the hill.
"Oh! oh!" cried Mamie, "I must go quickly and tell
mamma about the ex?what will you call it, grandpa?"
Grandpa was writing in his note book, but he looked up
as she spoke.
"It is a long word," he said, "experiment." Then he
went on writing, and Mamie, who had no idea what
the long word meant, ran into the house, exclaiming:
"Oh, mamma! Grandpa let me see an ex-per-i-ment,
aim ants are just like the men in the Bible; there are
priest-ants and Levite-ants, then there are some Good
Samaritan-ants, too!"?Exchange.
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Grieve not that will so far transcends
Thy feeble powers, but in content
Do what thou canst, and leave the ends
And issues with Omnipotent.