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March 24, 1909. THE PRESBYTERS
For the Children
KNOWING HOW.
I've ?ometlmes heard my grandpa tell
That folks who knows just how to smell
Can get the summer from one rose
Or from a little breeze that blows.
And father says no matter where
You live, if you will just take care
And make the best of your two eyes,
You'll see so much you'll grow real wise.
And then my mother's often heard
One little pleasant-spoken word,
That's made somebody smile and smile
And feel cheered up for quite a while.
? Thoy say it doesn't matter much
Whether a child has such and such;
Its huw she'll learn to "make thines do."
And p'r'aps It's so with grown folks, too.
?The Congregationalism
THE COW THAT LIKED COMPOSITIONS.
By Emma C. Dowd.
Caro had never written a composition. At the city
school nothing had ever been said about them. But
here in the country, where they had lately come to
live, every Friday was composition day, and Caro was
expected to write something on the subject printed
upon the blackboard. '"Cows" she read, and felt perplexed
at once.
"Make your comoositions this
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funny, if possible," the teacher said, which sent Caro
home in a puzzle. What was funny about a cow?
After school the little girl took a paper and pencil,
and went out into the pasture back of the house to
study their cow, and to write her composition.
Billy Carpenter had told her that cows sometimes
chased people; but this cow that her father had just
bought looked too clumsy and too lazy to tun after
anybody. So Caro sat down upon a big stone, and
wrote "Cows" in big letters at the top of her sheet.
The cow switched her tail from side to side, to drive
off the flies; so presently Caro wrote:
"Cows are big animals, with long tails that go wigglety-waggle."
B Then she watched to see the cow do- something
funny; but all she did was to nibble at the grass.
Pretty soon this went down on Caro's paper:
"Cows eat all the time, and never stop. They have
oig eyes that stare at you, and they have horns to let
down the bars with, when thev eo home at niedit. Our
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cow is reddish, and isn't funny at all."
Just then the cow walked off under a tree, and lay
down chewing her cud.
"Oh," thought Caro, "that is funny I They do their
eating first, and then they go and chew and chew!
So she wrote down her discovery, adding, "I wish I
could do that way; but mamma makes me chew as I
go along."
A railway passed near the farm, and just then a whis
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tie sounded shrilly not far away. It frightened the
cow, and getting on her feet in a hurry she came bounding
in Caro's direction at a lively pace.
"Oh 1" screamed Caro, and dropping paper and pencil
she scampered away toward the fence. Safely on
the other side, she ventured to look back.
The cow was inspecting the composition.
"Oh 1" cried Caro again, and then louder, "Oh, my 1"
for the paper had vanished in the cow's mouth !
Caro went sadly home, to re-write her composition
in a safe place, and she added this to the first part:
"Cows like compositions, for ours ate mine up."
The next Friday afternoon, when all the twenty compositions
were read, the scholars voted Cam
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the very funniest one there.?The Sunday School
Times.
A TRUTHFUL BOY.
Robert Burdette says: 'How people do trust a truthful
boyl We never worry about him when he is out of
sight, We never say, 'I wonder where he is; I wish '
I knew what he is doing; I wonder whom he is with ;
I wonder why he doesn't come home.' Nothing of the
sort. We know that he is all right, and that when he
comes home we will know all about it and get it
straight. We don't have to ask him where he is going
or how long he will be gone every time he leaves the
house. We don't have to call him back .and make him
'solemnly promise' the same thing over and over. When
he says. 'Yes. I will ' ?* t '
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settles it."
HOW CHARACTER IS FORMED.
Have you ever noticed how an icicle is formed? If
you have, you noticed how it froze one drop at a time
until it was a foot or more long. If the water was
clear, the icicle remained clear, and sparkled almost as
brightly as diamonds in the sun; but if the water was
slightly muddy, the icicle looked foul, and its beauty
was spoiled. Just so our characters are forming?one
little thought or feeling at a time. If each thought be
pure and bright, the soul will be lovely and sparkle
with happiness; but if impure and wrong, there will
be deformity and wretchedness.?The Young Evangelist.
A GREAT SAINT BERNARD.
A lady was drawing her little girl on a sled after a
great snow-storm, through a long, narrow path to the
schoolhouse, the snow being thrown up very high on
each side of the path, when she met mid-way a large
Saint Bernard dog, a stranger. She immediately addressed
him as she would a human being, explaining
that the path was narrow and the snow deep, and that
he must turn around and go back. He listened carefully
to her explanation, then wheeled about and walked
back a considerable distance until he found a place
where the snow had been shoveled out a little at the
side. Into this he backed and waited quietly until she
passea mm with the sled and child. The lady thanked
him for being so much of a gentleman, and he then
wheeled about and started again on the path.?Our
Dumb Animals.
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