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WHAT HAST THOU DONE?
What hast thou done to show thy love
To Him who left His throne above;
His glorious throne in yonder sky,
And came to earth for thee to die?
Tell me, my soul!
What has thou done in all these years
Sinro Christ in lnve disnelled thv fears
And In their place gave peace of mind
And access to His throne to find?
Tell me, my soul!
Hast thou the world renounced entire;
And for its praise felt no desire?
From every folly turned away
To seek for joys that last always?
Tell me, my soul!
Whene'er a brother in his need
Appealed to thee to clothe or feed.
Didst thou with generous soul reply
And for Christ's sake thyself deny?
Tell me, my soul!
Hast thou e'er dried the mourner's tear?
Or sought the orphan's path to cheer?
Hast thou e'er raised the fallen up,
And bidden him once more to hope?
Tell me, my soul!
Or hast thou lived in selfish ease,
Seeing alone thyself to please;
Forgetful that thy God would claim
Thy service if thou bear His name!
Tell me, my soul!
Forget not, soul, that by and by,
A reckoning comes in yonder sky,
When Christ as Judge win asK or tnee,
0 soul! What hast thou done for me,
Remember, soul!
A RAINY SUNDAY AT HOME.
BY MARY CALLUM WILEY.
"Oh, dear!" said Annebel, "I wish it would
stop raining!"
"What would you do?" said Fred. "You
couldn't go anywhere, 'cause it's Sunday."
"Or do anything," said Joe.
4 * Auntie says if you want to see something,''
Tom, suddenly appearing at the door, "come
out to the kitchen."
The children needed no second bidding. All
day they had been housed in, and now, as the
afternoon dragged by, they were restless and
cross, and ready for anything.
""Whv! "What in the world!" thev cried ax
they ran into the kitchen. Their aunt was
standing by the table with her sleeves rolled up
and a big apron on, spreading wet sand over a
map she had sketched with chalk on the top
of the table.
"It's a map of Palestine," said Tom. "See,
we are going to make it out of sand and put in
the mountains and the valleys and everything."
"Oh!" said the children. They had never
seen anything like it, for they had never studied
geography with a sand map. They lived in the
country and went to an old-fashioned "district
school." But their aunt explained how the map
was to be made, and in a little while they were
busy at work, piling up the sand in places for
mountains, smoothing lakes out of bits of look
ing glass.
"As our map is a representation of the home
of the Children of Israel," said Auntie, "don't
you think it would be nice to mark in some way
the different places where Bible events happened
f''
"Yes," said the children. "But how can we
do it!"
"Take Bethlehem, for instance," said Auntie.
"What has happened theret"
"Jesus was born there," said the children
nni^klv.
"Yea," said Auntie, "but I mean in Old Testament
times."
"David lived there," Tom.
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"And Ruth," added Annebel.
"Then why not mark Bethlehem with a
sheep;" and Auntie dew a tiny animal out of
the Noah's ark she had brought down for the
purpose, and placed it on the map. "This will
show," she said, "that David lived a shepherd
boy here."
"Put down a lion, then," said Joe, "and
u bear, too."
"All right," laughed Auntie; "and I drop
a grain of corn, too, to remind us of Ruth."
"Where's the place where David fought Goliath?"
asked Tom.
"Here," said Auntie, pointing to a narrow
valley southwest of Bethlehem. "Here's where
the Philistines came up to fight the children of
Israel."
"Well, I've got a splendid picture of a giant,"
said Tom, "that'll do for that spot."
"Didn't Samson go down here to Gaza once?"
asked Henry, studying the map in the back of
Auntie's Bible.
"Look it up in the sixteenth chapter of
Judges," said Auntie.
While Henry was reading up on Samson, the
others were eagerly asking questions and looking
up reierences. For tney soon found that
they had to keep their Bibles open in order to
mark tneir map correctly. Bach child was given
a certain part of the map to work up, and whenever
he was in doubt about anything or couldn't
tind a story in the Bible, Auntie helped him out.
When, at length, the map was done, father
and mother were called in to view it. Each
place on the map was eagerly pointed out. There
was a uny temple to mark Jerusalem, a ladder
Bethel, a boat loaded with logs 'matches broken
in two) Tyre; bits of rock piled up showed Mt.
Carmel where Elijah called down lire irom
heaven. A grave marked Mt. Nebo; twelve pebbles
the Jordan, where the children of Israel
crossed. At Shiloh, where little Samuel lived
with Eli, was a tiny lighted candle; at Jericho,
a tiny section of wall. In the valley before Mt.
Sinai two Hat stones were placed. The cave on
the side of the Dead Sea, where David found
Saul, was marked by two pasteboard swords
crossed; the cave where the witch of Endor
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uvea, Dy xumea oi sulpnur rising and a flickering
light. A tiny bottle of oil stood for Zarephath,
a measure of flour for Samaria, a bunch
of grapes for Jezreel, a lock of hair for the
country where Samson did his exploits, a doll's
pitcher with a burning match in it the place
where Gideon overcame the Midianites.
"Well, well," said father, when he had had
everything explained to him and when he had
asked all the questions he could think of,
"you've learned more Bible history this afternoon
than you had learned before in a month
of Sundays."?The Southern Churchman.
Father, we thank thee for the faithful souls
that have blessed the world, whose lives shine
as the light; holy ones who have feared God,
who have bravely upheld the right, and generously
lived for others' good; who have freely
chosen suffering rather than sin, and felt thy
favor to be better than life. O, may their pure
and noble lives animate and quicken our
hearts. And in our soul may there burn a
desire to heeome true ehildren nf find TlirAimli
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Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen.?Selected.
If we cannot get into the kind of work that
we like, the next best thing is to learn to like
the work that wo have to do
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AMUSE YOUR CHILDREN.
"1 am sick and tired," said a sweet-faced
young mother, "of this modern fad that children
should be taught to amuse themselves.
To my mind, it is just an excuse for selfish
mothers to salve their troubled consciences.
"No, you need not tell me of the evil to a
child of making it dependent upon others for
amusement. Few children have resources of
ineir own, ana 11 an older person will not help
them out the poor little tots have a stupid time
of it in the years when they should be the happiest.
"There is my Bobby. 1 played with him every
day, with never a thought of the misery
I am laying up for his wife, llis wife should
be glad and thankful to amuse him when he is
toiling and slaving for her. If she hates to sacrifice
herself, the more reason that Bob should
remember a mother who was never too busy
or too tired for a romp with him.
"The other day a red-hot lecture was read
to me by the president of our Mother's Club
when she caught me blowing soap bubbles with
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suitui uuy. one assured me that I was spoiling
him utterly by not allowing him to contrive
plans for living his own life without help from
others, and tried in every way to make me feel
that I was a back-number mother who had not
the best interests of my child at heart.
"If Bobby is not going to be as good or as
happy a man because his mother rocked him
to sleep occasionally and would play with him
whenever he asked her to, he will have to run
his chances of not turning out well.
"As for the romps, I enjoy them as much as
Bob does. It brushes up my wits and limbers
my bones to keep up with my small man.
"There is a lot of good in modern ideas of
bringing children up, but some of the ways in
which women carry tlicm to excess makes me
aimusi long ior tiie times when we women were
just unscientiiic mothers, with only love to
guide us in bringing up our little ones.
"1 don't believe either Bob or Bob's wifeto-be
will ever revile his mother for the jolly
hours my boy and 1 have had together. If they
should do so, 1 do not care."?Selected.
IT TAKES COURAGE.
To speak the truth when, by a little prevarication,
you can get some great advantage,
to live according to your convictions.
To be what you are and not pretend to be
what you are not.
io live honestly within your means and not
.lauo^esiiy upon the means of others.
To refuse to make a living in a questionable
vocation.
To refuse to do a thing which you think
is wrong, because it is customary and done in
trade.
To be talked about and yet remain silent
when a word would justify you in the eyes ol
others, but which you can not speak without
injury to another.
To face slander and lies, and to carry yourself
with cheerfulness, grace and dignity foi
years before the lie can be corrected.
To stand firmly erect while others are bowing
and fawning for praise and power.
To remain in honest poverty while other*
grow rich by questionable methods.
iu btty a-su squarely when those around
you say "Yes."
To do your duty in silence, obscurity and
poverty, while others about you prosper
through neglecting or violating sacred obligations.
Not to bend the knee to poular prejudice.
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