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company; but this was dissipated under the enquiry, “If so, why not come and report the fact ?” No, lie was manifestly detained by some other reason, and their curiosity was excited to a pretty high pitch when, after a longer disappearance than usual, he was seen walking with rapid steps towards the barge, having something in his hand covered with a large bandana handkerchief, us if for con cealment. Only a Brook. [A dying child feared the River of Death, but while passing over, whispered, "It is only a little brook, after all.”] Dear mother, I tremble to think I must die, It is lonely and sad in the dark grave to lie; Could you but go with me, I know that your hand Would guide through the gloom of Death’s shadowy land. This deep, endless River, I know that I feci Its darkness and mystery over me steal; I fear its dark waves will my soul overwhelm Ere I reach the far shore of the heavenly realm. But what is this music that falls on my ear, Enchanting my senses, dispelling my fear ? Oil, the angels are with me, I am not alone. They are bearing me safe to my dear Father’s home I The playmates I loved who have gone on before, Are waiting for me on yon beautiful shore : Jesus beckons me to him—l follow his call— It is only a littio brook, after all. Written for Burke’s Weekly. AUNT NELLIE’S STORY. BY ELOISE Y. ALLEN. mgs UNTY, please tell me a story,” said little Adele Barling, one evening, as sitting by a very warm VP? fire. “I thought you wouldn’t listen tx to my sorry stories, after reading V such pretty ones in Burke’s Weekly ,” said Adele’s aunt, as she folded her work and laid it aside. 44 I should think you would like them better than mine.” “I do like them very, very much, but I like your’s, too; and I think the Weekly the best paper in the world. But it re minds me so much of poor, dear mamma, when you tell me Bible stories. Please tell me one, Aunty.” “ Bid you ever hear of Sliadraeli, Me shack and Abednego ?” “What queer names! No, ma’am, I never heard of them.” “ Yes, they had very strange names, it is true, but they were very good men, and loved and served God. The king of Bab ylon was named Nebuchadnezzar. lie made an image of gold and ordered every body in the kingdom to worship it, and the penalty was that whoever lcfused to worship it should be cast into a furnace of fire. Now, Shadrach, Mesliach and BURKE’S WEEKLY, Abednego did not think it right to wor ship any other God but Our Father in Heaven ; and indeed it would have been very wrong, for you know one of his commandments is, 4 Thou shalt have no other God before me.’ So they refused to worship it, and the king had them put into the furnace.” “Oh! Aunty, didn’t they burn up?” exclaimed Adele. “O, no,” replied her aunt; 44 God loved them and wouldn’t let the furnace hurt them. They had been in there sometime when someone went and told the king that he saw some men walking about in the furnace. So the king went and call ed them, and Shadrach, Meshaeh and Abednego all three came out, as well as when they were put in.” 44 0, lam so glad! I thought they would be burned to death.” “No, as I told 3*oll before, God would not let the furnace burn them.” 44 Wli3 r not ?” 44 Because He loved them. If you are a good girl, God will love you and keep 3*ou from all danger.” “W r ill He? Then I’ll try io be a good girl. Is that story in the Bible?” 44 Yes, and a great many more quite as pretty. It is getting late now, and 3*oll had better go to bed and get up early, in time to learn 3*our lessons before school. Good night!” Eagle Bock, jY. C. Forgot to Look Up. I have somewhere seen the story of a man who went one evening to steal corn from his neighbor’s field. lie took his little bo3* with him to sit on the fence and keep a look-out, so as to give warning 111 case any one should come along. The man jumped over the fence with a large bag on his arm, and, before commencing to take the corn, he looked all around, first one way and then the other, and not seeing any person, he was just about to fill his bag. Then the little fellow, his son —a good little fellow he was, too, cried out: “Father, there is one way 3*ou haven’t looked 3*et!” The father was startled, and supposed that someone was coming. He asked his son which waj* he meant. 44 Why, 3*oll forgot to look up !” The father was conscience-stricken; lie came back over the fence, took his little boy by the hand, and hurried quietly home without the corn which he had de signed to take. The little boy had re minded him that the eyes of God were upon him. 44 The eyes of the Lord are in every place, beholding the evil and the good.” A Swarm of Bees Worth Hiving. B patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild ; 13 wise as a Solon ; B meek as a child; 13 studious, B thoughtful, 13 loving, B kind; 13 sure you make matter .subservient to mind ; 13 cautious, B prudent, B trustful, B true; B courteous to all men; B friendly with few ; 13 temperate in argument, pleasure, and wine; B careful of conduct, of money, of time; B cheerful, B grateful, B hopeful, B firm; 13 peaceful, benevolent, willing to learn; B gentle, courageous ; B liberal, B just; B humble, aspiring, because “ thou art dust B patient, circumspect, sound in the faith ; B active, devoted ; B faithful ’till death ; B honest, dependent, transparent: B pure ; B holy. B Christlike, and you’ll B secure. Praying and Trying. WO little girls went to ri; gether to school. One JJP .Jpfljy always said her lessons well, and was commend ed. hut the o t} ier was \ always getting into disgrace, be cause she could not sa3* hers. So she went, one da3 r , to her school _ fellow, and asked her how it was that she always said her lessons so well: She replied that she alwa3*s prayed that she might be able to sa3 r them well, and then found them quite eas3*. Well, the little girl thought this was easy enough ; she would pray, too, and then she should be able to say her’s well. She did so, but the next da3*, instead of saying her les sons well, and being commended, she did worse than ever, and could not sa\* a word of them. She soon came in tears to her companion, complaining bitterly of hav ing been deceived. Her schoolfellow heard what she had to say, and then quietly asked her if she had tried to learn her lessons. 44 O, no,” said the little girl; 44 1 onty prayed that I might be able to say them. I thought that was all I had to do !” The next day she tried the better plan of bringing work into her religion, and religion into her work, and succeeded. The Bible teaches us that whatsoever we do, we should do all to the glory of God; and it also teaches us that trying and praying should go hand in hand. jggr“A man in a blouse once said: “ I have no more influence than a farthing rushlight.” 44 We11,” was the reply, “a farthing rushlight can do a good deal; it can set a ha3* stack on lire; it can burn down a house; 3 T ea, more, it will enable a poor creature to read a chapter in God s book. Go your way, my friend; let your farthing rushlight so shine before men that others, seeing your good works, may glorify your Father which is in Heaven.” Hying Beds. —Yisit them often, espe- of saints and deserted souls. They are excellent teachers. 163