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CORPORAL TRY AND CAPTAIN PERSEVERANCE. “Last year, I remember,” said Mr. Cach, at a meeting for Sunday school children in Paris, we heard of three or four different personages—Mr. Cannot and Mr. Willnot, Mr. Try and Mr. Prayerful. I have since heard of one called Corporal Try, who was a real character, living in the United States of America. He announced in one of the papers, that he wished to form a company of soldiers, consisting of the boys and girls who wished to engage in some way of doing well. I have heard that several letters to him, from different children, were afterwards inserted in the same paper, and the corporal added to them the words, ‘You are admitted.' One of them said, “Sir, during the last year I have endeavoured to attend the Sunday school regularly and punctually, and I have succeeded.' Another said, “Sir, I have tried to avoid getting angry during a whole week, and my mother says I have succeeded; will you admit me?' and a third wrote, “I have tried to give myself up to God; will you admit me ?

Well, my dear children, I wrote myself to Corporal Try, and told him that many children in France would join his company, and I hoped their numbers would increase, until they became an army. He said that if this came to pass, he must take the title of General, and call me Captain Perseverance, and that I should be at the head of the French troops. I should have been very well satisfied with the name of Corporal Holdfast; but now I am called Paul Cach by my friends, and Captain Perseverance among the children

whom I have persuaded to enlist. This I have done chiefly at Calais, which is now my home; but I never receive any recruits who do not come with good-will, and I am happy to say I have had forty little notes written to me upon this subject.

“Many of the young writers had never before tried to do any thing well; but I lately preached a sermon for children, and several sent me their recollections of the sermon, adding, 'Sir, if you think this is good enough for a beginning, please to admit me as one of your company.'

Then I gathered these children together, and prayed with them, after which I gave them a motto, ' Looking unto Jesus,' and said to them, ' Try to be good children, and to learn your lessons well; but first of all, you must give your hearts to God.' As I said, we had prayer-meetings; the first of these was only proposed the day before, but sixty children came (in the daytime), and it was agreed that there should be a second meeting. Now, my children, if there are any of you who wish to join with us, I must ask the teachers of your Sunday schools to be your corporals, and to enlist any of your number who are anxious to learn to do well.”- Translated from the French.

WHATE'ER my lot in life may be,
The whole is yet unknown to me;
But ever may I trust in thee,

My Father.

My journey I begin now young,
It may be trying, may be long;
But, led by thee, I can't go wrong,

My Father.
It may be short, and early end,
To only few. brief days extend ;
But on thy care I may depend,

My Father.
For thou wilt guide me day by day,
As I commit to thee my way,
And meekly follow and obey

My Father.
And if the path is dark and drear,
And all around excites my fear,
Thou wilt be nigh, my heart to cheer,

My Father.
And when I come to Jordan's stream,
However chill or deep it seem,
Thou wilt my spirit then redeem,

My Father.
Help me to trust thy faithful grace,
To bring me to that happy place,
Where I shall see thy glorious face,

My Father.
And there, where sorrows all are o'er,
And the redeemed thy love adore,
I'll sing thy praise for evermore,

My Father.

I B.


CONCEITED CORNELIUS, I do not think there can be a much worse fault in young people than conceit, especially if that conceit be displayed on every possible occasion. I will tell you a story which will show you what I mean,

Cornelius Hall was the son of a city merchant, and had spent all his life amid the bustle and noise of the town. It was therefore pleasant news to him when his father told him of his intention to send him into the country on a visit to his uncle, who was a master gardener. He had never before been out of

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town, and consequently looked forward with great pleasure to the visit; and, as he knew that he had received a good education, he thought he should find much pleasure in displaying his learning to his cousins.

Mr. Hall, the gardener, was not so well off in the world as his brother the merchant; beside this, he had a much larger family, so that he was not able to give his sons such a good education as Cornelius had received. But, what was far better, he had filled their young minds with the principles of God's holy book, and also sought to store them with useful knowledge.

Time fled by, and the day came when cousin Cornelius was expected to arrive. The boys were all on tiptoe with hope ; for although they had never seen their cousin, yet, knowing that he was about their own age, they felt a strong wish to see him. Many were the thoughts as to what sort of a boy he was, and whether he would prove himself agreeable or otherwise.

The day at last arrived, and the light spring cart drove up to the house, in which were Cornelius and the gardener, who had gone to meet him. He was a tall lad of about twelve years of age, but rather pale and thin; and as he stood in the midst of his merry, healthy-looking cousins, his face contrasted rather strongly with the sun-browned and rosy cheeks of the gardener's sons. They gave him a hearty welcome, and led him into the house to a good meal of milk and brown bread and butter.

Of course he was very tired and weary with his long

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