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the street knew him, and nobody could understand what place it was I asked for; and if we had not met a little German boy with an organ, I do not know what we should have done. But somebody always comes in time. God sends him. Father told

us that."

"And the little German boy took you to your countryman ?"

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Yes; and more than that. He bought some bread with a penny as we went along, and we all sat down on a step and ate it. Then, when we met our countryman, he gave us a whole handful of copper money, and a paper to the captain of a ship. It was late before we got there, and we were so tired, that I could hardly get my brother along. But the captain was so good as to let us sleep on the deck." "Your mother was in Germany; how did you get to her ?"

"Oh! we walked; but not always. Sometimes we got a cast in a wagon; and when we were very hungry, and would not lay out our money, we were always sure to get something given us to eat."

Such was the tale of the little girl-protector of the feeble mother and the seven-year old brother. They had spent the last of their money at Boulogne, so a small sum was collected for them. They were landed once more in London, and then, like the shadowy figures in the "Pilgrim's Progress," they passed on their way, and were seen no more by those who had been so kind to them on board the steamer.

When I read this simple story I could not help feeling very sorry that some ene of the persons who

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had given this poor mother and her children food and money, did not also help them to find an American vessel, and ask the captain to comfort them in their long and cheerless voyage to that land where the toiling husband and father was waiting for them. We may hope, however, that the God who had protected them so far still watched over them. You see that Beldina trusted in him, and had been taught so to do by her father; and God has promised never to forsake those who put their trust in him. She said, when in her sorest need, "But somebody always comes in time. God sends him. Father told me that." She was helped sometimes by those almost as poor as herself. Even the little German boy bought some bread with a penny, and, small as was the quantity, it was divided among the three hungry travellers. Think of that, dear children-you who never know the want of a meal, and regard it as great selfdenial to leave the largest slice of cake, or the finest orange, for the little brother or sister. And we may all do well to remember, that if unhappily there is much sin among the very poor, among them too may be found deeds of noble charity and unselfish love, such as are hard to meet with in any other class of society.

In many and many an instance besides that of the poor widow, who cast into the treasury of the temple the two mites which were all her living, has that Saviour, who approved her act, seen and blessed the deeds of mercy and self-denial wrought in the humble homes of this nineteenth century.

"He that hath pity on the poor lendeth to the Lord."

E. B.

ARAB SCHOOL IN THE DESERT.

If you go to an Arab town or village, and pass through the gate and along the narrow, filthy streets, you will frequently see in a little low room built of mud bricks baked in the sun, and roofed with branches of trees and straw, rows of little boys squatting on the floor with their feet doubled under them, reading, and writing on a broad piece of black board, about as large as our school slates. The teacher sits at the head of the room on a palm-leaf mat, telling them what to write and hearing them read. In the desert they have no such conveniences, and must write with their fingers on the sand. If you look over their shoulders, you will notice that they write backward, or from right to left, so that an Arab book begins at what we call the end. Their first lesson, after learning the alphabet, is writing out the various names of God, as Almighty, All Seeing, etc., about eighty names in all. When these are all learned, they begin with the chapters of the Koran-the Arab Bible; and a boy's education is finished when he has learned to write, and has committed to memory, after their fashion, all the chapters of the Koran.

One thing more must strike every one that looks at an Arab school: there are no little girls there. An Arab or Turk would no more think of having his daughter taught to read, than we would of attempting to teach a dog to speak. It would appear to him equally useless and absurd.

In none but Christian

lands are girls treated as if they had minds to be instructed, and souls to be saved.

Children, be grateful that you were not born to such a lot as that of these little Arabs. What a change to give up your schools for theirs.

WHITE ROBES.

WHO are they in heaven that stand
Clothed in white at God's right hand?
In their robes so fair and bright,
They are shining like the light.
Harps of gold and palms they bear,
All are good and happy there;
Much I wonder what their name,
Who they are, and whence they came.
They who now are praising God,
Once the path of sorrow trod;
Now by Christ their Saviour led,
Crowns of joy are on their head.
They shall never weep again,
Never know a grief or pain :
All is bright and shining day;
God has wiped their tears away.
May I with them also stand,
Robed in white, at God's right hand;
And with joy for ever sing

Praises to my God and King.

D. A. T.

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SUSIE's first attempts to follow aunt Mary's advice succeeded so well, that she was encouraged to try again. She had scarcely believed her aunt when told that her conduct towards others would influence their conduct towards her, but she soon found it to be true. Jane began to answer less sharply than usual; Harry was much more agreeable; and John did not pull her curls nor hide her toys so often as he had done. They did not, of course, become all at once just as kind and gentle as Susie wished them to be, for bad No. 196. APRIL, 1861.

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