On passed the man: next Sunday morn He came, but not alone;

News of the bird throughout the camp With swiftness strange had flown.

“Where? where?" they cried, all eagerly,
“Where is the singing bird *

Hark! listen!" how the silver notes
Their inmost heart-strings stirred

It sang of home, its little throat
Was quivering with joy:

“Ah, me!" each said, “it takes me back
To when I was a boy." .

“I recollect,” said one, “that when
To church we used to go,

And when each morn we said our prayers,
Birds seemed to sing just so."

To church 1 at prayers! ah! many a tear
Stole down each hardened cheek;

All silently they went their way,
With hearts too full to speak.

Each Sunday morning after that They to the spot would throng,

And listen with strange reverence Unto the skylark's song.

And thus unwittingly it preached, and drew their hearts to heaven,

Till many a man in secret knelt,
And prayed to be forgiven.

Oh! poor or wealthy, high or low,
Love well the birds that sing;

Their voices should remind you to
Praise God for every thing.

E. J. W.

LITTLE THINGS.

LTTLE things, and little people, have

often brought great things to pass. The large world in which we exist is made up of little particles, as small as the sands on the seashore. The vast sea is composed of small drops of water. The little busy bees, how much honey they gather! Do not be discouraged because you are little. A little star shines brightly in the sky on a dark night, and . be the means of *aving many a poor sailor from shipwreck: and a little Christian may do a great deal of good, if he or she will try. There is nothing like trying.

Dr. CHALMERs.

THE GIRL AND LAMBRIN.

CoMo. come, my pretty lambkin, We'll have a pleasant walk, And you shall be my playmate, Although you cannot talk.

No, no, you must not touch my flowers,
For in them I love to see

The sweet buds and pretty blossoms
That God hath sent for me.

I sometimes chide you, lambkin,
But it is with loving look;

For to love all God's good creatures
I’ve learnt from God's own book.

And I think if boys and maidens
Would chide in love, not spite,

Then frowns would cease and angry words,
And playmates would not fight.

And now, dear children, when you're cross'd,
And incline to be unkind,

Glance at the “Girl and Lambkin,"
And the moral bear in mind.

DIS-INTERRING BURIED CITIES. A PUZZLE FOR SHARP EYES AND QUICK WITS.

FIRST SERIES.

IN each of the following sentences is buried a city, the name of which is in the Bible. In other words, the name of one such city is to be found in each sentence, with the letters all together, and in their proper order, though not always all in one word. Sometimes, for instance, it is the last letters of one word with the first letters of the next word that make up the name of the city. You are to disinter, or un-bury, them. The names will be given next month: — 1. Blessed be the land which honoureth the House of God. 2. God keeps us waking: in sleep. He sustains us. 3. Caesar ruled the world from end to end. 4. Give ear to a father's advice, and hear a mother's warning. 5. Men do right in denouncing witchcraft. 6. Faith and obedience urged Abraham to leave his native land. 7. Few traces of ancient royalty remain among the huts of the fishermen. 8. Alas! I do not that I would.