bees to work on the sabbath ?" "No, my son" said Mr. Lee. "It is wrong for horses to work on the sabbath, is it not?" Why do think so?"

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"Because father would not let Mr. Hall have a horse with which to go on a visit, on the sabbath, father said it was wrong, and the commandment says, that the cattle shall not work, and father says that by cattle are meant horses and all animals that are made to work. Now, if it is wrong for horses to work on the sabbath, why is it not wrong for bees ?" "Think of it, and see if you cannot tell me the difference in the two cases."

Howard sat still, and looked on the floor, and thought. He kept his mind fixed upon the subject, When he found his thoughts running off after something else, he brought them back as soon as possible. That was the true way to learn to think.

"Horses are larger than bees," said he after a silence of some moments.

"On that account, is it wrong for horses to work and not wrong for bees to work on the sabbath?"

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'No, Sir; for then it might be wrong for a large man to work on the sabbath, and not wrong for a small one.'

"Very well; that is good reasoning. Set your thoughts at work again, and see if you can discover the reason why it is wrong for horses to work, and not wrong for bees to work."

"Horses know more than bees do."

"One knows as much about the sabbath as the other." "I can tell what the reason is."

Suppose a horse should go some Sunday morning, and harness himself to the plough, and go to work; would it be wrong ?"

"It would be very funny to see a horse harnessing himself: but it would not be wrong I should think, if his master did not have any thing to do with it."

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Suppose his master should harness him and make him plough; would it be wrong ?"

"Yes, Sir, it would be wrong for his master to make him work. I see how it is now. It is wrong for the owner to make the horse work on the sabbath; but it is not wrong for the horse to work, any more than it is for the bees.

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That is, neither the bees nor the horses are capable of doing wrong. Why are they not capable of doing wrong ?" "Because they have no souls.”

"Yes; they do not know the difference between right and wrong."

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But, father, if it is wrong to make a horse work on Sunday, why is it not wrong to make bees work ?"

“ I do not make the bees work. If it depended upon my will, whether they worked or not, it would be wrong. My will has nothing to do with their working. I cannot prevent their working without seriously injuring them."

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Why did not the good Lord make bees so that they would not work on Sunday?

"He did not see fit to do so. When he has given a reason for his conduct, we may enquire what that reason is; but when he has not given a reason, we must be silent! I recollect an anecdote relating to bees which you will be pleased to

hear. A little girl was visiting at her grandfather's. Her grandfather kept bees. The little girl had never seen any before, and was greatly interested in watching their operations. She would often go and stand near the hives, early in the morning when the weather was pleasant, and see them work. You know they work only in pleasant weather."

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Why do they work only in pleasant weather?"

They cannot fly when their wings are wet; hence they keep in their hives when it rains, or looks likely to rain. The little girl whose name was Eliza, used to go, as I said, and see them going out and coming in, some of them with heavy yellow loads on their legs, as busy as bees. One dark, cloudy morning, she rose early and went out and found the bees idle. None were at work. She stood for some time, and listened to the dull hum that came from the hive, and wondered what was the matter with the bees, 'Oh!' said she to herself, "it is Sunday, and I had forgotten it. I might have known that grandfather's bees would not work on Sunday!" Did not his bees work on a Sunday ?"

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Yes, when the weather was fair. That day I told you was dark and cloudy, and a heavy rain soon set in. Eliza's grandfather was a very good man, and was careful to have the sabbath kept by all the members of his family; that is, so far as it lay in his power."

"Is it wrong to think, on Sunday, about what you mean to do on Monday ?”

"I will answer you by telling you a couple of short stories. There was a little boy who had been to meeting, and paid attention to the services. After he came home, he read the

bible and hymn book, and then went to his chamber and prayed, and then came and sat down in his chair, by the side of his mother. As she kept on reading, he did not disturb her by any questions, but went to thinking. He thought over what he would do the next day. He thought he would be very affectionate to his father and mother, and be very gentle and kind to his playmates, because that would please God. He thought he would go and see a poor sick boy, and carry him some apples, and try to cheer him up. He thus thought of what he would do on the morrow. Was it wrong

to do so?"

"No, Sir; I think not."

There was another boy, who thought over what he would do on Monday. He thought he would steal away, and go a-fishing on the morrow, though his mother had forbidden him to go; and he thought over a great many ways to conceal the deed from her. Did he do wrong ?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You see, my son, that a person can sit still in his chair, and not open his lips, and yet be violating the sabbath. Some boys seem to think that they do not violate the sabbath unless they play or quarrel, or run about the fields, on that day. We must not only keep our bodies in their proper places, but our thoughts and feelings also, if we would Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.""

MOTHER'S MAGAZINE.

OVERLAND ROUTE TO INDIA.

THOSE of our readers who are interested in Missionary intelligence, (and we hope there is not one of them who is not interested in such intelligence) will feel obliged by our giving them an account of what is called "The Overland Journey to India."

Generally, the voyage to India is made by sailing on the North Atlantic Ocean, as far as the Equinoctial Line, when the same ocean is called the South Atlantic, because it is south of the Equator; thence round the most south point of Africa, called the "Cape of Storms; or the "Cape of Good Hope." Now the "Indian Ocean" is entered; then the " Bay of Bengal," and so on to Calcutta, up the River Ganges; or to some other sea-port. This voyage is usually made in about four months, making a sailing distance of 15,000 miles, and often more. Within a few years another direction has been taken, which we intend now to describe. Our reader, who understands