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depending on her. Islington. 7. H. G., aged nine years and ten months. Father dead. Mother, five little children depending on her. This boy, the eldest, is beyond her control. St. Pancras.

The life histories of some of these lads, when told more fully, are fraught with sad interest, e.g.

“Regy tells how, when he was not five years old, his father, who was in a consumption, broke a blood vessel and died very suddenly. Till then he had had a very happy home, but now it was gone. His poor mother was broken-hearted. She had four children to look after, and was too ill to work herself. And then a kind doctor, who had visited them, told his mother about the Home, and she was very thankful for his help in getting him admitted. But Regy did not understand this then, and thought, because his mother was ill in bed, that he was only being brought away from her for a little while, and would soon go back. On the dav he came his mother had two little babies added to her burden, and Regy wanted to be with them. He was then, he said, old enough to remember that one day his mother came to the Home and said she was going into the country, where some friends bad promised to help her, and she was going to take him with her. He went, and his old friends heard nothing of him for some time. But Regy saw his poor mother very sad, for one of the babies died, and then she fell sick; and the friends she had gone to were so poor they could not do much for her. So she sent Regy back to London all by himself; and one day the bell at the old Home was rung, and when the door was open there stood Regy. The omnibus was just going from the door, and Regy had been put down by the conductor. On his arm there was a piece of paper fastened, and these words written on it: . Will the guard of the train put the child into an Edmonton'bus, and ask the conductor to see him sately inside the gate of the Home for Little Boys.' He had a little box with him, and on opening it there was another slip of paper, on which was written by his mother, but so badly as to be scarcely readable, · Pray take him in, I am very ill! And thus the little fellow had come all the way from Norwich by himself, the guard of the train and the conductor of the omnibus being kind friends to him by the way. Here Regy's story for a time ended; but the boys knew that since they came to live at the Children's Cottage his brother Parry had come to be one of their family; and so they want to know inore about their poor mother after Regy left. And then they are told that only three days after Regy came back she died; and that since then the other baby had died, and that Parry and his sisters were quite alone. Kind friends had been trying to get a home for him, and chanced to ask at the Home for Little Boys, not knowing that Regy was there, for no one knew whither the mother had sent him, and the friends of the Home did not know whom to write to ; and when it came out that this Parry was Regy's brother, many of the children who had helped to build the cottage, voted to get him admitted, and there he is with his brother once more.”

To walk round the Little Boys' village, and to note the order reigning throughout the institution is to gather some impressions of boy life not obtainable elsewhere. The very little fellows need a tenderer discipline than the elder lads, who divide their time between school, the workshop, and play, without which their education could not be complete. There are schoolmasters and schoolmistresses, each and all efficient in their spheres, and we were glad to find that the Bible is a book in constant use. But the educational discipline necessarily extends far beyond mere book learning. The basis on which the Home is founded is one of self-help. The lads clothes are made, washed, and mended on the premises. There is a baker's shop, where some seven hundred quartern loaves are prepared weekly. Other trades are represented, each workshop being a training-room for such boys as choose this or that occupation. Peeping in at one door we find the menders and patchers busily employed, under the superintendence of a young needlewoman. Hard by are the tailors, while a little further on aro the

painters, and also the printers. Some lads are employed in the bakehonse, others labour in the laundry, so that if these little fellows do not in after years distinguish themselves by industry, the fault will not lie at the door of their early friends. Each trade has its representative in an efficient professor of its art aud mystery, and to each of these, it is hoped, the boys will, under Providence, become largely indebted.

Visitors will leave the Home pleased with what they have seen, and grateful for the blessings which arise from such an institution. On the average, about fifty lads are dismissed into situations every year, and their places are filled by others, who, but for the reclaiming agency, would lead an aimless life, if not a life of crime. Who is ignorant of the vast sums which one chief may cost the community before his final capture and sentence to penal servitude ? Alongside of such calculations, £6,000 is not an extravagant outlay for educating and equipping fifty boys for useful trades and honourable courses. Industrial Schools are not so costly as prisons, and reclaiming boys is a more satisfactory business than that of punishing men.

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THE OLD HOUSE AT TOTTENHAM, TAE ORIGINAL “HOME FOR LITTLE BOYS."

The Candle and the Sun.

FOR THE CHILDREN.

BY PASTOR C. A. DAVIS. MHERE.once lived an old gnat, who, when be was about to leave the world,

1 called the young gnats round him, and spoke as follows: “Dear children, I shall soon die; but before leaving you I must give you my last advice. Live in the sunbeams, and when the great sun goes down, go home; for in the abodes of men there is a false sun, which has destroyed inany a deluded goat. It caused the death of your poor uncle. Ah! I have never forgotten the day I saw him perish. Lay to heart my last warning, dear little gnats, and beware of the false sun." Having said this, he wrapped himself in his wings and died.

The gnats presently flew away. They danced round the head of a ploughboy returning from his work, and when he threw up his cap to get rid of them, they spun round the cap. They fidgeted a cow grazing in the meadow till she swished her tail so furiously they were glad to get out of the way. So

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they spent the evening flying up and down and round about in the sunbeams that streamed over the hills, till the sun went down, and the goats went home.

But it happened that one of them strayed away from his brothers, and flying into an open window, alighted on the red curtain, After admiring its bright colour and surveying the things in the room, he fell asleep, and was presently awakened by the sound of voices and music. Looking up, and rubbing his eyes, “ Hey-day," said be," is the sun up already?" and away he flew in the direction of the light. The next moment he was astonished to find he had reached it. Then the thought struck him, “This is the false sun father spoke of." and he retreated to the curtain to think. “I wonder if there is any danger ?" he said to himself; “old folks are always over-cautious, and father was old. Perhaps he wanted to keep us from fine things. I hate those envious creatures that are afraid lest somebody else should see more than they have seen. That light may be nobody knows what. Why shouldn't I see for myself ? At any rate, I want to explore it, and that is enough for me." So saying, he flew once more towards it, and went round and round. Poor dizzy gnat! soon, with a headlong rush, he dashed into the flame, and fell to the table on the other side, his wings and legs burnt off. Spinning round in agony, he gasped out, “ Ah me! I perish! I die!"

Far away in the country there was a shady wood; the ground was carpeted in patches with velvety moss or long grass ; bere and there a bank of fragrant primroses and violets peeped into view, and tall trees held their arms aloft to protect the flowers from the blustering wiud. Hidden away in a tuft of grass, in the middle of the wood, was a nest, where lived a lark and his family. Every morning, before it was light, the old lark jumped ont, ran along in the grass, and flew up through the tree-tops to sing his morning song to the sun.

Now the little ones were petulant and discontented, and therefore unbappr, as such people always are. They often quarrelled, they complained when their father went out of a morning; they would not fly with him, but chose to run about on the ground, saying they would much rather have a caterpillar to eat than go and see the sun rise.

One day the father called them, and said, “ My little larks, what is the matter with you?” They shook their shoulders, and looked cross. The father continued, “You were not meant to be always on the ground; if you would be happy, you must come with me for a morning fight." They said they did not want to get up so early. “How is it," said the father, “ that I never hear you sing?" "We cannot sing.” “You never will till you fly." “But we cannot fly.” “You never will till you try," said the father; “larks are always dull if they neglect the sun : come with me to-morrow morning." “But it is cold and dark.” “You will find it neither when you catch sight of the sun." “But we cannot fly so high." “ You mean you will not," said the father, and springing up, be flew off, and was soon out of sight. When he was gone, the larks began to talk together. “Why does father want us to go and see the sun ?" said one. “Well," said his brother, “I don't know, but it always makes hiin cheerful." Said another, “ We are never so happy as father is." The fourth suggested, “Suppose we do as father says." This caused a general shirer, when they thought of tbe warm vest and the cold morning air: but, nevertheless, they resolved to do so. Accordingly, the next morning off they started with the old lark, as soon as it was light, and flew up above the trees, higher and higher still, wondering at what they saw. The moon was fading in the violet sky behind them, and the east was bright rose-colour and yellow. The fresh air made them feel so strong and cheerful that when at last thev saw the sun's face smiling at them, as if to say, “ Good morning," they all struck up a merry song to greet him. After that they flew up to welcome him every morning, and were as happy as any larks in the wood.

Guess now, little friends, what my stories mean. Do you not think those who trifle with sin are likely to meet with a fate like that of the wilful gnat ?

Sin may sometimes seem bright and alluring ; but it is always ruinous. Do you not think those are happiest who love Jesus best? Aye, happier a great dea] than the cheerful birds that greet the sunrise. If you think so, you are not far wrong. Sinful pleasure is false pleasure and real ruin. It is our Saviour who gives us true happiness. Avoid sin, dear little friends, and seek Jesus.

Reviews.

Golden Candlesticks ; or, Sketches of the him out of them all.' And upon a re

Rise of some early Methodist Churches. view of his past life, in comparative old By John Bond. Elliot Stock.

age, he exclaimed, “Lord, if thou wilt, A Book fitted to thrill the soul. The

| give me strength, I will begin again; facts relate to all parts of the country,

and if thou shalt add to my trials lions' and are well selected. Would to God

dens and fiery furnaces, by thy grace I

will go through them all. Such heroism the Christians of our day had half the backbone and fire of their forefathers.

in the cause of truth and conscience and Would Ritualism defile this unhappy

Christ has, perhaps, never been sur

passed by martyr or apostle. Christian land if we were as zealous as the old Methodists? We trow not. We hope

Ironsides like Lee could not but con

quer. Filth, pestilence, long journeys, Mr. Bond's interesting details will remind our Methodist friends of their

rough weather, rude lodgings, uncour. heroic days, and lead them to do their

teous congregations, hard toil and harder first works; and if all other Christian

fare—the worst of such modern troubles denominations will follow in the same

-wbat would they be to men like

Thomas Lee ? Ecclesiastical dandies hearty enthusiastic style of service, a grand day will come for England. We

are altogether out of place in John hardly know where to make an extract,

Wesley's regiment of The Sacramental it is all so good; but here is the portrait

Host of God's Elect.' To-day's dwarfs

oan hardly be expected to wear the of “A METHODIST HERO," which may

armour and carry the weapons of their answer the purpose:-“ Amongst the heroic itinerants who, through

giant forefathers. If Midian is to be

a great fight of afflictions,' won for our church

conquered, the timid must go home, its early triumphs, few will rank higher

even though Gideon's 32,000 men be

reduced to 300. Oh, for lamps, pitchers, than Thomas Lee. To be struck down with violence, to be rolled in mud by

and trumpets in the hands of 300 such

men as Thomas Lee!" cursing mobs, to be thrown into the common sewer, to be delivered by

The Light of all ages. By the Rev. ecclesiastical magistrates into the hands of ferocious ruffians, drunken with

Gavin CARLYLE, M.A. Strahan & Co. ecclesiastical malignity, to be pelted The attempt of this volume is to show with eggs, filled with blood and sealed the relation of Christ to all ages and with pitch, to be drenched with floods | nations. Viewing him as the centre of water from head to foot, and then, by around which the world's interests have way of variation, to be painted over | revolved from the beginning, and will from top to toe, these were incidents | revolve to the end, the author tries to in the life of Thomas Lee. But he met show the vast import of our Lord's misthem like a soldier of heaven. Black sion, and its bearings both upon man's ened, besmeared with paint and filth, temporal and eternal interests. The bleeding, more than half dead, away he writer is a man of great powers, and went from some of these experiences, sound views, and does his work well. and preached to his trembling people | The style is not sufficiently popular from the text, “Many are the afflictions to secure a large audience, but solid of the righteous, but the Lord delivereth | readers will appreciate the volume.

The Emphatic Diaglott. By BenjaMIN | instance rendering the same Greek word

Wilson. Samuel R. Wells, New York. by the same English equivalent. MoreDESERVES to hold a place in the first lover, he has sometimes made use of rank of the many valuable works that very uncommon words where those of hare issued from the American religious everyday life would have suited his press. The idea is excellent, and the purpose equally well, if not better. We execution leaves little to be desired. wish our space had permitted us more If the book does not deserve quite

fully to notice Mr. Wilson's excellent unqualified praise, we can nevertheless work, but we must content ourselves give to it our very cordial recommen | with what has already been said. We dation. It bears evidence of pains

extend to the “Emphatic Diaglott" taking study and work, and of careful our hearty welcome, and should be glad and accurate scholarship, and we learn to know that it occupied a place, not in with surprise that it is the product of the bookcase, but beside the desk of but seven years' labour. The author every divinity student and every speaks of 6 slow progress," but the preacher of the gospel. If a new ediwonder to us is that what is in many tion should be called for, as we hope it respects a truly great work should have | speedily will, we would suggest that been completed in so short a time. The the publisher would do well to print it principal features which distinguish this on better paper and in clearer type. from other modern versions of the New Testament are the “Interlineary Word

A Year with the Wild Flowers. A for Word English Translation," and the

Popular Introduction to the Study * Signs of Emphasis." Of the Inter

of English Botany. By EDITH lineary Translation it would be difficult

WADDY. Wesleyan Book Room, 66, to speak too highly. It is well and

Paternoster Row. carefully and faithfully executed, and We are very glad to see that Miss is calculated to be very useful, not to Waddy is keeping her hand in. She those only who are unacquainted with writes pleasingly and instructively, Greek, but to all save the profoundest | knowing what she has to say and how scholars, who are almost as familiar to say it. Our favourite recreation lies with the languages of the Bible as with in old herbals, year-books of plants, their own mother tongue. The marking botanical works of a popular character, of the Signs of Emphasis is, we venture and descriptions of forest trees. Miss to think, somewhat overdone. No doubt Waddy's beautiful little book we shall there are many words and pbrases in | look at all the year round; and if we go the New Testament whose full force is for a ramble, we shall hunt up the either not known or not observed, owing plants she mentions, find out her blunto the non-indication of the emphasis ders, if she has made any, and thank that pertains to them in the original, her for refreshing our memory upon all and hence the full import and beauty points in which she is right. We have of many a passage is concealed from the already gone through some few books of general reader. In such cases the Signs the same description, and therefore know of Emphasis which Mr. Wilson has what a pleasant amusement it is. Peremployed are very useful, and very | haps this may induce some of our young much needed. But when we come to readers to do the same, and if it should, read a chapter in his version we are it will be very greatly to their gain. If absolutely bewildered by the number of you have not got Sowerby, or Miss emphasised words that appear in it. Twamley, or Miss Pratt, be thankful if We do not believe that almost every you can get Miss Eddy for your helper. fifth word that the New Testament con We count the day in which we first tains was intended by the Holy Spirit bought Miss Pratt's splendid work to be to be emphatic. Of the new version quite a red-letter day, but our young as a whole we can speak only in terms | readers have not so much money to of approval ; it compares favourably spare just yet; they cannot, therefore, with most others that have come under í do better than let Dr. Waddy's excelour notice. We think, however, that | lent daugbter give them a summary of Mr. Wilson is mistaken in not in every | what the bigger books contain.

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