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said, “ To cross it would be the farthest, going round nearest.” The Chan felt vexed at the readiness and propriety of her replies, and after having reflected for some time, he again inquired :
“ Which is the safest means of beeoming known to many
?" By assisting many that are unknown.” “ Which is the surest means of always leading a virtuous life.”
To begin every morning with prayer, and conclude every evening with a good action.”
“ Who is truly wise ?”
“ She should be beautiful as a pea-hen, gentle as a lamb, prudent as a mouse, just as a faithful mirror, pure as the scale of a fish ; she must mourn for her deceased husband like a she camel, and live in her widowhood like a bird which has lost its wings.”
The Chan was astonished at the wisdom of the fair Kookju ; yet, enraged at her having reproached him with injustice, he still wished to destroy her.
After a few days he thought he had found means for attaining his object. He sent for her, and asked her to determine the true worth of all his treasures ; after which he promised to absolve her from malice in questioning his justice, and to admit that she intended, as a wise woman, merely to warn him.
The maiden consented, yet under the condition that the Chan would promise her implicit obedience to her commands for four days. She requested that he would eat no food during that time. On the last day she placed a dish of meat before him, and said, “ Confess, O Chan, that all thy treasures are not worth as much as this joint of meat!” The Chan was so struck with the truth of her remark, that he confessed the truth of it, acknowledged her as wise, married her to his son, and permitted her constantly to remind him to use his LEFT EYE.--Christian Observer.
TALKING TO GOD.
“Sir, who have you been talking with ?” said a little girl to the praying man in whose family she had come to live. Her father lived in a remote part of the country, and had a large family of children. He was poor ; and unable to keep them at home, he put some of them away from him to live. It was the favoured lot of a little girl, I think about eight years of age, to fall into a family where daily prayers were offered up to Almighty God. Prayer she was unacquainted with. The subject was new to her. At home she never heard a prayer. An astonishment seized her, when she saw her master, night and morning, standing in one corner of the room, talking, as she termed it, with something that she could not see. An anxiety swelled in her little bosom to know who it could be. Unwilling to ask one of the family with whom she lived, yet solicitous to know, she obtained leave to go home. She had hardly reached the lonely cottage, before she asked her mother who it was that her master talked with, when standing in the corner of the room night and morning. She told her that she did not know, being herself a heathen, though in a Christian land. Not satisfied, she asked her father, who answered in a thoughtless and inhuman manner, devil, I suppose."
The little inquisitive child returned uninformed to her master, where she witnessed the same promptitude and holy ardour as before. Not many days had elapsed before she summoned fortitude enough to put the question.
One morning, after her master had been talking with the unknown being, she stepped up before him, and said, “ Sir, who have you been talking with this morning ?” The question was so unexpected, and from such a source, that at first lie felt unable to answer her; and was unus
nusually impressed with the importance of the duty of prayer, and the weight of obligation resting upon him to approach God aright. But after recollecting himself a little, he said, and that with reverence, “I have been trying to talk with
God.” “God,” said she, with astonishment, “ where is he? where does he live ? ” &c. Many questions of a similar nature she put with much interest and feeling, to which her master gave such answers as were calculated to awaken the liveliest feelings of her mind in regard to Jehovah. After she had learned all her little mind could retain of divine things, she desired to go home and see her parents, with an earnestness that could not be resisted. Go she must ; leave was granted; she went home to her father's cottage, a place where prayer was not wont to be made, with her little bosom beating with a high tone of pious feeling, in view of the importance of prayer. She went to her father, and said, "Father, pray." She urged with warmth a compliance; but he utterly refused. She then went to her mother and asked her to pray, but with no better success. She could not endure it any longer; her feelings must vent themselves in words. She said, “Let us pray.” She knelt down and prayed, and it appeared that Scripture was fulfilled, “The effectual, fervent prayer of the righteous availeth much.” In answer to her prayer both of her parents were brought under conviction, which terminated in hopeful conversion to God. And this was the beginning of an extensive revival of religion.
" THE LITTLE BUSY BEE.”
“ How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour." THESE are the shining hours, when all nature smiles on the glad heart of youth. While the sun shines, the little busy bee improves each moment to secure his sweet treasure, and deposit it in a safe place; and when the sun ceases to shine, and he is shut up in his hive, he busies himself in arranging and securing it for winter's use. So, now, while all is sunshine about them, should children and youth store their minds with knowledge ; and then when business, care, and trouble come, they will have resources to draw from to occupy their minds, and comfort their hearts. Let them especially store their
minds richly with the Word of God, which will then be sweeter to them than honey and the honeycomb ; but above all secure the true riches, which that blessed Word teaches them how to obtain, and which will not fail them when the storms of life arise, and the winter of old age appears.
But children and youth may do more than just to lay up for themselves. The bee-hunter puts a piece of honeycomb in a box, catches a bee from a flower, and covers over the box, and very soon the bee begins to fill himself with the honey. Then the hunter lets him out, and he flies round and round in a circle, and rises up and surveys the fields around him, till he sees where he is, and then darts off in a straight line to his home. In a little time he comes back, but not alone. He brings a companion with him, and they load themselves with honey, go, and and return again, bringing others with them ; till in a little while the hunter's box is swarming like a hive.
Now, when we have tasted the sweetness of God's Word, and learned how precious Jesus is, you, in like manner, should seek to bring your companions with you, to partake of the same blessings. For the precious Gospel of Jesus Christ is not like earthly treasure. If you were to find a heap of gold, you would be likely to want it all for yourself ; but when you have found the true riches, there is no room for selfishness; for you may take all you want, and the stock will not be diminished. There is enough for all, and you may freely invite every one you see to partake of it, without any fear that you will not have enough for yourself.
And now, let every boy and girl who attends the Sabbath-school, and there partakes of that which is sweeter than honey in the comb, and more precious than gold and silver, follow the example of the bee, and every Sabbath bring a companion with him, so that the Sabbath-school may swarm like the bee-hunter's box. In this way, every Sabbath-school scholar will become a Missionary; and they will form a great army, in the service of the Captain of Salvation, before whom, fierce and powerfnl as he is, Satan himself will tremble for his kingdom.
THE VOICE OF SPRING.
Echoing from the distant dale;
Its sweet soft notes, we all would hail.
Its music cheers the sadden'd heart,
A thousand blessings to impart.
Over the rich and fertile plain ;
And we love to hear its strain.
And shakes its tall and stately head,
With “Welcome, to our verdant shade.”
With joy take up the tuneful lay;
They'll sound thy praise, from day to day.
That bask beneath the sun's bright ray ;
When his gold beams are breaking day.
The music of its mystic spell ;
Their tale of happiness to tell.
All nature gives the welcome, “Come!”
And she starts from the slumb’ring tomb.
That comes so swiftly on the wing ;
It is the charming voice of Spring.
For all the smiling joys of Spring,
And Autumn fruit to Jesus bring.