JANE. Why, to be sure, to a servant character is a great thing; but, I think, principle is a greater. If we forget what is the right principle to act upon, and only think of character, I doubt there will be many a time when the temptation to do wrong will lead us astray, when we think that nobody is looking on; therefore the Scripture rule, "Thou, God, seest me," is always the right rule in great things, as well as little. SARAH. Why, that is true, to be sure. And, as to taking a little cake or so, I do remember that Betty Wilkins took one, and her master found her out, for he had long thought that the little things disappeared by degrees, and so he really did count the cakes that went out one day after dinner, and one was gone, and so Betty, who had the care of them, was found out and turned away. The master said he did not care a pin about the value of the cake, but he never could feel comfortable in trusting anything to her care again. JANE. Why, I think every master must feel so. Let you and me, Sarah, always keep on the right side, and then we need not mind who sees us. Let us be careful not to do wrong, and then we need not fear being found out. SARAH. I know your advice is good, Jane, and if we were all to keep it, it would be much better for us, and we should be much happier; but, you know very well that servants do a hundred little things that they would not wish their masters or mistresses to know of. JANE. I know very well that a truly honest servant would do nothing that she would be afraid of any body knowing; and whatever others may do is no rule at all to us. Our rule must be to do right, and may God's grace enable us to walk by this rule.-Anon. THOU, GOD, SEEST ME. OH! God unseen, but not unknown, I dwell beneath thy sacred throne, Throughout the universe of space For flight of time and change of place Parents I had, but where are they? Now I am one amidst the crowd Of life and action, hurrying round; Now left alone-for like a cloud They came, they went, and are not found. E'en from myself sometimes I part, Yet surely by my bed thou art, To prompt my pulse, inspire my breath. Of all that I have done or said How little can I now recall! Forgotten things to me are dead; With thee they live, thou knowest them all. Thou hast been with me from the womb, The moment comes, the only one That moment comes, when strength must fail, When health, and hope, and comfort flown, I must go down into the vale, And shade of death, with thee alone. Alone with thee;-in that dread strife, Be mine eternal portion this, Since Thou wert always here with me, And be for evermore with Thee.-Montgomery. THE AFFECTIONS. THE cultivation of the affections comes next to the development of the bodily senses; or rather they may be said to begin together, so early does the infant heart receive impressions. Kindness towards animals is of great importance. Children should be encouraged in pitying their distress; and if guilty of any violent treatment towards them, they should see that it gives offence, and is not approved of. But before showing any disapprobation, a very young child should be made to know when he really does hurt an animal; for young children are often cruel from the mere thoughtlessness of frolic; they strike an animal as they would strike a log of wood, without knowing that they occasion pain. I once saw a mother laugh very heartily at the distressed face of a kitten, which a child of two years old was pulling backwards by the tail. At last the kitten, in self-defence, turned and scratched the boy. He screamed, and his mother ran to him, kissed the wound, and beat the poor kitten, saying all the time, "naughty kitten, to scratch John! I'll beat her for scratching John! There, ugly puss!" This little incident, trifling as it seems, had no doubt, important effects upon the character of the child; especially as the mother who would do such a thing once, would be likely to do it habitually. In the first place, the child was encouraged in cruelty, by seeing that it gave his mother amusement. Had she explained to him that he was hurting the kitten, and expressed her pity by saying, "Oh, don't hurt kitten; she is a good little puss, and she loves John," what a different impression would have been made on his infant heart! In the next place, the kitten was struck for defending himself; this was injustice to the injured animal, and a lesson of tyranny to the boy. In the third place, striking the kitten because she had scratched him, was teaching him retaliation. For that reason, a chair or table, against which a child may have accidentally hurt himself, should never be struck, or treated in an angry manner. A grown up person knows, to be sure, that an inanimate object is not capable of feeling pain, but the infant does not know it; the impression made upon him is, that it is right to injure when we are injured. A spirit of revenge is one of those evil passions to which our nature is most prone, and with respect to which we should most anxiously guard against the influence of habit and of example. The mind of a child is not like that of a grown person, too full and too busy to observe everything; it is a vessel always ready to receive, and always receiving. Every look, every movement, every expression, does something towards forming the character of the little heir to immortal life. Does a mother regard it as too much trouble thus to keep a watch over herself? Surely the indulgence of evil is no privilege; the yoke of goodness is far lighter and easier to bear than the bondage of evil. Is not the restraint which the mother imposes upon herself good for the child, and blessed, doubly blessed, to her own soul? The rule, then, for developing good affections in a very young child is, that he never be allowed to see or feel the influence of bad passions, even in the most trifling things; and in order to effect this, those who have the management of children should endeavour to drive evil passions out of their own hearts. Nothing can be real that has not its home within us. The only sure way, as well as the easiest, to appear good, is to be good.-Altered from Mrs. Child. ON GAIETY. WHOM call we gay? That honour has been long The innocent are gay-the lark is gay, Himself a songster, is as gay as he. Whose head-aches nail them to a noon-day bed, OUR COTTAGE. THE brook is rippling gently by, The breeze sends forth its plaintive sigh: Care does no longer hover nigh Our Cottage. From scenes of crime we'll seek to steer, Our Cottage. Let those who are to blessings blind Their Cottage. Anon. ON LANGUAGE. MAMMA. What book are you reading, Charles? CHARLES. Bingley's Animal Biography, mamma. MAMMA. Shew me what part you were reading; and tell me if you quite understand it. |