A fit example this for me, When blighted my fond hopes I see, For ever free from care and sin. E. COBB. THE BOY WHO WOULD NOT BE A SILENT LIAR. THERE were prizes to be given in Willie's school, and he was very anxious to merit one of them. As Willie was young, and had never had much chance to learn, he was behind the other boys in all his studies except writing. As he had no hope to excel in anything but writing, he made up his mind to try for the special prize for that with all his might. And he did try so that his copy-book would have done honour to a boy twice his age. When the prizes were awarded, the Chairman of the Committee held up two copy-books, and said: "It would be difficult to say which of these two books is better than the other, but for one copy in Willie's, which is not only superior to Charlie's, but to every other copy in the same book. This copy, therefore, gains the prize." Willie's heart beat high with hope, which was not unmixed with fear. Blushing to his temples, he said, "Please, sir, may I see that copy?" 66 Certainly," replied the Chairman, looking somewhat surprised. Willie glanced at the copy, and then handing the book back, said, "Please, sir, that is not my writing. It was written by an upper-class boy, who took my book by mistake one day instead of his own." Oh, oh," said the Chairman, " that may alter the The two books went back to the Committee, who, after comparing them carefully, awarded the prize to Charlie. The boys laughed at Willie. One said he was silly to say anything about the mistake. 'I wouldn't have told," said another. 66 "Nor I," added a third boy, laughing. "The copy was in your book, and you had a right to enjoy the benefit of it." But, in spite of all their quizzing, Willie felt that he was right. "It would not have been the truth," he replied, "if I had not told who wrote the copy. I would rather hold fast the truth than have a prize, for truth is better than gold." Hurrah for Willie!" "Three cheers for Willie!" "Well done, Willie!" shouted the boys; and Willie went home to his work happier than he could have done if by means of a silent lie he had won the prize. You see now, if Willie had not spoken he would have told a silent lie. His silence would have made a false impression on the minds of the Committee, and he would have wronged Charlie out of the prize. We hope our little readers will never be guilty of silent lying. Hold fast the truth.-American Paper. EDITOR'S ADDRESS TO HIS YOUNG FRIENDS. MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS,-I have of late been so well supplied with plump ears of corn with which to fill your monthly bundle that I have not even tried to squeeze in a word in the shape of an address; besides, I have been so much engaged in gleaning up hymns suitable for you to sing, and melodies suited to the hymns, that I have had my feeble hands filled with as much as they were capable of. However, this harvest month quite draws out the feelings of the GLEANER, and disposes him to vent his feelings to his dear young friends, and to give them a picture that will be verified in many a fruitful valley covered over with corn, and shouting and singing the Creator's worthy praise. Indeed, those who live in the sweet country that God has made, while man made the city, see, on every side, corn-covered hills, waving-valleys, and rising corn-stacks, all, as it were, singing out their joyous proofs of Divine power and faithfulness. And the GLEANER must be allowed to join the song for a moment, and exclaim 66 Ring loud, ye corn-clad valleys; Chime, chime, your Maker's praise; "Rise, rise, young men and maidens, "And O, may favoured Briton, Ne'er covet blood-earn'd bays: |