14th Week. FOR THE MONDAY. Moral Lesson. "He that runs fast will not would never wait for twilight, but run long." P. Here is another tale for you from the old proverb. Listen What a quaint old church ours was! We used to have service there on the Sunday afternoon, instead of the evening-so, on Sunday evening we went out for a walk. Then was the time to see our church-when the jackdaws were holding their convocations, and making their weekly report. They felt that they had the place all to themselves; not a frog dared to croak, or to let them know he was near. would come as early as he chose. Then the Curate told his daughter, who was 16 years old, that she was in her summer days. He told her that her light and sunny mind was full of joy, like the days of summer time-and, that when troubles dark as the night might come to her, her light heart could struggle with them, and turn them to twilight at least. He told her that old people had not so much joy in their hearts, and had darker days--that, as they could not struggle with their troubles, their minds had often dark nights of sorrow. "Then," said her papa," although the summer days cannot come at Christmas to help the dark days of The shortest way to the church was through Mr. Gray's farm (if you were not afraid of the turkey-winter-" cock) across the footpath in the meadows, up hill all the way, until you came to the thin wooden churchyard palings. Then-over the stile and you're in the churchyard! And there, too, one Sunday evening, sat the Curate and his daughter, in spite of the jackdaws. Near the lime trees, round the wooden porch, they sat on an old flat tomb, feeling the summer breeze which came across the cornfields beneath, and freshened the evening air. They talked of the beautiful evening time-the day's dying hours;-of the twilight which the strong summer days make, when they struggle for life with the night;--of the strength of old night in the winter time, who then "Yet," said his daughter, "the young can help the old people, and cheer them with their happy spirits, to make their days brighter." "That was my thought," said the Curate; "and now, here comes a poor woman who has seen much sorrow-sorrows as dismal as the night. See if you can give her joy, and make some 'twilight' for her." "I see her, papa. Here she comes, on this side of the stile, and two little boys with her-one in each hand. They both have straw hats, they both have black ribbons round them, and both wear blue pinafores with little round white spots. They both have black bands round their waists, and they both have black curly hair, with dark black eyes. I like those boys." "Good evening, sir!" said the poor woman, making her curtsey. "Good evening, Mrs. Pearce; you have come at the exact time. Will you sit down here, and we will talk together? "Jane, my dear, this is Mrs. Pearce, who is now a poor person. Her only riches are these two dear boys, who, if God spare them, will one day grow to be men, so that they may take care of her, and make her glad again. "They are not very great boys now, and although they are great treasures to their mother, you may make them worth much more still." "How, papa? I cannot make them grow faster!" "No; you may leave their bodies to take care of themselves,-but their minds are like those of other children, and will not grow properly unless they are looked after. Would you like to teach them, and take care of their minds, every day-while Mrs. Pearce goes out to work ?" "Oh yes, papa! Iwant some good thing to do. Ah, what fine pupils -come here to me, you two boys, and let me kiss you! I will love you very much." "But mind, Jane, I do not want you to teach them because you love them, but because you love to do good. You understand this. You must think-not of what they are-but of what you may make them of the gladness you may bring to their mother; and, work only for the good which you may be able to do. One day I will bring you some unpleasant and evil person to teach-that I may see if you will love to do good to him." "They are very near of a size, miss," said Mrs. Pearce. "This one, Every day Arthur read over a new lesson-spelling all the long words, taking plenty of time to think, and going on slowly in his own old jog-trot way. "Papa" said Lucy, one day, as he came in to see them, this Arthur is a very good boy, but he is a rather 'slow coach; he has no idea of 'making haste." "And what sort of a boy is his brother Alfred?" "Not near so good as Arthur. He cannot sit still one half-minute but, he is very quick-and he is a strange boy to learn. He has no sooner read half a page, than he wants to begin the next. He tries very hard to get on quickly, but often has to go back again. He does not seem to keep to one thing long." "Then," said her papa, "if you will come to me this evening, I will tell you how to manage these boys. You must take great care with Alfred, or he will not make much progress." as he was going to lift the box, he saw the name and address; and as they turned round for some other parcels, he put down his load, and they missed him. in the crowd. "That was a curious porter, mamma!" said her little son"What made him run away?" "Why," " said Mrs. -, looking very sad, "I just saw his side-face, and he looked much like my old merry pupil, who so often tried to learn very fast. We will call this afternoon to see his mother, Mrs. Pearce." Mrs. Pearce, in the afternoon, gave them a sad tale. "Arthur, ma'am, God bless him!-he lives over the way. That's his shop! the stationer's, with the name 'Pearce' over the door. He is in a very comfortable way, ma'am. He went on slowly at first, with a small shop, always keeping back part of the money he had savedand now, after a long up-hill time, he has a good business, and allows me 16s. per week. "But Alfred, poor fellow, oh, ma'am, he tried very hard-too hard-to get rich. With the money his aunt left him, he opened a large grocer's shop, and printed thousands of bills to make the people know it. He had horses and carts, with men to call for orders at different districts and people were astonished to see how fast he got on! But, I can't say how it was, ma'am, he did not go on very long-for he found one day that he had spent all his money, and owed some to other people-so he was obliged to sell his business to pay his debts. "Then, ma'am, he became clerk in a ship-broker's office, and his master said he was the cleverest man in the place. He worked at | the business early and late, and tried very hard to improve the trade. So, in the course of two years, he became the head clerk, and his master promised to make him a rich man. But, just then, he began to feel tired. He called the business 'slavery,' and said that he knew a quicker way to get rich. So, once when he would not pay attention, he and his master had a great quarrel, and he lost his place. "Then, ma'am, he tried a 'fast' way to get rich-by making speculations. He took some shares in a bank, and became richer than before. He bought some land, and built two houses. I don't know how or where, ma'am, he got the money; but he seemed to be getting pretty rich when, all at once, I heard that he was in prison, and was ruined. "And oh, ma'am, there came more and more troubles, until he became a very poor man; and was obliged to get his living any way." "I'm sorry to hear that! When he was a boy, I taught him, so that he might be able to help you." "Ah, then, ma'am, instead of that we have to help him. "His brother sometimes gives him a little writing; but now, ma'am," said Mrs. Pearce, with tears in her eyes, "my fine boy is a ticket-porter. All day long he carries parcels, and drinks beer." "Poor man! Then it was your son, whom we saw on the pier, and who wanted to carry my box. Please give me his address, and I will go and see him. I am afraid, now, that there is little hope of doing him good. He has the habit of going too fast, and it always is SO HE THAT RUNS FAST WILL NOT RUN LONG."" ASPIRATIONS OF YOUTH. HIGHER, higher will we climb Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledge; Onward, onward may we press, Excellence true beauty; Minds are of celestial birth, Make we then a heaven of earth. Closer, closer let us knit Hearts and Hands together, Nearer, dearer bands of love, Thither ev'ry hope ascend, There may all our labours end. TRAINING-SCHOOL SONG BOOK. REJOICE, REJOICE. REJOICE! rejoice! the summer months are coming; And hills resounding echoes raise. Rejoice! rejoice! the budding flowers are bursting; When roses bloom, and daisies grow, Rejoice! rejoice! the summer days are passing; Which balmy evening wears away.-IBID. VERTEBRATED ANIMALS. WILLIE'S FRAMEWORK (Continued). M. Now, Willie, look again at the picture; tell me what other bones you observe in your "Trunk." W. Several, mamma. Here is a large flat bone in front, called The Breast bone. Here are several roundish bones, called Ribs. There is a pair of flat bones behind, at the top of the back. M. They are called "Shoulder bones." W. And here is a pair of little round bones, joining the breast bone to the shoulder bones. M. They are called "Collar bones." Ion. Mamma, I can feel all these bones in my body. I can feel my spine, breast bone, ribs, my shoulder bones, by putting my hands behind me; and my collar bone-ah, it is just under my collar. M. We will now examine the bones, one at a time, and describe them. Ion. The BREAST BONE is a long flat bone, to which the ribs are joined. W. The RIBS. They are curved bones-they begin at the Vertebræ in the spine, and end at the breast bone in front; so they join, or connect, these two bones together. They are arranged in pairs, and each pair is fastened to a vertebra. I will count them; there are twelve pair-the middle ones are the largest. They form a curious hollow shape for the trunk. L. Yes. Something like the shape of a Tub. M. This tub-shaped cavity con tains several important organssuch as your heart, and lungs. You know that when you breathe, your lungs expand, or stretch. These ribs are so formed that they move with your lungs. Put your hands round your ribs, Ion, and breathe. Ion. Ah, mamma! When I breathed, my ribs seemed to rise up a little, and then to fall again. My lungs seemed to get larger, and smaller, and then my ribs seemed to move on purpose to make room for them. M. The manner in which these ribs move, is very beautiful; but we will not talk about this motion now. Do you see how they are joined to the breast bone? L. Yes, mamma; they are joined with pieces of cartilage, or gristle. I suppose that is done, so that they may move easily. fon. Not all of them seem to be joined to the breast bone; the top ones are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven pair are joined to this bone, with gristle. The three lower pair seem to be joined to the gristle of the seventh pair of ribs. Then, the two lowest pair-they do not seem to be joined to anything; they are loose. They make, altogether, twelve pair of ribs. M. Yes. These seven upper pair of ribs, which are joined "directly" to the breast bone, are called TRUE RIBS; and, the five lower pair are called FALSE RIBS, that is, the three pair joined to the true ribs, and the two lower pair, the loose ribs. (They are sometimes called floating ribs.) So that we have seven pair of true ribs and five pair of false ribs. I ought to have told you that the part of the spine to which these 12 pair of ribs belong, is called |