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cellent cake she makes, and what fine fruit grows in our old garden. Come, Philip," he said, as Philip Graham seemed turning away, as if he thought it too childish to join the group, "I know that boys as big as you like a good slice of cake as well as we; so come, take a seat with us. This is a generous loaf, and quite

enough for all, and

I have borrowed a plate and knife,

that I may serve it up handsomely."

Such a pleasant, good-natured smile accompanied Maurice's words, that Philip could not resist them, and he joined the party.

“No, I thank you, Maurice," said Bob Newton, as Maurice handed him a slice in his turn. "I was so rude to your good nurse to-day, that I do really believe it would choke me if I should attempt to eat it. The truth is, Maurice, I never did anything I was more ashamed of, and I am willing to own it."

“Nor I either,” said Dick. "Bob and I both feel alike about it, and wish to go with you to see your good nurse, to apologzie to her, and ask her pardon for our rude, ungentlemanly conduct. We were much excited, and in a high frolic, when she appeared at the gate, and you know her dress and appearance are peculiar, and we were very thoughtless, and did wrong, and must certainly apologize for our misconduct."

"Well," said Maurice, "I am glad you feel so about it, boys. I knew if I told you all about her you would respect her, and when you know her, you cannot fail

to love her; but she is so good, she will never remember it against you. I will forgive you in her name, and we will go together, and explain all to her, and all will be forgiven and forgotten; so now, do oblige me by helping to eat up the cake and fruit, or I shall not enjoy my slice at all.”

"Well, Maurice," said Bob, "you always make us do whatever you please; so we will accept our share, though we do not at all deserve it.”

"You were a bold fellow, Maurice," said Tom Bailey, "to take this basket to Mr. Harding."

"Why, what else could I have done with it?" said Maurice. "I had accepted it, unconscious that I was doing what was forbidden. You do not suppose I would hide it, and deceive Mr. Harding? That would, indeed, have been hard for me to do; but there was nothing hard in telling him that I had unintentionally broken his rules. I am sure, had I concealed it, I could never have eaten any of it. Besides, I should have done wrong, and offended God and my own conscience."

"You are a strange fellow, Maurice," said Frank Henley; "but I like your way of dealing. I do not believe another boy in school would have done so; but you have proved that it is the best way."

"The right way is always the best way," said Maurice, "and the only way in which we ought to act."

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The Lame Boy.

O not look so sad, Louis," said Maurice one day, as he joined the lame Louis, who was sitting alone under a tree in the playground, and, with dejected face, watching the boys at play. His crutch lay beside

him on the ground, and his dominos and jack-straws on his knee showed that he had been trying to amuse himself with a solitary game. "Come, let me help you at a game of dominos. I should like it much."

Tears filled the eyes of the lame boy. "Oh, no, indeed," he said, "you must not sit moping here with me. You are such a good hand at play, and enjoy it so much, the boys will all be after you. You sat here a long time with me yesterday, and through all the play-hour to-day. Indeed, I cannot permit you to do it now."

"Oh, I have had play enough, and want to rest now," answered Maurice. "I want to be with you a while. There are plenty to play without me."

"I shall never forget your kindness to me, even if I live to be an old man; but if you insist upon sitting here with a poor lame boy like me, let us talk a little, instead of taking a game of dominos. I should like to tell you a thought that was in my mind just as you came up."

"Well, what was it?" asked Maurice, kindly.

"I was wondering why it is, that of all the boys here, I am the only one that is deformed and lame. I should be so happy if I could run about and play with the others."

"Ah, Louis," replied Maurice, "there is but one answer to that question. It is your heavenly Father's will. God is your Maker and mine. He is the Maker of all mankind. He makes some sound in mind and body, and others weak and deformed. He makes some rich, and others poor. As we are all the work of his Almighty hand, he certainly has a right to create us as he pleases. All he does is for some wise purpose, and it is not for us to question his ways. You must hear my good nurse speak on these subjects. She can teach you far better than I can. You have been promising me you would call and see her for a long while. We shall have plenty of time; let us go there now. Take my arm, and we will walk slowly, so as not to tire you."

Louis, leaning with one arm on his crutch, and the other on his friend, walked slowly down the shady

road, and reached the little green cottage.

Under the

porch, covered with creepers and honey-suckles, quite shaded from sight, on a low bench, sat Nurse Burton with a Bible on her lap.

"Ah, my dear child," she said, as she saw Maurice, "I thought you would come to-day. You are just in time for us to read our evening lesson together, as we used to do at home. And who is this young gentleman?" she asked, looking tenderly at lame Louis. recollect I saw him the day I first called on you at the school."


"It is Louis Tarleton-one of my best friends, nurse," answered Maurice, "and I know you will love him. But first we will read together, and then we will talk a while."

Maurice seated himself by his old nurse, and they read through a chapter alternately, Nurse Burton often stopping to explain and comment on different verses as they read. There was, indeed, a striking contrast between the stooping, worn-out form, the wrinkled face, and the trembling voice of the old nurse, and the youthful figure, glowing countenance, and musical tones of Maurice, as they sat there together pondering the blessed Word of Life-the help and strength of the aged, the guide and counsellor of the young. The descending sun gleamed through the fresh creeper and honey-suckle, and fell with its golden light across their faces-an emblem of the blessed Sun of Righteousness,

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