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The Treasury Hymnal.

The hymns are selected from Dr. Bonar's "Hymns of Faith and Hope." The Letter-note Method of musical notation, by permission of Messrs. Colville & Bentley, is introduced as a help to young singers.

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The Christian Treasury.]


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Waste not thy being; back to Him,
Who freely gave it, freely give,
Else is that being but a dream,
'Tis but to be, and not to live.
Be wise, and use thy wisdom well;
Who wisdom speaks must live it too;
He is the wisest who can tell

How first he lived, then spoke, the true.
Be what thou seemest; live thy creed;
Hold up to earth the torch divine;
Be what thou prayest to be made;

Let the great Master's steps be thine.

Fill up each hour with what will last;
Buy up the moments as they go;
The life above, when this is past,
Is the ripe fruit of life below.

Sow truth if thou the truth wouldst reap;
Who sows the false shall reap the vain;
Erect and sound thy conscience keep;

From hollow words and deeds refrain. Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;

Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright; Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, And find a harvest-home of light.

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The Harleys of Chelsea Place.


they rejoiced in the same hope, tried to walk in the same way, and looked to the same end.

Christmas came and Christmas went, and the happy holiday family which had gathered at 6, Chelsea Place, again returned to school and school duties. Mrs. Harley had proposed that Madge should be a day-pupil, like Constance, at Miss Hughes', thinking the Colonel would like to have her in the same house with himself; but he had wisdom to refuse, saying he felt it would be better for Madge to continue a weekly boarder at school; for though capable of governing a regiment of soldiers, his past experience had proved that he was incapable of managing an only child. So Madge continued with Miss Hughes, perfectly happy at having dear papa so near, that she could always be with him from Saturdays to Mondays. Dora was also made happy, by Signor Piozzi's lessons being discontinued; Miss Mills having represented to Mr. and Mrs. Harley how useless, if not injurious, they were to her nervous and excitable pupil.

OM continued to persevere, not only in his studies, but in endeavouring to walk in the good and the right way; and as the weeks slipped by, there was a degree of solidity manifested in his conduct hitherto unknown. Not but he was the same bright, joyous youth; for true religion tends to cheerfulness, not to depression of spirits; and wherever gloom and melancholy are constantly evinced in a believer, we may be quite sure that there is something wrong with him, bodily or mentally. God's service is perfect freedom; and where there is freedom there should be joy and peace. Doctor Cote was much pleased with Tom's evidently increasing steadiness, his impetuosity of character having caused him much anxiety; for what are talents, if from the slightest cause they can be used for evil to the possessor, rather than good? and such will they ever be, if the owner has no internal power At midsummer, another triumph awaited the to resist external influences. Tom's companions Harleys; for Tom actually obtained a scholarconsidered him getting a little too straight-ship (there being two attached to Lotsirl Colbacked when he would not stoop to some of their wild pranks; but, on the whole, voted him a first-rater and a brick.

But perhaps the most marked change in Tom was seen in his behaviour to Constance, whom it had been the delight of his life to make fun of. For a long time he had felt that ridicule is not the kindest or best way of showing persons their failings; but now that he had enrolled himself amongst the servants of the meek and lowly Jesus, he knew that it was decidedly wrong, and determined, with the Holy Spirit's aid, to take up his cross daily and deny himself. And a cross indeed it was to Tom; for it is no light matter for a hasty, impulsive person to set a watch over his tongue, and keep guard over his lips, lest a slighting, if not unkind remark escape him; and such he proved to be the case. But he strove to overcome; and strong in the strength of Him who is more than conqueror, he generally prevailed.

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At first, Constance could not understand why Tom was so much more gentle and forbearing when she was in one of her high and mighty moods; and instead of addressing her as Your majesty,' or 'Major Magnificat, either took no notice or called her Conny as usual; but after a while, she supposed that the reason he was so changed was that he had grown older, and thought it unmanly for a youth of just seventeen to be so light and frivolous. However, she was very much pleased, and tried to show him she was, by many little attentions which she would not have condescended to, before the alteration in his manner to her. Dora saw all and noted all, and though four years his junior, read his mind like an open book; indeed there never had been any concealments between them, and they were less likely than ever to occur now that

lege), which entitled him to finish his education at Cambridge. Tom had never swerved from his earliest desire of being a barrister; and now that he saw his way made straight before him, his thankfulness was unbounded. It was therefore decided that Tom should enter at St. John's, Cambridge, the following October, and Uncle and Aunt Bennett came from Leighton to spend a few weeks at Lotsirl, to see and advise with him. Mr. Bennett had been a solicitor; indeed he still was the elder partner in the firm of Bennett, Hipper, and Son, at Leighton, though he had little or nothing to do in the business department. After the death of his children he had gradually withdrawn himself from a profession uncongenial to his tastes, and given himself more entirely to works of charity and love than he could have done had they lived and needed to be provided for. How Dora longed to tell Uncle Bennett that Cousin Tom loved God, no one can have any idea, unless they know by experience the soul's happiness in the love of Christ. A few days before Tom went to Cambridge, Mrs. Harley determined to have a long talk with Tom about the necessity of being decided for Christ, if he would be truly happy for time and eternity. She had observed, with much thankfulness, how much more thoughtful and steady he had been for the last six or eight months; but she dreaded the influence of ungodly companions upon one as impetuous as he was, and could only lift up her heart to Him who knoweth the secret yearnings of his children, and pray that her boy might be preserved from the snares of the world, the flesh, and the devil. Her heart nearly failed her when she reached Tom's room; but when he opened the door in answer to her gentle tap, she was encouraged by the bright smile which welcomed her.

'My son,' she said, as she sat down, and he leaned over the back of her chair, his head nearly resting on her shoulder, 'your father and I are so anxious about you. We desire that you should never forget that you are not your own, but bought with a price, even the blood of the Son of God, and that you should show by your life whose you are, and whom you serve. You will soon be leaving us, and will have to mix with those who will laugh at and despise that which from your infancy you have been taught to love and revere. My boy, my precious boy, never deny by word or deed the Lord your Redeemer.' 'I desire not to do so, mamma. I desire to be his faithful servant to my life's end.'

'I believe you do now, my dear child. I believe that you would be ashamed to be considered anything else than a Christian youth; but oh, Tom, I am so afraid of you. I do so sadly fear when you go out from amongst us, lest you should be tempted to forget the solemn subject on which we are now talking. You are so hasty and easily led, and are consequently so liable to err, that I can only pray that a strength not your own will be vouchsafed to you in your time of temptation and need.'

Tom's head quite touched his mother's shoulder, nay, it seemed to rest upon it, as he whispered:

'Mother dear, I can say now from the bottom of my heart,

"No goodness, Lord, no strength have I,
I live upon a Saviour's grace;
Nor would I less dependent be,

Nor would I seek a higher place."' 'Tom!' cried Mrs. Harley, with a joyful voice, 'how long have you been able to say that?'

Nearly eight months, mamma. Dora made me seek until I found for myself that God loved me, a headstrong, wilful boy, who cared not to love Him.'

Mrs. Harley was thoroughly overcome, and wept aloud for some minutes, when Tom said: 'Speak to me, mamma, do not weep; it saddens me to see tears flow from your eyes.'

'I weep for joy,' she replied. "Oh, I have been so anxious, and so doubtful about you, Tom. I had quite forgotten that the Lord has hidden servants in the midst of much seeming worldliness and inconsistency. But why did you not tell me before?'

'I was afraid, mamma.'

Afraid, Tom! afraid of me, your mother!' and a pained look flitted over her pale, patient face.

'Not in that way, mamma,' explained Tom, hastily, as he bent over her and kissed her. 'I could tell you all my heart, my own dear mother. But I was so afraid I should be constantly doing wrong; for I am so careless, and I knew it would fret you more if you thought I was a servant of God when I fell. Oh, mamma, I have been so afraid lest I should offend my Lord and Saviour lately, and yet I have not had courage to declare myself on his side. Sometimes I think I should have been happier, and better able to have resisted temptation, had I boldly professed "whose I am and

whom I serve," for very often right seemed wrong to me. But I have determined to take my stand on my Master's side, and with grace to help, I will be his to death.'

'Does Dora know?' inquired Mrs. Harley. 'Yes, she is the only one that does, except yourself now. I bound her to secrecy.'

Darling Dora! our little messenger of mercy, going about noiselessly doing good. Surely she is the blessing of the house. But I must tell your father, Tom, he will rejoice that his first-born has given himself to God.' But oh! do not tell

'As you please, mamma. every one. I am so afraid lest I should do something or other that might bring disgrace upon my profession, and give the world cause to doubt my sincerity.'

Only your father shall hear it from me, Tom. But be not afraid, my son. “Greater is He that is for us than all that are against us." Wonderfully has God brought good out of evil for us. Your uncle's sad death paralysed all your father's energies, nearly affecting his reason. Then your aunt died, and little Dora came to be one of our household; with her came peace and comfort. Gradually her loving influence upon your father has been a blessing, and the gloom which had gathered over him is fast passing away; and now she has led you to the feet of Him from whom she derives all the love she so freely gives to others. God does indeed "move in a mysterious way, his wonders to perform." Oh that we would trust Him more implicitly! To his everlasting mercies I commend you, my child, and may you find that He is "a strong tower whereunto you can always resort from the face of your enemies." God Almighty bless you, Tom, and keep you in all your ways! I must leave you now, for I expect papa will be wanting me.'

Tom watched his mother from over the bannisters go down to his father's room, and saw that the look of joy which his communication had conjured upon her face, still lingered there; and he inwardly prayed that nothing on his part might ever cast a shade on that beloved


He then went down to the schoolroom, where he found Colonel Allen relating a famous tiger hunt to Guy and Agnes, who, with open eyes and breathless interest, listened to his story.

As he saw Tom enter, he looked up and observed, 'It looks as if it had been a good day to you, my boy.' And Tom, with manifest feeling, replied, "It has, sir.'

That is right,' observed the old Colonel. 'You will find, if you stick to your colours, that all your days will be good, for he who serves God serves a good Master. I only wish I had been as true to my God as I have been to my queen and country; my past would be pleasanter to look back upon, and my future to look forward to. But I thank my God there is a place in his kingdom for the penitent deserter, as well as the faithful soldier. Glory be to his name!' and he lowered his arm reverently, as if dropping the point of his sword in a military salute.


MR. BENNETT accompanied Tom to Cambridge, to see him comfortably settled into his rooms, and to make necessary arrangements. Colonel Allen begged to be allowed to help in a pecuniary way; but Tom, with many thanks, refused his kindness, saying, 'What others had done could be done again; and he was determined to make his own way, with God's blessing, in the world.' Mr. Bennett had insisted upon paying for the furniture in his college rooms, and that was all the assistance he would accept. But the Colonel would not be quite set aside, and coaxed and came over Mrs. Harley to slip amongst Tom's books and clothing, many useful, if not really valuable presents.


It was so strange and odd when Tom was gone that no one seemed to know what to do. Harley had retired to her room, and no one liked to follow her there; and so the young Harleys, with Madge, gathered in the schoolroom, and with streaming eyes talked of dear old darling Tom, until the Colonel and Mr. Harley returned from seeing him off. Then the Colonel proposed that he should take the 'young fry,' as he designated the schoolroom party, away for a day's pleasure, and leave Mr. and Mrs. Harley to a little quiet, a proposal which was gladly assented to; and in less than an hour, the Colonel, accompanied by the five junior members of the family, departed by train for a neighbouring wateringplace, where donkeys, brown bread, eggs, and cream were to be had in the greatest perfection. No person could have credited that the erect, reserved, commanding-looking officer, who paraded up and down Chelsea Place for half an hour every morning before breakfast, was the same merry, active, funny-spoken man who was throwing pebbles into the water, or racing after donkeys on the beach at Rockclift. And could Jenkins have beheld his master that day in that place, it is very doubtful whether he would have believed that his eyes told him true. Yet so it was; and the Colonel, upon his return to Lotsirl,

Oh that packing for Tom !—dear Tom! How many tears were shed and laughs had over it! The Colonel presided over the book department, and Mrs. Harley the linen; whilst old nurse, Dora, Constance, and Madge (for Madge was kept from school some days over her Michaelmas holiday, to be with Tom until he left), assisted in any way they could. Mr. Harley, Guy, and Agnes, did the walking part; for they wandered from room to room, every now and then bringing some little trifle of Tom's which they had found, and thought ought to go to the school-informed Mrs. Harley that he had played the room, where the packing was conducted. Jen- child all the day, and certainly he felt all the kins did the hammering and cording; and he better for it. and Pat Donovan, who came every evening after work whilst the bustle was going on, carried the cases down into the hall, where their rough exterior contrasted strangely with the marble stones and polished oaken furniture. Truly they looked out of place; and yet no one could bear to anticipate the day when they should be removed.

It was well that there was so much to be done, so many things to be remembered, and so many to keep each other's spirits up when they began to flag, or it would have been à melancholy time at 6, Chelsea Place, for the Harleys had never been parted before. Only Johnny had gone out from their midst, and him they had learned to miss, but not deplore; but Tom, highspirited, noble Tom, was going away for more than two months, and involuntarily the question rose in each breast, What shall we do without him? Tom tried to be brave and not let them see what he felt at leaving them; but it was as much as he could do, and very often he made a dash off to his room to hide his emotion.

At last the day really came, the carriage was at the door, the heavier luggage had been previously sent on, and Mr. Harley, with the Colonel, had walked to the terminus to see Tom and Mr. Bennett off, when Tom gave a parting kiss, or shake of the hand, to all the inmates of his dear old home. Even Madge held up her blushing face and claimed a sister's right from Tom, whilst all followed him down the steps to the carriage door. But the last look and the last kiss was for his mother, though he retained one of Dora's hands within his own, and his last words, whispered in his loving parent's ear, were, Mamma, I will be a son that maketh not his mother ashamed.'

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In the course of two or three days Mr. Bennett returned from Cambridge, bringing with him very favourable reports of Tom, and towards the end of a week he and Aunt Jenny took leave of Lotsirl friends. Madge and Constance went back to school; and lessons were resumed in the schoolroom at Chelsea Place, under Miss Mills' direction. It was a long time before the Harleys could forget that Tom was gone; and constantly there were inquiries made for him, and, 'Where is Tom?' or, 'Run and ell Tom,' were frequently on the lips of Dora, Agnes, and Guy. But at last they grew accustomed to his absence, and took to counting the days ntil his return. Agnes had made a long strip of paper, marked with the days of the month until the 16th of December, when the Cambridge term ended; and every day she and Guy cut off the number of the previous one, and put them away to show Tom when he came home. Dora said little; but there is every reason to suppose she made private or mental calculations upon the flight of time, for she could always tell the exact number of days that would elapse before Cambridge term ended.

Then, when December arrived, and Tom was once more amongst them, what rejoicings took place, and with what delight Tom's cap and gown were handled and inspected! And then Tom was actually grown taller in the two months; and, as Agnes and Guy proclaimed aloud, had real brown whiskers coming, which made him look so mannish,' a piece of information which other quick eyes had detected beside Agnes's and Guy's, but the possessor of the eyes had forborne commenting upon. But when holidays commenced, then the joy was at its climax, for

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