They live to give themselves,-their fragrance, their loveliness, it is all their Lord's and ours. "Consider the lilies," and rest in the tender care which has clothed the bare earth with beauty, that everywhere, as we go about our daily tasks, we may have around us the greetings and the promises of a Father's tender love. JAMES BALDWIN Brown.

THE FIELD-LILY.

La Flor del Salvador.

The Daffodil sang :-" Darling of the sun
Am I, am I, that wear

His color everywhere."

The Violet pleaded soft, in under-tone :-
"Am I less perfect made?

Or, hidden in the shade

So close and deep that heaven may not see
Its own fair hue in me?'

The Rose stood up, full blown

Right royal as a queen upon her throne :-
Nay, but I reign alone,"

She said,

with all hearts for my very own."

One whispered, with faint flush, not far away :—
"I am the eye of day,

And all men love me;" and, with drowsy sighs,
A Lotus, from the still pond where she lay,
Breathed :-"I am precious balm for weary eyes."

Only the fair Field-Lily, slim and tall,

Spake not at all,—

Spake not and did not stir,

Lapsed in some far and tender memory.
Softly I questioned her:

And what of thee?

And winds were lulled about the bended head,
And the warm sunlight swathed her as in flame,
While the awed answer came :—

Hath HE not said?"

June 6.

In this was manifested the love of God toward us, because that God sent His only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through Him.-1 JOHN iv. 9.

PUT together all the tenderest love you know of, the deepest you have ever felt, and the strongest that has ever been poured out upon you, and heap upon it all the love of all the loving human hearts in the world, and then multiply it by infinity, and you will begin, perhaps, to have some faint glimpse of what the love of God is.

H. W. S.

TWO GARDENS.

My garden grows beside a wall,
With lilies and violets so small,
And hollyhocks and sunflowers tall,
And I love them, I love them all.

My bright sweet-peas, so dear to me,
And my daffodils, are fair to see;
And pansies I will give to thee;

But I love them, I love them all.

My roses wave and scent the air;
The scarlet poppies I love to wear;
It seems as if for me they care,

Because I love them, I love them all.

Flowers are we in a garden fair,—
Flowers in God's own garden rare ;

Woven into a garland there,—

And He loves us,-He loves us all.

MOLLIE W. ANDERSON.

June 7.

All things are yours.-1 COR. iii. 21.

To take blessings open-handed, with glad and thank

ful heart, and to get from them all the joy with which God has charged them, is the beginning of praise. God would have you remember, in bidding you praise, that that which you enjoy, is His good gift to you.

JAMES BALDWin Brown.

GOD MADE THEM FOR ME.

Little barefooted Anna was trudging along

Thro' the grass-bordered footpath, one fine summer day, And, while the brook murmured, she too sang a song, As she happily gathered the flowers by the way.

Lady-slippers and daisies, and violets blue,

With lots of wild roses, as sweet as could be ;

She said to herself, "I am sure it is true

These flowers are all mine, and God made them for me;

"Because, when I view them, they seem thus to say,—
Fear not, little Anna, though poor you may be;
God made and protects us by night and by day,--
And are not you worth very much more than we?'

And now, in my rambles, I think of His word, Whenever these dear little treasures I see ; They teach me so much of His love and His care, I cannot but feel that God made them for me.

"They teach me while helping poor mother each day, And she, too, has learned their sweet lessons to see ;

No playthings have I but these flowerets gay,

Yet they make me most glad,-for God made them for me."

MARY P. Hale.

June 8.

Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: and yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.—MATT. vi. 28, 29.

WHY has God made us to enjoy beauty and music?

or why has He made the flowers, but out of love like that of a mother? Why, but to make us happy, to gladden our hearts with His beautiful works,—to put some proof of His love into every path our feet may tread?

FRANCES POWER COBBE.

THE USE OF FLOWERS.

God might have made the earth bring forth
Enough for great and small,—

The oak-tree and the cedar-tree,
Without a flower at all.

He might have made enough,-enough
For every want of ours;

For luxury, medicine and toil,

And yet have made no flowers.

The clouds might give abundant rain,
The nightly dews might fall;
And herb that keepeth life in man,
Might have drunk in them all..

Then wherefore, wherefore were they made,
All dyed with rainbow light,-
All fashioned with supremest grace,
Upspringing day and night?

Springing in valleys green and low,
And on the mountains high,
And in the silent wilderness,
Where no man passes by?

Our outward life requires them not,—
Then wherefore had they birth?
To minister delight to man,-
To beautify the earth;

To comfort man, to whisper hope
Whene'er his faith is dim;
For whoso careth for the flowers,
Will much more care for him!

MARY HOWITT.

June 9.

Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. -EPH. V. 20.

GOD will not let us be without pleasures of our own. The fields are full of such: flowers, verdure, beautiful plants at every step; birds everywhere; and then an air all perfumed.

EUGÉNIE DE GUÉRIN.

CHILDREN, THANK GOD.

Children, thank God for these great trees,
That fan the land with every breeze;
Whose drooping branches form cool bowers
Where you can spend the summer hours, —
For these, thank God.

For fragrant sweets of blossoms bright,
Whose beauty gives you such delight;
For the soft grass beneath your feet,
For new-mown hay, and clover sweet,
For all, thank God.

The very cows, that lie and doze
Beneath the trees in glad repose;
The birds, that in their branches sing,
And make the air with music ring,
All these thank God.

Oh, thank God for the radiant sky,
Whose varying beauty charms the eye,
Now gray and dark, now blue and bright,
Unfailing source of pure delight,

For this, thank God.

He gives the life to everything, -
To beasts that roar and birds that sing;
But thought and speech He gave to men,
While beasts are dumb. O children, then,
For this, thank God!

Rhyming Story-book.