June 10.

I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.PSA. xxvii. 6.

Unto Thee will I pray.-PSA. v. 2.

HAST thou not seen how all in the heavens and in the earth uttereth the praise of God,-the very birds, as they spread their wings? Every creature knoweth its prayer and its praise.

PRAY, LOVE, WORK AND SING.

KORAN.

"Dear little singing-bird out in the tree,
Singing so lightly, and seeming so free,
What is the lesson you're teaching to me?"
"Trust and sing, trust and sing;
Keep all day upon the wing;

And when night shadows gather, just sing,
Trust and sing."

"Dear little honey-bee, searching for sweet,
Loading with pollen your deft little feet,

Have you some lessons for troubled souls meet?"

"Dear little lily-bell, spotless and white,
Rooted in earth, yet drinking heaven's light,

How keep my heart like you, pure and bright?"

Trust and love, trust and love;

Keep your eyes fixed above,

And thro' shower and sunshine, still love,
Trust and love."

"Dear, meek forget-me-not, tender and true,
Love in thy beaming eye; hope in thy hue,
What is the lesson to mortals from you?"
Trust and pray, trust and pray,

From thyself look away;

And tho' tempests may threaten, still pray;
Trust and pray."

Praying and loving, and working, and singing,
How Heaven's chimes thro' the earth are kept ringing;
By flowers and by song-bird, and dear busy bee!
O heart that Christ died for! why not, then, by thee?"

June 11.

In the morning sow thy seed and in the evening withhold not thine hand; for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.-ECCL. xi. 6.

GIVE what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW.

I AM Only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything; but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.

EDWARD EVERETT HALE.

HOW IT CAME.

A tiny shoot peeped out of the ground
And opened wide, as it gazed around,

Stretching its dainty leaflets bright
Up,-up,-up,-to the sweet sunlight;

Reaching sideways,-that way,—this,
To catch the earliest zephyr's kiss;

Climbing higher, in balmy air

To meet the raindrops glistening there;

Spreading its wavy branches wide,
Till song-birds came, their nests to hide,

And children gathered, in joyous glee
In the pleasant shade of the old oak-tree,

All because of a hand,-they say,-
That planted a seed, one summer day.

SYDNEY DAYRE.

June 12.

Be ye kind one to another.-EPH. iv. 32.

IN one of Geo. Macdonald's books, little Gerard is a beautiful invalid boy. One day as he sat in the window delighting himself with the sight of a lovely sunset, he exclairned: "Oh, mamma, how I would like to help God paint the sky!"

"My darling," said his mother, "you are helping God paint the sky, for you make the sky of my life very, very bright." Then was little Gerard glad in his heart. Little children may put many a touch of rosy sunset into the sky that overhangs their homes. Every pleasant smile, every gentle word, every cheerful deed, is a stroke of the brush that adds beautiful colors to the home-skies, and so makes life every day sweeter. This is helping God paint the sky.

GENTLE WORDS.

A young rose in the summer-time
Is beautiful to me,

And glorious the many stars

That glimmer on the sea;

But gentle words and loving hearts
And hands to clasp my own,

Are better than the brightest flowers
Or stars that ever shone.

The sun may warm the grass to life,
The dew the drooping flower,

And eyes grow bright that watch the light
Of autumn's opening hour;

But words that breathe of tenderness,

And hearts we know are true,

Are warmer than the summer-time,

And brighter than the dew.

It is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art,

And gold and gems are not the things
To satisfy the heart;

But O, if those who cluster 'round

The altar and the hearth,

Have gentle words and loving smiles,
How beautiful is earth!

C. D. STUART.

June 13.

Glorify God in your body and in your spirit which are God's. .-1 COR. vi. 20.

ONE of the great English poets has written in verse the story of a little Italian silk-spinner, who had only one holiday in all the long year. But her heart was glad and full of song, because she knew that she could please God just as well as the rich and great. So when she went out to enjoy her precious holiday, she went singing through the street. Her song ended in this way :

"God's in His heaven,

All's well with the world."

And the song of happy Pippa was so blessed by God, that it helped to turn several people away from evil that day. Maybe sometimes you think you are so small and weak that you can do nothing to serve God. But you can sing, can you not? God often uses a song to work great good. And haven't you good hands? Whenever you do any helpful work with them, you are serving God. In his letter to the Romans, Paul said that every one who wished to please God must be diligent,—that means busy. And haven't you a pair of feet? Can they not run on useful errands? And you have bright eyes. Can you use those to see what you can do to help, everywhere, or to study and learn the things that will make you wise and useful?

LUCY WHEELOCK.

TWO LITTLE EYES.

Two little eyes to look to God,
Two little ears to heard His word,
Two little feet to walk in His ways,
Two hands to work for Him all my days;

One little tongue to speak His truth,
One heart to give Him now in my youth,-
Take them, dear Jesus, and let them be
Always obedient and true to Thee.

June 14.

Look not every man on his own things, but every man also on the things of others.-PHIL. ii. 4.

OFTEN the trifling graces that help us to brighten and sweeten life are utterly overlooked because we do not stop to think of them. There are not many who would not speak a word of good cheer, or do an act of kindness to one whom they thought stood in need of these things, but the great trouble is that we do not make it our business to think of the needs of others. A schoolboy, rushing along the street, saw a board in the sidewalk disarranged, and really dangerous to one passing carelessly that way, or to an aged person whose eyesight was not of the best, and whose step was none of the surest. Stopping, the lad carefully placed the board in its proper position, and then hurried on his way to the playground. When asked why he took so much trouble his answer was,-"Some one might trip on it and be hurt."

"A little thing to could do the same."

do," says some one; "anybody But would everybody have done so? The action may be trifling,-the great thing is to think of it.

C. V. WAGNER.