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but oh! if you had seen her walk in, I think you never would have forgotten it-tossing up her head, shaking her body, and exhibiting all the pride and vanity so natural in that beautiful bird-the peacock. Her mind was engaged with such thoughts as these:-"What will they say now?-what will they think of me now?-won't they admire my dress, my shoes, my gloves, and my hair? She strutted across the room to where Mrs. Raby was sitting. There was a whispering among the little girls" How handsome she looks! how beautiful her hair is curled! what a beautiful frock! and what nice white satin shoes ! " Poor Clara sighed; and she could not help repeating to herself two verses she had learnt on pride:

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Mrs. Raby rose to meet Emily. "Why, my dear child, how late you are! We began to think you were not coming." Oh, yes," said Emily: "Charlotte was so long in dressing me; and then the hairdresser whom mamma sent for was so long dressing my hair, that I got quite out of patience. Dear me, these curls are very troublesome, and Charlotte has laced my stays so, that I can hardly breathe to be sure she was obliged to do so to get my frock to meet. And then these shoes are so tight! But never mind,

Charlotte has made me look very nice-aint she, Mrs. Raby?"

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"Poor child!" thought that kind-hearted lady, "you are to be pitied! How much better," she thought, "it would have been for her to have had her plain dress, her black easy shoes, and her hair fastened up in her net." Come, my dear, and have a glass of currant syrup and a piece of cake," said Mrs. Raby, not wishing Emily to think that she pitied her; on which she poured out a glass of syrup. But whether it was that knowing all eyes were upon her, or whether it was the cat that passed across the room where she was standing, I know not, but she gave a sudden start, and over went part of the syrup on her frock. "Oh, my frock! oh, my frock! it is spoiled! it is spoiled! what shall I do? what shall I do?" exclaimed Emily.

Mrs. Raby did all she could fellows came round expressing to pacify her; and all her playtheir sorrow, and invited her to come and join them in their play.

After many tears had been shed, she was induced to go. But before we join them in their play, we must go back to Emily's home. Her father and mother were pious people, and were grieved to see the seeds of pride and vanity taking root and showing themselves in her life. They therefore came to the resolution of letting her have her own way in regard to her dress to go to the birth-day party; hoping something would occur to humble her pride and bring her to see her folly. As they wished, so it turned out.

When the little party had

evening in the month of August, it was proposed by Mr. Raby that they should adjourn to the fields at the back of the house.

Out sallied the little merry group, tumbling over and over in the hay. Poor Emily sighed deeply. Her heart was almost broken. "How happy they all are, and I am miserable. I cannot play as they do, for fear of my shoes and frock." At that moment she thought she would try and run; but unfortunately her feet stuck fast-in what? Aye, my little readers, in what? Shall I name it? Yes, I must. She ran without looking where she was going, and ran right

finished their games, they were all seated round the table, spread with many nice things; and after they had partaken of the feast, it was proposed by some of the party they should play at honeypots. Now every little girl knows the position she must be in to be a honey-pot. All the little girls except Emily were dressed in their usual way; so there was no difficulty for them to place themselves in the proper position. But when Emily attempted to stoop, crack, crack, crack went her frock, breaking away the eyes and loops. "Oh, this tiresome frock," exclaimed Emily, "what shall I do?" Mrs. Raby's services again were re-into some cow-dung. Mrs. Raby quired. She pinned Emily's frock as well as she was able. "I do wish I had my other frock on. But never mind, I am more handsomely dressed than any of my play-fellows," sighed Emily to herself.

The next game proposed was oranges and lemons. Poor Emily was again subject to mortification. Stooping down to go under her play-fellows' hands, which were joined together, her hair, which was hanging in ringlets, caught in the hooks of her play-fellow's frock, which was fastened in front, and so entangled it that Mrs. Raby had again to help her. So fast had her hair caught, that all her curls were obliged to be pulled out to get her head away. Mrs. Raby procured one of Margaret's nets and put up her hair.

After several other games, which passed over without any accident, the servant came and announced tea was ready, which meal was also enjoyed without accident; and as it was a fine

ran to her assistance and lifted the poor child out; but her shoes, her white satin shoes, where were they? Why stuck quite fast in the dirt. A pair of Margaret's shoes were procured for her. She sighed deeply; the inward emotion of her heart was seen in her countenance, and she burst into tears, exclaiming, Oh, take me home! take me home!" Her companions gathered round her; and, by dint of earnest entreaty, she was again induced to join them; but, alas! it was only to endure a greater misfortune than all the others put together.

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They had agreed to play at hide-and-seek, and Emily was in the act of running to hide herself when all on a sudden a loud shriek was heard to proceed from the end of the fields Mr. and Mrs. Raby and the whole party ran to the spotand what a sight met their view! Poor Emily! what a state she was now in! Where was she?

Why, in her eagerness and heedless manner of running, she had fallen into a nasty ditch, which ran along at the back of the field, and which she had not perceived. Poor child! her misery and mortification were now complete, and she was got out-but in such a pickle! Rank weeds and filth hung upon her -such a mess! I will leave my little readers to imagine the sight. Her pride was humbled, and as she lived only a few doors from Mrs. Raby's she was earried home just as she was.

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and as our dear Clara was endeavouring yesterday to impress upon your mind the shortness of life, I would add that if years of pleasure and ages of happiness are compared by Solomon to a fleeting shadow' to a 'swift messenger,' whom we hardly see but he vanishes; to a ship in its most rapid course ploughing the bosom of the deep; to a bird whose flight is so swift that we can scarce distinguish it; or to an arrow which flies through the airhow important that we should As soon as she got in doors, be clothed with the robe of she called for her papa and righteousness, and be fed with mamma, and for Charlotte to the bread of life! Instead of take off her clothes that she had using the language so prevalent been so proud of, exclaiming at in the world-What shall we the same time, "Oh, Charlotte! eat, and what shall we drink, take them away! take them and wherewithal shall we be away! this good-for-nothing clothed ?'-endeavour, my dear frock! I shall never be happy child, to become meek and while they are in my sight!" humble, and lowly in heart, that Having got on her dry clothes, you may be prepared to meet and being made comfortable, God and render up your account she was taken in to her parents. with joy." They then knelt As soon as she saw them she down, and Emily's father imburst into tears, exclaiming as plored God, for Christ's sake, well as her emotion would let to forgive his little child, and her, "Oh, my dear father! my entirely eradicate pride, vanity, dear mother! will you forgive and self-will from her heart, me? will you forgive me? I have and make her his child for ever. seen my folly, and desire never They then rose up. Emily emto harbour pride in my heart braced her parents, and said again." she believed God had forgiven 'My dear child," exclaimed her, for she felt so happy. her father, "both your mother that moment, Clara, having and I forgive you; but you returned home, entered the must go to God: he it is that room, and hearing the cause you have offended most; he it of her sister's happiness, caught is that you have grieved; he it her in her arms, exclaiming, is that must forgive you. Re-"Now we shall be happy! now collect, my dear child, we have we shall be happy! now we nothing to be proud of. These poor bodies of ours, which we think so much about, must one day become food for worms;

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both love Jesus-we shall go hand-in-hand to heaven. See, my dear sister, what Mrs. Raby has sent you. As you were not

able to stay to supper, she has sent you a large plate of pie.

I am happy to say that Emily's conduct afterwards gave proof of a change of heart. A few words to my little readers. Are you free from this great sin-pride? Do you indulge in vain desires? Do you govern your tempers? Do you ask God, for Jesus Christ's sake, to govern them for you? Do you endeavour to perform God's will, and try to overcome your own will? Do you refrain from evil speaking and lying? Do you live in affection with all your playfellows, with all lowliness and meekness?-in a word, do you love God? do you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ, and keep his commandments? Remember the words of the Redeemer, "Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart." Then you will be happy in life, happy in death, and finally obtain the crown of glory. If my little tale has, by the blessing of God, shown any of my little readers the evil of pride, my prayer will be answered. May God bless you all, and may we meet in heaven for the Redeemer's sake. Amen.

London. FRANCIS WHITE.

feel sad when they do not like me. I want every body to love me. I love every body, mother. It makes me happy to see you smile, and to hear my teacher say, "You are right, Frank; you are right." It almost makes me cry when I think you love me, and that my teacher loves me; but I am not sorry, mother.

M. Frank, if your mother loves you, and your teacher loves you, you must not mind what the boys say.

F. But, mother, I think I should be happier if I had fine clothes, and some money in my pocket.

M. Frank, could you repeat your lesson any better, or should I like you better, or would your teacher like you any better?

F. No, mother; you like me because I am your little boy, and my teacher likes me because I study to get my lessons, and I try to behave well.

M. You see, then, my dear Frank, that it is not riches that makes you either good or happy; and that it is not fine clothes that makes your friends love you. Sensible people think but little about fine clothes, if children are kept neat and clean.

F. Every boy's mamma does not think as you do, mother.

LITTLE FRANK AND HIS James Wood's mamma gave him

MOTHER.

Frank. Mother, the boys laugh at me at the school. They say my father was poor; and they point at my clothes, and say they are coarse. Shall I go any more to the school?

Mother. Do the boys hurt you?

F. No; but they make me

some gingerbread, and promised him a fine suit of clothes on his birth-day, if he would not strike the baby, and if he would not pick the buds from off the lilacs. and did not tread upon the beds in the flower garden. Will you give me a new suit of clothes when I am eight years old, if I am good?

M. No, my son, I shall never will take you to his heavenly hire you to be good, or reward kingdom and glory.-Religious my children in that way. If Tract Society. you should be a disobedient boy, and should spoil my plants, I should not give you sweet kisses, I should not smile upon you, I should not let you bring me your flowers; but I should have to send you from me.

F. Mother, I should rather have your sweet kisses, and your pleasant smiles, than all the gingerbread in the world. I should soon forget what I had been eating; but I should not forget it if you were angry. I could not be happy if you did not love me. But, mother, you are not angry with me now?

M. No, Frank, I shall never be angry with you when you try to do right.

F. Mother, you were not angry with me when I broke your large pitcher, when Pompey ran against me, and knocked me down. You said it was an accident.

M. You are right, my love; I am only displeased with my children when they are disobedient and idle; when they are careless and inattentive; when they are unkind to each other, or uncivil to strangers, or forget their duty to God.

Reader, have you ever felt ashamed that your parents are not rich? If you have, think of what Frank's mother said to him. And "Remember the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, who, although he was rich, for our sakes became poor, that we through his poverty might be made rich." Believe in him, love him, and serve him while you live; and when you die, he

A TEACHER'S ANXIETY

FOR THE SALVATION
OF HIS SCHOLARS.

MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS, -Although absent from you, an earnest desire to promote your present and eternal welfare induces me thus to address you. The Apostle Paul tells the people, that their elders "watch for their souls, as they that must give account." I feel that this is my position. The judgment day is approaching, and you and I shall have to stand before God's bar; you, to give an account of the manner in which you have received instruction; and I, to give an account of the manner in which I have discharged my duty. A solemn conviction of this truth leads me to address you.

Some of you have been, and I trust still are, the subjects of serious religious impressions. God's Spirit has striven with you, and you have been led to see that it is your duty to "love the Lord your God," but still there seems to be something wanting to bring you to a decision. You have need to bé thankful that God's spirit has thus striven with you; and now, I beseech you, cherish those convictions, and pray that God may give you such a sense of your lost condition as to lead you to cry out in bitterness of soul, "God be merciful to me a sinner." O! delay no longer to seek reconciliation with God, by the death of his Son. Some of you have, I believe, felt that

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