The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-10-16
tells me I shall find h,m, and
write it larger, FIND HIM, FIND

HlM"
Full ofythe intensity of convict on, q
faith born of the faith in God. Stanley
pressed on, hccdlcss of hardshps, till
one day he. with his party, came in
5 ght of Lake Tanganika, and q little
later he stood in the presence of the
great traveller, who for years had lost
tidings of his native land. aud had al
most ceased to look for aid from his
countrymcn.
But for the faith of Stanley, DIR.
livingstode might have d cd OF starva-
ton, and the world remained ignorant
of his fate
The subsequent career of Stanley
has brought into greater prominence
his sublime faith aud resolute persist.
cncc which is satisfied with nothing
but the attainment of his oh ect, when
has already placed the world deeply in
debt.
The leaf from the journal repeats an
old lesson: Faith is power.
Endurance is the crowning quality
And patience all thu passion Of great hearts;
world
thought,
And brute strength like coniucror
Plunges its huge mall down on The other
scale,
The inspired soul but filings his patience in,
Aud slowly that outwcighs the pandcrous
globe,
One faith against q whole worlds unbcicf,
One soul against the flesh OF ali uunkiud''
The Dead Bird.
Ha,rcr's Young People.
Our children. Maggie and Johnnie,
We're the owners of TWO bris hit. pretty
canary birds. They callr, them Char
ley and Jennie. Jennie was Il BIRD of
that light bul.color SO rare and so
much admired by the loTcrs of tn Sc
sweet songstcrs. Fer eyes We're like
two little shiny black beads. they were
SO bright and glistcn.ng. She was II
friendly creature, and ilkel to be no
ticcd and talked to. When we called
Jennie" she would hop about her
cage and answer Sweet in the hear
test of tones. We all loved her, but
Maggie claimed her as her own.
One evening when went To bring
the cages in from the tile back porch,
where they had been hanging during
the warm afternoon, not .ced Jennie
feathers we slightly llu!lcd up, but as
tiic evening was somewhat ch rs.
thought she was probably little cold,
so paid no more aticnl nto her. I he
BIRDS We're not thought of next morn.
ing TIL after breakfast when Charley
began b morn mg song in loud,
clear voice. Looking up saw .Jenn q
with her head tucked under her wing
rs if fast asleep. How strange? Who
ever heard OF Il bird sleeping after
dayl' ght'
We gathered round her and tired to
guess what allcd her. One who had q
knowledge of birds and their wavs
prescribed for her. and we Il d all we
could: but she droopcd more and more,
AMI closed the beaut:ful bead like ewes
and rcsolutelr kept her head tucked
under her wing. SO We iust watched
her, while the dishes stood on the ia
Bile unwashc'l. and the floor remained
lmswept and the beds unmude, For a
IOng while she sat mat onlcss: then
she gave Il tile ilutlcr and fell down,
II Little golden heap in the bottom of
the cage.
JOHNNIE had been coming in every
few minutes with tie Guest ON. ..Niam-
ma. how is Jcnnie:.' lie iu I came
in with the same quest on. It,ll him
Jcnn C was dead. He gave a sad'Uh!'
rs he went to look ut her. Maggie was
at school, and was unconscious of The
sorrow that ava ted her. AS soon AS
he saw her coming he ran to meet hnr
ami the sad story WAS soon told. Poor
Mag@ q. She came to me with pit full
voice. asking, mamma, Is Jennie
dcmd?'
"Ycs. dear" answered
She went TO the cage. took the tiny
mite in her hand, and held it, oh. so
tcndcrly! expected she would cry.
Lut she dn't. She held it ont till told
to put it down, Then she got Il pretty
box. and wrapping her little tres, surn
II some soft. white material, she Gen.
tly placed il in the Little box and put
it away till after school, when they
could bury il.
VII that afternoon. us was busy
about my work. Clarlry's notes ran"
out loud and clear and triumphant. as
only Charley could sng-for he waS Il
rare sngcr-bmt il made me feel so
sad that | could scarcely keep the
tears back. Charles's sing ng had
never before made M. feel so sad. It
was only be amse felt that never
again should hear Jcnnic's cheerful
chirp and twittcr.
That evening, after school. the chill
.ircn. with Il few OF Their playmates.
put Their tile pet away out of their
sight. A very small grave was made
encatL Il rosc-busi. and very small
head -stcnc placed in the proper place.
a few flowers were rrvcrcntlv strrwn
around. aud when t',cy had fin shed
Their work they sadly returned to the
| house.
AS long al we remained in the VII
lage that Little mound under th. rose.
bush was the children's special care.
| While flowers were to be had, a few
fresh ones daily found The l. way to the
cherished spot: and now, though
months have elapsed and we are hun
drcds of III les away, Little Jennie is
not forgotten.