Year: 1876

DEAR ClllltItI, Slltll ttil Noi
about sermon which | once heard
1t was a very warm day in June, and
quite wearied out with long walk, |
sat down to rest beneath the shade of
an old apple tree which grew in a beau
tiful garden.


The air was heavy with the fra
GRANGE of the roses, while on the
branch overhead little robin was
warbling his story of love to his pretty
mate; but when he saw me, they both
flew away, leaving the breeze to rock
their leafy cradle and lull their little
ones to sleep. Then all was very still,
except the low droning of the bee
when, suddenly, | heard small, shrill
voice eXclaim:


"What is the use of trying? | can
never be of any use in the world. |
wish | were a Lilac-bush for then the
birds would build their nests in my
branches but as it is, l am of no use
and do not seem to grow at all, and |
can never, never, never climb up this
wall"


| looked in the direction of the voice,
and great was my astonishment to find
that it was the Honeysuckle. | had
never heard a flower speak before; so
you may be sure l kept very still. lest
might frighten it.


Yes" continued the HOneysuckle,
"none of you know what it is to have
to climb wall; and | am tired of try
ing, for | know | shall never reach the
top


"Ohr' said the little Pansies, as
they rustled their dresses of purple and
gold, "we would gladly exchange
places with you, for no one can see our
fine clothes down here, under the
shadow of this same great Lilac that
you were talking about"


Then heard the tinkling as of many
little bells, and, turning my head, be-
held, swaying in the breeze, a number
of Harebells, dressed in their bodices
of blue. After the musical chime had
ceased, one of them stepped a little in
advance of the rest, and hanging her
head for a moment, as if lost IN
| thought, said in sweet, silvery tones
"We are, all of us, of some use in
| the world, and we should never give
up trying. Our Heavenly Father has
given us each a place. and whether it
be one of humble or high degree, we
should be contented with our lot, and
do the best we can. Not of use, fair
Honeysuckle? Oh! think of the bees
how they love to creep into your
flowers and gather the sweet honey,
and when, well laden, they fly to their
cells, they hasten to return that they
may gather more. If only for their
sake, and the humming-birds, l should
think you would be happy. Tired OF
trying to gain the wall? Suppose now,
little Robin Redbreast. when building
his nest. had said, i will never, never


finish tit takes so long to gather
moss and hay-besides, of what use in
the world am I, a little birdT But
BRIDES heart was brave. TRY again,
sang Robin; and patiently he wove the
little nest, twig by twig, until, at last,
his tiny home was all complete. lie
knows we love to listen to his song: sc
he sings all day long, contented only II
he may bring gladness to some SAD
heart. And his little Ones-do YOU
think if they did not try a little every
day, that they would ever learn to fly


"Then murmur not, sweet Honey
suckle, and say that you are of no use


but rest contented with your lot; de


all the good you can-and if you


every little leaflet will only say, Il |


try,' soon you will find that you vii


have reached the top of the wall.
"And now, little Pansies,' said tn
Harebell, "fine clothes will not brlnI


happiness unless you have contente'


spirit. Your smiling faces were no


made for frowns. Strive to do good


you in your small corner and 1 in min
and let us never forget the littl


word, try"


The Harebell paused as if almos
frightened at having said so much
and, while listened, hoping to hea
it speak again, l felt the pressure Q


two soft arms about my neck, and
merry voice exclaimed: "Wake uI
Aunt Nellyp' l IOpened my eyes, an
, there was Charles, my pet, who seldoI
, allowed me to rest long in peace. fe'
+ l had been asleep; but the Harebell
= sermon taught me a lesson; and whel
+ at bedtime, Charlie clambered into m
, lap, and begged for story, l told MI
e the story of the flowers; and, at II
+ request have written it out for oth'
. little children to ready. Y. Obserce
"A shrewd knight f the scissor
6 and needle in New York advertise
Q himself as "The highest priced tall
q in the world" He evidently know


how to catch the snobs and gudgeOn