Save one, the captain's darling child,
Who steadfast view'd the storm,
And cheerful, with composure, smiled
At Danger's threatening form.

"Why sport'st thou thus," a seaman cried,
"While terrors overwhelm ?"

Why should I fear ?" the boy replied,
"My Father's at the helm!"

So when our worldly all is reft,

Our earthly helper gone,

We still have one true Anchor left;
God helps, and He alone.

Then turn to Him 'mid sorrows wild,
When wants and woes o'erwhelm;
Remembering, like the fearless child,
Our Father's at the helm.

SUNDAY SCHOOL RECITER.

THE WASP AND THE BEE.

A WASP met a bee that was just buzzing by,
And he said, "Little cousin, can you tell me why
You are loved so much better by people than I?

"My back shines as bright and as yellow as gold,
And my shape is most elegant too to behold,
Yet nobody likes me for that I am told.”

"Ah! cousin," the bee said, "'tis all very true, But if I were half as much mischief to do, Indeed they would love me no better than you.

"You have a fine shape and a delicate wing, They own you are handsome, but then there's one thing

They cannot put up with, and that is-your sting.

My coat is quite homely and plain as you see,
Yet nobody ever is angry with me,
Because I'm a harmless and diligent bee."

From this little story let people beware,
Because, like the wasp, if ill-natured they are,
They will never be loved, be they ever so fair.

FREDDIE AND THE CHERRY-TREE.

FREDDIE saw some fine ripe cherries
Hanging on a cherry-tree,
And he said, "You pretty cherries,
Will you not come down to me ?"

"Thank you kindly," said a cherry,
"We would rather stay up here,
If we ventured down this morning,
You would eat us up, I fear."

One, the finest of the cherries,
Dangled from a slender twig;
"You are beautiful," said Freddie,
"Red and ripe, and oh, how big!"

"Catch me," said the cherry, "catch me,
Little master, if you can."

"I would catch you soon," said Freddie,
"If I were a grown-up man."

Freddie jump'd, and tried to reach it,
Standing high upon his toes;
But the cherry bobb'd about,

And laugh'd, and tickled Freddie's nose.

"Never mind," said little Freddie,
"I shall have them when it's right;"
But a blackbird whistled boldly,

"I shall eat them all to-night."

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

THE LITTLE BOY AND THE STARS.

You little twinkling stars, that shine

Above my head so high,

If I had but a pair of wings

I'd join you in the sky.

I am not happy lying here,
With neither book nor toy;
For I am sent to bed, because
I've been a naughty boy.

If you will listen, little stars,
I'll tell you all I did:
I only said I would not do
The thing that I was bid!

I'm six years old this very day,
And I can write and read,

And not to have my own way yet
hard indeed.

Is very

I do not know how old you are,
Or whether you can speak ;
But you may twinkle all night long,
And play at hide-and-seek.

If I were with you,

little stars,

How merrily we'd roll

Across the skies and through the clouds, And round about the pole!

Does anybody say, "Be still,"

When you would dance or play?

Does anybody hinder you

When you would have your way?

Oh! tell me, little stars, for much ·
I wonder why you go

The whole night long from east to west,
So patiently and slow ?

"We have a Father, little child, Who guides us on our way;

We never question-when He speaks

We listen and obey."

AUNT EFFIE'S RHYMES.

LITTLE RAIN-DROPS.

OH, where do you come from,
You little drops of rain,
Pitter patter, pitter patter,
Down the window pane?

They won't let me walk,
And they won't let me play,
And they won't let me go
Out of doors at all to-day.

They put away my play-things

Because I broke them all,

And then they lock'd up all my bricks

And took

away my ball.