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“ Now we are ready for the story,” said she, towards her little friend than before. She felt closing her book. “I hope it will be ever so sorry for their little quarrel; and almost deci. long."
ded to go and find Edna, to make up' with “We, too, will listen as cousin Laura reads her. But still there was enough naughty pride the story of “ Maola's Dream; or, the Strait in her heart to hold her back. Tears began to Gate.”
flow, and she gradually sobbed herself to sleep “ You will be sorry for Maola when I tell you “ Dreaming, she thought she had been wasthat she was an only child, and was but a help-dering for a long time in a road which seemned less babe when her mother died. Yet Maola, broad, safe, and pleasant; and near which grez tenderly cared for, never felt how deep was most tempting flowers, and fruits. She bad her loss. Her father was ever affectionately willingly followed the directions of her guides, indulgent; and the servants, especially her and had ever been cheered by the alloring faithful nurse Margery, did all they could to beauties which they had pointed out to her. please her. She had many good qualities; she But how cruelly had she been deceived and loved her dear papa, and was thought to be a disappointed! She had wished for flowers; and generous, good-hearted little girl; but the sad had been led into miry swamps, where the truth is, she had been so petted and indulged soft sods sank under her feet, and mud and that she had become, I fear, almost a spoiled water oozed forth at every step; while the child.
flowers when gathered proved to be without “ Had you seen her in her pleasant home, fragrance. She had pursued bright, rainbowwhere she had more of nearly everything she hued bubbles, which burst as soon as she touched desired than any other little child I know of, them. She had plucked luscious looking fruit, you would have thought she must be one of the often being scratched and torn in the attempt; happiest little girls in the world. And I think and many had turned into ashes in her hand, she would have been, had she known that the while the others were always sour and bitter. true secret of being happy is to make others “ After a time, weary and sad, she had turned As has been prettily said :
aside into a footpath which led her to the "Make others happy. All who joy would win shaded side of a grassy hill, a most inviting Must share it. Happiness was born a twin.'
place for rest. It seemed to her, that, as she “ One step in the right way was taken when sat thinking of all this, a beautiful being apEdna, a little girl of the same age as Maola, proached and said, “Welcome, my poor, waywas invited to live with her and be her compan- worn little pilgrim, to this pleasant retreat. ion in her sports and studies. They passed a How often have I called you and you would few days very pleasantly together. Edna wa
not hear.' gentle and light-hearted; Maola's frown of dis
“ These words were spoken in a tone so soft content wore away, and she was again cheerful and gentle that Maola scarce knew whether she and smiling
heard or felt them. “But at length, unloving words, such as chil- “ She continued, 'I am sorry, but not surdren will sometimes speak to each other when prised, my little one, to see you thus. You they forget how much pleasanter it would be have been straying about for a great while in for them to be always kind and good, passed the promising but deceptive domains of Selfishbetween Maola and Edna ; and the playmates ness, guided always, until now, by her and her separated, feeling very unhappy. Edna went attendants. You have done well now to stop on away to the meadow to seek fiowers, while the Mount of Reflection. Now if you would like Maola sat down in the summer-house to look at to see what is the true way of life, the way of her new book.
plcasantness and peace, come up higher, and I “ She could not have felt much like enjoying will show it to you.' it, as she sat turning over the leaves, now and “ Maola had no wish to refuse, and they went then looking at a picture. Indeed, she was go- on in the direction opposite that from which she ing to lay the book aside when, chancing to see had come. The thick mist before them began a story which appeared interesting, she began slowly to roll away, and Maola was delighted to read. It's title was. The Golden Rule.' It to see a beautiful country appearing in view. must have been a good story, for Maola cer- They stopped while its nearest border was yet
Immediately Bertha answered, " Thou shalt
clearer, and that she could see objects plainly | pupils to the top of the hill - where was a plain at a greater distance than ever before. There on which stood a splendid temple —; for their were lofty, air-loving bills; sunny slopes; low-light was like the stars.' ery plains; shaded valleys; rippling brooks; " The glorious beauty of this palace-like temand charming little lakes nestled among groves ple surpassed everything else that Maola had of old trees. All this and much more, Maola It appeared like a pile of marble and saw at a glance, but she now knew better than gold. At the east front, on which rested the to trust to outward appearance alone; and not earliest beams of the rising sun, was the gate until she had seen that the people, especially by which alone the temple might he entered. the children, were everywhere cheerful and it was very much like that which Maola had joyous, did she exclaim, “Oh, what happiness! first seen, the one which formed the entrance May not I go and live in that beautiful land ?, to the country; but it was still more beautiful.
“. Most surely you can,' was the reply,' and Over this, in letters composed of the most brilBo can every one who is willing to go in the liant gems, were inscribed the two great comright path and obey all the laws of the country. mandments of the law.” But tarry here now, observe and think, and Turning to Bertha, cousin Laura asked, then decide for yourself in which way you will "” go. Look yonder and tell me what you see.'
“ I see,' said Maola, ó a tall guide post, and love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and I can read in shining letters, -"Enter ye in with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and at the strait gate.” There is a finger pointing with all thy strength. This is the first comin the direction of a path which extends to the mandment. And the second is like this, Thou westward. People are walking in this path shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is towards a beautiful gate of white marble.' none other commandment greater than these."
u Look closer now, and read what is there "Very well. Now we understand that only written in letters of gold.'
those people who are disposed to obey these “The letters shone like stars in the lofty arch laws can enter this beautiful temple.” which formed the gateway, and Maola read, “ Did Maola go in?” inquired Effie. • Do to others as you would have them do to “ Not then,” replied cousin Laura. you.' She then again turned her attention to “Well read and see if she didn't by and by. the happy children who had passed through I hope she did.” this door of love, the only entrance to the “In the valley beyond the hill, and all along peaceful land.
the western border of the country, flowed the “ In one place, a merry group were picking deep, silent waters of a dark river, from which apples, which hung ripe, red, and tempting, rose a dense mist which stood like a wall from the boughs of a noble tree. There was no reaching to the clouds, completely shutting out selfishness. No one wished the best for himself from view the water and the opposite shore. alone. If one found an apple larger and fairer A single golden streak on the edge of a black than the others, he shared it with his compan- cloud was the only promise of light beyond. ions or gave it to some one who was unable to “ Maola grew sad as she saw many persons
whom she had been watching suddenly disap" In another place, many were trying to reach pear in this thick fog. "Oh,' said she, “must the top of a high, rough, and rocky hill, from they all be lost in those dark waters ?' which a fine view of the country could be ob- • No,' said her guide, “they are not lost : tained. Silken banners, bearing bright mottoes, they have gone across the river to a splendid were waving in the air. All went on pleas-city, of which this country, which you
admire antly. The strong helped the weak over diffi
so much, is but the suburb. The burdens, cult and dangerous places; and, besides, there which, lightened by Faith, Hope, and Love, were persons whose business it was to assist the with the assistance of Patience, are here cheeryouthful travellers and show them where they fully borne, there, only may be laid aside formight gather fragrant flowers and precious gems. ever. Many little ones who have trodden the These teachers could be readily distinguished flowery paths of the plain but a short time, fol. hv the brightness which was about them; espe
low eagerly the angel voiceo which they boor
ple which you see, is but a small part of a very LITTLE HATTIE. One very cold day in magnificent one which is on the farther shore, winter, I took her to walk. Poor little thing! and is connected with this by a bridge. Over she was alınost frozen, and complained of her this bridye is, by far, the pleasantest way of fingers and feet aching. Presently we met crossing the stream. It is merely passing from another little girl, with no shoes on, and only a the vestibule into the warm, light, and richly ragged shawl to protect her from the biting furnished apartments of the Father's mansion. frost and wind. She asked for a few cents; Yet none go until they are bidden.'
but, as I had no change in my purse, I could “ Maola was now attracted by the sound of give her nothing. Hattie's brown eyes filled music. Some one was singing; and, as she with tears as she looked first at the child, then listened, she heard her name distinctly called. at me, and then down at her own warm dress She awoke, and saw Edna coming towards her and comfortable cloak; but I said, “ Come, with a handful of forget-me-nots and other wild dear; don't stand in the cold. Perhaps we flowers. She gave them to Maola, who greeted may meet the little girl again when we are out her with a kiss; and they became friends again. and then we will give her something." Then, while it was all fresh in her mind, Maola
I turned away, and walked on a few rods ; related her wonderful dream. She had learned then turned back again to take my darling's a lesson never to be forgotten; and, let us hand. There sat the little creature upon the hope, was happier for it all her lifetime.”
cold sidewalk, with one shoe off, and the other Perhaps you may have seen this story in the untied. “Hattie, come,” said I, “ What are paper to which it was sent shortly after it was
you doing?" read to Bertha and Effie; but I will give you
“Oh, auntie," returned she, “ dis poor little one in the next chapter that was told to them
dirl so cold! I dot plenty more soos.” another day, and I have her word for it, bas never before been printed. As the character of the heroine bears a strong resemblance to
The Lily. It was pure and white and frathat of the little girl whom we saw a short time grant, and breathed out its sweet odor in the ago taking her first lessons in reading, and who cheerless room where the sick girl lay. She now cherishes her books as her best friends; held it in her thin, hot hand. It would soon you may think the story was made on purpose be wilted; but now it was fresh and beautiful for her. I am sure I have my suspicions on the A kind lady had brought it to cheer the child subject.
as she doled out her weary day while her poor (To be continued.)
mother was away at her work. The lady had SOME DIFFERENCE. A few years ago, a
no money to give, for she also was poor; but little fellow, Eddy, not slow in roguery, com
she remembered the little sick girl, and picked plained that James had been throwing stones
her only flower for her comfort; and, as she at him. The teacher inquired into the matter,
went to her scholars in a far-off street in the and found the charge correct. She said to
city, she stopped to speak a word to “ Lottie," Eddy, “What do you think you should do if
and to shake up her pillow, and put the lily in
her hand. you were teaching, and had such a boy as that?"
“ You must ask God to take away your sins, “I think I shout w him," was the reply. and to make your soul as pure and white as