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The Baby Over the Way.

Across in my neighbor's window, -
With its folds of satin and lace,
I see, with its crown of ringlets,
A baby's innocent face.

The throngs in the street look upward,
And every one, grave and gay,
Has a nod and smile for the baby
In the mansion over the way.

Just here in my cottage window,
His chin in his dimpled hands,
And a patch on his faded apron,
The child that I live for stands.
He has kept my heart from breaking
For many a weary day;

And his face is as pure and handsome
As the baby over the way.

Sometimes, when we sit together,
My grave little man of three
Sore vexes me with the question:

"Does God, up in Heaven, like me?"
And I say: "Yes-yes, my darling!"
Though I almost answer "nay,"
As I see the nursery candles

In the mansion over the way.

And oft when I draw the stockings
From the little tired feet,

And loosen the clumsy garments

From his limbs, so round and sweet,
grow too bitter for singing,

My heart too heavy to pray,
As I think of the dainty raiment
Of the baby over the way.

O God in Heaven, forgive me
For all I have thought and said;
My envious heart is humbled-
My neighbor's baby is dead!
I saw the little white coffin

As they carried it out today,
And the heart of a mother is breaking
In the mansion over the way.

The light is fair in my window,
The flowers bloom at my door;
My boy is chasing the sunbeams
That dance on the cottage floor.
The roses of health are crowning
My darling's forehead today;

But the baby is gone from the window
Of the mansion over the way.

MAY RILEY SMITH.

Children Like Flowers.

The brightest flowers in all the earth are those which grow in the garden of a Christian household, clambering over the porch of a Christian Home.-TALMAGE.

Condensed Comments.

As in the Master's spirit you take into your arms the little ones, His own everlasting arms will encircle them and you. He will pity both their and your simplicity; and as in unseen presence He comes again, His blessing will breathe upon you.-JAMES HAMILTON.

Never despair of a child. The one you weep the most for at the mercy-seat may fill your heart with the sweetest joys.-T. L. CUYLER.

Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons.-NAPOLEON BONAPARTE.

Children have more need of models than of critics.JOSEPH JOUBERT.

CHRIST.

Depend on Christ.

Directly

Reckon on Christ to do His part perfectly. you give, He takes. Directly you will open the door, He enters. Directly you will open the floodgates, He pours in a glorious tide of fullness-fullness of wealth, of power, of joy. The clay has only to be plastic to the hand of a Palissy; the marble has only to be pliant to the chisel of a Michael Angelo; the organ has only to be responsive to the slightest touch of a Handel; the student has only to foliow the least hint of a Faraday or a Whewell-and there will be no failure in results. to be equally susceptible to the molding influences of

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