The Baby Over the Way. Across in my neighbor's window, - The throngs in the street look upward, Just here in my cottage window, And his face is as pure and handsome Sometimes, when we sit together, "Does God, up in Heaven, like me?" In the mansion over the way. And oft when I draw the stockings And loosen the clumsy garments From his limbs, so round and sweet, My heart too heavy to pray, O God in Heaven, forgive me As they carried it out today, The light is fair in my window, But the baby is gone from the window 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 Oh, |