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Dedication Preface Remember me Honor thy Parents Uncharitable Judgment Boys become Men To the Portrait of Father Ballou Susan's Repentance and Appeal to her Elder Sister Little Emma The Old Sabbath Schoolroom The Hunter, and his Dog Jowler--A Fable Take Care of your Books My Niece Teachers' Library Scholars' Library Agatha Responsibility Duty of Parents A Scholar's Remembrance of the Pic-Nic of 1850 Rain Drops Obey the Rules The Ways of Providence To Alberta The Discontented Squirrel--A Fable School Street Society The Example of the Bee The Morning Walk True Satisfaction Female Education One Family Summer Thoughts--A Fable A Talk with the Children Uncle Jimmy The Child's Dream of Heaven The Influence of Sabbath Schools Memory Selfishness Trouble Revenge A Biographical Sketch The Sabbath School Boys Fear of Death Ill Temper Reading A Sabbath School Excursion Christ and Duty

OUR GIFT.

"REMEMBER ME."

"Remember me!" How swift the tide Of memory glideth o'er the past; Those sunny hours so quickly sped, Perchance a few with clouds o'ercast. But memory hath more lasting flowers, Which Time's rude hand can ne'er efface, The sweets we cull from friendship's bowers, The gems affection's altar grace.

"Remember me!" In youth's bright morn Those simple words so lightly spoken, Far into future years may reach, And wake a spell which ne'er is broken. A star to gleam in Memory's sky, A line on Memory's page to glow, A smile to offer at her shrine, Or tears which from her springs shall flow.

"Remember me!" As one by one The cherished ties of earth are torn, The magic spell which Memory weaves, Shall long in kindred hearts be worn. And when the last farewell is said, A solace to each heart shall be The memory of that love which spoke In parting tones, "Remember me!"

HONOR THY PARENTS.

"Honor thy father and thy mother."

"Well, Clara," said Mary, as they left the church, "shall we go now and take a walk before we go home? Look, there are William Johnson and George Field waiting to see which way we shall turn, in order to accompany us."

"Not this afternoon," answered Clara, "I think we had better go home."

They continued their way homeward until they reached the street where Clara lived, and were about to part, when Mary asked her companion at what time she would meet her the next morning to take a long walk, adding that William and George would go with them.

"I will ask mother," replied Clara, "and if she is willing, I will meet you at six o'clock."

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