itor. This prize
she awarded to Dolly Ferrars. She held up a beautiful Bible, bound in
white vellum.

"This is the prize of honor," she said.

Dolly's heart stood still. She had forgotten her disappointment about
the class prize in an overwhelming sense of shame.

"Go up, Dolly," said mother proudly.

"I can't," said Dolly. "I--I--"

"Go on, darling," said mother, gently pushing her. And Dolly went.

In silence she accepted the Bible, and laid it on her mother's knee.

"I am so tired," she said.

"We will go now," whispered mother. "The excitement has been too much
for you."

They slipped quietly away and returned home.

"Mother!" cried Dolly, as they were alone. "Oh, mother dear, I can't
take that prize, I don't deserve it. I have failed in truth and honor. I
am so miserable!"

Mrs. Ferrars, bewildered at Dolly's words, soothed her while she poured
out the story of her conduct on the ice.

"And I have no right to the prize," she said. "What shall I do?"

"We will return it to Miss Danvers," said mother, gently; "at least for
a time." She looked very pale and sad. "But, darling," she added, as she
folded Dolly in her arms, "if you are really sorry and have through
repentance learned to conquer in the fight between right and wrong, you
are still a winner of the true prize of honor!"

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The WAVES.

A pert little wave by the sea-shore one day,
Came dashing along in its impudent way;
A wee little maiden was straying too near.
Said the wavelet--I'll catch you my child, never fear,
"I will carry you home to a bed in the sea,
"I will rock you as snug as on Mother's own knee."
But the child answered merrily, Mother is near,
"So dash away, splash away, I do not fear
"Dash away, splash away, back to the sea,
"Mother is keeping her watch over me."

A cruel wave rolled o'er the night clouded sea,
And the sailors were fearful as e're they could be,
The vessel lay tossing, the north wind blew drear,
Said the wave, "I will rock you to sleep, never fear,"
But a brave tar looked up, with a light in his eye,
And a swift prayer was sent thro the threatening sky
To his heart came the answer, in voice, sweet and clear,
"Ye shall weather the tempest true heart, never fear."
Splash away, dash away, danger is past,
The vessel is anchored, in harbour at last.

M. I. H.

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