oes a poor plant like you dare to be
found in the company of roses?"

And I ran to tear away the tuft, when the grass replied:

"Spare me! It is true, I am not a rose; but you will perceive from my
perfume that I have been among the roses."

This is a very pretty fable for young people. It makes us recollect one
of the proverbs of Solomon: "He that walketh with wise men shall be
wise; but a companion of fools shall be destroyed." Young people like to
have companions, and it is proper that they should have them. If we had
no one to associate with, we should be unhappy. We need friends that we
may confide in, and that we may tell them what we feel and what we
think. But we must take care as to the choice of friends; for just as
the grass in the fable imbibed the scent of the roses, so we become like
those with whom we associate.

BERTIE'S BOX.

A very little boy by the name of "Bertie," kept a box in which he
deposited his little treasures. After he died his mother took the key
and opened it. It was full of all sorts of things. There were specimens
of stones, and shells, and moss, and grass, and dried flowers. There
were, also, curious flies, found dead; but they were not destroyed by
him, as he would never sacrifice a short sunny existence for self
gratification. There were a number of books and small ornamental toys
which had been given him--a drawing slate with pencils, colored chalks,
a small box of colors, some little plates which he had colored in his
own untaught style--a commenced copy of the hymn, "I know that my
Redeemer liveth"--an unfinished letter to his grandpapa, and some torn
leaves which he had found with passages of scripture upon them--a copy
of the "lines on the death of an only son." Also a number of sketches of
missionary stations, chapels and schools, which he had cut out and
colored. His mother once asked him why he cut them out, saying, that
there might be some reading on the back of the pieces worth saving. "Oh
no, mamma," he replied, "I looked carefully at the backs first." In the
box was a purse containing three shillings.

Such were the treasures which this little lamb had left when he died.
And as you will be pleased to know what was done with the box of
treasures, I will tell you. "The thought struck me," says his mother,
"that after he was gone, I should not know what to do with Bertie's Box
of treasures; I therefore asked him what I should do with them." He
replied, "Oh, giv