r those who injure them, which they could not so well learn in any
other way.

Our Saviour, when dying on the cross, taught us practically the duty
of forgiveness. He prayed even for those who put him to death.
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Do you not
suppose he was pleased to hear Eddie ask his Father in heaven to
forgive Mr. Morrison and make him a good man?

[Illustration]

THE BOY WHO KEPT HIS PURPOSE.

"I would not be so mean," said George Ward to a boy who stood by,
while he put the candy he had just bought in his pocket.

[Illustration: "I wouldn't be so mean."]

"You have no right to call me mean," replied Reuben Porter, "because I
don't spend my money for candy."

"You never spend it for any thing," continued George, tauntingly.

It was true. Reuben did not spend his money. Do you suppose it was
because he loved it more than other boys do?

Reuben turned slowly away, meditating upon what had occurred.

"I will not care for what George thinks," he at length said to
himself; "I have four dollars now, and when I have sold my cabbages, I
shall have another dollar. _I shall soon have enough_," and his heart
bounded joyfully, his step recovered its elasticity and his pace
quickened, as the pleasant thought removed the sting which the
accusation of meanness had inflicted on his sensitive spirit.

Enough did not mean the same with Reuben as it means with grown
people. It had a limit. He hastened cheerfully home, or to the place
he called home. He had no father or mother there, but kind and loving
friends in their stead. His father had died two years before, leaving
a wife and four children without property to sustain them. Reuben was
the eldest, and as he was old enough to assist in the labours of a
farm, it was thought best he should leave his mother. Mr. Johnson, a
neighbour took him into his family, where he soon became a great
favourite.

There was one thing about the child, however, which good Mrs. Johnson
regarded as a great fault. It was what she called "a spirit of
hoarding." She said she never gave him an orange, or an apple, that he
did not carry it to his room, instead of eating it. Perhaps his
sisters at home, or dear little brother Benny, could tell what became
of them.

Mrs. Johnson had noticed, too, in his drawer, a box, which was quite
heavy with money. She did not believe he had bought so much as a
fish-hook, since he had been in their family. If he sh