g a description of one of the idols of
the Hindoos. The picture was disgustingly repulsive. He went to Mrs.
Dudley with his book, saying, "Mother, I don't like to call g-o-d God
here; I want to call it d-o-g, for I don't think it is right to call
such a thing by that great name."

Perhaps Willie will some day be a missionary, and preach the glad
tidings of salvation to those who are now sitting in darkness, and in
the shadow of death. But if he is not a missionary himself, I trust he
will never forget to do what he can for those who, far from their
homes and their friends, are fulfilling Christ's last command, to "go
into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature."

All Christians cannot be missionaries, but they can all do something
to spread a knowledge of true religion throughout the world. They can
contribute of their property to this noble purpose. Our heavenly
Father accepts the smallest gift, offered in love. We, surely, who
live in comfortable homes, and are surrounded by so much that is
pleasant, should never forget those who, in foreign lands, are
preaching the "unsearchable riches of Christ."

If our Saviour were now upon the earth, I suppose dear children, you
think it would be a great pleasure to minister to his wants, and
provide him with food or clothing, or any thing he might need. It is
delightful to know that what we do for those who love him, he accepts
as done to himself. In his Holy Word he says, "Inasmuch as ye have
done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it
unto me."

THE BOY WHO STEALS.

Mrs. Dudley was sitting at her dining-table. The dessert was before
her. There were fine, red water-melons, rich and juicy, with glossy
black seeds peeping out from their hiding-places, and musk-melons,
fragrant and luscious, which grew in her own garden. They had been
gathered early in the morning, by George and Willie, and placed in the
cellar, that they might be cool and refreshing. The boys had assisted
in planting them in the spring, and with their little hoes they had
worked about them during the summer, and subdued the weeds. They had
watched their growth, and every day they examined the vines to find
those that were ripe. They carefully gathered them, and sometimes
there were so many that their wheelbarrow was quite full. Then they
had the pleasure of carrying some to their neighbours. Mrs. Dudley did
not consider good ripe fruit injurious, but much mor