ONE pleasant April Sabbath, the parish clerk of a church in Wiltshire, England, stood at his reading-desk turning to the morning "lesson" in the great Prayer-Book. The congregation waited to give the responses, but he did not begin as soon as usual. Something curious had caught his eye, partly hidden under the Bible-rack, a small, slanting ledge or platform, slightly raised above the main desk. He looked more closely, and there, directly beneath the great Bible, he saw a robin-redbreast's nest, with two pretty blue eggs in it. Mrs. Redbreast and her mate had found a hole left by a small missing pane in one of the quaint old leaden windows, and entered the sacred house to make their little home where the sparrow and the swallow did that the sons of Korah sing of in the eighty-fourth Psalm. The clerk could not resent so pretty an intrusion, and did not disturb the nest; and when one of the birds flew in before the close of service, neither he nor any one of the congregation thought of doing anything to frighten it. And there the nest remained through the rest of April and nearly the whole of May, the redbreasts becoming so tame that the gathering of the worshippers and the voices and music of the service on Sundays or other days did not alarm them away. The sitting bird would stay, quietly brooding her eggs, while the clerk was reading, almost directly over her head. After the young were hatched, the male robin would fly in with worms in his bill to feed them, and his coming never disturbed the people's litany or the rector's sermon. This pleasant sanctuary partnership lasted till the full-fledged young were able to leave the church and trust to their own wings. Everybody felt that the birds had brought a blessing with them, and were sorry when they went away.—Selected. double line decoration cherubs sitting in tree playing instruments Merry Jack Frost and his fairy elves Came by for a raid one night When the spring was young, and a rosebud fair, In a sheltered nook, which the perfumed air And the sunbeams, warm and bright, Had wooed for a month, 'till its dainty brow Was bright as the flush of dawn, Shone fair 'neath the moon; "'Tis a goodly sight! I'll cover it o'er with a veil of white," Quoth Jack; "ha! ha! and the morning light Will shine on its glory, gone!" He gathered his elves for the mischievous prank, When lo! with a mournful sigh, The south wind called to a pitying cloud, "O look! they're weaving the rosebud's shroud." She paused in the midnight sky, And glanced at the rose. "Is her doom so near? Poor bud!" and his tears fell fast. Oh! the elves were caught in a mournful plight, And the south wind laughed, and the frost-king's flight Was a sight to see through the dusk of night, For the cloud's soft tears overwhelmed him quite As they fell on his vestments fine and white; And the lovely Dawn, with her shafts of light, Looked down on his glory, past! May M. Anderson. double line decoration The P.S. CORNER MY Blossoms all, I wish you a sunshiny April. I know she is apt to shed many tears, but for that very reason we must try to keep our faces unusually bright, for contrast. I have given you this month several letters from our Blossoms. This, in the future, will be a special feature for our P. S. Corner. I have been selfish in keeping all the sweet bright little letters to myself. There is room for only a very few out of the hundreds which come each month, but you may take them as specimens of the rest. I wish we had room to print them all, for your enjoyment. Meantime, send them on for me to read, that I may keep posted as to what you are doing, and discover in what ways I can best help you. Lovingly, Pansy. Mary Louise from Florida. How glad it makes me to hear that the Whisper Motto helps you! It is sure to help every one who is faithful to it. That is a sweet thought of yours, to lend your Pansies to others. I wonder how many of our Blossoms think to do a little good in that way? It would be so easy, and might help somebody very much. Do you like the "land of flowers?" I spent a month there last winter, and had a very happy time. I go to de Funiak Springs, where the Sabbath-school Assembly holds its meetings. Perhaps you will go, and I shall meet you there. Would not that be pleasant? If you do, you must surely come to me and say: "I am Mary Louise," then I shall know you at once. Lizzie from Connecticut. My dear, I pray for every name enrolled on our P. S. book. That God will make each Blossom fragrant for him, and take it some day to his heavenly garden, is my constant hope and prayer. Perhaps you need to use the prayer which I find very necessary for me every day: "Set a watch, O Lord, before my tongue. Keep the door of my lips." Emma from Massachusetts. My dear, The Pansy is just twelve years old. Doesn't it travel over a large part of the world for one so young? Lena from Massachusetts. We should be glad to hear about the entertainment. I hope you had a good time. Suppose you see how good a description you can write of it, and of your Sabbath-school? Annie from Georgia. But I do not know that you are in Georgia now, my Blossom. Perhaps you have already moved to that "New home." If so, you will be able to write and tell me how you like it. I was glad to get your full name for enrollment. Emma from Illinois. What success do you have with "impatience?" He is a very trying enemy; you certainly do well to rid yourself of him. But did you find it easy work? A little friend of mine said she could be just as patient as anybody when things went as she wanted them to; it was when nothing behaved right that she got impatient. I have known older people than she who might have said the same. Alice from Vermont. My dear Blossom, I hope the badge reached you in safety and is helping you about taking care of those "things." Such little habits are great trials to "mamma," and I am sure our little Alice wants to be all the comfort she can to mother, especially now that God has taken the dear father and the sister home. I know how lonely you must be without them; but I hope you are trying every day to live so that when He calls you, it will be a joy for you to go and join your dear ones in their bright home. Andrew from Dakota. Here comes another "impatient" boy! So they cannot be patient out in Dakota any better than they can farther East? Well, Satan seems to be busy bothering people all the world over. The Whisper Motto is just these three words: "For Jesus' Sake." We call it the Whisper Motto, not because we Helen from New Jersey. Oh, yes; we will try as hard as we can to help you. Whenever you see the meek little blossom on your badge, I hope it will put this verse into your mind: "For even Christ pleased not himself." If you think of this and try every time to do the thing you did not want to, so your life will be pleasing to Jesus, by and by it will grow so pleasant to you to think of what others want, that you will forget it was ever a trouble. I am glad you are going to try it. Lanetta from New Hampshire. Not at all too late for good wishes, my friend; nine months of the year left to improve. Shall you and I try hard to make it the happiest year of our lives? What a quiet, pleasant Christmas you told me of! It rests me to think of your happy home. Mildred from New York. Yes, I know, the little baby brother needs a great deal of patience. Sometimes it helps us to sit down in a corner by ourselves, and try to imagine how desolate the house would be without him. I know of a woman who sometimes sheds bitter tears, even now, because the last words she spoke to her little baby brother more than fifty years ago, were cross ones! Glad to receive your pledge. Here is a lovely bouquet of Blossoms from Massachusetts: Cora, Ida, Bessie, Lizzie, Louise, Margaret. Just a sweet half-dozen. I hardly know a bouquet of which I think with so much pleasure as this one. Something whispers to me that some of them are trying hard to help the others. Perhaps all are trying. Like the rest of us, these Blossoms have work to do; weeds will grow in flower gardens, if not carefully watched. Here is the weed of "Carelessness" popping up its naughty head to trouble Louise; it is so much easier to leave the books or the playthings just where they happen to drop; at least it seems easier at the time. Try the other way, Louise, and see how much comfort you will get from it. Margaret's sweet little tongue wants to speak, sometimes, when it would better keep silence; so many tongues attempt that! Margaret is going to teach hers that while "Speech is silver, silence is golden." Cora's tongue, too, is sometimes tempted to speak naughty words; watch it, my child. Do you know the verse— This one little tongue that God has given Must always speak for him. If we make our words always such as He will love to hear, we shall be safe. Ida's tongue is tempted to whisper when it should be silent. Isn't it astonishing how many wrong things there are for tongues to do, and how sure they are to go wrong if they can! Ida, as well as the rest of us, needs this prayer: "Keep the door of my lips, that I sin not with my tongue." Bessie is evidently tempted to move slowly, either with hands or feet, or both, when she should make all speed. I am glad indeed to hear that you are going to try to teach these members better. And here is little Lizzie, the last of the group, who has a hard task indeed before her; she is going to try not to "do anything wrong." That sounds like a very large pledge; but after all, if we are soldiers of Jesus, it is no more than he asks: "Whether therefore ye eat or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God." Dear Blossoms, I hope I shall hear often from you, that you are growing, and blooming, and spreading your fragrance for Jesus' sake. George from Illinois. Welcome, my boy, to our roll. I am an excellent hand to read writing; just try me and see if I don't make yours out, without any trouble. Meantime, we, you and I, are very grateful to mamma for writing for you, and for all the kind words she speaks. Anne from Washington. Your threefold pledge is very important; especially that one about "reading the Bible every day." If all the young people of this generation, or even if all Ollie from Texas. Your first letter! Good! How glad I am you wrote the first one to me. But really I don't understand about the "squirrel." Didn't you find him on some other page? Think it up, my boy, and let us know. Meantime, I have enjoyed your letter. Walter from Dakota. I acknowledge that it is very sad to think of one of my Blossoms as being "mad." But since it is only when you "get out of patience," and you have taken a pledge to keep yourself supplied with that article, we shall hope to hear better things of you very soon. We gladly welcome you. Netta from Missouri. What a busy little woman you must be in school! Your studies are all important, and I hope I may think of you as one of the most faithful scholars in the room. Can I? George from Illinois. I am sorry, my dear friend, that I have not a photograph for you. I have often thought what a pleasant thing it would be if I could afford to send a photograph of myself as a birthday gift to each of my Pansies! But alas, alas! my pocket book will not let me. No! I remember you did not ask me to give it; you were very polite. I will answer your question, however, as to where you can find it. L. E. Walker of Warsaw, New York, is authorized to furnish a good picture of me, and will reply promptly to your question as to price. I have forgotten what they cost; they are cabinet size. D. Lothrop & Co., Publishers of The Pansy, have also an engraving of me, which they will furnish for twenty-five cents on application. Frank from Massachusetts. Dear little Blossom, I am glad to put your name on my roll. It isn't an easy matter to mind "just as quick!" It takes a boy with a good deal of strength of purpose to accomplish it. I am so glad you have decided to learn the lesson early. Did you ever hear of the great general who said no man was fit to command until he had learned to obey? It is true. Paul from Maine. My boy, I like your rules very much; and your letter. I have just been writing to a dear little fellow who has the same fault to overcome; he will be glad to see you have joined his company. Are you acquainted with a namesake of yours, the grand old "Paul" of the Bible? He is a favorite character of mine. If you have not carefully studied his life, suppose you do it, and write out what you think of him, for me. Will you? Marguerite from New York. Yes indeed, my little Daisy, you may join our society. We are glad for all the flowers we can get, and we hope they will bloom summer and winter, and be so sweet that all who come near them will feel their influence. I am glad you like "Reaching Out." It is to be continued through the year. Harold from Boston. I hope the badge reached you safely. At first I was in great doubt, having received a nice letter from you, with no address, so the badge could be sent; but as soon as the second letter came, I attended to it. To "mind mother" is one of the very important duties in life. So important that God made a special command about it. I think you write an excellent letter for a boy of your age. Lucy from Michigan. Thank you, my dear, for your interesting letter. I think your Band must be a very helpful one. One needs to do something of that sort, in order to realize how rapidly the pennies count up. Jessie from Nebraska. So you are just a little inclined to "fret." Well, that is a very easy thing to do, and rather a hard thing to stop doing. I hope the badge will do its share in the work. I suspect the motto, however, will be more helpful than anything else. I enjoyed your letter very much. Maud from Montana. Oh, yes, my dear, far-away Pansy, there are other Blossoms just as far; but if somebody should ask us what we were talking about—how far from where?—what should we tell them? This is such a big world, and the people who live in California think the people who live in Maine are very far away from them, but when I get a letter from a little missionary girl in China, she says, "I wish you did Horace from New Jersey. My boy, I know all about that habit of yours, what a temptation it is. I am rejoiced to think you are going to conquer it while you are young. One day I went to call on two ladies, sisters, who were both over fifty years old, and don't you think the younger one contradicted the elder in almost every statement she made! If we could have gotten hold of her when she was a little girl, and coaxed her to take a pledge to overcome the habit, she would not be such an ill-bred woman now. Cora from New Hampshire. We welcome you and "sister Mabel" with great pleasure. There are a great many "hasty tempers" among our Blossoms. The world will certainly be the sweeter because of all the flowers that have decided to speak gentle words instead of hasty ones. Rose from Pennsylvania. Did the badge help? I wonder what sort of things you "forgot" so much? Poor gold thimble! I wonder where it is hiding? I heard of a boy who forget to mail a letter for his father, and so was the means of his losing ten thousand dollars! Rodney from Philadelphia. Another "quick" temper! All right, my boy; we have many to keep you company. We welcome "sister Clara" also. An "answer back" is almost certain not to be a "soft" answer; did you ever notice it? My Dear Pansy: Do you know I have read you for over three years, and I think you are just splendid! I want a badge to help me overcome the fault of fretting. When things don't go to suit me I am apt to fret. Near this town where I live there are prairie dog-towns, where prairie dogs, owls, and rattlesnakes all live together in one hole! I should think they would fight and kill each other, and I expect they do. I learned that piece from The Pansy, "The Little Quaker Sinner." I think it is real pretty. I like the story about the Deckers best of anything in The Pansy, but I like everything in it. I take the magazine to our school, and the teacher reads the story about Nettie and Jerry, aloud; the scholars all like it so much they can hardly wait until the next chapter comes. I have a brother named Paul. I would like to correspond with some Pansy Blossom; a little girl of about my own age. Good-by, Jessie Moxon. Dear Pansy: I want to tell you about our Pansy Band. It meets the first Saturday in every month; there are thirty-two members, boys and girls. We learn the missionary catechism, and each one repeats a verse from the Bible. Sometimes three or four are selected to write little papers on the subject for the month. We pay a penny apiece each Saturday; if any of us are absent, the next Saturday we bring two pennies; and then besides, we give our offering. Alice and I are trying to do right. Your loving friend, Lucy Taylor. Dear Pansy: I have a good many faults, but I want to overcome them. I think the worst one is not to mind promptly. I mean to take for my motto: "Do your duty promptly." I hope God will help me to keep it. Mamma found some rules in a paper, which she said if I would learn and obey, would please her very much. I am going to. I am nine years old; I love The Pansy very much. I want to be a Blossom in your garden. Please send me a badge. Your loving friend, Paul Thompson. PAUL'S RULES FOR BEING A TRUE GENTLEMAN.
double line decoration |