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About Christian herald. (Portland ;) 1882-18?? | View Entire Issue (Feb. 23, 1883)
The Two Fleets« “ Go into the house, Dan,” was all that father said. I obeyed with a quaking heart. The morning passed, and yet I was not called toK account. Afternoon and evening dragged by, bed-time not n; ii d WTS8W? It wasn’t exactly a pleasant day to me. I had ample time to think it over and realize the meanness of my act. I retired, with an uneasy mind ; it wasn’t Tikei father to pass ° thing, ............. ...... Could he have forgotten it ? Could it be possible that for some unknown reasons he was, to use a boy’s phrase, “ winking at it ?’’ I The next morning the mystery wassolved. As I entered the break fast-room father met me, and tak ing my hand silently, led me out to the trough, where I underwent ex actly such treatment as I’d given Jim. The following day another " hair of the dog ” was administered. On the third morning I tried to starve fast get rid of the ducking. • All in vain! Though, when the bell rang J kept in my room, I soon heard father calling in a tone I dared not disobey :— “ Dan ! Dan !” For one week I was put through that watering-trough every morn- • • ” .» r- ing! Father did not weaken the les son by “ words, idle words.” And I guess he was right, for I did some thinking during those days. That experience stuck by me and altered my course many a time jn later life.— Christian Review. An Effectul Punishment, If practical jokers could suffer a little of the pain they are so fond of giving, it might cure them of their bad habit. SayB a gentle- wan, speakingof. the retributive justice which cured him : I got one punishment when a boy 1 never forgot. When about ten years old, I fancied I had a grudge against a lad of my own age, but much smaller. Catching him alone one morning, I dragged him to the big watering-trough, and gave him a thorough dousing in the icy water. While he was spluttering and trying to escape, my father came upon the scene. A moment’s silence—then— , [ The difference between “ I can’t and “ I can and wnr”îs“jüst~lhë difference between victory and de feat in all the great conflicts of life. Boys, adopt for your motto. “ If I can, I will,” and victory will be yours in all life’s battles. " I can and I will ” nerves the arms of-the..world’s heroes to-day, in whatever department of labor they are engaged. “I can and I will ” has fought and won all the great battles of life and of the world. I knew a boy who was preparing to enter the junior class of the New York University. He was studying trigonometry, and I gave him three examples for his next lesson. The following day he came into my room to demonstrate his problems. Two of them he understoocULut thëtîiîrd —a very difficult pne—be had not He was so impressed with the thought that he wisely determined to lay up treasures in Heaven. He did so. Little Mary _never knew until years after—when she also, with a ’Cteftr rindrmaTninTgobwbat m e snt, began to lay up for herself treasures in Heaven—that it was her childish question sharted Uncle George on a generous, active Christian life.— lion’s Ilerala. True Gentlemen. have seen Simon enter my room. I knew he had it, for his whole face told the story of his success. Yes, ha had it, notwithstanding it had cost him nymy hours of the severest mental labor. Not only had he solved the problem, but what was ■diAilUm i f aly. „gmaaUr.. irnptir Lancet tn him, he had begun tb develop math ematical powers which, under the inspiration of “I can and I will,” he has continued to cultivate, until to day he is professor of mathematics in one of our largest colleges, and one of the ablest mathematicians of his years in our country. • me. >> . ... • ' uFm glad to hear it,” and lifting his hat again, Harry turned to join his play mates with whom be had been frolicking at the time of the i j u ng 1 r rc n dwj-defr-yowrmoU» ever be, “If I can I will.”- Golden “What do you raise your hat to Days. that old fellow for ?” asked his com panion, Charlie Gray. “He is old Giles, the huckster.” • Little Mary was sitting with her “That makes no difference,” said uncle one afternoon. Uncle George Harry. “The Question is not had told her to keep quiet, as he whether he is a gentleman, but had some accounts to look over; so whether I am one; and ne true Mary busied herself with a picture gentleman will be less polite to a book. For,an hour all was still; man because be wears a shabby th en M ary h card her nnde say t - Cfi&t, or hawks vegetables through “There, I have quite a nice little the streets, instead of sitting in a sum laid up against a time of need.’’ counting-house.” Which was right ? “What are you talking about Uncle George ?” asked Mary. “About my treasures, little girl, that I have laid up.” in Heaven ?” asked Mary, who had heard her father that morning read about laying up treas ures in Heaven, “O no, Mary ; my treasures are all on earth some in banks, and some in other places,” answered Unqle George. “But ain’tyou got any in Heaven, too ?” asked Mary. “Well, I don’t believe I have,” said Uncle George, thoughtfully. "But run away to your muther, now, I, I am going out. 4 44