Christian herald. (Portland ;) 1882-18??, February 23, 1883, Page 10, Image 10

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    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,
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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-
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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—
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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
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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.
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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.
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