Each hill-topped foible in the sunset glowed,
Obscuring vales where rivered virtues flowed.
Reproof became reproach, till common grew
The captious word at every fault I knew.
He smiled upon the censorship, and bore
With patient love the touch that wounded sore;
Until at length, so had my blindness grown,
He knew I judged him by his faults alone.

Too late we learn, a man must hold his friend
Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end.

Suggestions for morning talks

One way to keep peace is to avoid children who are quarrelsome. If we let them alone, and keep away from them, they may try to be good, in order to have playmates.

We must not sulk, or refuse to play if we cannot always play the games we like best, or always be the leader. We must not contradict or call names.

Never repeat unkind things you have heard about anyone. Nobody likes a tale-bearer.

Remember that any one can be a good winner. It takes a first-class person to be a good loser.

Some children grow cross and sulky if they fail in a lesson. The brave ones keep on trying.

SUPPOSE1

PHOEBE CARY

Suppose, my little lady,

Your doll should break her head;
Could you make it whole by crying
Till your eyes and nose were red?

1 From Poetical Works of Alice and Phabe Cary. Houghton Mifflin Co.

And would n't it be pleasanter
To treat it as a joke,

And say you're glad 't was Dolly's
And not your head that broke?

Suppose you're dressed for walking, And the rain comes pouring down; Will it clear off any sooner

Because you scold and frown?
And would n't it be nicer

For you to smile than pout,
And so make sunshine in the house
When there is none without?

Suppose your task, my little man,
Is very hard to get;
Will it make it any easier
For you to sit and fret?
And would n't it be wiser
Than waiting like a dunce,
To go to work in earnest

And learn a thing at once?

Suppose that some boys have a horse,
And some a coach and pair;
Will it tire you less while walking
To say, "It is n't fair"?

And would n't it be nobler

To keep your temper sweet, And in your heart be thankful You can walk upon your feet?

Suppose the world does n't please you
Nor the way some people do;
Do you think the whole creation
Will be altered, just for you?

And is n't it, my boy or girl,

The wisest, bravest plan
Whatever comes, or does n't come,
To do the best you can?

SIR BOBBIE1

CLARA PLATT

The little boy next door wanted to be a policeman and the little boy around the corner was going to take tickets at the circus. But whenever Bobbie was asked, "What are you going to be when you grow to be a man?" he always answered proudly,

"I'm going to be a knight."

He wanted to be a knight with prancing steed, waving plumes, and all the rest. He was only his mother's trusty little boy now, but he would be a knight as soon as possible.

One day he came running into the house with his eyes big. nd bright. "Oh, mother!" he cried, "there was a big bug on the sidewalk, and there was a little girl there, and he might have bitten her. But I looked very crossly at him, and he went away."

That was when Bobbie began to be a knight. There is a great deal of use for knights in the world, and Bobbie was kept very busy. Every morning when he and his mother went to market, there was some little girl or cat or dog in trouble, and then it was so fortunate that there was a brave knight around.

He coaxed away the butterflies that the boys had caught in bags, and set them free. He carried food to the baby birds that had fallen from the nests in the parks. He put every faded flower he found, into water. He kept the dogs from teasing the cats, and frightened the cats away from the birds.

1 By permission of S. E. Cassino Co.

"I think it is time Bobbie was having a pony," said his mother one day. "How would you like that, Bobbie?"

"Not a plain pony - a steed, mother," begged Bobbie. "Please get me a steed."

"Certainly, a knight must have a steed," said she, laughing.

And it was that very day that Bobbie became a knight. He was on his way home from kindergarten, when he saw a very big boy and a very little girl with a doll in her arms. The little girl was crying, and Bobbie saw that the doll was broken.

"He broke it," she sobbed, pointing to the big boy, "and he won't let me go home to tell mother."

"I'll stand in front of you, and you run quickly," said Bobbie, and, planting his feet firmly, he faced the big boy, while the little girl ran off.

The big boy raised his stick, but Bobbie looked him straight in the eyes, and the stick came down again. Bobbie stood still for a moment. Then he said earnestly, "I'm afraid you'll never be a knight," and ran home as fast as he could. He dropped down before his mother's chair with his face in her lap.

"It's very hard work trying to be a knight," he sobbed, when he had told her all the story; "but I will be one."

"Look, Bobbie!" his mother cried, raising the window suddenly. Down the walk came the gardener, and prancing along behind him was a beautiful white pony.

"You have won your spurs fairly, my little boy,' said Bobbie's mother, soberly. Then, as she kissed the tear-stained face, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"You are a knight, now," she said. "Be always brave, loyal, and true. Rise, Sir Bobbie."

JUNE: THE GOLDEN RULE

For the Teacher:

DEJECTION: AN ODE

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth
A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
Enveloping the Earth,

And from the soul itself must there be sent
A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth,
Of all sweet sounds the life and element!

For the Class:

Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them. Matthew, VII, 12.

Suggestions for morning talks

If we follow the golden rule we must not try to pay back those who have done wrong to us.

We must be true and loyal to our parents, for that is what we should want our children to be to us.

We must be obedient and mindful of our teachers, for that is what we should want our pupils to be to us. We must be good to the dumb animals, for they are helpless in our care.

We must be patient and helpful to children smaller than we are. They need much patience and help to grow right.

We must be kind and gentle to those who have done wrong. They need more kindness than any one else to help them to be good.

Read: "Beautiful Things." Ellen P. Allerton, Sunday School Selections, Penn Publishing Company.