Diety, and that they are looking into an angel's face, so innocent, so pure, so holy :-a sweet lesson of immortality to all :-its young soul seems visible in each curve of its tiny fingers, each smile on its infant lips.

"The skeptic must here, in this sanctuary of purity, cease to cavil, the scoffer be hushed to silence, and the oaths of the profane al unuttered chill.

Even "Old Pete," rough and untutored as he is, and so wicked too, halts while passing the door, to look on "our Bertie," exclaiming, "the little angel." Mother, thine is a holy calling, a sacred trust is committed to thy keeping in that darling boy," our Bertie," as you fondly call him. That beautiful, stainless soul is given thee to guard, to keep that angel, for thee to train for God and Heaven. Ponder well thine every word and look, thine every pressure of its tiny form, remembering that they each leave their impress on an angel's wing.

Another little wave

Upon the sea of life:
Another soul to save,

Amid its toil and strife.

Two more little hands

To work for good or ill;
Two more little eyes;

Another little will.

Two more little feet

To walk the dusty road;

To choose where two paths meet,
The narrow or the broad.

Another heart to love,
Receiving love again
And so the baby came,

A thing of joy and pain.

NUMBER OF STARS.

F the stars thousands are visible to the naked eye and millions are discovered by the telescope. Sir John Herschell calculates that about five and a half millions of stars are visible enough to be distinctly counted in a twenty feet reflector in both hemispheres, and thinks that the actual number is much greater. His illustrious father estimated on one occasion that one hundred and twenty-five thousand stars passed through the field of his forty foot reflector in a quarter of an hour. This would give twelve millions for the entire circuit of the heavens in a single telescopic zone; and this estimate was made under the assumption that the nebulae were masses of luminous matter, not yet condensed suns. But with the inerease of instrumental power, especially under the mighty grasp of Lord Rosse's gigantic reflector and the great reflector at Pulkova and Cambridge, the most irresolvable of these nebulae has given way; and the better opinion now is that every one of them is a galaxy, like our own milky way composed of millions of suns.

VOICES.

LISTEN to the roses,

Listen to the rills,

Listen to the breezes

Whispering o'er the hills.

They have each a burden
For the willing ear,
Saying to the listener,
God is ever near.
Listen to the rain drops,

Listen to the dew.
Listen to the sunshine
Whispering to you.
They are spirit voices,
Speaking to the heart—
Saying, God is near thee
Wheresoe'er thou art.

BY-AND-BY.

THERE's a little mischief-making
Elfin, who is ever nigh,
Thwarting every undertaking,
And his name is By-and-By.
What we ought to do this minute,
"Will be better done," he'll cry,

"If to-morrow we begin it;"

"Put it off!" says By-and-By.

Those who heed his treacherous wooing,

Will his faithless guidance rue;

What we always put off doing,

Clearly we shall never do.

"HER

AN EVENING WITH PAPA.

ERE comes papa!" exclaimed little Kate Elton, who had been standing sometime in the library window to catch the first glimpse of papa's hat when he should come home from the city. Edward! Susie !" she continued, "Here's papa coming. make haste and come in. This is papa's evening with us you know."

Edward and Susie were soon in the study; and when Mr. Elton had seated himself comfortably in the easy chair, her little voice was heard again beseechingly, "Now, papa, a very pretty story tonight, if you please!"

"A very pretty story, Katie ?" replied Mr. Elton, "why, I think I have almost got to an end of all my stories. Shall I tell you what happened as I was coming home to night?"

"Yes, do papa !" said Edward.

"As I was passing Lawrence Academy," began Mr. Elton," the boys were just turning out, and one great boy was pushing right and left with such violence that finally he threw one little fellow against the iron gates, and hurt him very much. Upon this another boy came up, his eyes flashing with anger, and shouted, 'I say, Tom Harton, we won't allow you to be always pushing about in this way; you're always knocking boys down; you've burt Fred Dinley very much. I shall tell the Doctor of you.'

"You tell the Doctor! you cowardly fellow,' replied Tom Harton, 'what business is it of yours, pray? You are always bullying me, and I won't stand it. We'll see which of us is master!' And he stood erect in a menacing attitude, which the other boy, whom I recognised as Will Langford, instantly assumed likewise. Mutual upbraiding was beginning again, and I doubt much if it would have