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Cook</h1> + <hr class="full" /> + <p> </p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus01.jpg' width='100%' alt='DEW DROPS' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <center> + <b>VOL. 37. NO. 8 WEEKLY.<br /> + DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILLINOIS.<br /> + GEORGE E. COOK. EDITOR.<br /> + FEBRUARY 22, 1914.<br /> + </b> + </center> + <br /> + <br /> + <br /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus02.jpg' width='350' height='151' + alt='DOING AND BEING by Julia H. Johnston' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>"We're all such little girls, Miss Lee. We can't do things for people. They have + to do things for us, all the time, don't you see? How can we do much helping?"</p> + <p>Little Grace Mayne looked into her teacher's face with earnest eyes as she said + this. The girls in the class nodded their heads and some of them added, "I don't see + how," and "Of course we can't do anything," while they waited for Miss Lee to answer + Gracie. The teacher had been talking to them about doing things for others, and had + tried to show them how much help was needed in this world, and how much there was for + all to do. Sunday-school teachers feel this so much, that no wonder they talk to + their classes about it.</p> + <p>"Well," said Miss Lee, as if she were thinking very deeply, indeed, "perhaps there + is really nothing that you can do to help others. Doing, seems to be a hard word with + you little maids. Suppose we drop that word and take another. A very great man once + said that when we could do nothing, we could still be something, for the sake of + other people. I would like to have you all see what you can be. That comes first, + anyhow. You have to be alive before you can talk, and walk, and think, and act. You + have to be willing before you can do anything, you know, and so we will see what we + can do with ourselves, before we try to do much for others. Shall we?"</p> + <p>"Yes, but I don't understand just what you mean," said Lucie Ray.</p> + <p>"Then listen," said Miss Lee. "When anyone does anything for you, suppose you try + to be truly thankful. When anyone teases you, see if you can be patient. If others + are cross, see how kind you can be. When others are sour, you must be sweet. I really + think you will have enough to do."</p> + <p>"We'll try," said Grace.</p> + <p>"That is right. Try, and keep on trying. There's one thing more: If you are + thankful, say so. If you are sorry for anyone, say so, and if you feel kindly, speak + kindly. These things ought to come out. But as you try to be patient and sweet, don't + go about telling it. Let other people find it out. They will, easily enough."</p> + <p>"How will they?" asked one.</p> + <p>"The other day," said Miss Lee, "someone gave me a rose. It was an American + Beauty. I put it in a vase in the parlor. There it stood, tall and straight, with its + green leaves like lovely garments around it, and the crimson flower, like a beautiful + crown above. Yes, there it stood, and never said a word. It never said, 'I am sweet.' + or 'How fragrant my breath is!' not once. But everyone who came into the room, even + when it happened to be dark, knew that the rose was there. Why?"</p> + <p>"It was so sweet. They smelled it," cried the class in chorus.</p> + <p>"Yes, that was it. By being sweet—not by saying, 'I am sweet'—it made + itself known in the room. Now, see how sweet and loving and thankful and patient and + thoughtful you can be this week. Think about being, instead of doing."</p> + <p>The next Sunday they talked over the week.</p> + <p>"I tried to be thankful and to say 'thank you,' when I ought," said Margie, + "'cause mamma says so much to me about that. It was hard to remember always, but I + tried."</p> + <p>"I tried not to be cross with Rex," said Ruth. "He gets my things and I don't want + him to. Sometimes I kept from being cross and sometimes I didn't. Once I slapped him, + but I was sorry right away, and kissed him. Then he didn't cry."</p> + <p>"To be sorry the minute we do wrong is one way to grow better," said Miss Lee. + "Don't be discouraged."</p> + <p>"Mamma said yesterday when she took Jack in the carriage and left me," said Grace, + "that if I would make Nettie contented and happy, it would be better than anything I + could do for her. So I played tea party with her, and was happy after a little + minute, and mamma said 'Thank you!' when she came back. Then I was gladder + still."</p> + <p>"I seemed to have a chance to be sorry for people," said Fanny. "Mrs. Bailey, next + door, had lots of trouble, and I went in and said softly, 'I'm so sorry. Mrs. + Bailey!' and she said, 'That helps a great deal.'"</p> + <p>After all this talk, and more words from Miss Lee, the girls made up their minds + to keep on trying to please by being right, and being bright, and they found, as + others may, that there is no surer way to give help and to do right.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>SCHOOLTIME ANYTIME.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>When you have a hard lesson what do you do with it? Fret and complain over it? + Look for someone to help you with it? Or do you brace up and tackle it bravely, + bringing all your best effort to it.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus03.jpg' width='400' height='162' + alt='When the School Yard Was White by Ellen D. Masters' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>Snow did not cover the school yard at Hamlet so often as not to cause a great deal + of excitement among the boys and girls, especially a deep snow—deep enough for + making snowballs and forts and snowmen.</p> + <p>So the day after the big snow that fell there one night, Mr. Newman, who had + charge of the third grade boys of the Hamlet School, found it a hard day to keep + order in his room; and a good many of the boys got low marks for the first time that + term.</p> + <p>How they did hate to leave the white school yard when the bell would put an end to + the short recesses!</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus04.jpg' width='650' + alt='How they did hate to leave the white school yard.' /> + </center> + <p>"I think it's a pity we have to be shut up in the schoolhouse all the time and not + get any good of it—when it doesn't snow here like this more than once till + you're grownup," Mr. Newman heard one little fellow complain.</p> + <p>Their teacher had liked to play in the snow as well as any of them when he was a + boy, and he wished that he had not been obliged to ring the school bell and spoil + their fun so soon.</p> + <p>When it was time to dismiss school that day, Mr. Newman looked very solemn and + said: "I think everyone of you boys deserves to be kept an hour more."</p> + <p>The thirty young faces that looked up into his grew very solemn, too.</p> + <p>Then their teacher smiled and said: "But instead of keeping you in, this time, I + will keep you out. I give every boy in the room permission to stay one hour after + school and play in the snow."</p> + <p>Thirty happy small boys went bounding out into the white school yard.</p> + <p>While they were building a snow fort and storming it with cannon-balls of snow, + their teacher wrote their "excuses"—one to be carried by each boy when he went + home from school an hour late.</p> + <p>When the joyous hour was over, Mr. Newman rang the bell and the boys came up to + the schoolhouse and were given their excuses. They thought it very funny to be kept + "out" an hour after school, instead of being kept "in," and to carry an excuse home + instead of to school.</p> + <p>"We will have poor lessons every day, if you will punish us this way, Mr. Newman," + said one of the biggest boys.</p> + <p>"This kind of punishment is given only when a six-inch snow covers the school yard + at Hamlet," said the teacher.</p> + <p>The boys all went happily home with cold noses and fingers and toes, but warm + hearts for their teacher, whom they were beginning to think was the greatest man they + knew.</p> + <p>"I tell you I'm going to be up on that geography and grammar to-morrow," said Fred + Walton.</p> + <p>"And I'm going to know how to do those examples to-morrow," said Leonard King.</p> + <p>And the next day the boys all had extra good lessons, if the school yard was + covered with trampled snow and the battered snow fort still under the trees.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>ELSIE'S ADVICE.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>"Now, Maud Anna Belinda," said Elsie, "I want you to sit up straight and listen to + me. I have something to say to you; something you should be glad to hear."</p> + <p>It was hardly worth while to ask Maud Anna Belinda to sit up straight, for she was + already straight, indeed, with her hands hanging down stiffly at her sides, and her + eyes right out in front of her.</p> + <p>"I have some good advice to give you," Elsie went on, "for your manners. There's + company manners and there's home-folks manners. Some people have very fine company + manners, but their home-folks manners are horrid. They make all their smiles in + company, and just have frowns and pouts and frets for the family; which of course, + you know, is very unfair and not nice at all. Some people don't divide theirs up; + they have manners that are just the same all the time. And this is a much better way, + especially if they are a pleasant kind, my dear.</p> + <p>"Some people get their manners at Paris, and some people's mothers tell them to + them when they are young. But my dear Maud Anna Belinda, if you want yours to be good + and lovely through and through, you must have a good and lovely heart that's full of + kindness and best wishes to everybody. Those are the sort they have in heaven, and + heaven's a better place to get them from than Paris, I guess.</p> + <p>"So now I'm done. And I will give you a kiss to remember it by."</p> + <p>If Maud Anna Belinda did not need Elsie's advice, that is not saying that some of + us may not.</p> + <p>—<i>Selected.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>"That boy looks like a gentleman," said poor little Harry, looking at that boy's + nice clothes and then at his own poor ones.</p> + <p>He got on a street car. Soon he gave up his seat to a woman, and picked up her + gloves.</p> + <p>"You're a little gentleman," she said.</p> + <p>You can be a gentleman, no matter how shabby your clothes.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus06.jpg' width='550' height='133' + alt='HOW THE DAY WAS CHANGED By MARY E. BAMFORD' /> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>Ralph and Emma and little Paul were sitting in a big circle. There were others in + the circle, too. There were the eight dolls, and the little wooden dog that squeaked, + and the fuzzy little rabbit that squeaked, and the lop-eared toy donkey, and the tiny + elephant that stood alone. So many toys, and yet nobody seemed happy but baby Paul, + who was trying to swallow his two little thumbs.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus05.jpg' width='474' height='300' + alt='So many toys and yet nobody seemed happy but baby Paul.' /><br /> + <b><i>So many toys and yet nobody seemed happy but baby Paul.</i></b> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>In the middle of the circle was a tray with little dishes, and Emma held a tiny + cup in her hand, for the children were just finishing a make-believe dinner party + that had water and two apples for refreshments.</p> + <p>"Winter parties, when its raining outdoors, aren't much fun," grumbled Emma.</p> + <p>"It'd be lots nicer if we could have our party outdoors, and pick apples off + trees," grumbled Ralph.</p> + <p>"Twees," echoed baby Paul, trying to swallow his thumbs.</p> + <p>"It just rains and rains," said Emma dolefully.</p> + <p>"Wains," echoed baby Paul.</p> + <p>Baby Paul had stopped swallowing his thumbs. What was it he saw in Emma's face? + Was everything so bad?</p> + <p>"Yes, it just rains and rains," complained Ralph dolefully.</p> + <p>Baby Paul looked at Ralph, and saw the same thing he had seen in Emma's face. Oh, + thing's must be very bad when big brother and sister looked so sad! It must be nearly + time to cry!</p> + <p>Back of the children was a nice warm fire in the grate. The room was comfortable, + but baby Paul missed something from the atmosphere. He could not have told what it + was, but he began to whimper.</p> + <p>"Don't you go to crying!" said Emma crossly. "It's bad enough to be shut in by the + rain without your crying."</p> + <p>Baby Paul cried softly to himself. Thumbs were no comfort now.</p> + <p>Emma went over to the window. She looked dolefully out at the rain. By and by she + saw a man going into a house on the corner. The man had a case with him.</p> + <p>"Oh," said Emma to herself, "that's the doctor who went there yesterday! The Brown + baby must be real sick."</p> + <p>The doctor stayed a good while. By and by he came out again into the rain. Emma + ran to the telephone in the next room, and telephoned to the Browns. Yes, the baby + was very, very sick.</p> + <p>Emma came back softly into the room where the fire burned so comfortably. Baby + Paul was still crying softly to himself.</p> + <p>"The Brown baby is dreadfully sick," said Emma softly. "Oh, dreadfully! Lizzie + Brown was crying when I telephoned to her. They don't know whether the baby will + live."</p> + <p>Ralph and Emma looked at baby Paul. Both children had the same thought. Emma ran + to baby Paul, and hugged him.</p> + <p>"Oh, baby darling!" cried Emma. "Baby darling, I couldn't stand it if you were + sick!"</p> + <p>"Goo!" said baby Paul, looking at Emma's face. That ugly something that was in her + face awhile ago was not there now. Baby Paul smiled. If big sister's face was all + right what was there to cry about?</p> + <p>Ralph went to the window and looked toward the Browns. Then Ralph went to baby + Paul and hugged him. Baby Paul crowed for joy. Big brother's and sister's faces were + all right!</p> + <p>"You darling!" cried Emma. "Let's play menagerie for him, Ralph."</p> + <p>So pretty soon the little elephant and the fuzzy rabbit and the wooden dog and the + lop-eared donkey were being hurried about at so lively a rate that baby Paul crowed + and shouted for joy. What fun it was to be a well baby, when big sister and big + brother smiled at him! And the rain just poured outdoors! But everybody was + happy.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>LIKE WASHINGTON.</h3> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"I wish that I could be as great</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>As Washington," said Joe.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"You can, my dear," his mother said,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>"If you but will it so."</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"But how?" urged Joe. "I cannot do</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>The things he did—to be</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>As great as he was would just mean</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>A General, you see."</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"A General, my little lad,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>You can be if you will.</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>A climbing boy can always reach</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>The summit of tho hill.</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"But to be great, we first must be</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>Brave, kind and good and true;</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>And Washington was all of these,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>Though but a boy like you."</span><br /> + <br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>"Perhaps," said Joe. "I'd better try</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>To be just good, and when</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>I am as old as Washington</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 3em;'>I may be like him then."</span><br /> + + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Helen M. Richardson.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>A SCHOOLROOM SWEEP.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>The girls at Dorothy's school—the little ones as well as the big + ones—had to do something that very few schoolgirls have to do nowadays, and + that is to sweep the schoolroom—a large room that had to be swept every day + after the closing hour.</p> + <p>Do you think that you would like such a task? Well, some of the big girls at + Dorothy's school didn't like it either; but little Dorothy and most of her little + mates thought it was a great honor, and they liked to have their turn come to + sweep.</p> + <p>Dorothy had not been to school for quite one year, and the teacher had never + appointed her to be one of the sweepers. Dorothy wondered why. She swept the porches + at home, and mother said she did it well, too. She did so want to sweep the + schoolroom when Amy Brown did, for there were always two of the small girls, each + sweeping half of the room.</p> + <p>Day after day the teacher called the names of those who were to perform the task. + Day after day Dorothy listened with a fast-beating heart and was disappointed.</p> + <p>One day Lena swept almost the entire floor alone. She was younger than Dorothy, + too, but she did her work so poorly that the teacher had to do it over after Lena had + gone. Dorothy knew, for she watched, hoping the teacher would tell her to do it.</p> + <p>At last one rainy day there were but a few at school, and those who were there had + recently swept the floor. As the teacher glanced around before making the usual + appointment, she looked at Dorothy, and Dorothy turned red in the face with + excitement. Perhaps the teacher thought the shy little girl was afraid to be called + on; anyway, she passed her by and called on Lena Webb—Lena Webb and Amy + Brown.</p> + <p>Oh, oh! Dorothy could hardly keep from crying with disappointment, and Lena came + near crying because she was asked again so soon.</p> + <p>Dorothy stayed, waiting for Amy to walk home with her, and of course she watched + the work.</p> + <p>She looked with disapproval at the streaks of dust that Lena was leaving, and + finally she pointed them out to Lena. She was astonished when Lena threw down her + broom, and cried out, "You just sweep it yourself, Dorothy Wenning!"</p> + <p>Before the teacher could interfere Dorothy snatched the broom, + exclaiming—"All right—I just <i>love</i> to sweep!"</p> + <p>The teacher said nothing, but she noticed how evenly and clean Dorothy was doing + her work, and when the task was done she said to Dorothy, "My dear, you have done so + very well to-day that I am going to appoint you and Amy to sweep again + to-morrow."</p> + <p>How happily and eagerly Dorothy skipped home to tell her mother that at last she + had been allowed to sweep the schoolroom floor.</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Mary A. Spaulding Hatch.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>LITTLE WHITE RIDING-HOOD.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>In the New Year's box from Aunt Jo there was an unusually lovely present for + Leslie. It was really two presents: a beautiful warm white coat and a black velvet + hood, both trimmed with soft, white fur around the edges.</p> + <p>Leslie was very happy, and hurried to put them on.</p> + <p>"Oh, mother," she cried, looking at herself in the mirror, "I'm a Little White + Riding-Hood instead of a red one!"</p> + <p>"So you are!" said mother laughing. "I hope Granny Wolf will not eat you up."</p> + <p>Leslie laughed, too, and clapped her hands. "Oh, I'll go and see Granny Graham and + play she is the wolf, only she is ever so much too kind to eat anybody. I ought to + have something nice to take her, mother, you know Red Riding-Hood did."</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus07.jpg' width='344' height='456' + alt='"Oh, I’ll go and see Granny Graham and play she is the wolf."' /><br /> + <b><i>"Oh, I'll go and see Granny Graham and play she is the wolf."</i></b> + </center> + <br /> + + <p>Mother gladly packed a basket with doughnuts and red apples, but Leslie was not + satisfied. "I can take doughnuts any time, I'd like to take some of the oranges from + Aunt Jo's box."</p> + <p>Mother looked a little surprised. "Are you quite sure you can spare them, dear? + You do not have oranges very often."</p> + <p>"I'd like to," Leslie insisted earnestly. "I don't believe Red Riding-Hood was + selfish, and I'm sure White Riding-Hood doesn't want to be."</p> + <p>So mother put in three big yellow oranges, and Leslie ran down the hill with her + basket. Granny Graham was a tiny, sweet old lady who lived in a tiny cottage at the + foot of the hill.</p> + <p>Leslie knocked at the door and a pleasant voice called, "Come in." Leslie opened + the door and stood inside in her pretty furry things, feeling quite nice and shivery + over even playing that Granny was a wolf.</p> + <p>"Good-morning, Granny," she said, "I'm Little White Riding-Hood."</p> + <p>"Good-morning, my dear," said Granny, smiling, "how nice you look."</p> + <p>"Oh, Granny," cried Leslie, "'what bright eyes you've got!'"</p> + <p>Granny's bright eyes twinkled with fun as she answered, "'The better to see you + with'."</p> + <p>Leslie giggled; that was just the way it went in the story. "'Oh. Granny,'" she + went on playing, "'what long ears you have!'"</p> + <p>"'The better to hear you with,'" answered Granny; which was all very funny because + the ears peeping out from under Granny's cap were tiny like the rest of her, and did + not hear any too well at best.</p> + <p>After that, Leslie held her basket a bit tighter and said, "'Oh, Granny, what + sharp teeth you've got!'"</p> + <p>"'The better to eat you with,'" laughed Granny, "I'm sure you look quite sweet + enough."</p> + <p>Leslie ran over and put the basket in her lap. "The oranges are sweeter," she + said, "please eat those instead."</p> + <p>"All right," Granny agreed, "if you will give me a kiss with them, that will be + next best to eating you."</p> + <p>In her heart, Leslie thought it was much better, and while Granny Graham ate one + of the oranges they both decided that the story of Little White Riding-Hood had a + much pleasanter ending than the old one in Leslie's book.</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Marion Mallette Thornton.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus08.jpg' width='500' height='102' alt='Knowledge Box' /> + </center> + <h3>Musical Hespie and Her Play.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>Little Hespie, the wood mouse, sang sometimes as long as nine minutes. Her song + usually came forth when she was at play, or exercising in some way. One time she + became especially delighted because her wheel squeaked when she turned it. You know + how pleased a boy is when his hobbyhorse creaks. So Hespie, too, enjoyed the new + noise; but it so drowned her pretty little warble that a drop of oil was put in the + wheel to stop the creaky sound.</p> + <p>Poor Hespie became quite excited over this change, and bit the wires of her wheel. + So a plan was made to soothe poor mousie's feelings. A small strip of stiff paper was + placed in such a way that it hit the wheel every time it turned and so made a nice + little noise. Hespie forgot her trouble and worked at the wheel joyously, making the + paper noise and singing her pretty song at the same time.</p> + <p>If Hespie had not had her wheel to play with, her life would have been quite dull. + One time her wheel was corked up so that she could not go inside. She became quite + angry and ran in and out of her bed-box, hardly knowing what to do. Her rage did not + last long, however, and she was soon frolicking about the cage and singing. The song + sounded at first like the cooing of a dove; then it changed to quick notes more like + the cuckoo; and, after that, the noise was like the tapping of Mr. Woodpecker on a + tree.</p> + <p>One of Hespie's favorite games, which she played with the children, they called + "hauling in the lines." She seemed never to grow tired of it. The children would hold + a long cotton cord, while Hespie sat upon her hind legs and pulled it in like a + sailor, hand over hand. Then the children would pull it out again just to see her + pull it in.</p> + <p>Happy little Hespie often sang when she ate. One day a small twig with insects' + eggs on it was handed to her. She sat up straight in her cunning way, took the twig + in her hands, and held it in her mouth. While she nibbled, she sang; so that she + looked very much like a little musician playing a fife.</p> + <p>—<i>Written for Dew Drops by Susanne C. Umlauf.</i></p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>When we wish to help others, it is wonderful how many ways open before us.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <h3>OUR LESSON.—For Feb. 22.</h3> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>PREPARED BY MARGUERITE COOK.</h4> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <p>Title.—Faith Destroying Fear.—Luke 12:1-12.</p> + <p>Golden Text.—Every one who shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of + man also confess before the angels of God.—Luke 12: 8.</p> + <p><i>Beginners Golden Text.</i>—<i>He careth for you.</i>—1 Peter 5: + 7.</p> + <p>Truth.—Jesus claims as friends before the angels of God those who claim him + before men.</p> + <p>1. The people loved to listen to Jesus as he taught them.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus09.jpg' width='400' height='254' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>2. Sometimes they crowded so closely around him that they trod upon one + another.</p> + <p>3. One day in a crowd like this Jesus spoke to his disciples quietly.</p> + <p>4. He warned them to beware of some of those in the crowd who would like to teach + them things that were not true.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus10.jpg' width='400' height='311' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>5. Jesus said people who tried to hide their evil ways and pretend to be good were + hypocrites.</p> + <p>6. He warned them that nothing can be hidden from God.</p> + <p>7. In the end those who try to deceive are found out.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus11.jpg' width='400' height='336' + alt='Be Sure Your SIN Will FIND YOU OUT' /> + </center> + <p>8. Jesus said God knows and loves us.</p> + <p>9. He loves even the little birds and all things that he has made.</p> + <p>10. Jesus said five sparrows are sold for two farthings, yet God does not forget + one of them.</p> + <center> + <img src='images/illus12.jpg' width='400' height='363' alt='Illustration' /> + </center> + <p>11. God loves and cares for us his own dear children, and Jesus said that even the + hairs of our head are numbered.</p> + <p>12. Jesus told his friends to fear no one but do right and trust God.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>QUESTIONS.</h4> + <p>What is the Golden Text?</p> + <p>What is the Truth?</p> + <p>1. To whom did the people love to listen?</p> + <p>2. How closely did they sometimes crowd around him?</p> + <p>3. What did Jesus do one day in a crowd?</p> + <p>4. Of whom did he warn them to beware?</p> + <p>5. Who did Jesus say were hypocrites?</p> + <p>6. What can be hidden from God?</p> + <p>7. Who are found out?</p> + <p>8. Who knows and loves us?</p> + <p>9. What else does he love?</p> + <p>10. What does God not forget?</p> + <p>11. Who loves and cares for us, and what did Jesus say about the hairs of our + head?</p> + <p>12. What did Jesus tell his friends to do?</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>LESSON HYMN.</h4> + <p><i>Tune</i>—"Jesus loves me, this I know," omitting chorus (E flat).</p> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Love and honor God will give</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Unto all who try to live</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>True and faithful to their Lord,</span><br /> + <span style='margin-left: 2.5em;'>Keeping his most holy Word.</span><br /> + + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Title of Lesson for March 1.</h4> + <p>Trusting in Riches and Trusting in God.—Luke 12:13-34.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Golden Text for March 1.</h4> + <p>Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.—Luke 12:34.</p> + <hr style='width: 45%;' /> + <h4>Beginners Golden Text for March 1.</h4> + <p><i>He careth for you.</i>—1 Peter 5:7.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus13.jpg' width='500' height='114' + alt='Thoughts for Mothers' /> + </center> + <h3>Encourage Your Child to Read.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>As early as possible let your children be encouraged to read, and see that they + are provided with books and papers adapted to their capacity of mind. Some parents, + be it said to their shame, consider money spent in this way as unnecessary or even + wasted. A more erroneous idea of economy never existed. Books are great educators. A + mother should be more careful to provide her children with good books than fine + clothes; should spend more time in teaching and training them than in decking their + bodies for show and display. Mothers, if you are obliged to practice economy, do not + commence to save in your children's books and papers; let it be in something else + first. While, however, the mind is being trained and improved, care should be taken + that the spiritual part is not neglected. While your children are reading books by + various authors, have a care that they do not neglect the reading of the Bible, the + Book of books.</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <center> + <img src='images/illus14.jpg' width='500' height='114' + alt='Advice to Boys and Girls' /> + </center> + <h3>Treat Them Kindly.</h3> + <br /> + + <p>Most of us are fond of pets, and it would be hard to find the boy or girl who + didn't want either a dog or a kitten. It is small wonder, for a dog is a very + faithful friend, and anything more delightful than a tiny, fluffy kitten, full of fun + and spirits, it would be hard to find. But sometimes these pets do not have a very + easy time of it. Only a few days ago we saw a little boy out on the sidewalk with his + kitten. He was enjoying himself, but the kitten wasn't, for he would pick it up and + throw it across the yard, till poor pussy mewed pitifully. Now, if our boys and girls + are going to have pets, they ought to learn to treat them very kindly, just as they + would wish to be treated themselves.</p> + <p>You may think, perhaps, that your dog belongs to you, and for that reason you can + do with him just as you please. But do you ever stop to consider that Rover or Don + may not enjoy being kicked and beaten and pulled about any more than you would if you + were in his place? That is something that we must think about. We might have been + born helpless, in the power of other and larger creatures. But it has pleased our + Father to make us what we are, and to give us the power over his other creatures, and + for that reason we should be very kind and gentle with them. He wishes us to be + merciful, and so we have his promise that those who are merciful shall have mercy + shown them, if ever they come to be in need of it. And then, that it may be very + plain to us, he tells us that "the merciful man is merciful to his beast." That means + that he is kind and gentle to all the creatures that he has anything to do with, to + his horse and his cow, to his dog, and even to the tiny kitten that ties itself up + into a ball, chasing its own tail. Isn't this promise worth trying for?</p> + <hr style='width: 65%;' /> + <p>[Entered at the Post Office at Elgin, Ill., as Second Class Mail Matter.]</p> + <p>Price Of Dew Drops.—In lots of five or more, to one address, 20 cents per + copy per year, or 5-1/2 cents per copy per quarter. Address,</p> + <p>DAVID C. COOK PUBLISHING CO., ELGIN, ILL.</p> +<p> </p> +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14148 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |