mind me by their conduct to stop." The offending persons may not have the remotest idea of such a thing. Yet thus the people will look upon it, and the pastor will feel embarrassed and mortified by it.

Leave the church in a decorous and devout manner. Do not put on your overcoat or smooth your hat during the benediction. This is a solemn act of worship with which to close the services. Do not at once rudely rush out of the pew towards the door. Let not the closing amen be the signal for an irreverent haste to get out of the church, with which to show the people how very glad you are that the services are ended.

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In short-come in time, come in the right manner; begin devoutly with prayTrain the mind, and try your very best to fix it upon the acts of worship, for which people should visit the house of God. Do all you can to make the services solemn, pleasant and profitable. Always bear in mind that the object of attending a place of worship is not to see and meet a friend, or to display fine clothing; but rather to meet with and worship God, and secure the garment of Christ's righteousness. Here the purest thoughts, the highest and holiest desires, the kindest feelings, the most sacred affections, and the brightest hopes are enkindled and cherished.

"Here fix my roving heart,

Here wait my warmest love,
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above."

What to Teach our Sons.

A set of oracular maxims concerning "What to teach our Daughters" has been going the rounds of the papers, and finally found its way into the columns of The Independent (June 3d), whose selections are usually more sensible and in better taste.

Is not this thing somewhat overdone? Almost every country paper has a paragraph in the same strain. Pray tell us who has made the bread and the shirts and "cooked the victuals" and darned the stockings, etc., all this time, if not the daughters of the land? How long since the virtues of industry, thrift, and good management have been so mono

polized by the sons and so neglected by the daughters as to justify this continual grinding out of advice and admonition, as monotonous as the rumbling of the wheels in our streets, and as tedious as a twice told tale?"

We believe in fair play and equal rights, and see no reason why such Sir Oracles should expend so much wisdom and solicitude upon the education of the girls, and ignore the needs of the boys, who ought to have a share. For instance, when the daughters must be taught to "wear calico dresses and do it like queens," it may be well that the sons, to match their stateliness, should wear blouse and overalls like kings!

To make amends for the partiality hitherto shown, we have altered and amended the aforesaid set of maxims to apply to the other sex, that anxious parents may know what to teach their sons.

Teach them self-reliance. Teach them to make fires. Teach them to weed the garden. Teach them to foot up store bills. Teach them not to dye their whiskers. Teach them not to wear tight boots. Teach them how to saw and split wood.

Teach them how to black their boots and take proper care of their clothing. Teach them to eat what is set before them and be thankful.

Teach them how to darn stockings and sew on buttons.

Teach them every day dry, hard, practical common sense.

Teach them how to say No, and mean it; Yes, and stick to it.

Teach them to wear their working clothes like kings.

Teach them that steady habits are better than riotous living.

Teach them to regard the morals and not the money of the belles.

Teach them all the uses and proprieties of kitchen, dining-room and parlor.

Teach them not to have anything to do with intemperate and dissolute young men or with idle and frivolous young

women.

Teach them that the further one goes beyond his income the nearer he gets to the poor-house.

Teach them that a good, steady mechanic is better than a dozen loafers in broadcloth.

Teach them that God made them in His own image, and by no amount of tight lacing, tight boots, waxed moustaches, or by making smoke-stacks of themselves can they improve the model. -Independent.

Hard to Please.

A writer in the Christian Union gives the following objections against six ministers who had presented themselves as candidates before a vacant church, and another of whom they had heard:

The first minister was too old; he would not suit the young folks. The second, just from the seminary, was too young; the old folks said he had not experience. The third had experience. He had been in the parish three years. He was still young, with the elastic hopes and strong enthusiasm of youth. But he was a bachelor. The people pretty universally declared that the minister should have a wife and a house. The women all said there must be somebody to organize the sewing circles, and to lead the female prayer-meeting. The fourth was married, but he had three or four children. We could not support him. It seems to be no longer true,― "Blessed is he whose quiver is full of them." The fifth was a most learned man, who told us the original Greek or Hebrew of his texts, and, morning or evening, never came nearer to America than Rome under Augustus Cæsar. He was dull. The sixth afforded us a most brilliant pyrotechnic display. He spluttered, and fizzed, and banged as if Fourth of July himself had taken orders and gone to preaching. The young people were carried away. But the old folks all said he was sensational. Then besides those we heard, there is the Rev. Mr. C., who has the reputation of being a most excellent pastor. He is indefatigable in visiting the sick, in comforting the afflicted, in dealing with the recreant and unconverted. But Mr. Wheaton says emphatically he will never do for our people. "He is no preacher, Mr. Laicus," says he; "and our people demand first-rate preaching. You must remember that in the sum

Is not this a correct picture of what actually transpires in many churches? And should it not cover every generous face with the blushes of shame?

A Russian Foundling Hospital.

A half hour's drive through a fine old avenue of lime trees, and we alight in front of the Imperial Foundling and Orphan Asylum at Moscow. This magnificent institution lodges beneath its kindly roof more than twenty-five thousand children, two thousand wardens, male and female, nurses, teachers, and other officers. It annually expends upward of seven million rubles and receives some seven thousand children. Thus it deserves to rank among the wonders of the world.

In the great hall of this pillared structure the chief police-master, in blue uniform, salutes you with a formal bow. He is an important personagethe bugbear and terror of twenty thousand poor children, with power to inflict terrible punishments. He seemed, however, good-natured, and nodded with kind smiles to the children we met on our way to the church. He listened patiently, also, to the petitions of more than five hundred nurses in one of the many rooms. Indeed, an air of quiet contentment pervaded the whole immense establishment.

Its excellent management was thus clearly evinced. At length, after a half-hour's journey through the labyrinths of this colossal building, the perfume of incense, the song of a thousand sweet voices, and the deep bass of the priest, intoning the prayers, announced that we had reached the outer court of the church.

We moved past an army of kneeling nurses and overseers of the children, and stood beneath the cupola. Thousands of girls crowd the church (the boys being absent, engaged in outdoor pursuits). Those in bright yellow dresses in the gallery of the church were being educated as nurses; those in

green in the side aisles, for domestic service. The classes in dark-blue dresses sat in rows opposite the altar. In devotion every eye was fastened upon the priest, brilliant in red and gold, just visible, with his long, light falling hair, in a gray cloud of incense, behind the carved door of the shrine of the altar. Poor children!

the same plain, nourishing, well-served food. But in the death-like stillness and absence of joyful expression, there was something painful.

All at once a murmuring, like a wind-stirred forest, signifies that divine service is ended. Each class the yellow, the green, and last the blue-filed past us, like well drilled troops; but there was no smile, no pushing, no trick usual on such occasions in other children. The governor of such an institution ranks among the highest Russian generals; but he was affable, courteous, and in person attended us through the establishment.

We visit first the infant departmenta long suit of light rooms, each containing some fifty cradles, which, with their pretty gauze hangings, might well serve for royal babes. One thousand infants is the average number held by the institution at one time. Each nurse stood by the side of her cradle, and with an air of pride displayed her charge.

The position of nurse is eagerly sought for by the Russian peasant girl. Over one little cherub the governor fondly bends, and remarks: "I have taken more than two hundred thousand infants from the font." "But come," he said, "You must be present at dinner." Again, through many a gallery and corridor, we reach the door of the dining hall-a vast church, rather, and there are six others nearly as large just as the bell sounds. A throng of human beings in perfect order issue from the innumerable rooms and cells, and file by us. From a platform in the centre of an ocean of tables we can see all the children. Here the governor dines every day with the children, upon

I was deeply interested in the young ladies of the first class-not surpassed in elegance and refinement even by those of the first rank in London, Paris, or Berlin. They were proficient in foreign languages, music, and drawing. The room for the toys of the more youthful of the twenty-five thousand was next visited, where we saw models of every variety of tool and implement; also accurate plastic moldings of animals, birds, and fishes, from which the children learn faster than from books.

We then repaired to the elegant apartments of the first matron, a stately old lady, and took tea with her, who did the honors of the table with the most amiable politeness. "Summer and winter, day and night," she said, "the doors of the little lodge under the hall stand open." We receive an average of thirty per day; but neither name nor pay is required. A payment, however, of thirty rubles annually retains the child in the institution-i. e.. it is not put out to nurses. Two hundred and fifty rubles assures an education for an officer.

On reception, each child is numbered, registered, and baptized. A ticket is then put around its neck, and a duplicate given to the person bringing the child, in order that it may be reclaimed when twenty-one years of age. Whoever has once crossed the threshold of our house under the great stone pelican over the portals has a right to call upon us, in poverty or sickness, in care or sorrow, for our help. This hospital was founded by the Empress Maria, wife of Paul. She was, at least, its benefactress. It has the income of the Lombard Institution and has been endowed by many rich families. All public amusements, theatres, balls and concerts devote ten per cent. of their profits to

Christian duties. Rudeness and coarseness are blemishes on Christian character. Some one has said that "Manners are the shadows of virtue," implying that a man's heart may be known and read from his manners. Hence the best way to produce gentleness, kindness and politeness, is to seek to have the heart full of genuine love, which must shine out in the life. Cleanliness and tidiness are all gospel lessons which should be carefully instilled on every fitting opportunity. Care of the body, and the laws of health, should not be forgotten in incidental instruction. We would not introduce these subjects in the lesson-study of the schools, unless they are suggested naturally by the passage for the day; but in such schools especially, the teacher's work is by no means limited to the hour spent in class. It should be extended into the home, and should aim at the preparation of the children for life. Many missionschool teachers are accustomed to have their classes frequently at their own homes, and great good has been effected in this way. Then in sewing or industrial schools, these things may be taught. In every way, in fact, we owe it to ourselves, to the church, to society, to the Master, to seek the elevation of the poor, to aim to lift them up.

Precocity of Some Great Writers.

Milton had written a considerable amount of verse prior to his eighteenth year; Abraham Cowley's "Pyramus and Tishbe" was written at ten, his "Constantia and Philutus" at twelve; and these and other" poetical blossoms" were published when he was fifteen. Pope composed "The Ode to Solitude" and part of an epic poem "about twelve." All the writings of Thomas Chatterton were finished, and his own self-extin guished life was closed, when he had accomplished seventeen years and three months Collins's "Persian Eclogues were composed at seventeen; Henry Kirke White's works were all produced while he was yet in his twenty-second year; and we can scarcely forget Connop Thirlwall's "Primitia," written between eight and eleven; Leigh Hunt's "Juvenilia," or poems written between the age of twelve and sixteen; Shelley's "Queen Mab" at sixteen; Byron's

"English Bards and Scottish Reviewers" at twenty; Walter Savage Landor's "Poems," published in his twentieth year; year; and the "Lyrical Poems" of Alfred Tennyson, issued at the same age. Henry Taylor's " Isaac Commenus" was composed before he had attained his majority. Douglas Jerrold's first play, though not performed till his eighteenth, was written in his fifteenth year; and James Sheridan Knowles wrote his first drama at twelve years of age, for a company of stage-struck boys, among whom he was the "star."-British Quarterly Review.

Eastern Children.

Do you know how children are carried in the East? Not in the arms. as mothers and nurses carry their little ones in our country. What would you think if you saw a child sitting astride on the mother's shoulders, while she went to the well for water with her carefully balanced pitcher on her head? Well, that is the way that children are carried in the country where Jesus lived; that is, Palestine, or the land of the Jews; and not there only, but also in Egypt and many other Eastern countries.

The child sits upright on the shoulder, with one leg over the mother's breast, and the other between her shoulders. Have you read the beautiful blessings that Moses pronounced on the tribes of the children of Israel before he died? If so, perhaps you will remember what he said about Benjamin: "The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by Him; the Lord shall cover him all the day long, and he shall dwell between His shoulders." Do you not think that that means that God would always care for the children of Benjamin, just as a mother cared for the child that she carried, and could not forget him while his little legs dangled down between her shoulders? What a

beautiful promise! And it belongs not only to the tribe of Benjamin, but quite as much to us if we love God, and do what is right.-The Children's Friend.

Poverty and pride are inconvenient companions; but when idleness unites them wretchedness is complete.