HOW BETTY WAS LOST AND FOUND.

father where I was; I did not know. I could'nt find my grandma's."

Then the man blew his horn three short, loud, glad blasts, which told the good news far and near. Tongue cannot tell what gratitude filled the hearts of those who heard it. The women cried for joy. Men who were still in the search left off, and quickly turned their steps towards the Fletcher's cottage.

Mrs. Fletcher, at the first blast of the horn, ran in the direction whence it came. And who can describe the mother's feelings when she clasped her darling child once more to her bosom? She could only sob and say, "Thank God, thank God!"

How came Betty to lose her way? the children will want to know. She ran into the woods after a squirrel, and could not find the path again. Were they not a happy family that morning-father, mother, and all the neighbours? Never was there such rejoicing; and they did not forget to praise God.

This will help us understand how happy our heavenly Father is when we are found. Found? Are we lost? The Bible says so. When we stray away from the right way we are lost. Jesus searches for us. He came on purpose to seek and to save the lost. He came to find us, and to bring us back to our dear

A FATHER'S LOVE.

heavenly Father; and he cries, "Come, come unto me." With sorry and sad hearts let us turn from our sins, and run into the arms of our Saviour. That makes joy in heaven. Yes, "there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth." You see then what makes the angels glad.

A FATHER'S LOVE.

A FATHER'S love-O yes! there is
A magic in the name;

A child's-a brother's-sister's-this
Is love, but not the same:

Not all their bosoms' warmest glow,
The feelings of the Father show-
This is a Father's love.

Now when upon the Mother's heart
A little head doth lie,

And mutual glances joy impart

In either parent's eye,

What pride his manly bosom moves,
To see his form, or her's, he loves-
This is a Father's love.

A FATHER'S LOVE.

And when the prattling infant speaks
The name the Mother taught,
And "Father" from its soft lips breaks
With thrilling magic fraught,

Some tender word is the reply,
Enforc'd by eloquence of eye-

This is a Father's love.

How blest his thoughts, when on his knee

The little scholar learns;

He fancies what the man shall be,
And sparks of mind discerns:

Those sparks set all his soul in flame,
The cause there is no need to name-
This is a Father's love.

Behold the boy through childhood speed,
And the more dangerous ways
Where many a pierced heart doth bleed,
Where sin rash youth betrays:
But there is still a guardian eye,
A Father's vigilance is nigh-
Such is a Father's love.

He bears his name in all his prayers,

If ever he doth pray;

Nor rids him of paternal care,

In life's declining day.

A FATHER'S LOVE.

A thousand friends have flitted past,
Their smiles decay, but his shall last-
This is a Father's love.

GOD, who is Love, his love displays
Beneath a Father's name,

To prove 'tis not a transient blaze,
But ever-glowing flame :

But here earth's loves all fade away,

Like twinkling stars in heaven's bright dayThis is a Father's love.

That Father taught by heavenly truth,
Who leads his child to pray,
"God, be my Father, guide my youth,

Nor leave my steps to stray,"-
That Father shall be blest indeed,
In having an immortal seed-
This is a Father's love.

A Father's love-O yes! there is
A magic in the name;

To watch his child-to press-to kiss-
Is love-but not the same

As that which doth divinely glow,
When hearts in God are mingled so,

And long eternity shall show,

Like this, a Father's love.

WHAT is this? It is a "Stag Beetle," and is so called because it has horns like a stag. these horns if you look at this picture.

You will see

This beetle is

large, if not one of the largest found in England. From the tips of its jaws to the end of its body it