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DO THY LITTLE: DO IT WELL!
Let the world its javelins throw;
Do thy little. God hath made
Do thy little; and when thou
Then the little thou hast done,
These shall crown the pillowed head,
THE PLACE WHERE MONEY IS MADE.
THE PLACE WHERE MONEY IS MADE. You all know what money is. It is made of copper, or silver, or gold. It has on it the image of the King or Queen of the land. Thus when some bad people came to our blessed Saviour to tempt him, and asked him if they should pay the tri-bute, he said, “Show me a penny.” Now the penny had on it the head of the ruler, who was called Cæsar (Seesar). Then Jesus said, when they brought him the penny, and had looked upon the man's face on it—" Whose is this image and su-per-scrip-tion ?” And they said, Cæsar's. Then Jesus said, “ Give to Cæsar the things that are Cæsar's ; and to God the things that are God's.
Almost all money has on it the image of the king, or em-per-or, or queen of the land where it is made. The English money, our half-pennies, pennies, sixpences, and shillings have on them, if they are new coin, the image of the Queen. Some of the older ones have on them the images of King William, or of some of the Georges.
Now no one but the King or Queen can make money. Once the King would let others make money; but it is not so now,
All the money is
THE PLACE WHERE MONEY IS MADE.
made in one place, and the officers of the Queen make it. I think
will very easily remember the name of the place where money is made. It is called the Mint. It is a very large house in London, and this is a pic-ture of that great house.
Now I wish to tell you a fable. Once a young man was walking on a road, and saw some-thing bright on the ground. He picked it up. It was a golden coin -a sove-reign. Ever after, as he walked along, he was always looking on the ground. He hoped he might find another. He came, how-ever, to be very fond of money; and although he did not find any other piece of gold on the ground, yet he always had his eyes down-ward. He never let his eyes look look up from the mud and filth in which gold might be found. He died a rich old man. And yet he was always poor. He never saw the bright heavens above, nor thought of that Father whose dwell-ing is there. He did not look on the beau-ti-ful things about him, and only thought the world was as a dirty road to pick up money on as you walked along. His was a sad, sad end; and he began the next world—a beggar.
My readers, think of the saying of the Saviour, Lay up for your-selves treasures in heaven."
SAFE! SAFE! A VESSEL was once wrecked on a coral reef in the South Pacific Ocean. The crew got in two boats, and reached an island. The crew of one of the boats landed, and were soon seized and murdered by the savage people who dwelt there. The other part of the crew, warned by the fate of their comrades, escaped, and were saved by a ship which chanced to pass that
way. Some years after this, one of those men was again ship-wrecked, and thrown, with his companions, on that same island. They were in very great distress, and there seemed no hope of escape. The stormy ocean lay around them for thousands of miles, and as soon as the natives of the island should find them, they would be murdered without mercy. They hid themselves for a day or two in the woods, but hunger began to press them, and they came out, and climbed up a hill, from which they could get a view of the country.
Carefully they crept among the trees, fearing that every rustling leaf or breaking of a twig would betray them to their foes.
The sailor, who had seen his companions murdered