An old man who teaches in the country heard we had a number of Sunday-school papers, and asked us if we had any "overtures of Sunday-school literature" to give him.
One of the older boys was obliged to leave school to work. In the last prayer-meeting he attended he said: "It makes me feel very sorry when I think that next week my seat will be filled with my absence."
Another prayed that he might walk more "citcumspotly before the world."
"FREELY YE HAVE RECEIVED, FREELY GIVE."
(Written for a Missionary Concert held in the interests of the A.M.A.)
So free are the gifts of heaven,
So many the blessings which fall,
That, should we attempt to count them
We could not number them all.
For God is a generous Giver.
Who sows with a liberal hand
Shall reap a bounteous harvest
And gather the fruits of the land.
For 'tis God that gives the increase,
And oft it's a "hundred fold,"
And men are reaping in many ways
Aside from lands and gold.