Choice Readings for the Home Circle | Page 2

My Place 312
Richest Man in the Parish 296 Ruined at Home 157
Speak to Strangers 360 Story of School Life 221 Success if the Reward of Perseverance 291 Susie's Prayer 32
The Belle of the Ballroom 40 The Fence Story 310 The Happy New Year 346 The Indian's Revenge 11 The Infidel Captain 319 The Little Sisters 368 The Major's Cigar 363 The Premium 58 The Record 25 The Right Decision 29 The Scripture Quilt 354 The Ten Commandments 81 The Widow's Christmas 374 The Young Musician 244 Tom's Trial 50
Unforgotten Words 263
With a Will, Joe 385 "What Shall It Profit?" 115 Why He Didn't Smoke 217

Poems
A Christian Life 89 Alone 341 An Infinite Giver 137
Believe and Trust 39
Consolation 111
Did You Ever Think? 279 Do With Your Might 387
Forgive and Forget 318
Good-Bye--God Bless You! 165
Life That Lasts 213 Loving Words 362
Mother 28
"Once Again" 114 Our Neighbors 66 Our Record 373
Reaping 216
Song of the Rye 156 Stop and Look Around! 309
The Dark First 130 The Father Is Near 285 The Lord's Prayer 342 The Master's Hand 49 The Shadow of the Cross 46 The Way to Overcome 169 To-Day's Furrow 98
Walking With God 303 Watch Your Words 177 What Counts 57 What to Mind 367
Your Call 274

List of Illustrations
Home, Sweet Home Frontispiece While He Slept His Enemy Came and Sowed Tares Among the Wheat 44 Christ Blessing Little Children 76 Christ the Good Shepherd 124 Paul at Athens 172 Pure Religion Is Visiting the Fatherless and Widows in 207 Their Affliction Grandmother's Room 240 Come Unto Me 278 Christ in the Home of Mary and Martha 300 He Is Not Here; He Is Risen 336 God Be Merciful to Me a Sinner 354 Announcement to Shepherds 376

Pledges
Against the use of Liquor and Tobacco 391

THE SABBATH
Sabbaths, like way-marks, cheer the pilgrim's path, His progress mark, and keep his rest in view. In life's bleak winter, they are pleasant days, Short foretaste of the long, long spring to come. To every new-born soul, each hallowed morn Seems like the first, when everything was new. Time seems an angel come afresh from heaven, His pinions shedding fragrance as he flies, And his bright hour-glass running sands of gold. --Carlos Wilcox.

THE INDIAN'S REVENGE
The beautiful precept, "Do unto others as you would that they should do unto you," is drawn from our Lord's sermon on the mount, and should be observed by all professing Christians. But unless we are truly his children, we can never observe this great command as we ought.
History records the fact that the Roman emperor Severus was so much struck with the moral beauty and purity of this sentiment, that he ordered the "Golden Rule," to be inscribed upon the public buildings erected by him. Many facts may be stated, by which untutored heathen and savage tribes in their conduct have put to shame many of those calling themselves Christians, who have indeed the form of godliness, but by their words and actions deny the power of it. One such fact we here relate.
Many years ago, on the outskirts of one of our distant new settlements, was a small but neat and pretty cottage, or homestead, which belonged to an industrious young farmer. He had, when quite a lad, left his native England, and sought a home and fortune among his American brethren. It was a sweet and quiet place; the cottage was built upon a gently rising ground, which sloped toward a sparkling rivulet, that turned a large sawmill situated a little lower down the stream. The garden was well stocked with fruit-trees and vegetables, among which the magnificent pumpkins were already conspicuous, though as yet they were wanting in the golden hue which adorns them in autumn. On the hillside was an orchard, facing the south, filled with peach and cherry-trees, the latter now richly laden with their crimson fruit. In that direction also extended the larger portion of the farm, now in a high state of cultivation, bearing heavy crops of grass, and Indian corn just coming into ear. On the north and east, the cottage was sheltered by extensive pine woods, beyond which were fine hunting-grounds, where the settlers, when their harvests were housed, frequently resorted in large numbers to lay in a stock of dried venison for winter use.
At that time the understanding between the whites and the Indians, was not good; and they were then far more numerous than they are at the present time, and more feared. It was not often, however, that they came into the neighborhood of the cottage which has been described, though on one or two occasions a few Minateree Indians had been seen on the outskirts of the pine forests, but had committed no outrages, as that tribe was friendly with the white men.
It was a lovely evening in June. The sun