Father, since I've come to know Jesus more, I've been very thirsty often," said little Charity. Then her father put his arm around her very tenderly, with the words, "Let him that is athirst come." But our story is long enough. It would take many more pages to tell of how poor Maurice came the next morning, and found, to his surprise, that both his friends were there to welcome him, and that Mr. March was Mr. John Matthew's head clerk, and would give him work as an errand-boy if he proved trustworthy; or of how on many a Sunday evening he and Charity would sit under the shade of a tree in the court, and how then she would tell him the story of the Fountain opened on Calvary, and that if only he would believe he would drink freely; or of how Maurice is learning to read, and goes Sunday by Sunday to the house of God, neatly dressed, and with thankful heart-all this, I say, would take too long to write. One thing more I must tell my young friends. Whenever either he or Charity passed by a certain drinking fountain in a crowded thoroughfare, whether thirsty or not, they look upon it as an old friend, whose voice reminds them of a loving invitation given by the Lord Jesus more than eighteen hundred years ago, but which is repeated still, "If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink," and "Whosoever will, let him take of the water of life freely." THE VALUE OF A PENNY. OSEPH WELLS | early taught the value of kind and was the son of a far- benevolent actions, and to avoid mer, engaged most selfishness. A striking conversaof the day assisting tion he had with his little sister a his father in the fields. few days ago suddenly occurred to "How can I better myself and improve others? I am without Ho had a little sister named May, who occasionally accompanied him to his work, and them both up in the fear of God. him. friends and money. "The thought had many conversations with him of an active, busy life entered his on religious subjects; for the father mind, and with it a strong desire was a good man, and had brought to exchange quiet, rustic country scenes for an active business in a large town. The idea grew in ing the fire with the bellows, and his mind, and not long after there engaged some time in deep thought was seen to enter the city of Lon Joseph was one afternoon blow and contemplation. He had recently lost his father, and was now don a lad about fourteen years of age. He was dressed in a dark an orphan, cast upon the world smock-frock, that hid all his under He had been apparel and looked as if it had been without means. |