“A SOFT ANSWER TURNETH AWAY WRATH.” A Christian man, who was hated by one of his neighbors for his religion, was once attacked by him with abusive words, at his own door. He bore for a time the violence of the other’s language, who called him all the ill names he could think of. When, at length, he ceased, being exhausted with passion; the other meekly, but kindly and sincerely replied to him, “Will you come into my house and take some refreshment?” This was too much. The enemy was softened――he was overcome with this Christian conduct, and burst into tears. This was indeed a triumph. * * * * * LINNÆUS. The celebrated Linnæus always testified in his conversations, writings, and actions the greatest sense of God’s omniscience. He was, indeed, so strongly impressed with this idea that he wrote over the door of his library――“Live innocently; God is present.” * * * * * “TRUTH HATH A QUIET BREAST.” When Swift was one day coolly and calmly arguing with a gentleman who had become exceedingly warm in dispute; one of the company asked him how he could keep his temper so well――“The the reason,” replied the dean, “is this――I have truth on my side.” [Illustration] The Love of Nature. Let me talk with pretty flowers, O’er the earth growing, Through the lovely meads and bowers, Everywhere blowing. Let me talk with pretty birds, Joyfully winging; Listen to their merry words While they are singing. Let me talk with gentle lambs, Frisking and prancing Round and round their happy dams, Skipping and dancing. Let me talk with summer clouds, Hear their gay story, Creeping to the west in crowds, Sparkling with glory. Let me talk with mid-day’s light, Now proudly gleaming; Whisper to the stars at night, When softly beaming. Let me talk with streams and floods, Winds o’er them flying; Let me talk with hills and woods, Echoes replying. Let me kneel to HIM, who lives Throughout all Nature―― Life and joy, and beauty gives, To every creature. True Stories of the Young. HONESTY THE BEST POLICY. A little girl was once passing a garden, in which were some pretty flowers. She wished much to have some of them; she could have put her hand between the rails, and picked some, and perhaps nobody would have seen her. But she knew this would be very wicked; it would be stealing. So, after thinking a little while, she resolved what she would do. She went to the mistress of the garden, and asked her very prettily to give her some of those nice flowers. The lady told her she had done right not to take them, and then showed her another garden full of plants and flowers, and gathered her a fine large nosegay.