There was once a teacher in old New England who taught a little district school, who had the gift of reading the possibilities of her children and trying to develop those possibilities. Her name was Miss Crochet. She could easily tell whether the disorderly boy was vicious or suffering from an overdose of animation. She understood children. One day while she was at prayer, a little boy in her class laughed out loud. After the prayer she said, "Who was that laughing while I was praying?" A little bit of a fellow held up his hand and said he did the laughing. The teacher said, "What were you laughing at?" "Something that Billy said, who sits next to me." "Billy, what did you tell him that caused him to laugh?" "I saw a little mouse." "What did you say about that mouse, Billy?" He said, "While Miss Crochet was saying her prayer a little gray mouse ran down the stairs." Of course, all the children laughed and the teacher said, "That was very bright, Billy. I think you have got the making of a poet in you. At least I am going to satisfy myself on that point." So Billy was called to the front. Miss Crochet, wanting to find out something about the boy, looked down at him and said, "I wonder if there is a possibility of making a poet out of this child." It certainly sounded so when he composed his first lines of poetry. So she said to him, "I will see whether you are a boy of mischief and interrupted my prayer as a disorderly act, or whether it was simply an overflow of an unrestrained impulse to say words poetically. I will give you three minutes to compose another line. If you do it in that time, and it is as good as your first lines, I will not punish you, but if you do not, I shall bring my rod down over your shoulder." So she said to him, "Compose your lines in three minutes or take your punishment." One minute passed, the second minute passed and there was no response from the boy. The teacher said, "There is only one minute left, now speak or be punished." The little fellow lifted up his head and said, "Here I stand by the side of Miss Crochet, when she brings down the rod, I intend to dodge it." She laughed, they all laughed, she said he would make a bright boy. She encouraged him in the writing of lines and he afterwards became a poet of fame. She understood Billy and so made Billy great. Don't forget the boy is all eyes. Fill them full of truth. What you tell him may "go in one ear and out the other" but what you show him will not go in one eye and out the other eye. What does go in the eyes will stick in the head. And so the truth is carved in with it. The boy likes to see things, so show him Bible truth. That is the way to interest him, It is a sin to make Bible truth uninteresting. Know the child, and that will go a long way to prevent you from committing this sin. C. H. WOOLSTON _Philadelphia, Pa._ =CONTENTS=