After a few cheery remarks, the committee was asked not to take any action just then, but to call a meeting and talk the matter over once more, with as many present as could be induced to attend, Uncle John asking permission to be present and make any suggestion that might occur to him, remarking, with an assuring nod of his head, that the Poplar Street Pansy Society need not and should not die yet if the girls and boys would let him keep it alive. The committee looked at each other surprised; the two boys somewhat ashamed of their part of the conference, Jennie ready to cry for joy. That night at her bedside she said: “I thank thee, dear Lord, for hearing me in my trouble. I thank thee for sending Uncle John just at the right time.” The boys went home in silence; but the brave girl dreamed of a good time coming. ========== NOVEMBER, you’re almost too dull, And cold and damp and drear; The turkeys say Thanksgiving Day They dread through all the year. —_Selected._ GAS. AFTER a time wood became scarce. In some parts of the country it could hardly be had for love or money. Then what? Ah! the Lord always provides, as he did the lamb in place of the lad Isaac, you remember. Some men were looking about one day among the hills of Pennsylvania, and they found a piece of a—wood house, sticking out of the ground with a bit of wood in it, though it looked no more like wood than a stone painted black does. But it shone so brightly that somehow they took it home and somehow, I can’t just say how, they got it to burn. Then they went back to the “wood house” and began to dig, and the more they dug the larger the wood house grew, until they could find no limits to it. Then many of the neighbors went at it with pickaxes and spades; then nearly all the people of the country—and now how many think you are getting wood there? A hundred? Ten thousand? Guess again. And can you guess what sort of wood it is; do you know of any one that knows how many cords of wood are in this house, and who piled it away there, and when? It does seem as though an army of children would have starved or frozen to death but for that fuel; found just at the right time, you see. But then, the great and loving Heavenly Father had such a wonderful Christmas present to surprise the world with, something better and cheaper than this black wood. Some say there is no God to take care of the poor working men and women, and they think one of the ways of doing it is by burning up the property of the rich, by strikes, and such things. Meanwhile the blessed God, whom these persons deny, often by one little word or act, opens up millions and millions of treasures for the poor workers, and alas! so many never thank him for it. “What was the treasure?” I was just going to tell you. Another big wood house bigger than all the barns, meeting-houses, opera-houses and mills in your country!