"God wants the boys, the merry, merry boys, The noisy boys, the funny boys, The thoughtless boys. God wants the boys with all their joys, That He, as gold, may make them pure, And teach them trials to endure; His heroes brave He'd have them be, Fighting for truth and purity, God wants the boys. "God wants the girls, the happy-hearted girls, The loving girls, the best of girls, The worst of girls. God wants to make the girls His pearls, And so reflect His holy face, And bring to mind His wondrous grace, That beautiful the world may be, And filled with love and purity. God wants the girls." [Illustration] CHAPTER XXXV. How Mr. Wesley settled a school-boys' quarrel.--Dr. Watts and little birds.--Mr. Wesley, loved and honoured.--A holiday for the children. HERE is a story of how Mr. Wesley settled a dispute between two quarrelsome school-boys. When he was an old man, seventy-three, he was staying with one of his local preachers, a Mr. Bush, who had a boarding-school. One day Mrs. Bush brought to him two boys who had been fighting. "Boys! boys!" said Mr. Wesley: "'Birds in their little nests agree, And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight!' You must make it up. Come now, shake hands with each other." Mr. Wesley, with his long white hair and beautiful face, looked and spoke so lovingly, that the boys did at once what he asked them. "Now," he said, "put your arms round each other's necks, and kiss each other." And the little boys did this too. He was just having his tea when Mrs. Bush brought in the culprits, and now taking two pieces of bread and butter, he folded them together and told each boy to break a piece off. Then he gave each of them a drink of tea out of his own cup. "Now," he added, "you have broken bread together, and you have drunk out of the same cup, now you must be friends." Then he put his hands on the boys' heads and blessed them. The next morning at family prayer he sought out the boys and blessed them again. The two lads never forgot this meeting with Mr. Wesley. One of them became a magistrate, and when he had children of his own he used to tell them this story of his school-days.