d that he had
two brothers and a sister. "No other brothers?" "My younger brother
went off with the army many years ago, and no doubt was long ago
killed." Then the general said: "Soldiers, I am this man's younger
brother whom he thought was dead." And how loud was the cheer, and how
warm was the embrace!

Brother and sister, you need as much of an introduction to each other
as they did. You do not know each other. You think your brother is
grouty and cross and queer, and he thinks you are selfish and proud
and unlovely. Both wrong! That brother will be a prince in some
woman's eyes, and that sister a queen in the estimation of some man.
That brother is a magnificent fellow, and that sister is a morning in
June. Come, let me introduce you: "Moses, this is Miriam." "Miriam,
this is Moses." Add seventy-five per cent to your present
appreciation of each other, and when you kiss good-morning; do not
stick up your cold cheek, wet from the recent washing, as though you
hated to touch each other's lips in affectionate caress. Let it have
all the fondness and cordiality of a loving sister's kiss.

BE AGREEABLE.

Make yourselves as agreeable and helpful to each other as possible,
remembering that soon you part. The few years of boyhood and girlhood
will soon slip by, and you will go out to homes of your own, and into
the battle with the world and amid ever-changing vicissitudes, and on
paths crossed with graves, and up steps hard to climb, and through
shadowy ravines. But oh, my God and Saviour, may the terminus of the
journey be the same as the start, namely, at father's and mother's
knee, if they have inherited the kingdom! Then, as in boyhood and
girlhood days, we rushed in after the day's absence with much to tell
of exciting adventure, and father and mother enjoyed the recital as
much as we who made it, so we shall on the hillside of heaven rehearse
to them all the scenes of our earthly expedition, and they shall
welcome us home, as we say: "Father and mother, we have come, and
brought our children with us." The old revival hymn described it with
glorious repetition:

"Brothers and sisters there will meet,
Brothers and sisters there will meet,
Brothers and sisters there will meet,
Will meet to part no more."

I read of a child in the country who was detained at a neighbor's
house on a stormy night by some fascinating stories that were being
told him, and then looked out and saw it was so dark he