e;
For I've read that God sees us
In all that we do,
And is with us
Everywhere."

Well done, John;
Your father and mother obey,
Try ever to please them;
And mind what they say,
Even when they
Are absent from you;

And never forget that,
Though no one is nigh,
You cannot be hid from
The Glance of God's eye,
Who notices all
That you do.

Principle Put To The Test

A youngster at school,
More sedate than the rest,
Had once his integrity
Put to the test:--
His comrades had plotted
The orchard to rob,
And asked him to go
And assist in the job.

He was very much shocked,
And answered, "Oh no!
What! rob our poor neighbour!
I pray you don't go;
Besides, the man's poor,
His orchard's his bread;
Then think of his children,
For they must be fed."

"You speak very fine,
And you look very grave,
But apples we want,
And apples we'll have;
If you will go with us,
We'll give you a share,
If not, you shall have
Neither apple nor pear."

They spoke, and Tom pondered--
"I see they will go;
Poor man! What a pity
To injure him so!
Poor man! I would save him
His fruit if I could,
But staying behind
Will do him no good.

"If this matter depended
Alone upon me,
His apples might hang
Till they dropped from the tree;
But since they _will_ take them,
I think I'll go too,
He will lose none by me,
Though I get a few."

His scruples this silenced,
Tom felt more at ease,
And went with his comrades
The apples to seize;
He blamed and protested
But joined in the plan,
He shared in the plunder,
But pitied the man.

Cowper

Advice

Who steals a pin
Commits a sin
Who tells a lie
Has cause to sigh.

When ask'd to go
And sin, say, No!
The guilty breast
Is ne'er at rest.

You must not sin
A world to win
Why should you go
The way to woe.

The Boy And His Mother

In Aesop, we are told, a boy,
Who was his mother's pride and joy,
At school a primer stole one day,
And homeward then did wend his way.

He told his mother of the theft,
While she, of principle bereft,
Patted him on the head and smil'd.
And said, "You are my own dear child."

She praised him for the cunning feat,
And gave him a nice apple sweet.
In course of years