at suggested the
offering we now bring. We do not claim for it especial excellence. We
are aware that its pages have not uniform merit. When we state that they
are from the pens of twenty-five different teachers, few of whom are
accustomed to write for the public eye, we offer the only apology for
the imperfections of the work, which, in our judgment, the circumstances
of the case demand. If this explanation shall not cause the critic to
throw the work aside, we would welcome him to whatever pleasure he may
find in its perusal. Of the defects which it contains, we prefer to
share jointly the responsibility; and have, therefore, omitted to attach
signatures to the several articles. The shorter paragraphs, scattered
through the work, embody ideas from several contributions which have
been excluded by its narrow limits. Such as it is, we present it to the
public generally, and especially to our pupils, as a slight token of the
ardent love we bear them, humbly praying that the moral lessons it
contains may find a place in their hearts, and contribute to the
formation of such a character as involves within itself the highest form
of blessing.

TEACHERS OF THE SCHOOL STREET UNIVERSALIST SUNDAY SCHOOL, BOSTON.

CONTENTS.

Dedication
Preface
Remember me
Honor thy Parents
Uncharitable Judgment
Boys become Men
To the Portrait of Father Ballou
Susan's Repentance and Appeal to her Elder Sister
Little Emma
The Old Sabbath Schoolroom
The Hunter, and his Dog Jowler--A Fable
Take Care of your Books
My Niece
Teachers' Library
Scholars' Library
Agatha
Responsibility
Duty of Parents
A Scholar's Remembrance of the Pic-Nic of 1850
Rain Drops
Obey the Rules
The Ways of Providence
To Alberta
The Discontented Squirrel--A Fable
School Street Society
The Example of the Bee
The Morning Walk
True Satisfaction
Female Education
One Family
Summer Thoughts--A Fable
A Talk with the Children
Uncle Jimmy
The Child's Dream of Heaven
The Influence of Sabbath Schools
Memory
Selfishness
Trouble
Revenge
A Biographical Sketch
The Sabbath School Boys
Fear of Death
Ill Temper
Reading
A Sabbath School Excursion
Christ and Duty

OUR GIFT.

"REMEMBER ME."

"Remember me!" How swift the tide
Of memory glideth o'er the past;
Those sunny hours so quickly sped,
Perchance a few with clouds o'ercast.
But memory hath more lasting flowers,
Which Time's rude hand can ne'er efface,
The sweets we cull from fr