and all her paths are peace." That means Wisdom's ways, and
one of these paths is love; love to God and love to those around us.

You can well imagine that Josey's father and mother, and aunt and nurse,
were delighted in seeing him growing up to be a good boy; and each of
them were ready to assist him in correcting his faults.

He was neat and orderly; keeping his little treasures arranged nicely
in the drawers mamma gave him, and his clothes each on their own hooks
in his closet. But Joseph was not always prompt in attention to his
duties. He liked so much to hear the talk at table or at the fireside,
that it was a real trial to him to leave the pleasant company, and the
delightful things that were being said; and he often lingered when he
ought to have been on his way to school.

Aunt Fanny used sometimes, by an anxious glance toward the clock, to
remind him of his duty, for she hated to have her favorite reproved; or
his mamma would say gently, "You'll be late again, Josey." If the
conversation was very interesting, he would only push back his chair a
little and wait for papa to say,--

"My son, go this moment."

One day his mamma had a long talk with him on the subject of
procrastination, after which he did much better.

She explained to him that the meaning of the command, "Honor thy father
and thy mother," was not only that a child must obey when told to "go"
or "stay;" but he must strive in every thing to act as would please
them. He must honor them by anticipating their wishes, by acting when
they were absent as he knew they would approve if they were present.

She told him that he could please the Lord Jesus by a dutiful attention
to their desires, such as, always to be in season for school, or
punctual to any engagement, just as much as by being honest and
truthful. The dear Saviour would look into his heart and know he was
trying to do right out of love for him.

CHAPTER VI.

THE BURNED BABY.

The winter after Josey was eight years old, his parents received a visit
from their dear friends Mr. and Mrs. Matthews and little Rose. Two
infant brothers had died since they last met, and Rose was still their
only daughter.

Emma was now in her fifth year, and Rose only a few weeks younger.

Many a time during the visit, did the mothers and Aunt Fanny talk over
the mistake made by Mrs. Reed, at which no one was more sorry than Mrs.
Reed herself. Many a time they laughed over the question of the c