obby, if you ax him."

"But how can I ax him, if I don't know where he lives? and how could
I get: there when both my legs is broke?"

"Bobby, they told us, at the mission-school, as how Jesus passes by.
The teacher said he goes around. How do you know but what he might
come round to this hospital this very night? You'd know him if you
was to see him."

"But I can't keep my eyes open. My legs feels awful bad. Doctor says
I'll die."

"Bobby, hold up yer hand, and he'll know what you want, when he
passes by." They got the hand up; but it dropped. They tried it
again, and it slowly fell back. Three times they got up the little
hand, only to let it fall. Bursting into tears he said, "I give it
up."

"Bobby," said his tender-hearted companion, "lend me yer hand. Put
your elbow on my piller: I can do without it." So the hand was
propped up. And when they came in the morning, the boy lay dead; but
his hand was still held up for Jesus. And don't you think that he
heard and answered the silent but eloquent appeal which it made to
him for his pardon and grace, and salvation, to that poor dying boy?
I do, I do.

Bobby's friend had been once to the mission-school. He had but a
single talent; but, he made good use of it when he employed it to
lead that wounded, suffering, dying boy to Jesus.

"Good Friends." "I wish I had some good friends, to help me on in
life!" cried lazy Dennis, with a yawn.

"Good friends," said his master, "why you've got ten; how many do you
want?"

"I'm sure I've not half so many; and those I have are too poor to
help me."

"Count your fingers, my boy," said the master.

Dennis looked down on his big, strong hands. "Count thumbs and all,"
added the master.

"I have; there are ten," said the lad.

"Then never say you have not ten good friends, able to help you on in
life. Try what those true friends can do, before you go grumbling and
fretting because you have none to help you."

Now, suppose that we put the word talents, for the word friends, in
this little story. Then, we may each of us hold our two hands before
us, and say "here are ten talents, which God has given me to use for
him. Let me try and do all the good I can with these ten talents."

THE BEST THAT I CAN.

"'I cannot do much,' said a little star,
'To make the dark world bright;
My silvery beams can not struggle far
Through the folding gloom of night;
But I'm only a part of God's great plan,
And I'll chee