on't Worry Club"

Mrs. Sangster says that we hear a good deal in this age, as if it were
a novelty, about the futility of being anxious, and people have
established "Don't Worry Clubs." But the first "Don't Worry Club" was
begun by our blessed Lord Himself when He said: "Take no thought for
the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of
itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof." He bade us
consider the lilies growing in their beauty and purity without a
thought, and taught us the true way of living without care, without
solicitude, bearing all burdens lightly, and having continual joy on
our faces. Only those who have the indwelling Christ in their hearts
can walk through this world with bright and glad looks, because they
know that, let come what may, their Father is leading them safely.

The Story Followed Him

While I was at a convention in Illinois an old man past seventy years,
got up, and said he remembered but one thing about his father, and
that one thing followed him all through life. He could not remember
his death, he had no recollection of his funeral, but he recollected
his father one winter night taking a little chip, and with his
pocket-knife whittling out a little cross, and with the tears in his
eyes he held up that cross, telling how God in His infinite love sent
His Son down here to redeem us, and how He had died on the cross for
us. The story of the cross followed him through life; and if we tell
children these truths, they will never forget them.

The Fatal Sleep

Some time ago a vessel had been off on a whaling voyage, and had been
gone about three years. The father of one of the sailors had charge of
the light-house, and he was expecting his boy to come home. It was
time for the whaling-vessel to return. One night there came up a
terrible gale. This father fell asleep, and while he slept his light
went out. When he awoke he looked toward the shore and saw a vessel
had been wrecked. He at once went to see if he could not yet save some
one who might be still alive. The first body that came floating toward
the shore was, to his great grief and surprise, the body of his own
boy! He had been watching for that boy for many days. Now the boy had
at last come in sight of home, and had perished because his father had
let his light go out!

I thought, what an illustration of fathers and mothers to-day that
have let their lights go out! You are not training your childre