entleman can be when he is out in society, but who snaps up his
mother and speaks unkindly to his father, I would not give the snap of
my finger for his religion. If there is any man or woman on earth that
ought to be treated kindly and tenderly, it is that loving mother or
that loving father. If they cannot have your regard through life, what
reward are they to have for all their care and anxiety? Think how they
loved you and provided for you in your early days.

A MOTHER'S LOVE.

Let your mind go back to the time when you were ill. Did your mother
neglect you? When a neighbor came in and said, "Now, mother, you go
and lie down; you have been up for a week; I will take your place for
a night"--did she do it? No; and if the poor worn body forced her to
it at last, she lay watching, and if she heard your voice, she was at
your side directly, anticipating all your wants, wiping the
perspiration away from your brow. If you wanted water, how soon you
got it! She would gladly have taken the disease into her own body to
save you. Her love for you would drive her to any lengths. No matter
to what depths of vice and misery you have sunk, no matter how
profligate you have grown, she has not turned you out of her heart.
Perhaps she loves you all the more because you are wayward. She would
draw you back by the bands of a love that never dies.

FILIAL INGRATITUDE.

When I was in England, I read of a man who professed to be a
Christian, who was brought before the magistrate for not supporting
his aged father. He had let him go to the workhouse. My friends, I'd
rather be content with a crust of bread and a drink of water than let
my father or mother go to the workhouse. The idea of a professing
Christian doing such a thing! God have mercy on such a godless
Christianity as that! It is a withered up thing, and the breath of
heaven will drive it away. Don't profess to love God and do a thing
like that.

A friend of mine told me of a poor man who had sent his son to school
in the city. One day the father was hauling some wood into the city,
perhaps to pay his boy's bills. The young man was walking down the
street with two of his school friends, all dressed in the very height
of fashion. His father saw him, and was so glad that he left his wood,
and went to the sidewalk to speak to him. But the boy was ashamed of
his father, who had on his old working clothes, and spurned him, and
said:

"I don't know you."

Will such a young ma