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fine, he took a short walk into the country. But what has your new book to do with a letter to us, say some of his dear young friends. Well, only this. The book is about William Cowper. It was written by one of Uncle Joseph's “Favourite Authors,” across the seas,-Dr. Cheever, of America ; and it is written in the Doctor's best style. And do you know, as Uncle Joseph was walking through ! the fields,- very pleasant fields, and along rural lanes, reading his new book, every few minutes the thought of his dear young friends came up into his mind, and lie said to himself, “It is no use, I must write another letter to them. I will do it. Little things shall not prevent me. It shall be done soon.” Well he read on, mused on, walked ou, and now and then lifted his eyes from his book, and looked on the green fields-for though it is autumn and winter is at hand, here the fields are still green. The cattle were quietly grazing-very quietly, and I suppose very happy and contented. Here and there a bird was hopping on the branches of the trees, whose leaves are becoming “sere and yellow," and dropping on the ground. Here and there a bird was hopping on the branches of the trees, singing short notes-very short. The hills, or rather the mountains—the Yorkshire mountains, were stretching out at a distance-Roseberry Topping among them. People were passing and re-passing, some on business, some on pleasure ; air was bracing and refreshing, the sky was bright and cheerful-looking. At length I walked down into a valley, under shady trees, the leaves rustling on the ground. I crossed a stone bridge, ascended a little rising ground, and came to a village, a pretty village with a great name, Hawthorn. I saw some children at play, I thought of my dear young friends, and again says I to myself, I must write to them. So I turned my face toward home, still reading my new book, thinking of my young friends, and of my purpose of writing to them. So you see I have at length begun to do so.

When I begun this letter, I intended it to be about Cowper, but my nice walk, my new book, and my musing on them, have “spun so long a yarn,”—as the sailors say,

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that a new thought has come into my mind. I'll tell you what it is. Well it is this. If each of my young friends who take in the Sunday-school Hive, will try and get some fresh subscribers for the Juvenile Companion for next year, I'll try to write them a letter about Cowper for the February number, and will also promise to send them a letter almost every month during the year, If I can find time to do so. Now what say you? Will you try. That is an important word “ Try.You will see that if all who take in the Magazine now, shall continue to do go next year,—and of course they will, and also succeed in getting one additional subscriber, the number of readers will thus be doubled; we shall have twice the present number to write for, the Editor's hands will be made strong, he will rub his eyes, start fresh, look blythe, and begin the new year full of hope, full of courage, full of trust, and the year 1857, will be the brightest and best year that the Juvenile Companion has ever seen.

I hope each of my dear young friends will make the attempt, and when we meet and shake hands on the 1st of February, I trust it will be with a smile in all our faces. And now in closing, let me ask you each to pray, and let your prayer be, “() blessed Jesus, make me one of the Lambs of Thy flock. Be my Saviour, and bless Uncle Joseph. Amen.

Yours till February, 1857,


PROCRASTINATION. Does any bright-eyed little boy or girl wonder what that long word means? It means delaying,-putting off till another time what ought to be done just now.

Ellen has some work to do before she goes to school. She can easily get it done, long before school-time, if she begins it in season. But it is very pleasant out in the garden, where Ellen is playing with her little brother Jamie ; and so, when her conscience whispers to her, “You ought to go in and do that work now, Ellen;" the little girl answers,

“Oh! there's time enough yet. I can hurry and get it all done in a few minutes ;" and Ellen goes on with her play.

By-and-bye the whisper comes again, a little louder than before :

“It is eight o'clock, Ellen, you ought to go in."

“Well, I will go ;" Ellen thinks in reply, “I will go very soon.

There's plenty of time, yet though." “ Ellen !" calls the little girl's mother from the window; : 'come in, my child, and finish that work, before the bell rings for school.”

“ Yes, mother, just as soon as I've had one more race with Jamie ;" and Ellen runs laughing round the garden, in pursuit of her little brother.

Half-past eight!" she exclaims, as, hot and out of breath, she hurried, at last, into the house. "I had no idea it was so late.”

Tired and in a hurry, Ellen sits down to her work. She can sew both well and rapidly, but fifteen minutes is a very short space of time for all that she has to do. And then her hands treinble, and her cotton seems to take a strange pleasure in getting into knots, and her needle breaks, and, altogether, it is almost nine o'clock when ber work is done,

“ You will he late at school," her mother says, as Ellen folds her work and lays it hastily aside. " You should no: have played so long, my child.”

There is much trouble with these people who continually are putting things off. They always think theyhave time enough. They wait till the very last minute before they begin their work, then they begin it all in a hurry, and leave it only half done.

A much better way is to begin everything at the right time, and leave it at the right time, done and well done. !

“I HAVE NO INFLUENCE." Perhaps not for good, but then you have some for evil Are you siucere in your meaning that you really have po

influence ? Suppose that some one else were to say, " that it was of no consequence what you said or did, as you had no influence with any one,” how angry would

you be at the remark, and how soon would you show him the contrary! Yes; you have influence upon your relations and your circle of acquaintances, and you can move them by your example, conversation and prayers. Were you even in the cell of a dungeon, your writings, thoughts, and prayers, might penetrate the bars. You mean you have no influence in the church. But there again you are mistaken, for by your coldness and neglect you are injuring the church, being a stumbling-block in the way of others. God is putting it upon you to stem the progress


error, and your doing nothing does incalculable harm in allowing the flood to enter into the church, into your family, into your heart. Mark that person in his “Beneficial Society,” in his business, at an election; how he affects the whole circle around liim; but in the church a paralysis seizes him and he can do nothing; that is, he will not do it. God sent you into the world to be influential, and placed before you proper objects. You miy, indeed, direct your energies in another direction, but then you become an agent of evil, and severe shall be your punishment. A learned writer says, “ God furnishes men with bills of credit, but few draw to their full allowance;". some indeed will not draw at all. History is full of instances of the greatest results produced by the slightest

A little captive maid was once the cause of curing a great man of his leprosy, and thus showing the power of God.

Small as you may suppose yourself in the church, you may, with wholeheartedness, do much. You are unjust to yourself. Make the experiment, and in due season you shall reap if you faint not; and when you leave the world, instead of men saying that your life was useless, the results of your activity shall remain, and though dead you shall speak when the marble of your tomb shall have crumbled to dust. You mean that you cannot produce any great results. You cannot move society as many do by their wealth or eloquence. You


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thus judge of influence by some popular commotion, but console yourself with the reflection that little things multiplied by eternity, are more momentous than great things multiplied by time; that he who discharges bis duties to those around him, exerts an influence which Goi approves, and which He will continue when many of the events which so figure in history shall be forgotten. Ore of our eminent statesmen once remarked, that “picay. une compliments" went further than "great kindness." In like manner, numerous picayune duties are more influential than the doing of some great thing at occasions intervals; for an interval must elapse, otherwise, in public estimation, the event will not be great. It may be, however, that duties apparently so trifling may arrest more attention than you suppose. Angels may be watching every step of your Christian course with intense solicitude. Whether this be so or not, God has given pia influence, and objects on which to exercise it. He notices every act, and you are pleasing Him just as much as if you governed empires or moulded senates: Erer bear in mind that your influence is eternal; you shall kindla a light that will shine either as stars, or as brands of of eternal burning.

A little particle of rain

That from a passing cloud descended,
Was heard thus idly to complain-

“My brief existence now is ended:
Outcast alike of earth and sky,
Useless to live, unkuown to die."

It chanced to fall into the sea,

And there an open shell received it;
And after years how rich was he,

Who from its prison-house relieved it:
That drop of rain had formed a gem
To deck a monarch's diadem,


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