THE MONKEY AND THE PITCHER-PLANT, His words were fierce to a red man's ear, Years fled, and again by that flowing stream No longer his eye bore a savage gleam, But a placid smile o'er his features ran, Though the skin of that man was white. "There's joy," he said, "to the red man's breast Read of the white and red man's Lord, When this sinful earth He trod!". 255 He had yielded at length to the white man's sword; But that sword was the WORD OF GOD! Christian Treasury. THE MONKEY AND THE PITCHER-PLANT. Two brothers, Englishmen, were once travelling on foot from Dondra Head, the southern extremity of the island of Ceylon, towards Candy, in the interior, about one hundred and twenty miles northward. They started upon their journey very early in the morning, and expected to accomplish it in three or four days, though, as the sun is so exceedingly warm in that country, they intended to rest during the heat of the day under the shade of the many broad-leaved palm-trees that grew by the side of the road. They had travelled some distance when the younger stopped, and gazing inquiringly around, said, "I surely heard a cry, Robert, as if some one was hurt. Let us look and see what it can be," he added, as a low moan now distinctly reached their ears; it proceeded from a group of cocoa-nut trees that grew on their right hand. The brothers sprung hastily, but cautiously forward, and searched carefully around, till at last the elder exclaimed, laughing, "Here it is, Arthur; come and see;" and as his brother turned towards him, he pointed to a monkey, who having fallen from one of the overhanging branches of the fruit-tree, had hurt himself very severely. "Poor fellow," said Arthur; and taking him up, he tore a strip from his handkerchief, and bound the wounded limb, and then turned to resume his journey with the monkey in his arms. "You surely," said Robert, "do not intend to take that disgusting animal as your companion to Candy!" "Do you think," replied Arthur, "that I would leave this poor helpless creature to die of his wound? No; he shall be my companion until he is cured, and then he may return as soon as he likes to his home in the forest." The two brothers travelled on their way, though the elder could not sometimes refrain from joking the other about his companion. They had journeyed two days, and were about half-way from the place of their destination, when the heat became exceedingly oppressive, and the numerous springs which had heretofore flowed along the side of the road, became dried up, and they began to suffer for want of water. Their strength was failing, they felt as if they could proceed no further; and on the morning of the fourth day, when within about thirty miles of Candy, both brothers sunk down THE MONKEY AND THE PITCHER-PLANT. 257 at the foot of a palm-tree exhausted and parched with thirst. "Must we die here?" exclaimed Robert with a groan. "Trust in God," replied Arthur, raising his eyes towards heaven. Suddenly the monkey, who was resting by his side, sprang up and ran eagerly along the road, as if he were searching for something. At last he returned, and seizing Arthur by the arm, endeavoured to draw him along with him. "How strangely he acts," said the young man ; "what can he have found?" And summoning all his strength, he arose and followed the animal. When he reached the spot, what met his delighted eyes? There, growing in luxuriant abundance, was the silky, downy pitcher-plant, or monkey-cup; so called on account of its being sought after by those animals for the purpose of quenching their thirst. The flower is the shape of a cup, about six inches in length, and one-half in diameter; it is furnished with a lid, which opens and shuts with the changes of the weather, and is filled with pure water, a secretion from the plant. The two brothers drank of the water, and were refreshed; and when they at last reached their home, they related to their astonished friends how the monkey had been the means of saving their lives. "Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all"-Child's Paper. He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city. -Prov. xvi. 32. WHAT I SAW IN MY WALK. ONE day last winter I went out to take a walk. It was a cold, bright morning, but I put on my warm shoes, and thick cloak and soft furs, and did not feel the cold at all. I was very comfortable, but I forgot to thank God for the blessings of warm clothes and good health and plenty to eat. Presently I noticed a little girl coming toward me. She had no shoes or stockings, and every time her little bare, red feet touched the frozen bricks, the toes would curl up with pain and cold. She had a very thin and worn calico dress, no shawl, and only a sun-bonnet to keep her head warm. Her lips were so cold and blue that she could scarcely speak, but she managed to ask me for some money to take to her mother; she said they had no fire and nothing to eat. I I asked where they lived, and she told me the place: it was in a miserable little alley away down town. gave her some money, and told her where to find a kind lady who visits the poor people in that part of the city. The little girl thanked me, and as I walked on I drew my cloak closer around me, and thanked God in my heart, that he had given me a good home, good food, and warm clothing. I turned round the corner of the street, and saw a boy sitting on a door-step just before me. He had an overcoat, but it was very much worn, and torn in many places. A crutch was lying by him, and looking down I saw that he had but one leg. He was very pale, and said he felt sick, but his father made him go out to beg. I spoke kindly to him and gave him some money; and as I left him I thanked the good God that he had given me health and strength, and that I was able to walk on my own two feet without leaning on a crutch. Soon I came to a store, where I bought some little tracts for children, and then started homeward. As I walked quickly along, you may be sure I was thinking of all I had seen that morning, and I was so busy with my thoughts that I scarcely noticed a child who was sitting on a door-step, until I had passed. Then I thought ". "perhaps it is another poor child," so I turned back to see. It was a little girl about ten years old; she had a pretty good shawl, and a hood drawn very far on, so that I could not see her face, while her little brown hand was held out for money. I put some in it, and then I said, "What is your name, little girl?" She said, "Bianca.” I took out one of the little tracts I had bought, and said, “Wouldn't you like to have a little book to read while you sit here, Bianca?" She answered in a very sweet tone, "I am blind, lady!" and when I looked in her eyes, I saw that it was indeed so. As I looked at the poor child, and thought how she sat there through the long hours, in perfect darkness, though the bright sun-light was |