I KNOW a person who sometimes sends presents to old ladies because they have brought up such good children. Do you ever, when enjoying the friendship, love, and assistance of dear, kind friends, think how much you owe to some aged, gray-haired, and worn-out mother, for rearing such good children? Do you ever show your thankfulness to the old mothers? 

F. Binns tells, in the Christian Era, about a Fiji Islander who did not forget the missionary's mother. 

Two Christian missionaries landed on an island in Fiji. They knew well the character of the people, but the people did not know their character. The savages came down, naked, clubbed, and scowling, ready to destroy the missionaries. One of the missionaries went up to the chief and bowing to him, said, "My love to you;" turning to the next, he said, "My love to you;" and so on to all. 

Very soon, the clubs were down, and friendly intercourse began, and the missionaries remained and preached in the island. A few years after, as one of these missionaries was leaving the island, a native followed the boat, and holding out a pretty little thing he had made, said: "Wait, wait, I want you to take this home to your mother. 

Great is my love to your mother. This is not much, but I made it with my own hands. Carry it home to 

your mother. 

Tell her that before you came I was a cannibal, and killed men and ate them; but now the love of God is burning in my heart; and if your mother had not loved me, and let you come to tell me that Jesus died, I should have been a cannibal to this day. Great is my love to your mother. Take this home to your mother for me."


FEW know how much they must know in order to know how little they know.