Your Evenings, Boys

Great boya and littlo boys, hore is a question which concerns yon all. How do you spend your eveniugs ? If your pafents or guardians allow you to go from home in the eveniug, where do you go, and how is this time spent by vou ? Kead this little account and thiuk of tho lesson ït tenehes. Joseph Glaik was as fine-looking and healtby a lad as ever left the oouutry to go into a city store. His check was red with health, his arm was strong and his step quick. Hris inaster liked his looks, and said : " That boy would make something." He had been a cierk about six months, when Mr. Abbott observed a change in Joseph. His cheeks grew pale, his eye hollow, and he alwnys seeined sleopy. - Mr. Abbott Piiid nothing tbr a while, - At leng'h, finding Joseph alone in the couuting-room ouo day, ho asked hiiu if be was well. " Pretty well, sir," answered Joseph. " Yon look sick of late," said Mr, Abbott. '' I have tho headaoho, sometimes," the young man faid. " What gives you the hendache ?" asked the merchant. " I do not know as I know, sir." " Do you go to bed in good season ?" Joseph bhished. " As early as most of the boarders," ho said. And how do you spend your eveoings, Joseph ?" " Oh sir, not as my pious mother would approve," answered the young man, tears standing in bis oyes. " Joseph," Sfiid ttie old merchant, " your oharacter and all your future usefulnoss depend upon the way you pass your eveniugs. Tuke my word for it, ït is a young tnan"s evenings that mako or break