" I wish I had somo good friends to help me on ia this life!" cried idle Dennis with a yawn. " Good friends ! why you have ten ! " replied his m aster. " I'm sure I havcn't half po inany, and thoso I havf are too poor to help me." "Count your fiugers, my boy," said his master. Dennis looked at his large, strong hands. "Count thunibs and uil," addcd the master. " I huve ; thorc ure ten," snul the lad. "Then nevov suy that you havo not ten goo.i friends! eble to help you on in life. Tiy what thoso trne íricnds can do, before yöu begin RrumbKng and frettinp because you do not get help trom others." It' you :u-c not yöur own friend, it is foolish to rxpict otlio-s to beiriead you. Providenco only liclps those who L,elp themselves.