For The Children

An advertisement wliich some anxious paivnts liave inserted in a tlaily paper, with the view of discovering the whereabouts of a run-away boy, ends thus: "Will probably try to ship in New York." We could see it all as we read. The ad be'oved and cared for, carefully educated, and restrained for lus own yood i'rom ïuakmg certain friends or ndulgkig certain youthful wbims, [ancies that he will flnd freedom on the ocean, and runs away to sea. Many a boy has done it before. The boy stands upon the beach and watches the billows playing with each other, nul '11 sparkling in the summer sun. TL' ships vide upon it joyously. It jvoi nu libertyto offer in eoinpario with that of a sailor's life. He dreams of it in happy moments, and a little purental severity makes him say ;o hiraself : "Oh! if I were only away Crom all this on the sea!" And at last one day he runs away and ships as a common sailor. Does he (ind liberty, freedom, hapliness? My dear boy - you in whose mind the same dreams are dawning - I teil you that the life of a sailor is slavery such as you never dreamt of. The sea is free enough, but he is upon a few planks in the midst of it. The worst part of the vessel is his abode ; liis fare is hard, his work harder. Storm or shine, calm or gale, he must do his duty. No petting for him, no rest; af ter little sleep. The sickness and miscry of a "green hand" only excite the derision of older sailors. And many a lad who ran away to sea because he coula not endure his father's frown, flnds the rope's end harder to bear. If it is liberty you want, and ease, and freedom, stay onshore. ()ï course there are boys who choose to iollow the sea, and whose parents desne that they shoukt do so; but these go abroad knowing pretty well wh at lies before thein - prepared by admonition and advice, and all they have heard sailors teil of their voyages These make good sailors ; but the whitehanded, delicate lad who runs away from a luxurious home in order to be free of wholesome restraint, and with the idea that the sea is a refuge from all ills.suffers and repents often enough before his voyage is over. And if he reaches home alive, he is not apt to run away to sea again, neither is he missed uponnthe ocean save a3 a good joke. Butteretl Peas, in Choctaw. There was once a man who had studdied all his life and became very wise- so wise that lie could say "Bufctered pease," in Choctaw. Everybody loiikoil np to hím with groat admira art, ; nd the little children stopped ïeir play and put their tingers m f iieir nontis when he passed by. And vhen a little boy one day asked what as the use of saying"Buttered pease," i Choctaw, all the children standing ear that were properly brought up, ried out with astonishment : - "Why, y ou o.ught to know better!" "Of course.' "Why, how can you speak so!" Saying this gave them a feeling that liey had done a right and noble thing, nd made the little boy feel very igorant and miserable. 15ut at last the king heard how wise ,he man was, and he sent a herald to ïim congratulating him on having atained such results of his life-study, nd appointed a day when he would assemble his court and hear him say "Buttered pease," in Choctaw. So on the appointed day. the hall of the palace was filled with people eager to see and hear the wise man. The king and queen were seated on a splendid throne at one side of a raised platform, and at a given signal, a herald appraüched from the other side and made a long speech, introducing the man who wasto introduce the wise man; and when the herald had iinished, the man whom he introduced made a grand oration an hour long, saying how great the wise man was and praising his self-denying life in being willing to endure severe privation for the sake of being able to say "Buttered pease," in Choctaw. When he had finished and gathered up his einbroidered robes and passed olï the stage, a little man dressed in shabby clothes, with bright eyes, a bald head and spectacles, trotted up before the king, and stopping in front of him, put his hands together and made a queer little bow. Then, while all the people held their breath to hear, he said "Buttered pease," in Choctaw, and bowed again, turned about and trotted off the stage. And all the people gave a great cheer, and as they went home said to one another how grandly it sounded and what a learned man he must be. - St. Nicholas. Let Theni Sleep. Again does a friend of the children urge their parents to let them have all the sleep tliey Wtot. Because our païafits made our juvenile years miserable by compelling us to "rise with the lark" and all that nonsense, we shonld not tind satisfaction in subjeeting our own ehildren to the same torture. Upon this point the New York üvening Post has the following timely suggestions : It is one of the rules which it seems imperative with all paterfamilias to rightly enforcf, that their children must be punetually at the breakfast table, and of all the laws of the f amily this one is most irksome, especially in viication, wlien the young f olks romp furiously and doubly enjoy a morning nap. Ten months of the year ehildren have to be up and doing early mornings ; why not let them take comfort when the reins of the schoolmaster are loosenedy It is rarely that people sleep longer than their systems require. Unless necessary it is cruel to awaken the sleeper, even though the rising bell has rung. Growing ehildren absolutely need all the sleep they can get. Who knows if they have not been kept awako during the night by scarey dreams or a pain under their apron, when they are roused from sleep in the morning by some inconsiderate person 't Home is not home where any one who desires may not takehis sleep out, and where his breakfast will not be kept warm without being frizzled. And pateriamilias is a curinudgeon Ifhe ever looks cross these last days of vacation. even if the children do not delight in jumping from bed at a lixed tim