The Baby's Lesson

rival sects cryinp:, "Lo, here is Christ." The devil is the author of all contentions and division, and although the translators of 1611, in their revision, endeavored to put forth a Bible which should be

acceptable to the two great religious parties of that day, yet they failed to preserve peace, unity and concord. On almost every page of the history of Christendom, there is evidence of the devil's handiwork. Wherefore, in the words of Micah, "The heads thereof judge for reward, and the priests thereof t'each for hire, and the prophets thereof divine for money; yet will they lean upon the Lord, and say, Is not the Lord among us?"

THE BABY'S LESSON.

She was only a golden-haired little tot, barely two years old. But she was so bright and quick, so dainty and sunny that when she was taken sick, the whole house seemed in mourning. "How is baby?" asked papa, forlornly, as he came in at night. Dot heard him, for the nursery was just at the head of the stairs, and the door was open. And back came a faint little voice, half pleading, half laughing, half commanding, "Peak as 'oo do when 'oo're laugh- ing, papa!" That was the baby's lesson, and the whole household remembered it, even after Dot was all well again. It's hard to make the voice cheerful, and the face sunny, at all times. But it is pleasanter and more helpful for those around us when we do. Selected from Herald of Union, Mammoth, Utah.