PUZZLES FOR CHILDREN. BY UNCLE GEORGE. ANSWERS. 30.-The Tongue. James iii. 8. 31.-One. Gen. xxi. 32.-India. Esther i., 1. 33.-Isaiah. 34.-Joel, Asa, Chileab, Oshea, Benjamin.-Jacob, Laban. QUESTIONS. 38.-Give the name of the first Gentile convert to Christianity. Where is there an account of his conversion? 39. Slander destroys the good name of others. What does God say concerning it? 40.-What warnings does the Bible give about untruthfulness? 41.-The habit of intemperance has ruined great numbers for both worlds. How do the Scriptures speak of it? 42.-A descendant of Judah. One of David's captains. A city of Lower Egypt. What all good children render to their parents. The initials and the finals give the names of two brothers famous in early Jewish history. Memoirs. EDWARD GALLON. EDWARD GALLON was born at Felling Shore, near Gateshead, September 15, 1860, and died April 14, 1875, in the fifteenth year of his age. When but a child his widowed mother sent him to our Sabbath-school, where she herself had learnt the truth able to make wise unto salvation. His attendance was regular, until sickness had so reduced his strength that he was unable to attend. His conduct at school was very similar to boys in general, and sometimes not so good as his teachers desired to see. He was a good reader, and had a very general acquaintance with Scripture history. He was also very apt in answering questions proposed by the teacher to the class, or by visitors to the school. The superintendent visited him at his home soon after his absence from school, and was glad to hear him speak of the lessons he had learnt there. His mother states that after such visits he was thoughtful, and took more pleasure in reading the New Testament and the books that were lent him. Towards the last his strength very rapidly wasted, and his end was evidently at hand. On the 12th of April his teacher visited him. On seeing him he reached out his hand, and whispered, "All is well." was asked if he felt Christ precious. He said, "Yes. He loves me, and I love Him; and if I die I shall go and be with Him for ever and ever." His He teacher and a friend called shortly after, and repeated for his comfort some of the promises of the Scriptures, among them the Saviour's words-"In my Father's house are many mansions," &c. Before he could complete the passage the dying boy took it up, and in the sweetest manner said, 66 If it had not been so He would have told us." One of the teachers said, Edward, you will find a great number of children in heaven." " Yes," he replied;" but there will be room for me." On Wednesday, the 14th of April, his teacher hearing that he was very near his end, went to see him, and asked him if he had any doubts as to where he was going. He said feebly, "I am going to be with Jesus. There will be no tears nor pain nor death in heaven." Those present knelt and commended him and his weeping mother to His care who is a very present help in time of trouble. His teacher then took hold of his hand and repeated the promise of the Saviour to come and receive him to Himself, until the spirit had passed away and was carried by angels to the paradise of God. Those who stood around and observed how peacefully he passed away, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life, said, "Let my last end be like his." A large number of the Sunday scholars headed the procession as we bore his body away to its last resting-place, singing at intervals— "Death has been here and borne away, A brother from our side," &c. The prayer of the writer is that all our scholars may leave, like him, the testimony behind them that they have gone to be for ever with the Lord. J. E. S. Felling Shore, April, 1875. Poetry. 66 PEACE, BE STILL." Christ to the waves said "Peace, be still;" The troubled waters sank to rest, Submissive to their Lord. Though fear His trembling followers shook, When He arose, in His great power, And in our life when storms arise, When almost helpless in the flood, We think on Christ, who by His word, Ask Him for grace, who will supply Such is the Christian's earnest hope, When all the storms of life are past, Sweet rest to find in Heaven, SPES. A HAUNT OF CHILDHOOD. THERE was a meadow where, in days of old, Were then to me the richest of all dowers; I threw me down amid the grass to lie, And upwards gazed upon the azure sky, Wishing that I to the white clouds could sail Swift as the birds that thither seemed to fly, And whose light wings I thought could never fail : Oft have I craved, in after-hours of pain, For childhood's bliss and that green haunt again. ILLUSTRIOUS DUNCES. By TOM BROWN, Author of " A Year at School," &c., &c. M No. V. THE DUNCE WHO BECAME A PHILOSOPHER. ORE than two hundred years ago there lived with his grandmother, in the little village of Woolsthorpe, in Lincolnshire, a rather odd, quaint boy. Little Isaacfor that was the lad's name was of respectable parentage. His father, his grandfather, and his greatgrandfathers without number had been farmer squires in the village, and for hundreds of years his ancestors had resided at the old manor house. Isaac's father had died a few months before his birth; his mother had married again and gone to reside with her husband, the rector of a neighbouring parish; and so the little fellow had been left to the care of his grandmother, who seems to have been very fond of him. He was a very weakly child. At his birth he was so frail and puny that everyone thought he would quickly follow his father to the grave. And though careful nursing had enabled him to override the dangers of infancy, he was still so delicate as to set the old women of the village prophesying that he would never live to be a man; and so different from other boys as to make them say, as they shook their heads wisely, "He's far too wise to be long for this world." Isaac and his grannie seem to have suited each other very well. He doubtless had as much influence over her as grandchildren usually have over old ladies, and he appears to have been allowed to do very much as he pleased. No doubt the good old soul made a great fuss of her old-fashioned, weakly grandson; and we may be sure she kept him well supplied with cakes, tarts, and other toothsome delicacies; and always took care he was warmly dressed and well muffled up in the winter, so as if possible to falsify the predictions of the gossips, who said he could never be reared. Like all the other gossips, those of Woolsthorpe doubtless talked very often without much reason for what they said; but in this case it certainly did seem very probable that their words would come true. Isaac was a very thin, pale, delicate, grave-faced lad, and seemed to have none of the vigour or vivacity of boyhood in him. He scarcely ever played with the boys of the village or with the lads at school. They were much too rough for him. He had neither the strength to join in nor the spirit to enjoy their boisterous romps and noisy He kept apart from games. And yet he was not a sulking, moping lad. his fellows because he could not enter heartily into their sports. Nor must it be concluded that he was a diligently studious scholar, and that even during playtime he was learning tables and working sums. On the contrary, Isaac seems to have given little attention to his lessons. Perhaps grannie magnified his attainments, and was quite satisfied with his progress. If so, she must have been the only one who held so high an opinion of him, for he was nearly always at the bottom of his class, and though the teacher scolded and his classmates ridiculed, there he seemed perfectly content to remain. Perhaps the strongest reason why Isaac was so often alone was that he had a source of amusement which absorbed nearly all his thoughts and occupied all his leisure time, and which he could indulge in without a companion. He had somehow got hold of a few carpenter's tools, and had so practised with them that he could use the gimlet or the screw, the saw or the plane, quite cleverly. We are all familiar with the curiosity which prompts children to inquire how things are made. We know Mary Jane will not be quite satisfied with her new doll until she has found out what makes her ery when squeezed, and that Bob will not be content to go on playing his toy-concertina until he has found out where the sound comes from. In this respect our young friend Isaac was like other children; indeed his curiosity was greater, and harder to satisfy, than that of most. But even in this there was a difference, which marked him out as a very singular lad. Most children ruin their toys in the attempt to gratify their curiosity. By the time Mary Jane has found the location of her doll's lungs, the poor thing's sawdust constitution is generally ruined beyond repair; and Master Bob is sure to sit down and have a good ery because the sound won't come out of his concertina, now that he knows where it comes from. Not so Isaac. Not only could he take things to pieces, he could put them together again with wonderful skill. And so it was that while his teacher was frowning at him for his carelessness in the class, and thinking him a "dunce" for being always at the bottom, his schoolfellows were thinking him one of the cleverest lads they had ever known, since he could mend their toys and make them even stronger than they were at first. No wonder Isaac was a "dunce." All his thoughts out of school, and a great many of his thoughts while there, were fixed on his little stock of tools and the things he was making with them. And not only did our hero show his ingenuity in repairing toys, he actually made new ones from designs of his own. He had nearly always on hand some bit of machinery made of wood. He constructed many toys worked by water-wheels, which he could fix on the margin of the brook. He also made little rafts and boats, with sails and rudders so arranged that, by a careful study of the wind, he could sail them in almost any direction he wished. By diligent study he learnt the secret of the peculiar noise made by |