“And had you apples or peaches?”

“I used to throw small stones at the apples, and knock them off.  The peaches I could reach with my hand.  I had just as many as I wanted.”

The little orphan’s month in the country had been a sunny spot in his memory, clouded only by the unkindness of Elek towards the grandmother he loved so much.

How strange it is that children can ever forget how much they owe their parents!  When the widow Cahoon was young, she had watched over his infancy.  She had carried him in her arms, unmindful of her own weariness, and had done all for him that his helplessness required.  But now she is old; her eyes are dim; her hearing is impaired; her hands are tremulous, and she is unable to provide for herself.  Yet Elek’s heart is hard.  He has forgotten all her love, and will not even give her a home.  He cannot prosper.

I well remember, when a child, what a fearful impression a passage from the “words of Agur” made on my mind:  “The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.”  “Honour thy father and mother, (which is the first commandment with promise,”) Paul writes to the Ephesian children, “that it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.”

I should fear to hear Elek’s future history.  It must be dark and sorrowful.  His poor old mother uttered a groan, when, as she was talking about David’s mother, I asked if she had any other children.  “He isn’t kind to her,” explained its meaning.

    “Sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is
    To have a thankless child.”

I left David with Mrs. B——­, who will find him a home in some family where they wish to adopt a little son.  “He will make friends for himself,”—­she said, confidently, and I felt so also, for his sweet, intelligent face is too attractive and winning not to find its way to some loving heart.

When Mrs. B——­ talked with him about his mother, he wept.  She soon comforted him, and told him that God would provide for him.  He seems to possess a sensitive nature, with, at the same time, the power of self-control.

Who of you would like this orphan for an adopted brother?  He is only five years old.  I have written to a kind lady of my acquaintance, who has adopted two little girls, to inquire if she does not wish to add David to her household treasures.  There are many such homeless children in New York, and it is an act of Christian charity to adopt and educate them, and one which is rich in blessings to every heart that is open to receive the fatherless and motherless.

Mrs. B——­ would like to have adopted David herself but she has so much to do for so many orphan children, that she concluded she had not the time to devote to him.  She sent him to a place known as the Home of the Friendless.  This is a large brick house, built on purpose to shelter those who have no home of their own.  There are always many children there, who are kindly taken care of till homes can be obtained for them.  Those who are large enough attend school.