"Think on these things." — Phil. iv. 18.
I WAS once hearing a Bible-class their Scripture repetition. The children all said their verses
Then I asked the meaning of a word; there was silence.
Next I asked a little maid,
"What commandment ought you to think of if you are tempted to till an unkind story, which was
not quite true, about some other girl?"
So I made up a little verse and said it to the class. When they heard that it was rhyme,
they listened at first with smiles of pleasure. But when I gut near the end, and left them the last word to fill in, I can tell you some of them looked grave, and some a little bit cross.
This was my rhyme:-
You can lead it horse to water,
They all guessed quite well what the word was that I did not say. But though it was on the tip
of every one's tongue, only one little fellow of ten, who was not a bit ashamed, shouted out the missing word.
But you cannot make him drink.
You can get the class to answer,
But you cannot make them --- "
You can tell me, I am sure, what the word was.
This little book will help you, I hope, to think.
You will, I expect, soon come to love your evening portion, and some of you will call this your favourite book.
It is meant to help you to think, not to think for you. It will remind you of many things which you have been hearing and learning since you were quite a little one.
You are growing fast now, and every month as you turn to the beginning of the book again, you will have grown a little taller, you will be able to run a little faster, to jump a little higher, to do a little harder sums, to read longer words. You will be slowly growing, growing, till, if God spares your young life, you will come to be a big boy or girl; and then, so soon! you will be grown up.
God grant that you may be a thoughtful man or a thoughtful woman.
This little book comes from a true friend of children, bringing a smile and a prayer. Perhaps your unknown friend who writes it sighs a little when he remembers that some of his readers will not think. They will not take pains to remember.
But you will think, won't you? You will say, "My little book — my 'Day's March,' — has spoken a word to me to-day. I will go to sleep to-night thinking of my daily portion, till the angel of sleep
lays his gentle fingers on my closing eyelids, and shuts them up till the morning."
"Our Father!" I am Thy child. I fear I am often disobedient and foolish, wilful and forgetful: but Thou art merciful and kind; and I pray Thee, for my Saviour's sake, to put Thy Holy Spirit in my heart, so that I may think of all things that are good and true. Bless this little book, and make. it to be my friend and comforter, and grant that, in the month that is now beginning, it may do me good; for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.