CHILDREN’S PAGE.

6 Washington Place,} Troy, N. Y., Dec. 31, 1880.}

Dear Mr. Hubbard: I remember your showing us the place where you put our contributions, in the great safe on Reade St., and your deciding where you met Aunty Lizzie before.

I will send a share of the money which we earned, for the American Missionary Association.

This Summer I devoted one of my broods to your society. The hen’s name was Nano: she had eight chickens. Two of them died, four were given to Papa for the hen’s feed, and the rest were sold for fifty-three cents.

This was this hen’s second brood.

Margaret had also a hen named Goldy, and her second brood was devoted to your society. She stole her nest in the bushes and hatched thirteen little, beautiful chickens;—five died, two are kept, and the three remaining ones were sold for eighty-eight cents. We earned money in other ways, so we each add the necessary sum to make it two dollars.

I send much love to you, and Miss Dodge. Your Loving Little Friend,

Mary F. Cushman.

A CRUMB FOR THE BOYS.

A clergyman on his way to a missionary meeting overtook a boy, and asked him about the road, and where he was going.

“Oh!” he said, “I’m going to the meeting to hear about the missionaries.”

“Missionaries!” said the minister. “What do you know about missionaries?”

“Why,” said the boy, “I’m part of the concern. I’ve got a missionary-box, and I always go to the missionary meeting. I belong.”

Now that is what we want. Every child should feel that he is “part of the concern,” and that his work is just as important as that of any one else. Linch-pins are little things; but, if they drop out, the wagon is very likely to come to a stand-still. Every pin and screw should be in working order, and every child should be able to say, “I always go to the missionary meeting. Why, I’m part of the concern!”—Exchange.