DID you ever see a well-dressed boy or girl compel a poor woman carrying a big basket or bundle to step off the sidewalk ? I have, and have also seen a glossy-coated boy or a silk-clad miss give such poor person a look of scorn which seemed to say : 'I am china, you are delf. Get out of my way! How dare you presume to stand in my path?' 'You civilized little boor,' I have said to myself at such a sight, 'you haven't a particle of politeness in you. If you had, you would pity that burdened woman and get out of her way.' If I have such an impolite boy or girl among my readers, I wish they would take a lesson from the life of Napoleon. When he was on the island of St. Helena he walked out with a lady one day. A poor man with a heavy pack met them. The lady kept straight on, but the ex-emperor gently waved her on one side, saying, 'Respect the burden, madam.' Respect the burden! That's a good motto. You will find that most of your schoolmates and friends carry burdens of some sort. Not on their backs, perhaps, but in their hearts. Little Maggie, for example, carries a burden of bashfulness. Respect it by being kind and gentle to the little one. Your friend Robert, whom you call a "slow coach," carries a burden of dullness. Respect it by explaining his lessons to him. Your mother carries a burden of sickness, your father of care and work. Respect their burdens by giving them love, and obedience, and help. In short, you must respect everybody's burden whom you know, and thus help make the world happier. Do you understand? Yes! Very good. Then mind you respect the burden!—S. S. Advocate.