LET the sickle alone,” said a farmer to his son, who was left in the field while the reapers went to dinner.

James obeyed his father for a time ; but at length he grew lonesome, and took up a sickle “just to look at it.” He then felt its edge, and then thought he would ” cut one handful.” In so doing he cut his little finger, inflicting a wound which rendered the middle joint useless for the rest of his life. When it was healed, an ugly scar and a stiff finger were lasting mementoes of his disobedience.