much. Mr. Sasked a good woman in his congregation to visit her, and she, too, was much pleased with her. He went again himself very soon, and talked to the little girl for some time. He took up her hymn-book, and found several of the leaves turned down. He read some, and asked her why she liked them. "Because it is just as I feel, sir," she said. They were beautiful hymns, and such as no one could feel who had not been taught to feel them by the Spirit of God.

I think Mr. S saw her a third time, but I am not quite sure. The next time he went he saw the little bedstead in the corner, but the little girl was not on it. The mother was in the room, and Mr. S turned to her for an explanation. "Well, I will tell you about it," she said. "On Saturday I was peeling potatoes by the window, and she called, 'Mother!' I went to her, and she raised

herself up in the bed, and put her arms around my neck, and said, 'Mother, I want to speak to you, and I want to kiss you. I am going to die; but I am so happy. Oh, mother, do go to hear Mr. Spreach, and ask father to go; and do let my brothers go to the Sundayschool. Oh, mother, I am so happy!' She went on so till she was quite tired, and she let go my neck, and fell back on the bed. I went on peeling my potatoes, and when I turned round she was dead."

Mr. Swas very sorry that he had not been there when the dear little girl died. Two or three days after, he thought that he ought to go and see the poor wicked mother, and try to do her good. He found the house shut up, and he knocked and knocked without getting any answer. At last a woman looked

out of a window in the next house, and asked what he wanted. "I want Mrs.

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woman, you will not find her. The father has been sent to prison, and the mother and children went away in the night, and no one knows what has become of them." Then Mr. S felt thankful that God had taken the dear child to be with himself.

My dear little readers, this little girl had only heard one sermon, but she attended and believed. Perhaps you have heard many without feeling or minding them, or being any the better for them. Is it not time for you to seek the Lord?

THE CLAY AND THE POTTER.

HELEN was an amiable, but highspirited girl, who was apt to think some of her class-mates in the Sunday-school rather too low for her to rank with, and