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That God will answer His people's prayer. Job xxii. 28.
In the darkest dispensations of Providence, God will direct

His people. Psalm cxii. 4 ; Mich. vii. 8; Psalm xxvii

1, xxxvii. 6. That wilful neglect of known duty is the only cause of the

sinner's guilt and punishment. John iii. 19. That wicked men are spiritually blinded by sin and Satan.

2 Cor. iv. 4. The certain destruction of the wicked. Job xxxviii. 15, xviii.

5 ; xlix. 19; Proverbs xiii. 9. The guilt and punishment of deceivers. Isaiah v. 20, 30. That Satan is the chief of deceivers. 2 Cor. xi. 14. The value of parental instruction. Proverbs vi. 23. The duty of early piety. Eccl. xi. 7, 8, xii. 1, 2. That it is our privilege and duty to be made pure and holy

by the merits of the blood of Jesus Christ. I John i. 7. That Christians are examples to the world, and ought to

exert a godly influence. Matthew v. 14, 15, 16. The glory of heaven. Revelations xxi. 11, 23, xxii. 5. That heaven is the final home of the Christian. Col. i. 12. COVENANT will be our next word.

Aunt Jane.

Ja ut and the Methodists.
WESLEYAN paper in Glasgow, Scot-

land, has the following story connected
with the building of the first Methodist
Chapel in that city:

“Mr. Atmore laid the foundation stone of the new building on October 10th, 1786, and cpened the chapel May 27th, 1787.

The work progressed so favourably, that in the course of a few


months the addition of galleries became necessary.

He at the same time met with considerable opposition and annoyance, some of the people employing what little wit they had in composing and singing songs in the streets at the expense of the ‘English laddie,' as they called him. All were not so intolerant, as the following singular conversation betwixt an old woman and her former pastor will show :

Pastor.-Ha, Janet, woman, and where hae ye been gangin? It's lang sin I saw ye at kirk.

Woman.-I hae been to hear the Methodists, Sir.

Pastor,-Eh, woman ! dinna ye ken that they are a set o' deceivers ?

Woman.-I dinna ken that ; I sat a lang time under your ministry, and gat nae gude ; but sin I hae been to the Methodists, my heart has gat warm wi' hearin' them.

Pastor.-Eh, Janet woman ! dinna ye ken that the de’il can transform hissel' into an angel o' leet?

Woman.-/ ken that the de’il can do muckle; but there's a'e thing he canna do—he canna shed abroad the love o'Godin ane's heart; and I ken it's here.

Pastor.-Aweel, aweel, woman, an ye hae gatit, take care that ye keep it.”

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Confession of Sin. CONFESSION of sin is an important duty; but there is no true confession of sin where there is not, at the same time, a turning away from it. Martin Luther used to say that if you wrestle with a sweep, whether y ou throw him down or he throws you, you are sure to be grimed and blackened with soot. Now sin is a sooty, blackening thing. Whereever it touches you, it leaves a mark; and these marks are shameful.

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HIS singular animal is a native of Aus

tralia. It appears to live in small herds or families, feeding chiefly on herbs and roots. The flesh is said to be nutritious and savoury:

The dogs which are employed to hunt it are often severely, and even fatally injured, not only by blows from its powerful tail, but from the claws

of its hind feet. But unless driven to make use of its powers for self defence, it is quite harmless, and even timid. The head, neck, and shoulders are very small in proportion to the other parts of the body. The most remarkable feature in this animal is its pouch, a kind of pocket in which its young ones take shelter and find

repose. The mother, when closely pursued, will throw them out as far as possible to the right or left; and if it escape from its pursuers, it returns to pick them up. It sometimes escapes

from the fleetest greyhound, taking long bounds or leaps, often ten or twelve feet at a time, using its hind legs only for this purpose.

O Lord ! how manifold are thy works, in wisdom hast thou made them all.


How Maggie Made a Present.

WISH I had some money, all my own,'' said little Maggie Ford, looking up from her patchwork with a sigh that was comically solemn from such a rosy mouth.

· Money, Maggie?” said her mother kindly; “what do you want to do with money?

I thought papa and I

provided for all our little girls wants and pleasures.'

“ I don't want it for myself, mamma. I want to buy a doll for Nellie Gray. She is such a nice little girl. She goes to our school, and has no mother or aunt or anybody who knows about little girls, as you do. She wears queer dresses and aprons that her papa buys ready-made in the store, and they don't fit nicely. When we go to recess, all the girls have a doll but Nellie; but her papa says he can't spend money in that sort of nonsense. Is it nonsense to love dolls, mamma?”

Perhaps Nellie's papa does not know that dressing dolls teaches little girls to sew. He may think they are only


playthings. Suppose I buy a doll for you to give to Nellie?"

“But you will give it to her then. I should like so much to give it to her myself; but mine have all been played with, and she might not like an old one.”

Suppose you make her a new one!” O mamma ! how could a little girl like me make a doll ?"

“I will show you. Put away your patch-work, and find me the oldest doll in your play-rooom; the very worst one


you have.

Maggie soon found it-a large, well-worn dolly, whose head and one arm were gone, the sawdust out of one leg, and the colour of whose body was like a very dirty old housecloth.

“ There, mamma. I am sure that is the worst."

“I hope so," said Mrs. Ford, laughing. “If there are any more as bad as this, you had better turn your babyhouse into a hospital at once. Now, Maggie, take your scissors and rip that doll all to pieces where you see the stitches, and save all the sawdust in this paper box.”

Maggie worked silently for some time, and then held up a number of oddly-shaped pieces of cloth as the result of her work.

Mrs. Ford took from her own work-basket a piece of strong white cotton cloth, and showed Maggie how to cut out a new doll's body from the pieces of the old one, making a new arm to replace the missing one. She then sewed these pieces together as her mother directed, and stuffed them with sawdust till she had a smooth, new body for the doll, very white and neatly finished.

It took all her sewing-time for three-days to accomplish this, but she was well pleased with the idea of making her present to Nellie so entirely her own gift.

Now, your dolly wants a head, and that, I think, we

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