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IS THERE NO ROOM IN THE ANGEL LAND ?
A short time since, the writer listened to an interestingdiscourse by a Methodist preacher, in which he related the following touching incident: A mother who was preparing some flour to bake into bread, left it for a few moments, when little Mary, with childish curiosity to see what it was, took hold of the dish, which fell to the floor, spilling the contents. The mother struck the child a severe blow, saying, with anger, that she was always in the way. Two weeks after, little Mary sickened and died. On her death-bed, while delirious, she asked her mother if there would be room for her among the angels. “ I was always in your way, mother-you had no room for little Mary! And will I be in the angel's way?” The broken-hearted mother then felt no sacrifice too great, could she have saved her child.
Is there no room among the angels
As my story-books have said ?
Mary numbered with the dead ?
Is there room for such as me?
And the shining angels see?
Bren to you a constant care ;
will not miss me, mother,
She was ever in your way,
And she fears the good will shun her;
Will they, darling mother, say?
Ere life's closing hour doth come,
In the shining angel's home?
Not so very, very bad,
And make Mary's heart so glad.
In that land where I must go.
take the parting kiss,
To that world of perfect bliss ?
WHAT MAKES A MAN ?
A TRUTHFUL soul, a loving mind;
Alfred and the Orphau.
He was born when his country was involved in the greatest ignorance, and when learning was
considered a reproach. One day his step-mother was reading a book of Saxon poems, and she promised to give it to any one of the princes who would learn to read it. Alfred only at
tempted it, and he succeeded. This led him to delight in learning, in which he afterwards greatly excelled. Amid many excellencies by which he was distinguished, the principal was his earnest piety. Good himself, he laboured hard to make others good. Some of his last advices to his son have been preserved, and deserve to be studied as well as admired, for their touching simplicity, genuine piety, and political wisdom. “My son,” said he, “I feel my hour is coming; my countenance is wan ; we must now part; I shall go to another world, and thou shalt be left alone in all my wealth. I pray thee strive to be a father to thy people. Be thou the children's father and the widow's friend. Comfort the poor and shelter the weak, and with all thy might right that which is wrong; and son, govern thyself by law, then shall the Lord love thee, and God himself shall be thy reward. Call thou upon Him to advise thee in all thy need, and He shall help thee the better to compass that which thou woulds't.”
We have already occupied our space, so that we will write again about this great and good man, and then explain the cut connected with this article. We conclude by one of Alfred's sayings, shewing that as a true friend of religion, he was also a friend of true freedom. “ It is just that the English should ever be free as their own thoughts." We
add that “Whom the Son maketh free, they are free indeed.” T.B.
I am very
Ruth Lee and her Little friends. . 30 HE bell had just isummoned the girls into
school; they had taken their seats, and the roll was being called.
"Ruth Lee!” said Miss Gray, the teacher. There was
no answer, and, without looking up from the book, she repeated :
" Ruth Lee!”
Hearing no response, she raised her head and said ;
“ This is very strange. Ruth has not been absent before this term ; and so near the examination, too. sorry. Ella May, I wish you would call at Ruth's this noon, and find out why she failed to come.”
And Ella, being Ruth's particular friend, willingly undertook the errand.
When she rang the bell, and her friend's little sister, Minnie, opened the door, Ella asked gaily :
"Why, where was Ruth this morning? Is she at home? I want to see her.”
But Minnie stepped before her, held up her finger warningly, and answered :
“ Ruth is very sick, Ella.” “ Sick !” exclaimed Ella, in a startled whisper. Just then Mrs. Lee came dovyn stairs, and to the door.
“ Yes," said she, in reply to Ella's troubled face; “Ruth is very ill. The doctor thinks she is going to have scarlet fever; and I want you not to come here until we know positively.”
“ But may not I see her now? Just look through the crack of the door at her one minute?" pleaded Ella, with the tears springing into her eyes. “I am afraid not, Ella,” said Mrs. Lee.