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morn, knowing that it will add to, instead of decreasing his wretchedness, Glad would he be, if his body could be for ever in the quiet tomb, rather than by being raised up and immortalized become capable of enduring the endless misery of that place where the fire burns but never consumes, and where there is a worm that never dies. Happily neither we nor any who are, or who ever shall be dwellers on this green earth need know by sad experience the fearful condition of the lost. For the Lord is not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance. I am sure I need not ask my young readers where they would prefer spending eternity. There could be but one answer to such a question. But allow me, in concluding, to remark that time is very short and uncertain. Death is very busy around us; and ere the summer flowers of which you have been reading bloom, the summons may come for some of us to exchange worlds. Then let us not forget that as the tree falls so it lies, and that as death leaves us judgment will find us. Many who enjoyed the flowers with us last summer have long since been carried to their last resting-place. Let us so live that whenever death Comes, it may find us ready to be transported to that land,
Where everlasting spring abides
And never withering flowers. Though most of the readers of the “ Juvenile Companion” are strangers to me now, I trust we shall eventually have the pleasure of meeting and becoming friends in our Father's house above.
“IS GOD DEAD?"
IN Mariposa, California, there lived a large-eyed, beautiful little prattlerMary Cannon. One evening, when all was silent, she looked up anxiously into the face of her back-sliding father--who , had ceased to pray in his family—and said, -“ Pa, is God dead?”
child. Why do you ask me such a question as that?"
- Why, pa, you talk to Him as you used to do.”
These words haunted him till he was reclaimed. He related the incident to me while I was travelling that circuit. - Life Boat.
They illustrated it thus,—"A vessel sailing from Joppa carried a passenger, who, beneath his berth, cut a hole through the ship's side. When the men of the watch expostulated with him, What doest thou, O miserable man?' the offender calmly replied,—What matters it to you? The hole I have made lies under my own berth.""
This ancient parable is worthy of the utmost consideration. No man perishes alone in his iniquity; man can guess the full consequences of his transgressions.
Sages of old contended that no sin was ever committed whose consequences rested on the head of the sinner alone—that no
man could do ill and his fellows not
FIDDLING." The chirping and singing of the cricket and grasshopper are frequently spoken of; but they do not singthey fiddle. By rubbing wings and legs togethereach in a manner peculiar to the species—these insects produce the sounds which
God in prayer.
characterise them. Perhaps
else in sleep. He did not our best insect instrument
like to see any of God's peoperformer is the “katydid.” ple; he tried to avoid the Each wing contains a little
pastor when he called upon tamborine, and, open
the family; and if the mining and shutting of the
ister prayed with the family wings, these rubbed
he would not kneel before against each other, and produce the sound of “katy
The sweet little girl asked did-she-did,” which can be
again : Dear
pa, won't heard at such a long dis
you meet your little Kate in tance, and gives the insect
heaven ? Won't Jesus let its name. These sounds are
you in?” The father, with supposed to be useful in en
choking words and blinding abling insects to find their
tears, replied : “ No dear, mates; or they may indulge
I don't expect to go to heain them for their own gratifi- ven.” Then the little child, cation, and to add to the ge
raising her eyes in amazeneral harmony of nature.
ment, and with a wild ex
pression of fear upon her “PA, WILL
face, said: " Must little IN HEAVEN?"
Kate be in heaven alone So said a little angel girl
with ma and Julia and Rose, a few minutes before her
and pa will not be there?" spirit fled to be with Jesus.
and holding up her thin could not answer
white hand, clasped his her simple question, for he
hand, and said, “
He cared not for heaven.
pa, dear pa: never went to the house of
never see you again !” and God, though his pastor with
her sweet angel spirit fled to tears besought him to come.
be with Jesus. He never read his Bible,
Dear children, ask your never prayed.
He spent his Sabbaths in visiting un
pa to meet you in heaven.
Child's Paper. godly friends, in idleness, or
YOU MEET ME
I shall never,
WINTER'S DAYS OF GLOOM ARE PAST.
hours are come at
bright-ly spring ; Birds a
midst the branches
bright-ly spring ; Birds a - midst the branches sing.
BY THE RIVER.
Ever onward, never still,
Of a higher will :
Like that river to the sea,
Of a long eternity.
goes ever onward
Would that I might know.
His own hand I see;
Life can never aimless be.
A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD.
Half waking me at night, and said :
-Elizabeth Barrett Brownin; .