give him." The next day, Winnie and her mother went to see him again, and a very different face greeted them from that of the preceding morning. He told them that ever since they had left him he had prayed and wrestled with God, and that he trusted he could say that, "although he was the chief of sinners, yet God, for Christ's sake, had forgiven his great sins." Winnie went home that day with a joyous heart. A Temperance Dog. WORKING man, who spent his evenings at the tavern, once persuaded his dog, who had followed him, to swallow some liquor. It made the poor brute tipsy; and he tumbled over, and played such queer antics that the topers roared with laughter. The next night the man took his dog, so as to have more fun; but when they got to the door, the animal would go no farther. They coaxed and drove, and the tavern-keeper brought out some cake; but it was all of no use. Cæsar had taken the pledge; one trial of the liquor was enough for him. He was not to be caught in a rum trap the second time. It proved to be as good as a temperance lecture to all those topers. Cæsar's master was never known to enter a tavern again. He made up his mind that he ought to know as much as a dog; and some of the other topers followed his example. "Know as much as a dog!" That's it, boys and girls. We sometimes hear of men who are " drunk as a beast." But beasts don't get drunk. They are wiser in this res pect than some men. The Value of Litle Things. OME young people very often think lightly of their influence, and undervalue little things, but that is a mistake very frequently. The A son of one of the chiefs of Burdwan was converted by a single tract. He could not read; but he went to Rangoon, a distance of two hundred and fifty miles. A missionary's wife taught him to read, and in forty-eight hours he could read the tract through. He took a basket full of tracts with much difficulty, preached the Gospel at his own home, and was the means of converting hundreds to God. He was a man of influence. people flocked to hear him; and in one year 1,600 natives were baptised in Arracan as members of the church, and all through one little tract. That tract cost one halfpenny, Oh, whose halfpenny was it? Perhaps it was some Sunday school boy who put it into the missionary box one Sunday afternoon. Dear young friends, use your influence whether it be much or little. You do not know what good may re sult therefrom. My prayer is that you may live a life of Christian benevolence; and thus copy the example of our blessed Lord who went about doing good. Plymouth. THOMAS HEATH, JR. Memoir, [MY QUIET, SCHOLAR. ABOUT eighteen months ago children being 'sent to the Mr. and Mrs. P- came Methodist Free Church to reside in R-H-; the Sabbath-school, at Willing ton Quay. The two elder girls, Kate and Polly, were placed in my class. Polly, the subject of my present memoir, was a very gentle, timid girl; she would come and go to school without uttering a word, except when I shook hands with her on leaving. I many times endeavoured to induce her to speak by asking a question, but never succeeded; she only blushed and looked on her Bible. Amongst her companions she was the same, quiet and inoffensive. She rarely sought the enjoyments indulged in by them. She was a flower not born to bloom long in this earthly garden, but to be transplanted to the heavenly, where the bloom never dies, where all is life, beauty and happiness. Six weeks ago she was at school, and appeared in her usual health, although she looked pale; she listened very 'attentively to the lesson, as she did always,, On the Thursday following her mother observed that she was looking very ill; next day she being worse, the doctor was sent for, but he gave no hopes of her recovery; she continued to sink; consumption having selected her as a victim. She was able to sit up for a few hours each day, for about two weeks; her great thought was to give her mother as little trouble as possible. She never complained, but was as patient and submissive as possible. Sometimes when asked, she complained of a pain in her chest. Ultimately she was unable to leave her bed; yet an impatient word never escaped her lips. I went to see her frequently; she would answer any question that I might ask. She said she would like to get better, and she would like to go to Jesus; but she would patiently submit to either decree. On the day before her death she sent for me; I asked if she thought she would get better; she said, No, but she was going to a better place." She loved Jesus, would like to go Him, and would like to meet her fellow-scholars in Heaven. This I had to 66 tell them. Several of my fellow-teachers visited her, and although she had not strength to speak, she was always glad to see them. Many of the scholars also went to see her, and some times sung some of our favourite school hymns. I thought on looking at her, she would die very quietly, but such was not the case. For four hours she had a fearful struggle, wrestling in convulsions, and quite insensible. She knew no thing that was said to her while in this state; only when asked by an attendant," If Jesus was helping her through," she said "O, yes; O, yes!" At three o'clock on the morning of May 3rd, 1872, her happy spirit took its flight, and is now for ever with the Lord. Many of the teachers and scholars attended the funeral, and around her coffin they sung of the the upper fold. Lambs of R. D. Varieties. PERSEVERANCE. EXCELLENCE is never granted to man but as the reward of labour. It argues no small strength of mind to persevere in habits of industry, without the pleasure of perceiving those advantages, which, like the hands of a clock, whilst they make hourly approaches to their point, yet proceed so slowly as to escape observation. Sir Joshua Reynolds. preached in the school-house. A few people came, who did not seem to care much about God or his Word. He preached a great many times; "and I had but one thing to encourage me," said the gentleman. "What was it?" "It was the attention of one little girl, who kept her eyes fixed on me, and seemed to try to understand every word I said," answered the gentleman. "She was a great help to me." "What! can a little child be a great help to a minister? Yes: oh yes. How? By paying attention. Think of that, my little ones; and when you go to chapel, fix your eyes on the minister, and try to understand what he says, for he is speaking to you as well as to grownup people. He is telling about the Lord Jesus, who loves the little ones, and said 'Suffer them to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" |