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obliged to use crutches.

When the cold weather came on, the little girl was missing from her accustomed place, but as soon as the warm breath of returning spring covered the trees with verdure, and the ground with its rich living carpet of green, she returned and offered her small stock of candy to the passerby, as before.

One day in July last, I found the mother with her little girl. She had a careworn, anxious countenance, just one of those we cannot forget ; while, tottering about, now on this side, then on that, was a baby, who seemed to have just become conscious that it could walk alone. rather pretty, and its dress, though poor and worn, was neat and clean. Such little ones always attract me; they remind me of the dear ones whose playful, winning ways once made up much of the happiness of our household, and do still, though their home is now a heavenly one. Taking a penny from my purse, I gave it to the baby, and nodding to the mother, who seemed pleased at the notice, I passed

It was


Upon reaching home, a half-crown, which had been given to me for a particular use, was missing. Where could it be? I recollected a recent purchase I had de, and was certain that it was then in my purse. I had opened the purse but once afterwards, when I took from it the penny. Could I have dropped it at that time? I thought not. Well, wherever it is, I hope it may do somebody some good,” thought I, and it passed from my mind.

Two months later, I found the mother and her little girl at the old place; a small table stood near, on which were spread out apples, candy, &c. As I approached, the little girl ran out to meet me, and the mother exclaimed,—“Oh, dear lady, I bless God that I see you, and I thank you

for the help that you gave me that day in my great trouble.”

When was it?" said I.

“The day that you gave my baby the penny and the half-crown. I have prayed to the blessed Jesus for you every day since.”

“ I am very glad that it help ed you, but I dropped it, said I.

Yes,” she replied, “ when you gave it to the baby," seeming not to understand me. Oh, that was the day of my great want. I can't bear to look back to it. My children had nothing to eat, and my oldest girl lay on the floor crying with hunger. That was dreadful, that day of my very great want!” she repeated. • The money kept my poor children from starving, and if it had not been for that, I never could have got this table.

I do not sell very much, but we have since never been so badly off as then." “This was


way then,” said I to myself, “that my halfcrown went. God wanted it to supply the need of his poor suffering ones.” I was made the instrument of relieving them, and they had prayed that blessings might descend upon me,

But it was no act of mine. It was not my intention to bestow the money upon them ; it had been done by another. Could I doubt that it was the hand of a kind heavenly Father, whose watchful care is extended to all It was one of those beautiful providences, often unseen and unnoticed by us, of which the world is so full, by which He accomplishes His purposes of mercy and love to His child

The cries of that suffering family had reached His ear, and in Infinite wisdom He came to their relief.-Child at Home.


No matter how much Jesus loves other children, there is room, ever room, in His affection for you, and as many others as will ask Him to care for them.




" And what have you to

eat, pray?" A GOOD woman, searching

- When granny out the children of want, one home, she fetches us somecold day last winter, tried to thing. Granny says God open the door in the third

has got enough. Granny story of a wretched house, calls us God's sparrows; when she heard a little voice and we say “Our Father' say, “Pull the string up and daily bread' every high! Pull the string up day. God is our Father." high!” She looked up, and Tears came in the good saw a string, which, on being woman's eyes,

She had a pulled, lifted a latch ; and mistrusting spirit herself ; she opened the door upon but these two little “ spartwo little, half-naked child

rows,” perched in that cold ren, all alone.

Very cold

upper chamber, taught her and pitiful they looked.

a sweet lesson of faith and “ Do you take care of

trust she never will forget. yourselves, little ones?”

- Children's Friend. asked the good woman. 6. God takes care of us,

STICK TO ONE THING. said the oldest. “ And are you not very

Every young man, after he cold? No fire on a day like

has chosen his vocation, this !”

should stick to it. Don't “Oh! when we are very

leave it because hard blows cold, we creep under the are to be struck, or disagreequilt, and I put my arms

able work performed. Those round Tommy, and Tommy who have worked their way puts his arms round me, and

up to wealth and usefulness we say, "Now I lay me;'

do not belong to the shiftless then we get warm,” said

and unstable class, but

may the little girl.

be reckoned among such as


took off their coats, rolled

man !” said Will Thompup their sleeves, and con

“ I will not take an inquered their prejudices sult.” And the little fellow against labour, and manfully strutted up and down in a bore the heat and burden of


He had been throwthe day.

ing stones at Peter Jones,

and he thought that his an" UPSETTIN' SINS."

ger proved him a gentleDr. McCosh (now Presi

man. dent of Princeton College)

“ If you want to be a tells the story of a negro

gentleman, I should think who prayed earnestly that

you would be a gentle boy he and his coloured breth

first,” said his teacher. ren might be preserved from

Gentlemen do not throw what he called their “up- stones at their neighbours. settin' sins."

Peter Jones did not throw “ Brudder," said one of

stones at you, and I think his friends at the close of the

he is much the more likely meeting, “you ain't got de

to prove the gentleman." hang of dat word.

“But he's got bad patches It's besettin', not ‘upsettin'.”

on his knees,” said Will. “ Brudder,” replied the

“ Bad pantaloons don't other, “if dats so, it's so.

keep a boy from being a But I as prayin' de Lord

gentleman,” said his teachto save us from de sin of

er, “but a bad temper does. intoxication, and if dat ain't

Now, William, if

you want a upsettin' sin, I dunno

to be a gentleman you must what am.”

be a gentle boy.- The Little Folks.


A GENTLEMAN, • You see I am a gentle



Je-sus loves me! this I know, For the Bi-ble

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loves me, The Bi - ble tells

Jesus loves me! he who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.

Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.
Jesus loves me! loves me still,
Though I'm very weak and ill;
From his shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.

Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.
Jesus loves me! he will stay
Close beside me all the way;,
If I love him, when I die,
He will take me home on high.

Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.

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