always becoming, he was never absent but through sickness. He took cold which led to consumption and caused his death in a few weeks. He was visited by the teachers; to one he said, "I should like to get better, still I am ready either to live or die ; I feel very happy." On Easter Sunday he sent to the school saying, "Tell the scholars to come and sing, for if they do not come to-day they will never see me again alive." Most of them went; the teachers asked him what they must sing, he replied, "Any thing that is nice," and while we sang many wept, but he was quite composed; they all shook hands with him and bade him good bye. During the week following he was very happy and resigned. He died on the Saturday, aged thirteen years.

Last but not least was Hannah, the eldest daughter of John and Ann Bairstow, who, from earliest infancy, displayed a thoughtful mind and a kind disposition. She was sent to school

when young, and when thirteen years of age, during a series of special services, she with some others decided for Christ; her confidence in her Saviour was never shaken. She labour diligently in the cause, when a new school room was being erected, she begged between three or four pounds towards the funds, and, for several years, collected cheerfully for the mission cause. She was very diligent in the school until failing health prevented her attendance. She would often say, "I should like to do something but I cannot, but it is God's will. My parents might not have been able to have kept me, therefore I feel thankful."

In the class meeting she would often remark, "The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want." Towards the closing scene it was evident that she was ripening for Heaven: To the last she felt deeply interested in everything connected with our Society.

The night before she died a friend said to her, "Han

nah, it is well you have not religion to seek now." She said, "Yes, I have plenty to do now, but I shall soon have done suffering here, still it is nothing in comparison with what my Saviour suffered for me." A few hours before her death she said, “I am in the valley, all is light, there is no darkness, I can see Jesus stand, Father, cannot you

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hear what He is saying, 'Come up higher, ye blessed of the Lord, 'tis glorious, it is worth all I have suffered here. Father, if I die now you must not let it put the school feast off (he being the leader of the singing)." After this she lingered a short time, and then calmly fell asleep in Jesus, May 2nd, 1872.

HOW A SPIDER SPINS,

Few things are more wonderful than the spinning the spinning apparatus of the spider. On the under side of the creature's body are placed four or six little knobs, each not larger than the point of a pin. These are outlets of certain receptacles within the abdomen, where the silk is prepared.

When the spider wishes to spin a thread, it presses the knobs, or spinneret, with one of its legs, and forthwith there issue from each, not one but a thousand fibers of

such exquisite fineness, that it is only when the products of all the spinnerets are united that they become visible to the naked eye. The "thread" of the spider is thus a tiny rope of four or six thousand strands.

The twisting into one cord is performed by the hindmost pair of legs, which, like the rest, are furnished with three claws apiece. Using these claws as fingers, the little rope-maker twists her groups of thread into one with surprising rapidity.Selected.