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eyes, showed him that he was a lost sinner in danger of an eternal hell, and that all his learning could not help him. It also told him of One who was able and willing to save, who had died for him, and was waiting to have His great love returned.

What years of Christian labour by the missionaries had not done, was now brought about by the penny tract. The strong man bowed in penitence and humble submission at Jesus' feet, and became a sincere Christian. The missionaries to whom he went praised God for the change which had sent them a godly teacher. Those who put the tract in his hand were overcome with joy, for “ there is joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth.” So you see how little Willie's penny made heaven rejoice.





though an angel had blessed TOWN PUMP.

it. A rosy-cheeked girl, There is near our house an half hid in a flood of golden old pump-a kind of town curls, came bouncing by, pump—which every one may driving her hoop, just as the use, and whose wet and be. old, decrepit apple woman spattered base speaks plain- at the corner, whom everyer than sign-boards could body knows, was trying to do of water for man and

get a drink.

She had set horse and a very excellent down her basket, but bent pump it is, too-never out nearly double by the weight of order, easily worked, and of her years and troubles, furnishing some of the pur- she was still compelled to est, clearest, coolest water lean upon her staff. The in the world.

little girl saw the difficulty, Not long since the old and was in an instant at pump was honoured the handle. Holding the

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ladle till it was filled, she Portsmouth, it is said, can raised it steadily to the lips be heard at Ryde, in the of the old woman, whose Isle of Wight, a

distance warm, grateful thanks called

of four or five miles. The the crimson to the child's

echo in Woodstock Park is eheek, which, as she hur

repeated seventeen times by ried away, was deepened by

day, and twenty by night. finding that her kind deed

The artillery at the siege of had been observed.

Genoa, by the French, was heard at Leghorn, a dis

tance of ninety miles. The I was walking lately with firing at the battle of Watera young, unconverted friend

loo was heard at Dover, at in whom I felt a great in- a distance in a direct line terest, and in the course of of one hundred and forty conversation I said,—“How miles, of which one hundred many of your companions and ten were over land, and do you think are Chris- the remainder over water. tians?"

In reply, she gave me the names of four: J. F., A.L.,

Boys, rely upon yourselves. M. M., and S. L.

Don't lean upon your fathers, I said, “Why do you

or your uncles, your think they are Christians?”

friends. If you have marked Because,” she replied.

out an honourable path in they never speak roughly.” life, take up your staff and Is not this a lesson to any

go ahead and not wait for children of God, of the deep | anybody to give you a push. importance of “words?” Don't wait for help. The

best and richest men in this In a still night, the voices of country

had rich the workmen in the distill- fathers to help them. They ery at Battersea may be

have gained their positions heard at Westminster by self-reliance, perseverBridge, an interval of three ance, and high-toned noble miles. The watchword at lives.






I want to be an

an - gel, and with the an-gels

stand, A crown up-on my fore-head, A harp with

in my hand. There, right before my Saviour, So

glorious and so

bright, I'd wake the sweetest

mu - sic

and praise him day and


Some of our Sunday School friends, ignoring the incident that records the little child's wish, and thinking tor self rather than the little ones, have altered the beginning, and commence it thus.

“I would be like an angel,”
The last verse, however, they retain,—“O there I'll be an angel.”
2 I never would be weary, nor ever shed a tear,

Nor ever know a sorrow, nor ever feel a fear;
But blessed, pure, and holy, I'd dwell in Jesu's sight,

And with ten thousand thousands praise him both day and night. 3 I know I'm weak and sinful, but Jesus can forgive,

For many little children have gone to heaven to live;
Dear Saviour, when I languish, and lay me down to die

O send a shining angel, to bear me to the sky.
4 Oh, there l'll be an angel, and with the angels stand,
A crown upon my forehead, a harp within my hand
And there, before my Saviour, so glorious and so bright,
I'U join the heavenly music, and praise him day and night.


But my

THE LITTLE WHITE LIE. I was in trouble beyond any doubtI was in trouble--and how to get out? Tell a white lie,” said the devil to me. “ Tell a lie ! Oh ! how dreadful! But what would it be If I should ?—though I never shall tell one," said I. Don't be frightened,” said he, we won't call it a lieA few words, in their way quite as good as the truth, And for this occasion far better, forsooth.”

little white lie, when I'd told it grew black ; Then, oh! how could I hide it or how get it back ? For it never would do to be caught in a lie, For 'twas known that a very good youngster was I. I must manage in some way to keep it from sight: Tell one more," said the devil; “ 'twill make it all

right." But my two grew to three, and my three were soon four, And my four

gave rise to a dozen or more ;
Till I felt in my soul such a sense of disgrace,
I had scarcely one friend I could look in the face ;
And at night to my room I went creeping up stairs-
God is truth! could I sleep without saying my prayers ?
But my fears and my conscience thus followed about,
I was really half glad when the lie was found out;
For it was-

s—it is always the way with a lie-
And all said that a very bad youngster was I.
Good or bad, I have learned in one thing to be wise,
And shun in the future all little white lies.

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