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But just endeavour, day by day,

Another point to gain,

rich;" rich in faith, rich in good works, rich in loving

And soon the mountain which you thoughts and deeds. I will

fear'd,

Will prove to be a plain.

"Rome was not builded in a day,"

The ancient proverb teaches; And nature, by her trees and

flowers,

The same sweet sermon preaches.
Think not of far-off duties,

But of duties which are near,
And, having once begun to work,
Resolve to persevere.
-Sabbath-School Messenger.

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tell you what a little girl did who was poor herself, but who longed to help some one who was poorer still. She had been saving the pence which were given her to provide & few comforts for a very aged widow. But after a few weeks it amounted to so small a sum, that there was little prospect of its being available for her cherished purpose. What was

to be done? She did not feel REMEMBER THE POOR. inclined to yield to this diffiND what can culty. A thought struck her: children do to help if she could only induce some the poor?" some of of her companions to save the halfpence spent on "toffy" and "sweets!" She tried first with her little sister, who gladly consented, and forthwith her halfpence also were dropped into the little box where they were to accumulate. Next she tried a girl bigger than herself, who seemed to be always buying something to eat. She had hard work to persuade her to relinquish these sweet delights; but, nothing daunted, she returned again and again with her persuasions. using all her girlish eloquence to show how pleasant would be to surprise the widow with some little things which

you are ready to ask. Let us try if we cannot answer this question. First, and above all, surely you can pray to our Father in heaven, that He will incline the hearts of those who have been blessed with a portion of this world's goods, to spare a little for the needy. But then there are many things that you can do yourselves, if you are willing to exercise a little selfdenial, and if you have some of that love in your hearts which Christ Jesus had, who, "though He was rich, yet for your sakes became poor, that ye through His poverty might be

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basket; and, as the old lady thought flannel indispensable for her rheumatic head, the little girl's mother added large cap of that material. Away they went on their interesting errand, and presented their gifts, feeling almost as though they had taken liberty with their old friend. They asked permission to read to her a chapter out of the Bible, which request was gladly complied with. No wonder they went away followed by the blessings of the old lady, their own hearts dancing with pleasure to think that their little piece of self-denial had so gladdened and comforted the heart of poor old Jenny. That little girl is a woman now; but as she looks back on the past, no incident in her life gives her a purer joy than the remembrance of the look of wonder, thankfulness, and love, which lit up the countenance of the poor woman.

Well, now, you see even a little girl can do something to help those that are poor; that even a child can exercise an influence for good over others. Will you, dear children, try what you can do, now that winter is come with his cold, bringing terror to many who cannot afford warm clothing and

good fires to lessen the gripe of his icy fingers? Many of you have kind friends, who at this season remember you with gifts. With the permission of your parents, could you not lay aside some of the money specially for the use of "God's heritage," as the poor have been called? Your mammas would gladly, I am sure, advise you how to lay it out to the best advantage. Some of it, perhaps, in purchasing material which your own fingers could make into some comfortable article of clothing. This would make your gift much more precious, because it would be a sign of your thoughtful care.

There is another thing you can always do. Speak kind, gentle words to the poor. Let them come from the heart. The older the person is to whom you speak, let your words and manner be all the more tender and kind. You can scarcely think how much good it does an aged person to be treated lovingly and respectfully, especially by the young. Try in this way, too, to soften the rugged path of poverty. Remember that many who are now poor and almost forgotten, were once in good circumstances, surrounded by comforts and friends, and all that could make life agreeable.

From some sad reverse, they have been reduced to solitude and want. These need to be treated with peculiar delicacy and kindness. In such a case, a tender-hearted child could do much to bring a gleam of sunshine to the bruised heart. Suppose each of my little readers were to determine to make one person happy in this way? If all succeeded, what a number would this year enjoy a happy Christmas, who might not otherwise have done so. Try.

F. F. E.

CHRIST'S LOVE TO LITTLE

CHILDREN.
(Concluded from page 206.)

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TEACHER one day said to the little girls in her class, "I should like you to write down on a piece of paper all the names of Jesus Christ that you find in the Bible. He is sometimes called a Rose; sometimes Star; sometimes a Rock; and sometimes a Sun. He is called by a great number of beautiful names." The little girls, when they got home, began to find out all the names they could, and wrote them down. The next Sunday they brought their papers to the teacher. One

girl had found a great many names. But there was one little girl who had not got so many; but who, at the end of her list, had written, "My own precious Jesus." Now, was not that beautiful? He was not only the Saviour of others, but He was HER Saviour; and she called Him, "My own precious Jesus." How I should like you, little girl or boy, that may read this, to say, "He shall be my precious Jesus. I will love Him, and try to please Him all my life."

And you well know that you ought to love Him. You know He has done much for you. How very naughty it is to be passionate, to tell stories, to use wicked words, to steal, and to be unkind to others; for this grieves Jesus very much! If you do such things you will never be happy. Good people will not love you, and God will not love you, and when you die you will not go to heaven; for only good children go there.

It was a cold day in the month of November, 1858, when a man came to my door, and said, Please, Sir, a little girl, that is very ill, wants you to come and baptize her."

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I inquired, "How old is she? He said, "About nine years old."

I was just then going to a Missionary-meeting, and promised to go the next day to see her; but her friend told me that she was very ill, and might not live until the next day. So I went at once, and found the little girl who wanted me to baptize her.

When I saw her, I was struck with her appearance. She looked so ill, so thin, but so quiet and intelligent, that I loved her at once. I said to her, "Do you know, my little friend, that you are going to die ?"

She calmly replied, "Yes." I asked, “Where will you go when you die ?" She replied, "To heaven." I then inquired, thought she would heaven ?"

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Her answer was, "Because Jesus loves me, and I love Him."

Wishing to know whether she understood the ground of her hope, I said, "Tell me how you know Jesus loves you."

Her answer was, "Because He died for me."

"Ah! yes, " I said to her, "You are quite right; Jesus died for you, and if you love Him, and trust in Him, you will be sure to go to heaven."

The next morning I went with the hope of seeing her again,

but she died on the evening before, about half an hour after I had left her.

That little girl is in heaven now, because she loved Jesus, and trusted in Him as her Saviour.

I said to her poor mother, who did not then love Jesus Christ herself, "Where did your little girl get her knowledge of Jesus ?" She said, "Some little girls used to call upon my child when she was well, and take her to the Sunday-school. Sometimes she went with them to the church or chapel, where she saw, occasionally, infant children baptized." I asked, "Can you tell me where it was, or who were the little children that called ?" And she answered, "No." So you see some kind little girls took her by the hand to a Sunday-school, where she heard of Jesus; and now she is with Him in heaven. It was in a large town where this took place; and I could not find out the little girls, nor the school to which they took her.

Now this little girl, about nine years old, knew that Christ loved her; and I think it is possible for other little children also to know this. I have been trying to show you that Jesus loves you, and how delightful it

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