Shepherd,' said Ellen's Mother, your flock are your teachers.'

The Lord makes them so to me, madam. It was but now that He gave me some sweet words of His to think upon, by means of my poor maimed lamb.'

'How very quiet it lies,' said Ellen. 'And yet it is in much pain, little Miss, but not a cry does it utter; why do ye not know, that even when a knife is at the throat of a lamb, it utters never a cry?'

Is that true, Shepherd?'

Yes, indeed, it is; and a blessed image, too, it furnishes, as all Bible images are.'

Ellen longed to hear the Shepherd tell her what was in the Bible about it, but it was growing late, and her

Mama feared to remain out longer. Bidding her little girl, therefore, to repeat her psalm, and promising to pay the Shepherd another visit soon, they bade him good night, and returned home. As they were on their way thither, Ellen's mother repeated to her the following version of the psalm she had learned for the Shepherd, with which the little girl was much delighted:

"The Lord my Shepherd is,
And He my soul will keep;
He knoweth who are his,
And watcheth o'er his sheep:
Away with every anxious fear!
I cannot want while He is near.

"His wisdom doth provide,
The pasture where I feed;
Where the still waters glide,
Along the quiet mead

He leads my feet, and when I roam

O'ertakes and brings the wanderer home.

"He leads Himself the way,
His faithful flock should take;
Them who His voice obey,

His love will ne'er forsake :
For he has pledged His holy name,
He who for ever is the same.

"Let me but feel Him near,
Death's gloomy pass in view,
I'll walk without a fear

The shadowy valley through;

With rod and staff, the Shepherd's care
Will guide my steps, and guard me there.

"Still is my table spread,
My foes stand silent by;
I feed on living bread;
My cruse is never dry:
And surely love and mercy will
Attend me on my journey still.

"Still hope and grateful praise,
Shall form my constant song;
Shall cheer my gloomiest days,
And tune my dying tongue,

Until my ransomed soul shall rise,
To praise Him better in the skies.

It will be a fortnight on Monday since we saw the Shepherd, Mama,' said Ellen, as she let down the blind to shade the breakfast-table from the bright sun, and the morning is so fine; do you not think we may go and see him to-day?'

'Perhaps so, dear child; there was rain yesterday, but if we wait until the afternoon, I dare say the grass will

have dried.'

Ellen set off delightedly when the hour came, to prepare for her walk, and they soon reached the Shepherd's field.

'Oh, Mama, what can the Shepherd be doing? I see him seated on

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the grass, with a number of little boys and girls all around him; they look as though they were playing at some game: how very odd! What can it mean, Mama?'

Let us draw a little nearer to them, Ellen, and depend on it, we shall find our worthy friend engaged in some way quite consistent with his

character.'

They did so. The Shepherd, with his Bible in his hand, was evidently engaged in feeding these lambs of his Master's fold, with the bread of life. Ellen and her mother were not near enough to catch his words; but the earnestness of his manner, and the fixed looks of the little children upon him, shewed that he was teaching them, in the spirit of his Lord, and