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sister, she found that Jane had been quite well, and had been sent to school on Sunday morning but had loitered on the way till it was so late she did not like to come in.

“I am very, very, sorry, Jane,” said Mrs. Bevan, looking very grave, "to find you have told me such a sad falsehood; you see how one sin leads to another; your loitering on the way to school was very wrong in itself, but telling an untruth about it is much worse. I must have you punished for it, Jane, and will talk to you more about it by and bye. Emma Groves is the next on my list of non-attendants, where is she?"

"She is not here, ma'am," replied the governess," she has been absent for the last fortnight, perhaps some of the other children may know the reason."

"Emma Groves is at service ma'am," said one of the girls. "At service! why she is only about eight years old."

"She gets sixpence a week, ma'am, for nursing Mrs. Bennett's child."

Mrs. Bevan could not help thinking it a pity that Emma's parents, who were not very poor, should for the sake of such trifling earnings send her out while so young, losing her schooling, perhaps injuring her health by constantly carrying about a heavy child, and contracting the bad habits of dawdling and gossiping which nurse-girls too often acquire. (To be continued.)

L. R. P.

He is indeed the wisest and the happiest man, who, by constant attention of thought, discovers the greatest opportunities of doing good, and with ardent and animated resolution breaks through every opposition, that he may improve those opportunities.—Doddridge.

OBEDIENCE TO PARENTS.

WHEN the late Rev. R. Cecil, was but a little boy, his father who had occasion to go to the India House, took his son with him, leaving the little fellow at one of the doors and desiring him to wait his return. Mr. Cecil having finished his business, went out at another door, forgetting the command he had given to his child. In the evening, his mother enquired what had become of the boy? His father for the first time recollected where he had left him. "You may depend," said he, "he is at the door where I directed him to wait." And so he was. The obedient child knew his father had desired him to remain, and he would not disappoint him.

How few children there are who would have behaved thus in similar circumstances. Children are too apt to forget, that from the age and experience of their parents, they are much more capable of knowing what is for their good, than they are themselves, and too frequently forget the injunction conveyed in Colossians, iii. 20: "Children, obey your parents in all things, for this is well pleasing unto the Lord."

MR. Collins, the deist, met one day with a plain country man going to Church. He inquired where he was going. "To Church, sir." "What to do ?" "To worship God." "Pray whether is your God a great or little God?" "He is both, sir." "How can he be both?" "He is so great, sir, that the heaven of heavens cannot contain Him, and so little, that He can dwell in my heart."

A CHILD'S FAITH.

"Mother, THIS is not our HOME, our home is in Heaven!"

SUCH were thy words, my fair and gentle boy;
And as my listening ear the accents heard,
Within my heart there gush'd a sudden joy,
As if an angel's wing indeed had stirr'd
Its troubled waters. Grief and worldly care
Had darkened the bright fountain of my trust;
And my worn spirit chafed with ills that are,
Look'd not beyond its dwelling of the dust,
When like a sun-ray came my child's sweet words,
And the cloud past away! before me shone,
As in a mirror, all the blessings found
Around my steps for years, ere I had known
A blight upon the harvest. Once again
(Like incense thro' the sanctuary) there stole
Within my chasten'd heart the break of prayer,
And the blest PROMISE shone upon my soul!
Oh happy infant! with such little ones
Dwelleth the Lamb! A dream of angels' songs,
And a bright dwelling in the fair blue skies
And silvery clouds above thee,-happy throngs
Of white wing'd seraphims—such is the home
Thy spirit yearns for now. Oh may'st thou feel
The same bright aspirations, hopes as warm,
And trusting faith as sure, when time shall steal
The sunny lustre from thy radiant curls,
And grief shall dim thine alabaster brow!
Oh that a mother's love could keep thee pure

And stainless as thine innocence is now! *

The wish was granted, this beloved child died early, looking gladly forwards to his rest in Jesus.

But such is not man's doom; thine heritage
On earth is toil and sorrow. Oh, mine own,
When thou goest forth into the world alone
To tread the pathway of thy pilgrimage,
Keep but the trusting faith so early given,
And thou shalt find indeed thy Home in Heaven!
MRS. C. GREEN.

TALES FOR MY GOD-CHILDREN.

No. VI.

(Continu from page 137,—No.5.)

FRANK, who was a very robust boy, did all their hard work, and James cut flower sticks for them, and tied up any flowers which required support. On this day, however, the boys were gone out with their father, and the little girls were not disposed to work in their gardens. Eleanor proposed a game of "Catch me if you can," to which they all agreed. And the exercise warmed them so very much, that they were induced to take off their gloves, and put them into their pockets. One game led to another. They were all very merry and joyous; and when Miss Cartwright called them in, and told them their time for play was over, they could scarcely believe they had been in the garden so long.

They all ran up stairs, and put by their out-of-doors dresses, and then came down to the school-room, for their afternoon lessons; and when they had finished, they had their frocks changed, and their hair nicely brushed, and went down to the drawing-room for a short time, before their papa and mamma's dinner. While there, Colonel Wicklow told them that he and their brothers had seen little Isabel de

Mowbray, and how difficult it was for James and Frank to understand what she said.

"We should so like to see her, papa," said Margaret, who was generally the first to express herself, when the children had any wish in common.

"Well! if your mamma and Miss Cartwright have no objection, you had better ask Miss Cartwright to take you to Langley Lodge, the next time you walk together."

The next day was a very fine day; and as soon as their lessons and dinner were over, Miss Cartwright said she was ready to walk with her pupils to Langley Lodge. All were glad to hear this, and hastened up stairs. On their way they met Mrs. Wicklow, who said she would accompany them. This was a subject of great glee.

"Mamma will go with us," called Margaret, who was a little behind her sisters. And when Eleanor heard the news, she also said, "Mamma, will go with us:" and Joanna began skipping and dancing, and exclaimed, "Mamma will go with us," as she ran on towards the drawers, where her gloves were kept.

"I suppose we should take our best gloves, to day," as she opened the drawer.

"O yes" said Eleanor at the same tine drawing on her own which she had just taken from her drawer.

"Oh dear!" said Joanna, "I can only find one of my best gloves! Where can the other be !"

"Let me look," said Eleanor," perhaps I shall find it. You are always in such a hurry that you turn everything into confusion. Why, your drawer looks like a haycock."

This amused all the children who began to laugh aloud,

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