the camel and of the caravan, the skies sent their blessed rain, and tid her how they were and the earth gave forth her sometimes buried under the fruit. Many other things the sands of the desert. And she good mother said to her child told her the story of the mo- to teach and entertain her. ther who wandered in the wil- Then they sang together a sweet derness with her son, and when hymn or two, and the little girl the water was spent in the bot was surprised to find the aftertle, she laid him under the shade noon so swiftly spent, for the to die, and went and prayed in time passed pleasantly. So she her anguish to God; then thanked her kind mother for how an angel brought her wa- the stories she had told her, and ter from heaven, and her son the pictures she had shown her; lived. She told her another and she smiled and said, "What story from the Bible, how there God pleases is best." The mofell no rain in Israel for more ther kissed her child, and said, than three years, and the grass" Carry this sweet spirit with dried up, and the brooks wasted you, my daughter, as long as away; and how the cattle died; you live, and you will have and how the great prophet gathered more wisdom from the prayed earnestly to God, and storm than from the sunshine."

ind her steps in childhood were lirected to the house of prayer. Among many good qualities for which she was remarkable, her attention to the house of God and the Sunday school was ever manifest.

good, she knew that more than this was necessary to constitute the Christian character; so she believingly sought and found redemption in the blood of Christ, the forgiveness of her sins.

To Bethel Sunday School, One evening, when Mr. Lynn Knutton Heath, she was carried came to preach, he particularly when a child, and she never was noticed her at home, and enhabitually absent till her illness, tered into conversation with which terminated in death, her. Her father observed that rendered it impossible for her to it would be highly gratifying to attend. She has passed through him to see her give her heart to every class in the school as a God. Mr. Lynn replied, as scholar, and never failed to with the spirit of prophecy, secure the affectionate regards of "We shall have her to-night," her teachers and school-fellows; and so it was. That evening and she has passed through fifteen were brought to God. most of the classes as a teacher, and we know of no child with with whom she had to do, but loved and respected her.

She was steady and regular in attendance on every returning Sabbath. She expected her part in the school to be acted, and in every department of useful labour she took great delight.

She continued diligent and attentive to the means during her short pilgrimage, and the last time she took any active part in the service of God, was at the juvenile missionary meeting, where it was evident to all she was in a poor state of health.

exemplary patience. Not a murmur ever escaped her lips, and she was truly thankful for anything, and every service done for her.

From the commencement of her affliction, she believed that On the worship of God she she should not recover; this she was steady in her attendance. made known to a friend, but Very early in life she assisted concealed it from her parents, the choir in celebrating the lest it should make them uneasy. praises of the Most High. Her affliction was borne with Steady to her post, her seat was seldom vacant. Bethel Chapel was her home-she loved it; not in word only, but in deed and of a truth; and there she heard the word of life, till it To a friend who asked her became the power of God to whether "Christ was precious?" her soul's salvation. During she replied, "he is." He asked our revival services she was one her again, "What is there in of those who were happily Christ that is precious?" she brought to God. She had long replied, "His name is precious: been impressed and awakened, his word is precious: his grace and saw the necessity of a is precious: his presence is change of heart; and, although precious: his blood is precious: her moral character was strictly to as many as believe he is

precious." At another time, when asked what most of all comforted her in her affliction, she replied, "Jesus is mine and I am his." That surely was enough.

"Precious Jesus, what a treasure To a poor believing mind;

Solid joy and lasting pleasure

Here and nowhere else I find."

She continued resting on this foundation till, on the 4th of May, 1853, her ransomed spirit took its flight from the body to be present with the Lord. C. B.

POETRY.

PRAYER AND PRAISE.

"We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord."

THE first-born rose of vernal prime

That opes its bosom rare,

In gentle sighs of fragrant breath
Doth make its morning prayer.

The summer-bird, on raptured wing,
That cleaves the vaulted sky,
Doth to the great Creator pour
Its gushing minstrelsy.

Rich Autumn, with her fruitful hoard,
Her harvests ripening fair,

The golden sheaf, and loaded wain,
Doth praise the Giver's care.

E'en Winter in its sabbath rest
Adores the King of might,
And every snow-flake speaks of Him
Who robes the earth in white.

Thou art his servant, O my soul;
By birth, by choice, by vow,
By bounties of each rolling year:
Prove thine allegiance now.―

Yea, prove it as each passing day
Unfolds its pinions fleet,

By deeds of love, by thoughts of prayer,
By strains of worship sweet.

Make this brief life a song of praise
Where'er thy lot may be;

And learn the language here below
Of Heaven's eternity.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.