you, whilst you do such things as these? Ó! what cause have you to pray to him that he will forgive you the "thoughts of your hearts,"* and, renew a right spirit within you.”+ But I go back to my story.

Besides all the trials of his own heart, the little black boy had soon another. He fell sick, and became very ill. He was sent to the hospital; which is a place where people are better taken care of, than sometimes they could be at home. Here Mr. During often went to see him, and commonly found him very happy. But one day he was happy no longer. He told Mr. During the reason of this. He said, that before, he had felt quite sure that Jesus loved him, and would take him to himself when he died. But now he did not feel sure of this; and that was what made him unhappy. O! how can anybody be happy, and above all how can any body die happily, without having some good reason to think, that Jesus Christ loves them? My dear children, did you ever try to find out whether Jesus Christ loves you? Do you ever pray to him to love you? If you do not, I am very sorry for you. All your happiness is only like "the crackling of thorns under a pot." You make a noise, and seem very merry, and

• Acts 8. 22. + Ps. 51. 10. Ec. 7.7.

all the time your souls are in danger of burning for ever in hell. You dance and play, and all the time you are in danger of dropping into a place of torment so deep, that nobody will be ever able to pull you out again, except God, and he will not do it.

Now, when the little boy did not feel any longer that Jesus loved him, he began to be afraid to die. But Mr. During said to hirn, "you need not be afraid to die ; for though you cannot feel that Jesus loves you, yet you feel that you love him, do you not ?" "O! yes, (said the little hoy,) I love him above all the people in the world."

At last, one day there came a little boy to Mr. During, and said, “sir, your little boy wants to die.” He meant, is going to die ; but that is the odd way in which they speak in that country, When Mr. During heard this, he went to the Hospital without delay; and when he got there, he found his little boy almost dead. His life was nearly gone, but he was quite sensible. He looked at Mr. During very kindly, and put out his hand, and Mr. During took hold of it. The little boy kept his eyes fixed on Mr. During, who gently squeezed his hand. He did not speak for some time, but at

last he looked up to heaven and said, | “Jesus." He could say no more. His

pulse was almost stopped ; his life was almost at an end; and his breath was just going to leave his body. So he smiled, and closed his eyes, and died.

Since this account was drawn up for the Children's Friend, very painful tidings have reached us with respect to Mr. During. His health was so bad, that he was obliged to come over to England. But the vessel in which he sailed has never been heard of; and as it ought to have arrived long since, there is every reason to fear it has been lost at sea. Truly our Missionaries are greatly tried! But as for those who are removed by death, they have entered into rest; and lost all thought and feelings of their former sorrows in the view of their black converts de round the throne; and of that blessed Saviour, for whose glory they spent themselves

SHORT MEMOIR. Mr. Scott, the Author of the Family Bi. ble, gives the following account of his eldest daughter; who died when she was four years and a half old. “At the age of three years and a half, she had a very painful and uncommon illness. For many weeks she could take neither medicine nor food, but what was poured down her throat by main force. I had little hope of her getting better : and I often and most earnestly besought the Lord, that he would not take her from me, without some token of her repentance, and faith in his mercy through Jesus Christ.

To the surprise of all, she came round; and lived just another year. Half of this year, there was nothing to remark in her, except proofs of her being very quick and clever. Indeed she almost taught herself to read. About the middle of the year, on my return home one evening, my wife told me that the child had been very naughty; so wilful and perverse, that she had been ob. liged to correct her. I took her between my knees, and began to talk to her. I told her, she had often heard that she was a sinner before God: that sin was breaking the commands of God: that he had commanded her to honour and obey her parents; but that she had disobeyed her mother, and thus sinned against God, and made him angry at her

far more angry than her mother had been: that she had often heard that she must have a new heart; that if her heart was not bait, she would not want a new one; but that her bad conduct to her mother shewed that her heart was bad ; and that she therefore wanted pardon and a new heart, without which she could not be happy after death. I went on to talk with her, in language suited to her age, about the love and mercy of Christ. My heart was much engaged ; and out of the abundance of the heart my mouth spoke. I ended by pressing upon her to pray to Jesus Christ to forgive her sins; to give her a new

heart, and not to let her die, until he had indeed done so.

I have good ground to believe, that from that time to her death, no day passed, in which she did not alone, more than once in the day, pray to this effect; adding petitions for her father, mother, and brothers; and for her nurse, whom she much loved."

At times, we overheard her in a little room to which she used to retire; and on some occasions, her prayers were mingled with sobs and tears. Once she told a lie; and I reasoned with her on the sin of lying. I al. most seem now to bear her confessions when praying alone , her cries for pardon ; her prayers for a new and better heart; and that she might not die, “before her new heart came.' She could scarcely proceed for weeping.--In short, there was every thing in this dear child, which I ever saw in a grown-up penitent; and certainly there were fruits meet for repentance; for there was nothing afterwards in her conduct to blame.

Just at this time, the Olney Hymns came out; and of her own accord, she got many of them by heart. And for some months, the first voice I heard in the morning was hers, repeating her hymns: and often she would come to me to tell me what a nice hymn she had found; and then repeat it with. out book. I might give many of her sayings