which were very striking from one so young. Our servant sometimes used the name of God in an improper manner; and the child would kindly talk to her and say, do not use such words, Kitty; you will indeed go to hell if you say such naughty words.' 'Papa, (she said one day) you preached to day about the Lamb's blood. I asked, what does that mean?' She replied, "the blood of Jesus Christ, the Lamb of God, which taketh an way the burden of sin out of our hearts.' The day before her death, she read to me a chapter in St. John, where the Jews charged Jesus with breaking the sabbath. On this she paused and said, "Papa, did Jesus Christ ever break the sabbath ?' I answered, 'no: but he did good on the sabbath-day; and his enemies called that breaking the sabbath.'

I thought so (she said ;) Jesus was always good: but we are all naughty till he makes us good. Peter was a good man; but Peter was naughty, till Jesus Christ made him good.' .

When any minister, or pious friend came. to see me, no play would draw her away from. us, when we were talking on religion. She would stand fixed in attention. She seldona spoke at the time, but would sometimes ask · ma questions afterwards on what she had

heard. 5. The day before she died, the Rev. Mr.

Powley of Dewsbury came to see me, and to preach in the evening. After dinner I was sawing wood for fuel. She came and prated with me, and often got so near me, that I feared the large pieces of wood would fall on her. I sent her further off: yet still, intent on our talk, she crept near again ; till at length a very large log, which could scarcely have failed to kill her, had it fallen upon her, rolled down, and only just missed her. While very thankful that she escaped, little did I think, that a very few hours would deprive me of my darling child.

I bad scarcely got into the house to prepare for my visitor, when she came to me, and said, 'I am very sick, what must I do?' I said, you must pray for patience. She asked, what is patience ?' And before I could answer, she was so ill, that she could only go into the next room to the servant, where the most violent symptoms followed. She died the next morning at ten o'clock, while saying the Lord's prayer; the conclud. ing words of which, were the last she spoke.

The next evening at my lecture at Ravenstone, where I was preaching through part of the book of Job, the text which came in course was, “the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away ; blessed be the name of th a Lord !' And on this I preached, though my child was lying dead. It would be in vain to

attempt to describe my feelings. Sorrow and joy were mingled together. Prayer and thanksgiving seemed my grand work.--I never got such a victory over the fear of death, as when looking at her corpse. I often said that I would not exchange my dead child for any living child in the world of the same age. Some have told me, that her religious turn was only the effect of her hearing so much on the subject ; but I never could see any thing of the same kind in my other children at the same age, nor till they were much older; though they had at least the same advantages."

LYING. It was but the other night (says a pious gentleman) that I wandered across the bleak and barren mountain, at the foot of which stands the little cottage in which I was born. I walked up to it, went in, and told the inmates the cause of my being there. I was received most kindly. Seven sweet children sat round the table; yet sadness seemed to pervade the whole circle. On asking the cause, I found from the mother, that one of the children had been telling a lie. A little girl was instantly covered with blushes, and a tear started from her eye. “Robert, (said the father) bring the Bible, and shew your sister who it is against whom she has sinned." The little boy, younger than herself, read the ninth commandment, and the eleven first verses of the fifth chapter of Acts. This be

ing done, they each brought a proof from Scripture of the sin and danger of lying. The father then, with much affection, shewed them that this sin was as hateful to God now, as it was when he struck Ananias and Sapphira dead; and that it was of the Lord's mercy we were not consumed. He then sang the fifty-first Psalm, read a portion of the Bible, making useful remarks as he went along; and then prayed with his children most de. voutly. On rising from prayer, the guilty child wept bitterly. She went up to her father with pensive looks, begged him to forgive her; and then she withdrew that she might pray alone to God for his forgiveness. I was of course highly pleased. I returned home under a deep feeling of the dreadful sin of lying; and could not help wishing, that all parents would correct their children in the same way, when guilty of the same of. fence.

THE MARMOT. There is a species of the Marmot kind in America, which live together in vast numbers, as we see rabbits do in England in a warren. It is a pretty little creature, and from its cry when alarmed being like the barking of a small dog, has got the name in America of prairie dog, or meadow dog; and the place where its many houses are found, is called a prairie-dog-village. Some of these warrens spread over a surface of many miles. The entrance to each burrow, or dwelling of the little creature, is at the top of a small mound of earth, a foot or eighteen inches high. On the top of this heap they sit, bark, and wag their tails ; but plunge in on the least alarm. During the cold weather

it is believed that this little Marmot, like our Dormouse, goes to sleep. He prepares for this state of torpor, by making within his mound a round cell of fine dry grass, with an opening just large enough to admit a finger: and this ball is so compact and fixed together, that it might be rolled along the floor with: out being hurt.

We like a little creature who appears to us so clever. But who has given this skill to a little Marmot? even that God who has made us all, and given us every thing we possess. "Go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be wise : which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.” Prov. vi. 6, 8.

PRAYER FOR A VERY YOUNG CHILD.

Dear Lord Jesus ! love me, Father, Mother, Brothers, and Sisters. Take away my naughty heart, give me a good heart! Take care of me all this night whilst I am asleep. Forgive me all I have done naughty this day ; and take me to live with Thee when I die, for thine own mercy's sake.—AMEN.

For the morning the child may be taught to say, “Take care of me all this day, and keep me from being naughty.”

SOLEMN THOUGHT. Every child who passes the threshhold of our schools, confides to our care a soul, compared with whose worth, the sun is a bauble ; and with whose existence, time itself is but as the twinkling of an eye.