sits down content and happy, to employ her little fingers on behalf of the poor neathen.

THE WIDOW AND HER DAUGHTER. “Mother (said little Mary A.) why do you cry so much ?"_“ Indeed, my dear, (replied her mother,) I have great cause to weep, since your father is dead.”—“But, mother, (said the child) you need not weep so much; God is still good to you.”

One day when Mary saw her mother very anxious about something they stood in need of, she said to her, “O! mother, the grace of God is better than that I would rather have the grace and love of God, than any thing in the world.” Mary was very duti. ful and kind to her poor mother; and did every thing she could to assist her, and make her happy. · When Mary was between eleven and twelve years of age, she fell sick, and died. A short time before her death, her mother told her she was very sorry she had corrected, her so often, for she had been a very good child. But Mary sweetly said, it was a great blessing to her, that her mother had taken so much pains with her, and reproved her. when she did wrong ; and that if she had mot, she might have become very wicked, and been undone for ever.

? Anecdote or THE PRINCESS

CHARLOTTE. When the late Princess Charlotte of Wales was a little girl, she was one day taking a walk with a lady. She saw a boy, whose clothes were very ragged, sitting under a hedge, and crying very loud. She hastened to him, and

her a wound on his hand; which for want of covering, was exposed to the cold air, and gave him pain. She took out her handkerchief, to bind up the wound; when she was checked by the lady. “Have I not read in my Bible (said the lovely princess) that he who was greater than any earthly king, healed the wounds of the leper ? and shall I not then follow his example, and bind up the wounds of this poor boy?”.

A HEATHEN CONVERTED BY A CHILD.

When Mr. Money was living in India, his daughter, not then three years old, one day walked out with a native servant. They came near an old Hindoo temple, when the servant stepped aside, and bowed to a stone idol at the door. The child in her simple language said, “Saamy, what for you do that?"_ "Oh! Missy (said he) that my god."-_“Your god, Saamy! •vby your god no see no hear-no walk-your god stone! My God see every thing. My God make you, make me, make every thing.”

Mr. Money lived there some time: Saamy continued to worship at the temple, and Alissy to reprove him. But when they were about to leave India, the poor heathen said, “what will poor Saamy do, when Missy go to England! Saamy no father, no mother!” _The child replied, “Oh! Saamy, if you love my God, he will be your father and mother too.”_He promised to do so. “Then (said she) you must learn my prayers." He agreed; and she taught him The Lord's Prayer, The Creed, and her morning and evening hymns. Some time after this, he begged to learn English, that he might read the Bible : and he became at length a sincere and devout Christian. “ Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou ordainest praise !"

FOLLY OF IDOLATRY. A child about eight years old, in India, who had been brought up in the Christian religion, was laughed at for it by some heathen older than himself.

In reply, he told them what he had been taught about God." Shew us your God,"

said the heathen. “I cannot do that, (an. swered the child ;) but I can soon shew yours to you.” Taking up a stone, and daubing it with something like a human face, he placed it very gravely upon the ground, and pushed it towards them with his foot. “There (said 'he) is such a god as you worship!”

TO FANNY ON GOING TO SCHOOL.
Little Fanny, fare thee well,
Heavenly blessings with thee dwell ;
Duty bids you go away,
You must leave your home to day.
Pray for those you leave behind,
Mother, brothers, sister kind;
For your faithful teachers pray,
And for those with whom you play
Pray for Heathen fierce and wild,
Pray for little negro child.
Grow in knowledge and in grace,
'Till you see your Saviour's face,
And in heavenly courts above,
Triumph in redeeming love.

Keep her, Father, 'till she come,'.
Back to this bar earthly home;
But if this be not thy will,
Home shall be her portion still,
Heavenly blessings with thee dwell,
Little Fanny, fare thee well.

. A HYMN.
God, who reigns above the sky,
Though he dwells so very high,
Will not turn his ear away,
When he heàrs an infant pray.
He hath bid me seek his face,
With the promise of his grace;
Let me now that promise claim,
In the Lord my Saviour's name.
Lord, I would my sins confess,
Seek thy grace and righteousness ;
In thy Son I would believe,
And his blessed peace receive.
May thy Spirit from above,
Fill my soul with light and love ;
Teach me how to live and die,
Teach me how to rise on high.
Gracious Father, let ine be
Loved by Jesus and by thee;
In that love for ever rest,
And I am for ever blest.- IOTA.

A. Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdals.