remember them, when she could scarcely remember anything else. And, oh! could she see you, dear children, how she would delight to tell you what a comfort they were made to her, and how earnestly would she beg of you to learn as much Scripture, and as many beautiful hymns as you can, for you know not how soon you may be laid upon a sick-bed. Is Jesus precious to you, my young readers? do you really love him? Oh! dear children, you will never enter through the pearly gates, or walk the golden streets of heaven, or sing the "new song," with bright angels round the throne, unless Jesus is precious to you here. You will never walk with Jesus "in white" above, unless you walk with Him by faith now. You will never shine with Jesus in glory, unless Jesus who is the Sun of Righteousness shine into your hearts on earth. You must be washed in His blood; you must be clothed in His righteousness; you must be made holy by His Spirit, if you would spend eternity in His presence. Go, then, to Jesus now, and say, "Lord lift Thou up the light of Thy countenance upon us." "Make Thy face to shine upon Thy servant; save me for Thy mercy's sake." And remember that He has said, "Him that cometh unto me I will in nowise cast out.” THE HINDOO CHILD. ONCE a missionary, who had been long in India, was going back to England for a little while. He was to get into the ship at Calcutta. The Christian Hindoos stood in crowds by the river side to bid him farewell. Among the rest was a little girl with her parents. She was a gracious child, who had turned from idols to serve the living God. The missionary said to her, "Well, my child, you know I am going to England: what shall I bring you from that country? "I do not want anything," she modestly replied; "I have my parents, and my brother, and the Padri-Sahibs (those are the missionaries), and my books,-what can I want more?" But," said the missionary, "you are only a little girl, and surely you would like something from England. Shall I bring you some playthings?" "No, thank you," said the child; "" I do not want playthings: I am learning to read." "Come, come," said the missionary," shall I bring you a playfellow; a white child from England?" 66 No, no," answered the little girl, "it would be taking her from her parents.' "Well, then," said her friend, "is there nothing I can bring you?" "Well, if you are so kind as to insist on bringing me something, ask the Christians in England to send me a Bible-book, and more Padri-Sahibs." Far Off. My Father! thou art very high,— I've seen Thy wonders on the deep, Oft I've been in a little skiff, That rides upon the wave, O'er each dark wave that 'mid wild strife Opens a sailor's grave! O'er the wide sea I love to roam, For I'm a sailor boy, And naught from my blue water home, My heart will e'er decoy. My Father's gentle hand I view, In the wide firmament of blue,- My Father's mighty hand I see, That dashes o'er the frail boat's lee- My Father's glorious hand I trace, 'Mid the bright worlds on high,'Mid millions, that through endless space, Roll onward in the sky. But may a sinful child like me Yes, for He sent His Son to die, When o'er the stormy sea I rove, I'll think my Father dwells above, Father, I'll tell thy glorious name, Thy goodness and Thy grace proclaim, TEXTS TO FIND AND QUESTIONS TO 1st Week 2nd Week 3rd Week 4th Week 5th Week ANSWER. 35. "Whom, having not seen, ye love." (37. "Love not sleep." 38. Does Jesus ever say that God takes 39. "Hate the evil, and love the good." 41. Doing the will of God from the heart." 42. Who was it that had with him "a (43. "God be merciful to me a sinner." Received:" Eunice"-"R. W. Stoke"-"Z."-"E. M." We thank you. All to the point, and suitable. Received for Felix Neff's Schools, from the Misses and Master Fyott, 10s. All Communications and Articles for insertion to be addressed to the Editor, at Messrs. SEELEYS, 54, Fleet-street; or, which is more direct, to the Rev. C. CARUS WILSON, 22, Spencer-square, Ramsgate. |