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and built a hut for himself near the missionary's house, that he might often hear the word which had proved so precious to his soul, and have his children trained up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Often used he to speak with a glowing heart of the love of Jesus; and, with tears, he used to invite and entreat the people of his tribe to turn to the living God.

Being one night out fishing, he caught a severe cold, and from that time his health began rapidly to decline. The missionary says: "I saw him almost daily; and when telling him one day that this trial was likely to be his last, his eyes brightened, and, taking me by the hand, he said: Then you think I am so near heaven?

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then, I will begin to settle my affairs, and only think on Jesus; for, since I have known aright what he has done, I have ever wished to be with him.'" On the missionary reading to him what Paul said about nothing separating him from the love of Christ, Franzen remarked: "That is a lovely word, blessed Lord! and I thank thee that I feel persuaded that nothing in heaven or earth shall ever separate me from thee." The day before he died he sent for the missionary, and said to him: "I have called you to settle all about my wife and children. I feel persuaded that you will be their father." Then, calling in his three children, he said: "My dear children, you have no father, but the Dominie (minister)

will be all to you. Follow him, love him, learn well, and soon we shall see each other again. I am going to your mother, (she being dead.) Oh! my dear children, love your Saviour; for you know that he died for us. Will not you love him?" He then gave each a blessing; and joining their hands with the missionary's, said-" Go now with your father. Why do °, you weep? I know he will care for you.' After a little pause, he said "Pray, O pray!" He was asked-"Do you feel happy?" "Very happy," he replied; "but sometimes I seem to be alone-as if walking in the bush-at other times it is dark all about me. But here-laying his hand upon his breast-here is light, here is rest! I am very happy!" The missionary, on leaving him, said " Franzen, look to Jesus: he will guide you till"-" Yes. Farewell, Dominie: soon we shall meet again."

When the missionary called next morning, he seemed not to notice anything around him; but his lips were moving as if he were engaged in prayer. The missionary, and his children, and friends, knelt at his bed-side commending his soul to the Good Shepherd; and, after a few hours, he entered into his rest.

And if my little readers have liked the history of Franzen, they shall hear another time about some of his children, who soon followed their dear father to heaven.

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A LADY who was in the habit of close attendance on the Princess Amelia during her last illness, described as singularly affecting, some of the latter interviews which took place between the princess and her royal father, George III., and which seldom failed to turn on the momentous topic of the future world, "My dear child," said his majesty to her, on one of these occasions, "you have ever been a good child to your parents; we have nothing wherewith to reproach you; but I need not tell you that it is not of yourself alone that you can be saved, and that your acceptance with God must depend on your faith and trust in the merits of the Redeemer." "I know it," replied the princess, mildly, but emphatically, "and I could wish for no better trust."

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We have no hope in ourselves, but in "God's mercy through Christ." When a pious and laborious minister was laid upon his death-bed, a friend said to him, Brother, you are going to receive the reward of all your labours." He instantly replied, "Brother, I hope I am going to receive mercy.

The Rev. David Dickson, professor of divinity in Edinburgh, being asked in his last hours how he found himself, replied, "I have taken my good deeds and bad deeds, and thrown them together in a heap, and fled from them both to Christ, and in him I have peace,"

CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER.

'Tis time to go to bed,

And shut my weary eyes:
But first I'll thank for daily bread
My Father in the skies.

I fear that I this day

Have not obey'd my God;
Blest Saviour, pardon me, I pray,
And wash me in thy blood.

I now am very young,
But as I older grow,

I hope to praise thee with my tongue,
And more of thee to know.

Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale.

Q. F. R.

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Ir is our earnest desire to see the children of our Sunday-schools interested in missions, as one of the happiest means under God of leading them to pious thoughts concerning their own eternal welfare, and of cultivating a spirit and habit of religious benevolence. The following letter is addressed by the wife of a missionary in China to her little sisters:

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