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CHILDREN'S JEWISH ADVOCATE.

MARCH, 1859.

THE NIGHT COMETH.

WE are often told that life is short. We are often told that we are like the flower of the field, soon cut down and withered. And since life is so short, and so uncertain-since our time for doing the will of Jesus will so soon pass away, our Lord's words have great force, "I must work the work of Him that sent me while it is day; the night cometh, when no man can work."

A few days ago we had a solemn lesson of this. The post, one morning, brought a great number of letters. But among them, on that one occasion, were three, which might well lead old and young to think and to consider their ways. Two of these letters told of collectors for "the Children's Jubilee Memorial" having been cut off in their youth. They had begun to work, but how

short was their time! How soon had the silver cord been loosed! how soon had the golden bowl been broken!

One of these was Miss A. H. She had been carried off by that dreadful disease, diptheria, of which so many young people have lately died. Her heart must have been in the work which she had begun. She wished to labour for Christ, and to do good. Up to that time she had collected seven shillings and tenpence. But she

was taken before she could finish her work. It was however upon her heart. And before she died she gave a strict charge that the money she had collected should be sent to London, for the good of the lambs of Israel's flock.

Miss L. W. had also a book to collect for "the Children's Jubilee Memorial." But she never was enabled to put her hand to the plough. It was a good thing which she desired to do, but she died before she could begin the work. Her sisters and brother contributed a guinea, and sent it up for the cause which their little beloved one desired to help.

Ten shillings and threepence were sent up from Master H. This dear boy had hoped to have collected much more. But soon after commencing his work he became very ill with hooping cough. Since that time he has been kept in the house, and thus his work has been cut

short. We trust that it may be the Lord's will to restore our young friend to perfect health.

Dear readers, let us all seek to profit by these things. If one post brought all this intelligence, may not some post take like tidings concerning you? And may not this come to pass much sooner than you expect?

There was one who wished to work, but she was taken away before she had time to begin. There was another who intended to do more, but the Lord laid him aside, and he had to give up his labours. There was a third, who with her dying breath thought of the work which she had been led to do, and sought its good. Do not delay. Work while it is called to-day. Put into practice your good resolutions. If you do not begin now, you may never be able to begin at all. The night cometh, when no man can work.

READING THE WORD.

IN one of Mr. Kleinhenn's missionary journeys in Wallachia, he came to a town called Ruststruck. There a convert of the name of Paul was teaching the Jews the way of salvation. Paul is one of the fruits of our mission at Bucharest.

Two young Jews were travelling to Tultscha and passed through Ruststruck. Paul met them. and persuaded them to come and lodge in the