When first met with she was in respectable circumstances in life; they had been shopkeepers, but left business, and she carried on a laundry.

Both the husband and herself were very averse to the visits of the missionary; they would take a tract, but hold the door, lest he should step in. But by perseverance some way was made; a few words passed at the door, then he got into the room, and a more full and free conversation ensued, till, at last, he was invited to sit down, when he was at liberty to take out his Bible and read, expound, and enforce its sacred truths. He held a meeting in the neighbourhood, to which she was often invited, but for some time she declined; the place was not respectable enough. At last, she came, and never after was she absent, except illness prevented. She did not attend long before she gave evidence that the Word was blessed; she became uneasy, at times disposed to object against the humbling doctrines of the Gospel. She was a Pharisee originally, and she did not at once get rid of her self-righteousness. She now became a regular attendant on the means of grace at the Tabernacle, Moorfields, and in time was led to see and feel her true condition; and her feelings and desires were the same as the great apostle's, "That I may win Christ, and be found in Him, not having mine own righteousness which is of the law, but that which is through the righteousness of Christ, the righteousness which is of God by faith." Her whole spirit and manner became changed; where

as she had been very haughty, and carried herself so much above those who dwelt by her and had anything to do with her, she became like the Lord she loved-meek, and lowly in heart, and soon commanded the respect of all who knew her, who, however they disliked her religion, were constrained to admire her character. She soon wished to be united with the church of Christ. But here she had a cross to bear; her husband-a civil man, who had no objection to religion in moderation, such as a little general conversation about it, so that it did not come too close in its application, and thought it might be very well to go to meetings and church or chapel occasionally-would not hear of such a thing as her joining the church; and so determined was he in his opposition, that she considered it best to defer what she much desired, remarking, "I am sure the Lord will open a way that I may do what I see is a duty, and which I feel will be a privilege."

This was granted her in a way she little thought, and as little desired. Not long after, her husband took ill, and, after several weeks, died. There was some hope in his end. Left now at liberty, she applied and was received a member of the Tabernacle by the Rev. Dr. Campbell, and walked in the commands and ordinances of the Lord blameless for several years, and supported herself in respectability, but was now to experience adversity. Her husband had left her several hundred pounds which she suffered a worthless sonin-law to have on pretence of going into business, by which he was to

e had been very ha ed herself so much s dwelt by her and had with her, she became she loved-meek and

and soon comman t of all who knew e er they disliked her constrained to a

ter. She soon wished with the church of ere she had a cross sband-a civil mar ection to religion in ch as a little generale about it, so that i Do close in its applicat t it might be very va etings and churche nally-would not thing as her jo ; and so determined

pposition, that she c to defer what she remarking, "I am s ill open a way that I see a duty, and

be a privilege." ras granted her in a ught, and as little a after, her husband r several weeks, de e hope in his er berty, she applied

a member of the Tat Rev. Dr. Campbel the commands an f the Lord blame ears, and supported tability, but was e adversity. Her her several hundred e suffered a worthles

have on pretence less, by which bel

do great things for his family and to do much for her, but which he soon She "wasted in riotous living." never complained, but laboured on and supported herself till strength failed, and then coolly said to her friends, "I can work no longer, and therefore I shall go to the workhouse, and not stop till I am a burden to others." She put her resolve into practice, and entered the place which she has now exchanged for the mansions in the skies. The person to whom she used to say she was indebted, under God, for her spiritual life and hope, has to speak the word of life in the Union she was in, and was rejoiced to find her light was so shining in that generally dark place, that others were taking knowledge of her and speaking well of her. She was ill two years ago, and he made a special visit to her, when one of the officials of the house said, "Ah, Mrs. Higgins is a good woman; it would be well if all the people here were like her; this would be a very different place." And the same feeling was manifested by the people in the ward; all had a good word to say of her, and all were willing to do anything for her. At length the time drew nigh that she must depart. She had been ill some time, when a message was brought to the missionary that she was dying, and desired to see him. He went, and although he knew she had obtained a good report among the inmates, he was not quite prepared to hear how wide-spread her humble, quiet, but consistent Chris

tian influence was.

The time in the day he went rendered it necessary that he should see the master and

When he came to her bed, she smiled, and putting out her hand, said, "I can't say much to you, but wished to see you before I go hence. You have been with me all my spiritual journey." She was exhausted, and he added, "And now you have come to the last stage?" "Yes, yes, and I feel that the Lord who has been with me all along will not leave me now at the last, though it is hard work, and I pray I may have patience not to murmur."

After reading the Word, prayer was offered, with which she was much refreshed, and a number of the people gathered round her bed to join in the exercise. She was visited frequently during the few days she lived, and though her bodily sufferings were great, she retained the same peaceful frame of mind. "It's hard work," she said, "but it will soon be over. Oh, how glad I am to think the end is come. I shall soon be with the Lord."

On the day she died, she was

visited. The nurses said, "Please, Sir, she has just gone to sleep; she has had a most painful night, but not a murmur escaped her lips, and we are keeping quite still that she may get a little rest." But when her visitor came to the bed, he found her spirit had fled. She had died in her sleep, and thus her end had been like her life-quiet and peaceful. "How blessed the righteous when they die.".

If, in closing this paper, we ask,

WHY FRANK WAS FORGIVEN. "PAPA, how could you say the Lord's Prayer this morning?" This question was put to an eminent clergyman by one of his own children, after being punished for an act of disobedience. It happened one day that little Frank was sent into the garden to play with the other children, and in a short time fixed his longing eyes upon a favourite cherry tree of his papa's, the fruit of which all the little ones had been forbidden to touch; but the temptation was too strong for poor Frank. He looked again, and then tasted, after which he returned to his companions; and in a few minutes after his father entered the garden. Seeing what had been done, he called the children around him, and inquired what had become of the missing cherries. For a moment all were silent, when little Frank looked up, and said, "I cannot tell a lie; I did it."

"How many have you taken?" was the next question asked by his father.

by what was it Mrs. Higgins earned for herself such esteem, both before she went and while in the workhouse, and by what was it she so commended the Gospel she professed, we answer, it was by the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. She had little to say, but she loved the Gospel. Her life was one of peace in herself and making peace among others; and her case shows how real religion will shine out under all circumstances. J. H.

"Three," replied Frank.

"Then," said Mr. C-, "for the next three days, sir, you will live on bread and water, as a punishment for your disobedience." For two days the plate of dry bread and cup

of cold water waited for poor Frank at meal times, instead of his usual fare; and on the morning of the third day, while standing at the breakfast table, his father asked him how he liked his fare.

The child answered, "I can eat it very well, papa, but I don't much like it;" and, after standing in silence a few minutes, looked up and said, "Can't you forgive me, papa ?" "No, sir, I cannot; my word has passed, and you must take your three days, as I told you."

The question was again asked, "But can't you really forgive me, papa ?"

"No," was the answer, "I cannot break my word."

Frank instantly said, "Then, papa, how could you say the Lord's Prayer this morning?"

Mr. C ordered the bread and water to be removed, and turning to his little one, said with evident pleasure, My boy, you have preached me a better sermon than I ever preached in my life."

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THE OX AND THE HORSE. THE Germans have many beautiful fables; among them is this, from which large boys may learn how to

do with little brothers, and with schoolmates younger and weaker than themselves.

A large ox, walking along the road with a heavy tread, met a gay horse with a boy on his back. The child was guiding him with the bridle, while he stepped very softly, as if afraid of hurting his little rider. The ox stopped in front of them, and cried out in his most unmusical tones, "Oh, shame on you! a great, strong, spirited horse, as people call you, letting a tiny fellow like that rule over you; you have not the spirit of a sheep, and are a disgrace to the noble family you sprang from. If the little tyrant should try to mount my back, I'd soon throw him off! I'd toss him into the air with my horns, and trample him under my feet when he came down!" And he cast a look of terrible scorn on the noble horse.

Fleetfoot, as the horse was called, did not hang down his head and paw the dust, as if he was ashamed to be caught in business beneath his station. Not he. He raised up his forefeet, threw out his broad chest, and bending his neck like a warhorse, asked, "But suppose, sir, I should follow your advice, what glory should I get to myself, a great strong steed, by killing a poor, weak child, whom my kind master trusted to my care? I should add the meanness of treachery to the guilt of cruelty. No, sir! I am not ashamed to spend my strength for the pleasure of the weak!" And he walked on as softly as if the proud ox had not taunted him.

part against you, and you came off the victor, what credit do you get yourself? None. The finger of scorn is pointed at you, and every one despises you as a mean oppressor. We know of no nobler sight than a large boy yielding to, amusing, and petting the little ones, at home or at school. He will be the brave fellow when the conflict of life comes on, never giving up the right himself, and assisting all weaker oues to stand firmly their ground against such as seek to impose on them.-Child at Home.

When we see a great boy snatching a ball, or pulling a kite from a little one, or refusing to play with those younger than he, saying, "Do you think I, a great stout fellow, will let a baby get the upper hand of me; or stoop to play with little boys?" we think of the mean ox and the brave horse. Remember, boys-at home in the nursery, out on the play-ground, wherever you are that it is the glory of the strong to be kind and gentle toward the weak. If you should have a contest with one too small to take his own

out too long at my play; but I don't care; there's more ways than one to get a ride."

"My sister always knows her lesson better than I do; but I don't care."

"I missed my lesson this morning, and got down to the foot of the class for talking; but I don't care."

"I forgot to say my prayers this morning; but I don't care.'

"Don't care, Charlie ?" said I to him one day. "Don't care, did you say ? You surely did not stop to think of the importance of these three little words. When you go to your father, and tell him you are hungry, does he say, 'I don't care?' When you go to your mother, and tell her you are sick, does she say, 'I don't care?' If she did, you would

THE DREAM.

I ONCE heard a minister, who stated that he preached a number of years in a certain place, without any visible benefit to any one. Finally, he concluded it was not right for him to preach, and, in consequence, thought he would give it up. But, while musing on the subject, he fell asleep and dreamed. "I dreamed," said he, "that I was to work for a certain man for so much, and my business was splitting open a very large rock with a very small hammer, pounding upon the middle of it in order to split it open. I worked a long time to no effect, and at length I became discouraged, and began to complain when my employer came. Said he :

'Why do you complain? Have you not fared well while in my employ ?'

open your eyes in astonishment to find her turning you off in that manner; but if it would sound strangely for your parents to talk so, it certainly does for a child, and especially not to care when you forgot to say your prayers."

I hope none of my little readers will have occasion to point to any of Charlie's sayings, and say, "That belongs to me." I won't even suppose that one of our little Sundayschool scholars would say, "I don't care." It must be those little children who, like Charlie, don't go Sabbath school, who make use of such words; but you may, dear reader, be tempted to; and if you are at any time, just keep your lips shut, and pray in your heart until the temptation has passed away..

Oh! yes.'

'Have you not had enough to eat?'

'Yes.'

'Have you been neglected in any way?' 'No, Sir.'

'Then,' said he, 'keep to your work—cease your complaints, and will take care of the result.' H then left me.

"I then thought I applied my littl hammer with more energy, and soor the rock burst open with such fore that it awoke me. Then," says he "I ceased to complain. I seized my little hammer with new vigour, hammered upon that great rock (sin with renewed energy, nothing doubt ing, and soon the rock burst. Th Spirit of the Lord rushed in, and th result was a reward of a glorious in gathering of souls to the heavenly Shiloh.

"Thus you see, my brother, tha to persevere in well-doing is th sure way to gain the prize."--Youth Guide.

THE RIGHT KIND OF NOISE

Rigid disciplinarians in the army are often annoyed by the religious zeal of Christian soldiers, but great generals, like Cromwell and Wel lington, know how to turn this zeal to good service. Here is a characte ristic anecdote of General Jackson.