sionary saw her several times during her illness, and, though often in great pain, she told him again and again, she was "quite happy." On one occasion he asked her, what part of the Bible she would like him to read. She replied, the fourteenth of John; and on being asked why, she said, because it told about that home to which she was so quickly going.

She soon became much worse, and on the morning of her death she sent her mother to fetch the missionary, as she wished to see him once more. He went directly, and finding her very ill, he said to her: " My child, you are not afraid to die?" "No," she said, with a smile, "Why should I? Christ has conquered death," and a few hours after, her happy spirit went home, as she had said, to be with Jesus.

Such was the happy death of a poor Jewish girl. Dear children, will you not try to follow her as she followed Jesus? Then your deathbed will also be a happy one, and you will join with her and all the Jewish and Christian children who have loved and served Him here, in singing His praises for ever hereafter.

A KITTEN'S CONTRIBUTION.

HAVE you ever played with a kitten?

I have

a pretty little black and white one, and I often

amuse myself by watching it, as it frisks about. It belongs to a sober old black cat, which we call Topsy, and a mischievous little creature it is. It does scarcely any thing all the day long, but tease its poor mother, first patting her cheek with its tiny paw, and then trying to bite her tail with its little mouth, in which the teeth are only just coming. Now I dare say you will think that such a troublesome little thing can never be of any real use, and that the only reason I keep it is, to play with it, and stroke its soft fur as it sits in my lap. So you might think; but if you like to hear a little more about it, you will see that I am going to try and make Topsy's kitten of a great deal of use. What do you think for? I am sure you cannot guess. Why, for the Jews' Society. And how do you think I am going to do it? I will tell you. When my kitty grown a little older, so that she can leave her mother, I am going to send her to a lady who wants a cat to keep away the rats and mice, and she will give me two or three shillings for her. This money I shall then send to the Society which tries to teach the poor Jews to read that Bible, which I hope even the youngest of you have learnt to love.

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I have been telling you about my kitty, but do you know what I wish is, to make each of those who read this story, try and

do something themselves, and be of as much use as she will be. I like to watch children playing as well as kittens, and indeed they often put me in mind of them. Just as my kitty teases its mother, and keeps her awake when she wishes to go to sleep, so I often hear little children at bed-time begging mamma to let them stay up a little longer. They are not at all sleepy yet, they say, and then their eyes look so bright, and they skip about just like kittens. You see, then, that you are like my kit in some things, but there are others in which you are not at all like her. If I talk to her, and tell her that the poor Jews are very ignorant, and that many of them have never even seen the Bible, or heard about Jesus Christ the Good Shepherd, she will perhaps look up in my face, and begin playing with me, but she will not understand a word I say. The only way in which I can make her useful, is by giving the money that I get for her, to help those poor Jews. You, however, can understand me, when I tell you about these things, and you can be very useful without being sent away and sold, as my kitty will be soon. Indeed, if any one wished to sell you, they would not be allowed to do it in this country; and even if they were allowed, they would have no right to sell you; you will see, if you will try and find the sixth chapter of the first Epistle to the Corinthians, and

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the twentieth verse, that some one has already bought you with a price far greater than you can ever count up. Have you ever thought of this? If not, I wish you would begin to think of it now, and remember that the Master to whom you belong, expects each of you, however young, to be doing some work for him. But oh! what pleasant work it is, and what a bright and beautiful crown He has promised to each of you, when your work is over!

I was saying just now, how hard I have often heard little children beg only to stay up a little longer. This reminds me that when I walk in the streets, I am sometimes followed by little children, who keep running after me and saying: "Please, give us a penny, to buy some bread, for we have had nothing to eat all day." These poor children are sent out by their parents, who teach them to beg, and bring home the money they get. Now, it is not right to beg in the streets, but I think you may learn a lesson even from those little children. Many of the Jews, old and young, are living without any kind person to read the Bible to them, and teach them how they may hope to be happy when they die. Do you not think that you, who have so many kind teachers to instruct and guide you, might sometimes beg a penny from a friend, and keep the money that is given you to spend

you like, for the poor Jews. Remember, that if you love Jesus, you will love the Jews, for he was a Jew, and He loves them and calls them His people. Young as you are, you do not know how much you can do till you try. Who would have thought of doing or getting any thing for the Jews with poor little kittens? And yet, already seven or eight shillings have been got by them, and I dare say more will be. Do not forget that, "where there is a will, there is a way;" and I do not think that any of you would wish to hear that my little black and white kitten had got more for the poor Jews, and done more to help them than you had done.

A WORD ABOUT THE PICTURE.

MEN on horseback, women looking at them as they go by, and a number of children, waiting at the gate, to see them enter the city.

What can all this mean? And then, too, the flag waving from the tower, what can that be for? Something very grand must be going on. But what city can it be? and why have those three grave looking men those strange caps on their heads, and such long beards not at all like Enlishmen? When I tell you that the town is the