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pressions suggested in the loving maternal countenances of those watching over her?

Dear little innocent prattler! One Sabbath morning, getting ready for the Sabbath-school, her sister Fanny, admiring the beautiful flowers on Milly's new bonnet, said to her, half in play, half in earnest, “O' Milly! Milly! what do you think dear Aunty will say when she sees you so fond of your gay bonnet ?"

“Oh,” said Milly, “I know what dear Aunty will say. She will tell you if Milly is only a good little girl, no matter for her beautiful bonnet ! Aunty will not be troubled at all.”

Milly was, in her artless, sweet simplicity, as an infant cherub, like a field violet just opening into life and beauty, and so full of tender religious sensibility and thoughtfulness, so unconscious, so native, that she seemed almost to have been born a seraph, so loving, so happy, so holy. Her life was very brief, but, oh, how radiant, how lovely! The freedom of the dear child's heart from the desire or pride of admiration might well be the work of the early sanctifying grace of God.

This incident recalls to mind the promise connected with our Lord's Kingdom on earth, “ From the womb of the morning thou hast the dew of thy youth.” Our Lord's own Holy Nativity and education were the result of the fulfilment of the One Hundred and Tenth Psalm, as an example of the riches and beauty of the Kingdom of Divine Glory thenceforth to be established upon earth ; what was to be the hope of his calling and what the riches of the glory of his inheritance in the Saints, and what the exceeding greatness of his power realized in the regeneration and Resurrection of Saints in light.

The better impulses, by God designed,
Become the seeds of character refined,
Rocked in the earliest cradle of the mind ;
Roots of pure habits in the soil entwined,
To bear in ripest age the fruits of grace,
Reflections from their guardian angel's face !
Dear reminiscences of Jesus' Love,
As in the Ark the white wings of the Dove,
A resting-place to seek earth's waves above.
Dews of Christ's youth, in earliest morning sought,
Are fruits divine of all celestial thought,
Through Faith and Love transfiguring the mind,
Because parental hearts were thus inclined ;
And sought occasions daily to diffuse
The lights from heaven o'er their infantile views.
O sacred trust! from Jesus given to Man!
The Babe's Salvation, God's parental plan!
The joy, the glory of Christ's Harvest Home,
For countless millions in the Heaven to come.

It was to this lovely angel of our household that our very dear friend Mrs. Henrietta C. Buck referred in her affectionate note, saying, “Although I know that your house is a house of mourning and sorrow, yet if it is perfectly agreeable and convenient to grant our request for the evening of Sabbath, 15th instant, it will be a most grateful gift.

“Dear Mrs. Cheever, it has been with heartfelt sympathy that I have thought of you the last few days, watching that little sufferer whilst she was going down the valley of the shadow of death. I have twice been called to that bitter pang of parting with such dear little treasures, and I know how agonizing is the bereavement! But I know also what a source of consolation there is in thinking, I have a child in Heaven.” The tender plant is now safe and sheltered from all the storm of this life. May God comfort you all and cause this affliction to prove in the end a precious blessing! With much love and sympathy,

Yours truly,

H. C. B.

YE MUCH-LOVED LITTLE ONES, COME ALL TO ME!

O God! support my faltering grace!
Still keep me in the heavenly race!
With Faith and Hope and Love to trace
The shinings of my Saviour's face!

For Thou alone, dear Lord, canst keep
Me in the fold of Thy dear sheep!
Alas, so easily astray
If tempted in the World's Highway,
As truants from my Lord to play!

Keep me! Oh, keep me, Blessed Lord!
Till, in the freedom of Thy Word,
The Prisoner of Hope, I be
Secured eternally by Thee;
From sin and death forever free,

INHABITING ETERNITY!
The golden picture of your Heavenly Home,
Dear child, is sweet, wherever you may roam!
Happy you are, if in life's early morning
You have enjoyed, through Love's Maternal Warning,
A heavenly shield from sin's destructive snares,
By virtue of your Saviour's loving prayers :
His Cross, His Crown, your infinite delight;
The sunset glow, your cradle hymn at night.
Each early morning's radiance, how bright!

Each evening's constellations clear forewarning
The glories of the Resurrection Morning.

For in God's mercy, even so,
Your peaceful nightly slumbering visions show,
By watchful radiant trains of angels round,
Whose songs the children of God's love are keeping,
How precious in His sight your lives are found,
By files of seraphs guarding you while sleeping.

For so, “ He giveth His beloved sleep;"
Who day by day His blissful precepts keep,

Till they in Paradise God's harvests reap;
Where grief nor fear shall evermore be known,
But full redemption from the world's complaints;
With riches of the heritage of saints,
And memories of such wondrous liberty,
From guilt and misery forever free!

Ye much-loved little ones, come all to me!
For I your endless happiness shall be;
In every world you shall my glory see,
And know the bliss of grateful love to me!

O God, the dying sinner see,
And guide his struggles after Thee!
Give him with supplicating grace,
Importunate, to seek Thy face;
Say to his passions, “Peace, be still!"
And at Thine all-controlling will,
The ocean's conflict shall subside,
All calm and peacefully shall glide ;
And I, the storms of Life outriding,
In God's dear grace supreme confiding,
And in the depths of Heaven abiding.

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