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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,
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,
H. C. B.
YE MUCH-LOVED LITTLE ONES, COME ALL TO ME!
O God! support my faltering grace!
For Thou alone, dear Lord, canst keep
Keep me! Oh, keep me, Blessed Lord!
Each evening's constellations clear forewarning
For in God's mercy, even so,
For so, “ He giveth His beloved sleep;"
Till they in Paradise God's harvests reap;
Ye much-loved little ones, come all to me!
O God, the dying sinner see,