taken to the hospital; for some weeks she lay in low fever; then rapid consumption set in, and she died. She was only nine years old, but for some time she had given evidence that she belonged to Jesus. When she was taken seriously ill, I asked her would she be afraid to die? She said, "No. My sins are all taken away. I shall go to Jesus in heaven.' She had two favourite hymns, one beginning— "My Jesus I love thee," the other "Jesus loves me." These she often sung in the ravings of fever and in her sleep. One day I asked her for a text; she said, "I will lay me down in peace and take my rest." A few days before her death a friend went to see her; she could not talk much, but he spoke to her of Jesus' love. When he was gone she sat up in bed and said quite loudly to the other patients, "Did you hear him-he says, Jesus loves me?" The assurance seemed to comfort her afresh. The afternoon of the day on which she died her brother and sister went to see her. She said, "I am going to die." Charley said, "Are you afraid?" "No," said the little one; "I'm going to Jesus." Charley asked again, "Are you sure your sins are forgiven?" "Yes, quite sure," she said. "Good-bye." Carry was followed to the grave by a large number of the children of the Dublin Mission-schools (it was too far for the nestlings to come), and they sang around her grave her favourite hymn, feeling sure that Carry was with the dear Jesus that she so much loved. We are al Now about money. ways badly off this time of the year, and we ask our friends to pray very earnestly that all our wants may be supplied. We also beg of friends if possible to make up their collections by the 20th of December, in order that we may get out the report earlier. Post-office-orders to be drawn on the General Post-office, Dublin. Parcels of clothing to be forwarded to Mrs. Perry, 29, Bridge-street, Bristol, who will send them on free. SARAH DAVIES, Honorary Secretary to Children's Association. 35, Upper Fitzwilliam-street, Dublin. LONDON: WILLIAM MACINTOSH, THE POOR IN THE WEST. FRIENDS who last winter helped us in clothing the poor children in the West will read with interest the following letter of thanks for a bale— one of six which went off in Christmas week, and which were a great blessing in six poor districts-the names of contributors are published in the Birds' Nest Report. We trust our friends will not forget poor Ireland in her troubles; it is hard to think of our rich neighbours wishing to take away our little all; but Jesus Christ cares for the weak ones, and He will be our strength and our stay. DEAR FRIEND, Ballyconree, The parcel of clothes you kindly forwarded arrived a few days |