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and was so sadly burnt that he died a few hours after in the greatest pain. The frock was part of the things sent from Tunstall for the poor in that part of London, and it was all he had on. It had been given a day or two before with some other clothes, and the poor mother had taken them with tears of joy.

Dear children, all this sad tale is quite true; and I wish you may learn from it to pity and to pray for those poor children who are far worse off than you. You should never sit down to any of your meals, without thinking how many children have no food to sit down to; and without thanking God for so many mercies, of all of which you are un. worthy.

And learn, dear children, never to go near the fixe. Think of the poor little boy burnt to death! and beware of fire, and of touching hot water.

And when you hear of such a house of mourning, think of the glory of heaven; where all who love Jesus Christ, and whose sins are washed away in his blood, shall no more sor. row and sigh, or see their dear children die around them, but shall be for ever with each other and the Lord,

, BIBLE SOCIETY.

A new Testament was lately given to a girl in South America, whose mother was left a widow with three chidren. Her brother, about ten years old, begged very hard that he might have one. But as the rule was, only to give one to a family, he could not have one without money. After a little time he came with one skilling (about three pence.) Being told that he coud not have a Bible for that sum, he went away, and returned with another skilling. Finding this was not enough, he again tried to obtain more money, but failed. He could do no more, and he knew, if he did not now succeed, he must be without a Bible. It would have affected any one to have seen this dear lad, in a begging posture, with his arm stretched out, holding his skillings open in his hand, and the tears in his eyes, while he pleaded for a Bible. And no one could have found in his heart to refuse. On asking how he got the money, it was found that he got one skilling from his mother, and

one from his brother, and that he pledged some play-things for the other. The Bible was given to him, and his skillings were returned : and he could not have seemed more happy, if he had had a crown put upon his head.

A little girl, 11 years of age, who lives in a Swiss village, bought a Bible with the money she had earned by needle-work. She afterwards brought her minister some pence for the poor : and has also earned a small sum more for the use of two poor persons, that they may each be able to give the price for a Bible.

CHRISTMAS HYMN
How blessed was the day,

When Christ appeared on earth;
Angels and men together join,

To hail the Saviour's birth.

How kindly he became

A little child like me;
A child of poor and lowly name,

The Saviour deigned to be.

The stable was his room,

The manger was his bed;
The birth-place of the King of Kings,
Was where the oxen fed.

Hail, gracious, heavenly Prince!

To thee let children fiy;
And on thy constant providence,

0! may we all rely.

Jesus will take the young

Beneath his special care;
And he will keep their youthful days

From every hurtful snare.

He knows their tender frame,

Nor will their youth contemn;
For he a little child became,

To love and pity them.

Nor does he now forget

His youthful days on earth;
Nor would we ever cease our praise,

For the Redeemer's birth.

LINES ON AN INFANT WHO DIED AT

DAY-BREAK.

“Let me go: for the day breaketh.” Gen. 32. 26. Cease here longer to detain me,

Fondest mother drown'd in wne;
Now thy fond caresses pain me,
Morn advances--- let me go.

Lately launched a trembling stranger,

On the world's wild boist'rous flood,
Pierc'd with sorrows, toss'd with danger,

Gladly I return to God.

Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee,

Now my trembling heart find rest: Kinder arms than thine receive me,

Softer pillow than thy breast.

Weep not o'er these eyes that languish,

Upward turning toward their home : How will they forget all anguish, 4

While they wait to see thee come.

There, my mother, pleasures centre,.-

---Weeping, parting, care, or woe. Ne'er our Father's house shall enter--

---Morn advances-- let me go.

As thro’ this calm, holy dawning

Silent glides my parting breath, To an everlasting morning,--Gently close my eyes in death.

Blessings endless, richest blessings

Pour their streams upon thy heart! (Though no language yet possessing)

Breathes my spirit e'er we part.

Yet to leave thee sorrowing, rends me;

Tho' again his voice I hear :
Rise !---may every grace attend thee,

Rise!... and seek to meet me there.

CECIL.

Foster, Printer.)

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