many things you never heard of before. For instance ; that the God who made you is holy and cannot bear sin : that you are a poor, helpless, sinful child; and, as the church prayer says, “have no health in you;" that is, health of soul You will then find the account of Jesus Christ, who died to save you from hell, and is alive in heaven at this very time praying to God to spare you. Besides these things, you will find a number of nice promises which God has put there, to comfort and help his people, as they walk through this wicked world to heaven. I fear there are many children who love to read idle song books and story books; but after all, it is “the book of the Lord,” which is most worth reading ; for the songs there are songs of praise to God, and the stories are very pretty, as well as useful, and all quite true. Then let me advise you, my dear child to study the Scriptures: not only to read them in school, but at home too. And say to yourself whenever you open your Bible, now will I seek for some thing, which I may think about all this

day.” So I will end my little Sermon, as I began it, “ seek ye out of the book of the Lord, and read.”

Sometime ago, when I was taking a journey, I went to see the Alum works near Whitby, in Yorkshire. Alum is a virtue contained in certain stones or rocks, which are found in some parts of England. These rocks appear to the eye like any others, and have no taste of alum. Immense piles are made with lares of rock and brushwood, and set on fire. They keep burning for many months, and thus the stone is burnt into a soft, powdered state. It is then thrown into pits filled with water. The water takes the alum virtue out of the stone, and is drawn off, after standing some days, into boilers. It is boiled two or three times over, and then put into large tubs to cool; where, mixed with some other things, it forms, when cold, into those nice, clear crystals in which we see alum.

I was taken over the whole of the

works by a kind, clever old gentleman, who has the charge of the works, and who is between 80 and 90 years of age. His company was very pleasant; and as we walked along the high cliffs which overhang the sea, he told me many sad stories of men as well as cattle, that had been killed by falling over the cliffs; and there was one story which much affected me, and which I am now going to relate to my young readers:

Two little boys, whose parents live in a cottage near the cliffs, left home one day on a sad errand; they went to rob bird's nests. Now there are some kinds of birds which make their nests in these cliffs over the sea. They bore holes in the soft sandy parts, pretty far in, and there lay their eggs, and hatch their young. As the little boys walked along they might have had some better thing to think of, than their cruel sport. For a more awful, striking scene I never saw. There are not only these cliffs on one side of you, many hundred feet high and the sea below; but there are cliffs as high on the other side above you ; and in fact, there is every thing to strike the mind with wonder at the works of the great Creator. But these little boys, I fear, did not think of any thing, but how many nests they could rob, and how many eggs they could carry home. As they were going very near the edge of the cliff, by and bye they saw some birds fly out just under them; and they felt sure that there must be nests. The

cliffs were as steep as a house side, and · the nests low down; and what was to be done ? After thinking a little, they agreed that one should take hold of the other by the heels, and let him down to the nests. One wonders at the boldness of these poor lads, but what can't be done, where there's a will? Well this plan seemed likely to answer, and John took hold of his brother Thomas by the heels. For a little time all went on as they could wish: but at length John grew tired of holding. He tried to pull Thomas up, but he had not strength. He was then forced to say~"Oh! Thomas, I must let you go, or we shall both fall down together!” There was no