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neatly, I wish you to learn your text for tomorrow morning. “ Yes, mother,” said Mary, getting up from her little stool.

In a few minutes dolly was laid in the drawer, and Mary was seated by her mother's side with her Bible in her hand. “Now, dear mother,” said she, “I am quite ready ; what shall I learn?” Mrs. Peters took the Bible out of her hand, and said, “Can you tell what day to-morrow will be?” “Yes, mother, it will be Sunday ; and I know I must not play then, must I mother ?" “No Mary, you must not; but can you tell me why ?” “Because God said, • Remember thou keep holy the sabbath day.'

“Quite right, my dear; and now can you tell me what is meant by the word “Sabbath ?'" “No, mother ; I do not know.” “ It means rest; for it is a day set apart by God in which we are commanded to rest from all worldly business, and to keep it a holy day to God. You will find, in the second chapter of Genesis, at the third verse, that God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it;' because that in it God rested from all his work. Do you remember anything in the Bible which plainly shows that it was not intended we should work on the sabbathp"

After a little pause, Mary said, “Yes, mother. I think that when the children of Israel were fed with manna in the wilderness a double portion was sent on the sixth day, was there not?” “ There was, my dear; and what renders it more remarkable, is that the mannawas never fit for use the second day after gathering except on the sabbath day. But, my dear child, though at present there is no fear of your


breaking the sabbath by working, yet there are many ways in which you can do so; and if you will turn to the 58th chapter of Isaiah, and the 13th verse, you will find that we are commanded to call the sabbath a delight, the holy of the Lord, honourable ;' that we are neither to do our own ways, nor to speak our own words. I fear, Mary, you forget that verse sometimes.”

May I learn it for my text, mother; and I will try to remember it ?” “Yes, you may ; but you should also pray to God to assist you in acting upon it.”

Mary found it rather longand hard, but she at length finished it; and by that time her mo. ther was ready to put her to bed. The next morning, when she awoke, her thoughts were upon her text, and as soon as she was dressed she went as usual to say her prayers in her mother's room ; nor did she forget to ask God to aid her, by his grace, in keeping holy the sabbath day.

As Mary and her mother were walking home from the house of God, they were overtaken by Mary's aunt and cousin 'Emma. The two little girls walked on together for a few minutes, in silence ; until at length Emma said, " How do you like my new bonnet, Mary P I think it very pretty ; don't youP" Mary was about to give her opinion of her cousin's bonnet, when she thought of her text, and said to Emma, “I do not think we ought to talk of such things today; ought we?” Emma blushed, and said, * I do not think, Mary, there can be any harm in it.” “I will repeat a text I learned about it yesterday,” said Mary, “ if you like.” “ Yes,


do ; for I do not remember it.” Mary repeated her text, and neither she nor her cousin after that time forgot it.

Young reader, how do you spend your sabbaths ? You all, most likely, attend God's house ; but how are your thoughts engaged while there P for remember, God sees the heart. He cannot be deceived by our outward looks and the mere words of prayer. Do you call that day a delight;" or are you glad when it is over? If you are so, how can you desire to go to heaven ? for we know that there will be a never-ending sabbath day-a holy eternity of praise to God. Pray, then, that you may be prepared for that holy, place, into which we read that nothing which is unclean shall ever enter. May you and I be found in that glorious state of bliss, clothed in the white robe of our Redeemer's righteousness, and singing his praise to golden harps.


It was

THE DYING SCHOLAR'S MESSAGE. ONE Sunday morning, in last December, I re. ceived a solemn yet a sweet message. from a little girl ten years old, who was dying: She had often met along with a large class of Sunday scholars, but she was then about going away from earth;

and the last words from her lips were sent to her teacher and companions in the class.

Shall I tell you what the message was, and will you remember it ?

It was one of gratitude to her teacher, for the instruction she had received, which had led her "to give her heart to Christ.” She also said she was “very happy.” And then the message to her companions was “Love the Saviour, who is taking me to a happy land, far, far away.” She wanted them all to meet her there, for she would never again meet them at the Sunday school.

She is now dead, and we shall never again look upon her face, or hear her voice on earth praising God. But we humbly believe that another white-robed saint is added to those who shall sing the “new song” in heaven, and be with Christ for ever and ever.

May every one who reads these lines go to the Saviour, whose message is now, as it was when on earth, “Suffer little children to come unto me," and whom our young friend found so precious in a dying hour.

S. N.


No. 10. WHEN at last the victory was won, and Apollyon spread forth his dragon wings and sped him away, Christian, according to his custom when any danger had befallen him, gave thanks to God for his deliverance in a song of praise. He also sat down to rest and refresh himself awhile; but he had no time to linger, for at the end of this valley was another, called the Valley of the Shadow of Death, and Christian must needs go through it, because the way to the Celestial City lay through the midst of it. This valley was a solitary and dreary place ; and Christian had only just reached its borders when he was met by two men hastening back, who gave him a fearful account of what they had seen, and urged him to go no further if he valued his life or peace. But Christian had proved before that he was not to be turned aside from his pilgrimage by bad advice or example. He knew that he was in the right way, and he determined to go on. Yet, when you read of the dangers that beset him in this dark valley, of the terrible sights that he saw, and the dreadful noises that he heard, of the company of evil spirits that almost met him, and the burning pit by which he passed, you will not wonder that he had half a thought to go back, and only in "the strength of the Lord God” had courage to keep on his way.

The Valley of the Shadow of Death repre. sents the bitterest of all trials through which the pilgrim has to pass on his way to his hea. venly home: for under all other trials he may be cheered and supported by Divine consolations, but this, which is called in Scripture “the hidings of God's face," while it lasts, admits of no light from the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, to help the fainting soul. There is no happiness which may be compared for a moment to the happiness of religion, but it is possible for this to be obscured and lost for a season, either by our own sin or to try the reality of our faith, or else for some other wise purpose known to our loving Father. Some. times the Christian's hope is almost lost in his fears; and, while he still thinks of bis Saviour's promises, he is tempted to doubt whether they are meant for him. These evil thoughts of un

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