Little children, of whom I travail in birth till Christ be formed in you, pray that the same Lord would reveal himself to you. Some people say you are too young to be converted and saved. But Samuel was not too young. Christ can open the eyes of a child as easily as of an old man. Yea, youth is the best time to be saved in. You are not too young to die, not too young to be judged, and therefore, not too young to be brought to Christ. Do not be contented to hear about Christ from your teachers: pray that he would reveal himself to you. God grant there may be many little Samuel's amongst you.

Jesus cares for lambs still. The late Duke of Hamilton had two sons. The eldest fell into a consumption, when a boy, which ended in his death. Two ministers went to see him at the family seat, near Glasgow, where he lay. After prayer, the youth took his Bible from under his pillow, and turned to 2 Tim. iv. 7, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith: Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness;" and added, "This, sirs, is all my comfort!" When his death

approached, he called his younger brother to his bed, and spoke to him with great affection. He ended with these remarkable words, "And now, Douglas, in a little time you will be a Duke, but I shall be a king."

Let me tell you a word of another gentle lamb, whom Jesus gathered, and whom I saw on her way from grace to glory. She was early brought to Christ, and early taken to be with him where he is. She told her companions that she generally fell asleep on these words, "His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me;" and sometimes on these, "Underneath are the everlasting arms." She said she did not know how it was, but somehow she felt that Christ was always near her. Another time she said, "I think it is the best way to see myself

as loathsome as I can before him, and then look to Jesus." When seized with her last illness, and told that the doctors thought she would not live long, she looked quite composed, and said, "I am very happy at that." She said she could not love Jesus enough here, that she should like to be with him, and then she would love him as she ought. To her tender watchful relative she said, "I wonder at your looking so grave, I'm surprised at it, for I think I am the happiest person in the house. I have every temporal comfort, and then I am going to Jesus." After a companion had been with her she said, "Margaret quite entered into my happiness; she did not look grave, but smiled, and showed how much she loves me.' When sitting one evening, her head resting on a pillow, she was asked a question, to which she replied, Oh, I am only weak, I am quite happy. Jesus has said, 'Thou art mine."" Another day, when near her last, one said to her, "Have you been praying much to-day ?" "Yes," she replied, "and I have been trying to praise. I praise God for all the comforts I have. I praise him for many kind friends; you know he is the foundation of all: and I praise him for taking a sinner to glory."

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These are a few of the many golden sayings of this lamb of Christ, now, I trust, safe in the fold above. Would you wish to be gathered thus? Go now to some lonely place-kneel down, and call upon the Lord Jesus. Pray to be gathered with his arm, and carried in his bosom. Take hold of the hem of his garment, and say, "I must not-I dare not-I will not let thee go except thou bless me."

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Oh seek him in earnest, and seek him in time;
For they that seek early shall find;

While they that neglect him are hardened in crime,
And never can come to this pure blessed clime-
They perish in anguish of mind.

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LAMBDA.

CHILDREN CALLED TO CHRIST.

LIKE mist on the mountain,

Like ships on the sea,
So swiftly the years

Of our pilgrimage flee;
In the grave of our fathers
How soon we shall lie!
Dear children, to-day
To a Saviour fly.

How sweet are the flowrets
In April and May!
But often the frost makes
Them wither away.

Like flowers, you may fade:
Are you ready to die?
While " yet there is room"
To a Saviour fly.

When Samuel was young,
He first knew the Lord:
He slept in his smile,

And rejoiced in his word.
So most of God's children

Are early brought nigh:
Oh, seek him in youth,
To a Saviour fly!

Do you ask me for pleasure?
Then lean on his breast,

For there the sin-laden

And weary find rest;

In the valley of death

You will triumphing cry

"If this be called dying,

"Tis pleasant to die."

SUFFER me to come to Jesus:

Mother dear, forbid me not;
By his blood from hell he frees us;
Makes us fair without a spot.

Suffer me, my earthly father,
At his pierced feet to fall;
Why forbid me? help me rather;
Jesus is my all in all.

Suffer me to run unto him;

Gentle sisters, come with me;
Oh, that all I love but knew him!
Then my home a heaven would be,

Loving playmates, gay and smiling,
Bid me not forsake the cross;
Hard to bear is your reviling,
Yet for Jesus all his dross.

Yes, though all the world have chid me,
Father, mother, sister, friend,—

Jesus never will forbid me!

Jesus loves me to the end.

Gentle shepherd, on thy shoulder
Carry me, a sinful lamb;

Give me faith, and make me holier,
Till with thee in heaven I am.

AN EVENING PRAYER.

THIS night when I lie down to sleep,

I give my soul to God to keep.

If I should die before I wake,

O take my soul to heaven, for Jesus' sake.