THE LAMB.

WHEN I was walking out one evening, I saw a flock of sheep and lambs in the field; and as I stood to watch them, I saw a boy stoop down and take from among the flock one little lamb, and he walked across the field with it in his arms and when he came close to me, I asked him to let me hold it a minute. And he placed it in my arms, and the lamb laid its head against my bosom, and I gazed on its meek face, and wished that I were as pure as that lamb, that I might belong to the fold of Christ. And I placed the lamb again in the arms of the boy, and went away, praying that

the good Shepherd would make me pure in heart, and receive me as one of his

lambs, and at last take me to his peaceful fold in heaven.

JESSE.

"WHERE do you live, little boy?"

yonder white cottage, sir."

"In

"Have you

a father and mother ?" "Yes sir." "And have you any brothers and sisters ?" "We have Annie and Jesse, and the baby." "And what do you all do?" My father takes care of these sheep, sir, and I help him, and so docs Keeper; my mother spins and knits; and Annie cleans the house, and nurses the baby." "And what does Jesse do ?" "O! sir,

Jesse does nothing; she has been ill ever since she was two years old ?" "And how old is she now ?"

almost three now, sir."

"She is

"And which do

you love the most, Annie, or Jesse, or "I love Jesse the best, sir;

the baby?"

because she is so quiet, and never complains, though she suffers a great deal of pain." "And what do you do for this dear little child?" "I can do nothing, sir, but gather flowers, of which she is very fond, and sing to her." "And what do you sing?" "In the morning I sing,

'My God who makes his sun to know ;'

And in the evening I sing,

'And now another day is gone.""

"Do you think she will ever get better ?" "No sir; I believe not." "And where will she be taken when she dies, do you think ?" "To heaven, sir." "And what shall you do when your dear little sister is gone away?" "I shall sit on this green hill, sir, with my father's flock, and look upward to the blue sky, and be happy to think that dear Jesse is there." "But will you not be sorry to part from her ?" "I shall miss her blue eyes, sir, and her golden hair, and the sweet smile with which she always wel→ comes me home; but still I shall be glad to know that she is at rest, for she grows paler and weaker every day; and when I think of the pain she suffers, my heart

sometimes grows so heavy that I can scarcely bear it: then I lay my head on some sleeping lamb, and weep; and then I kneel down and pray to God that he may bless my dear little sister, and comfort my heart when she is gone away to the land of the blessed." "And so he will, my dear child; for they that mourn shall surely find comfort.”

THE LITTLE PLANT THAT GREW IN A DEEP VALLEY.

" I will:

"WHO will tell us a tale ?" what shall it be about?" "Not about Jack the Giant Killer, nor Tom Thumb, nor Puss in Boots; but some little story that we shall love to think of after it is