But whether little birds can whisper to our parents or not, it is not right in us to do any thing unknown to them, that would displease or grieve them if they knew it Is there not one who knoweth all things? One pure eye that watcheth over the whole world, from which nothing can be hidden? Truly there is: let us then be careful in every word and deed, lest when we come to be weighed in the balance, we should be found wanting.

SOMETHING MORE ABOUT LITTLE ROBERT.

"JANE, can you tell me something more about little Robert? for, do you know, ever since that day when you told

me about the spider, I have thought-of scarcely any thing but that dear child." "Oh! yes, Helen, I can tell you a great deal more about him, for my mind is full of his little sayings, and I love them so much that I treasure every one of them in my heart. Well, I will tell you about him when he was ill of the scarlet fever, and all his playmates forsook him, for they were afraid of catching the fever; but I begged so much of mamma to let me go, that she complied with my earnest request, for she knew that I was in the hands of the Lord; and that if it pleased him to afflict me, it would be for the best. And so I went; and on my way I plucked many lovely flowers, and twining

them about with a little piece of green riband, I took them to my darling. When I went into his chamber, he was asleep. Oh! what a cherub he looked! one dimpled hand was laid on the coverlet, while upon the other rested his crimson cheek, and the curls of his bright golden hair fell upon his pillow.

"While he slept, I busied myself in making a kind of garden of his little bed, placing my flowers as prettily as I could, that they might meet his eye in their greatest beauty when he awoke.

"At length he opened his eyes, and first he looked at the flowers, and then at me; and though for some minutes he did not speak, I knew how glad he felt

by the blessed smile which came and rested upon his face. At last I said, 'Are you better, dearest?' 'No,' he replied; but I am waiting to be better.' What do you mean, my dear?' I asked. 'Why,' he replied, 'mamma told me to wait with patience, and God would make me better.' Well, after many painful days and nights, God did make my Robert better; and the hue of health came back to his cheek, and strength to his feet, and lustre to his eye, and I was the first to lead him out among the flowers. Now, as you are fond of hearing his little sayings, I will tell you of a very sweet one. It was in the spring season, and I took him into a little wood at a

short distance from his mamma's house;

and while walking there he gave my hand a sudden pressure, saying, 'Hark!' To what, my love?' I asked.

To that little lark; do you not hear it singing?' he said. After pausing a moment, I replied, 'Yes,' All the time it was singing, Robert kept his lovely eyes fixed on that part of the heavens whence the song seemed to proceed; and when it had ceased, he said, 'I think the lark loves God more than any other bird does.' 'Why do you think so, dearest?' 'Because,' he replied, it always goes up to heaven to sing to him.' 'Oh! Helen, those precious words went into my heart, and I began to think how little I loved