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half-past twelve: you said so yourself at Rosie, and mother would be unhappy. first, when Robert wanted to fetch us.' Besides,' she added solemnly, you know

Yes,' replied Rose, catching at her Who sees all we do: chance; 'but when Walter came it was

“And our most secret actions lie different: you see he always knows what it

All open to Thy sight." is right to do.'

Rose wished now that she had not fallen ‘Yes, but you would not let me tell him

into the temptation, but she was determined what mother had said to us. Oh! I wish

that no one should know of her fault; and I had not been disobedient, it makes me therefore she must, if possible, make her so unhappy!

sister forget all about it. *Well, suppose you go to sleep,' said

Never mind now, dear,' she said, kissing Rose; “it is of no use to lie awake all night. ber. 'If there was any fault in the matter But we have not said our hymn yet.'

it was mine, not yours; of course you

had So the two children repeated verse by to do what Walter and I told you, so you verse that pretty hymn which begins, need think no more about it. "We are but little children weak.'

may be quite sure we know best what it 'Now, good night,' said Rose, and don't

was right to do.' let us have any more talking.' So Amy

Amy was just a little comforted by her turned her little head round on the pillow

sister's gentleness, and with one last gulp and tried to go to sleep; but it was im

she managed to check her sobs. possible for her. The last verse of the

“Poor little thing!' thought Rose, as sbe hymn kept ringing in her ear,

gave a last look to the fushed face; óslie

is a better child than I am, after all. Oh! There's not a child so small and weak But has his little croes to take,

how I wish Well! it can't be helped Ilis little work of love and praise,

now.' That he may do for Josu's sake.'

(To be continued.) She felt that she had not done to-day her little work of love for Jesu's sake. And then she seemed to see her mother's sad

FAITH. face, and to hear her say in her sweet voice,

N our picture is an old woman I think I can trust my little ones.'

wrinkled and carved by the Poor little Amy! she went on thinking

sorrows of life, seeking for of all these things till the tears rolled down

consolation from the best of her cheeks. She smothered her head under

all sources. In the evening the clothes, so as not to disturb her sister.

of her days, and alone in the But Rose could not help hearing the

waning light of departing smothered sobs, and her heart was touched day, she, after the study of her Bible

, by them.

clasps her hands, and looking heavenwards What is it, Amy ?' she asked, with a

with straining eyes, exclaims, with fervent loving voice.

living faith, 'Whom have I in Heaven but But Amy tried in vain to answer. Then Thee? and there is none upon Earth Rose stepped out of bed, and went up to her that I desire beside Thee.-Ps. lxxiii. 25. little sister, who whispered, 'It's all because we've been so naughty. I know we have,

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"“ I never heard of any one selling the DELIA'S

wild flowers that grow of themselves,” said DIFFICULTIES.

Delia, as she divided her bunch of prim-
LEASE, Aunt Helena, roses, and gave me half, refusing to receive

would you tell us how any payment.
Delia first came to live • I told her that it was quite a common
She often says

thing to sell flowers in London. Delia then that when she was quite went off with her mother, and it seemed a little child she passed unlikely that I should ever know how she through many trials and was getting on in the great city. But just difficulties, but we did

a year after our first meeting, as I was not like to ask her more.' walking with one of my brothers, a little girl

"Let us sit down on came up, holding in her hand two or three this soft grassy bank, and I will tell you small bunches of faded primroses. “Will how I became acquainted with Delia.--I you buy a bunch of primroses, miss?" she went one day with my mother to a railway said. Then, looking into my face, she station in London to meet some friends. blushed and smiled. When the train arrived, and she was busy 6“ Are you Delia ?” I exclaimed; " and with them, I amused myself looking at the have you

been ill ? or what is the matter ?” people as they passed, and my attention «« Yes, miss, I'm Delia, and I have not was caught by a little girl who stepped out been ill; but poor mother has, and she's of a third-class carriage, holding a large not able to work any more: so I am trying bunch of primroses. I dare say it was the to sell these few flowers to get us flowers as much as the child which attracted

food. I'm afraid they're a little faded now." me, but I went over and spoke to her.

I looked at the girl herself, who seemed 6“What pretty fresh primroses you have drooping also, and, oh, so changed since got! where did they come from ? "

I had seen her arrive fresh from the country 6“ I gathered them this morning, miss,"

I had been going with my she replied, “ to put me in mind of home,” brother to choose a book, but I could not and her bright eyes filled with tears. . help saying,– “Father died, and we have been obliged "“I will buy them from you, Delia; I to give up our little farm; so mother and

am sure they will revive in water !” and I came off here, for we've been told there

taking the primroses, I handed her two-andis plenty of work to be got, and there's sixpence, which was all the money I had. nothing for us to do at home. London's • Her face brightened, her eyes filled with a fine place, but they say flowers don't

tears, as she thanked me, and said, “Now grow in it, so I brought these with me." I shall have something to bring mother." “What's your name?” I asked.

“How much happier I felt than if I had «Delia Telford," she replied.

bought the book! Determined not to lose ““ Well, Delia, would you mind parting sight of her any more, I asked where she with some of those primroses ? for I would

lived, and I promised to go and see her like to buy them from you. I used to live mother. She gave me the address and in the country, too, and they remind me of hurried off. my old home.”

(Concluded in our next.)


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