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was more trouble than it was worth to look There was some talk about this time of out 'bits’ for patching, and to direct the child's being sent to work, and Matty Matty's labours; besides, she still held by herself hailed the idea with delight; partly the notion that the child would be up to perhaps that she began to desire some regumischief,' if left in the house by herself, lar employment, but chiefly because she and was best locked out.

gathered from scraps of conversation she Matty liked her out-door life in the fine heard dropped, that if she went to the facsummer weather, and she now spent a good tory she would also go to school. But day deal of her time with her invalid friend, who after day went by, and still no work was grew worse as the warm weather set in; and,


found for her. At last she thought she less able than formerly to attend to her might safely urge the matter to her father sewing, was glad of Matty's company while one evening when he was at home. her mother was busy in the shop.

‘Huntleys wants no more young uns, ' Doost want to dee?' asked the little he said ; . but that's no rayson why we girl one day, when the other had been talk- should na try some other shop.' ing of the joys of Heaven. Aw thinks as But wark's slackish jist now,' said Mrs. tbae doost aʼmost.'

Gubbings. ‘Aw doubt if we could git her "Well, I'm not afeared,' answered Sarah. took on onywheres.' Idunnot want to leave mother; but for that, Aw'm afeared, too,' said Gubbings. I thinks as it'll be happier theer than here: Bill Fowl tellid me last neet as how little we shall not have to fight so hard agen sin, Bill and Sall has to bide a' whoam now; an' there won't be nought to worrit a body.' Slaters has tarned off half theer hands, and

‘Aw thinks as 'aw should like to dee too,' Marslands too is begun warkin' half time.' said Matty.

Then aw should see th' fine Weel, it's nought to fret o'er,' returned New Jerusalem and know all 'bout th'saints his wife. *It's weel nigh as broad as it's and angels. An' mebbe as Jesus Christ long; for theer'd be th’schoolin', ye kaows.' ’ud take me up t’ His arms and bless me, • Aye, to be sure,' assented Gubbings, as He'd used to do th' little childer on and no more was said. earth. Mammy had used to take me o’ her And probably nothing more was done, lap sometimes, and make a to-do wi' me, either. If

any efforts were made, they were but nobbody doesn't now.'

certainly not successful; and as month I loves thee,' said Sarah tenderly; 'and after month slipped by and the subject Christ 'ull love thee too, whether thae's was not alluded to, her dream of school here or theer, if thae's a good lass. It's not faded once more from before Matty's yearnfor a little thing loike thee to be talking o' ing eyes, and the child told herself with a dyin'. It's different wi' me; I's been ailing sigh that God had willed it so. Whom this iver so long; an' I often an' often thinks the Lord loveth He chasteneth,' she read, as I should loike to go to Heaven an' rest.' and asked herself in all humility, Was it

And the wish was soon to be fulfilled. possible that God could really love herWhen summer passed into autumn, long poor little girl who was able to do so little before the first snow had fallen, Sarah Lane in His service ? Her Bible assured her she was laid in her grave, and her little pupil need not doubt, and for the hundredth time went her way with a sad heart, feeling she she blessed the giver of the precious gift. had lost her best friend on earth.

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FORTY years have passed, dear Nursey, | Dear faithful Nurse ! in all our troubles


Since I sat beside your knee; Forty years ago, dear Nursey,

We sat beneath our walnut-tree.

Old and young leant hard on you ; You were always found a comfort,

You were always found so true.



We sat beneath our walnut-tree,

HOW JOHN ROSS BEGAN TO Often in the heat of day;

You stitching ever,- we half tired
With our never-ending play.

HE room was small, and the Now, Nursey dear, do rest a bit

furniture old-fashioned; but ‘Nay,' said you, “but read to me;

there was

a neatness and Then I can stitch, and watch the baby,

warmth about it that made All beneath the walnut-tree.'

* it look pleasant and com

fortable. On a stool by the And so I read, but soon I nodded

fire was a bright little girl; Down in sleep upon your knee,

and at the tea-table sat a Baby long in sleep had rested, -Let the happy sleepers be. J. E. C. F.

pale matron, anxiously seeing that her husband had all that he wanted, while he

for his part was entirely absorbed in his THE HAPPY LAND.

evening meal of haricot. Mrs. Ross un

. ' “the Happy Land," said a little derstood the art of cooking; and the dish boy to me one Sunday afternoon. which she had set before her husband was I did as he asked me.

delicious. Where is glory? How many miles is it?' Was it nice, father ?' asked Ally, as he he asked again.

turned towards her. I did not quite understand his meaning, • Ay, just as usual,' was the answer. till he repeated the line,

‘Hunger's the best sauce, you know, Ally.' • Where saints in glory stand;'

The mother smiled. It was scant praise, and then I knew that he thought 'glory' but she was satisfied. was the name of a place on earth.

• You won't be going out again to-night, a very little boy, so I simply told him that John, will you ?' she inquired, presently. the Happy Land spoken of was God's home Her husband hesitated.

He was in Heaven, and that He would have His drunkard, yet the tavern had for him very children to live with Him there.

great attractions. He liked excitementBut most of my young readers are, I the talk about politics, and other gossip. dare say, older than my curly-headed little It never occurred to him that it was friend, who only just knows his letters, and worth while to converse with his little I should like to ask them if they are trying daughter, and his thoughtful, intelligent to walk in the way that leads to the Happy wife. Laughter at home would have Land.' Are they, I wonder, treading in grated on his ear; and the idea of telling the steps of the Holy Jesus, Who became a the two who, in all the world, best loved child for their sakes ? He was obedient to him, what he read in the newspapers, His earthly parents, that He may teach the was as far from his thoughts as Lapland is lambs of His flock to follow Him; and He from Patagonia. Poor John Ross! He had will lead them lovingly to the Home which yet to learn that a man has other duties He has prepared for them, if they will only besides those of earning, spending, and listen to His voice saying to them, 'I love boasting of his wages. them that love Me, and those that seek Me * I must go,' he said, 'for they will expect early shall find Me.'



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• They' were some fellow-workmen and to bow his head and worship. Nor, even the landlord.

when the last Amen was uttered, could he ‘But you will not be long ?'

persuade himself to come forward and dis" I don't know; that depends. But you turb them; for Ally began to talk about need not sit up, burning candle for nothing, him, saying, 'I do hope he will come before as you did last night.'

I go to sleep. Don't you, mother?' “Very well, John. Say “Good-night” “Yes, darling; though I cannot expect to father, Ally dear.'

it,' said her mother. The child put up her mouth for a kiss. The child waited a little while, and then "Good-night, father, the child whispered, said, 'Is it far?' as he stooped to receive her caress : 'come Mrs. Ross had been sitting with her eyes home as quick as you can.'

fixed on the fire, thinking, perhaps, of her He was gone.

Mrs. Ross washed up the blithe girlhood and earlier married life. plates and dishes, and put them, with Ally's She started now, asking, “Is what far ?' help, into the cupboard. Then she sat in a vain effort to understand the child's down to mend her husband's waistcoat. question. They were dull that night, and with reason; «« The Welcome Home," where father yet the child laid her head on her mother's goes every evening; don't you know?' knee with a sense of rest and calm that Did she know? Ah, too well, too well! seldom came to her in her father's presence. It required some effort to answer calmly, Soon she began to sing the hymns which Half-a-mile.' she learnt at school. Then, kneeling to "And why does he never take us there?' pray beside her mother's chair, she began continued Alice. to say, 'God bless dear father-

• It is not a place for little girls, my Hush! Was that some one at the win- child.' dow, or was it only a puff of wind that • Do people work there, then?' rattled the one half-frame against the other? • Work? Oh, no.' Ally looked up, and listened.

“What do they do, mother?' • It is nothing,' said her mother, and the They talk, Ally, and—and smoke.' child went on: Bless dear father to-night, * And, I suppose,' said Ally, gravely-'I and bring him home safe, and help me to suppose they kneel down, too?' be a good child to him and mother; for • What makes


think so?' Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'

• Because, when I stay awake till father As these words rose to heaven the door

comes, I see that he does not kneel down was opened by John Ross himself. Unseen here; and so I think he must have said his by his wife and child, he waited in the

prayers at “The Welcome Home." ; shadow to hear the rest. It was not much, There was no answer; and in a few if measured by the number of its words- minutes Ally's little feet went pattering simply a similar prayer for other relations, into an inner room, where, after being and that short prayer so full of meaning snugly tucked up by her mother, she lay which Christ taught His disciples -- but awake, listening for the step which was too there was a beauty in the scene, a touching often so long in coming. pathos in the voice, and, above all, a reality

(Concluded in our next.) in the petition, which compelled John Ross

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