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OUR FATHER.

Varieties.

A GOOD woman, searching out the children of want, one cold day last winter, tried to open the door in the third story of a wretched house, when she heard a little voice say, "Pull the string up high! Pull the string up high!" She looked up, and saw a string, which, on being pulled, lifted a latch; and she opened the door upon two little, half-naked children, all alone. Very cold and pitiful they looked.

"Do you take care of yourselves, little ones ?" asked the good woman.

"God takes care of us," said the oldest.

"And are you not very cold? No fire on a day like this!"

"Oh! when we are very cold, we creep under the quilt, and I put my arms round Tommy, and Tommy puts his arms round me, and we say, 'Now I lay me;' then we get warm," said the little girl.

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man!" said Will Thompson. "I will not take an insult." And the little fellow strutted up and down in a rage. He had been throwing stones at Peter Jones, and he thought that his anger proved him a gentle

man.

"If you want to be a gentleman, I should think you would be a gentle boy first," said his teacher. "Gentlemen do not throw stones at their neighbours. Peter Jones did not throw stones at you, and I think he is much the more likely to prove the gentleman."

"But he's got bad patches on his knees," said Will.

"Bad pantaloons don't keep a boy from being a gentleman," said his teacher, “but a bad temper does. Now, William, if you want to be a gentleman you must be a gentle boy."-The Little Folks.

JESUS LOVES ME.

W. B. BRADBURY.

Je-sus loves me! this I know, For the Bi-ble

tells me so.

Lit-tle ones to

him be-long,

They are weak, but he is strong. Yes, Jesus

loves me, Yes, Jesus loves me, Yes, Je-sus

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Jesus loves me! he who died,
Heaven's gate to open wide;
He will wash away my sin,
Let his little child come in.
Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.

Jesus loves me! loves me still,
Though I'm very weak and ill;
From his shining throne on high,
Comes to watch me where I lie.
Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.

Jesus loves me ! he will stay
Close beside me all the way;
If I love him, when I die,
He will take me home on high.
Yes, Jesus loves me, &c.

IN MEMORY OF A BELOVED ONE.

FAREWELL dear child, thy days on earth are o’er,
And pain, and suffering can distress no more,
In mercy thou wast early called away,

To share the pleasures of eternal day.

;

E're earth's rude blasts of sorrow, care, or woe,
Had bow'd thy form, or furrow'd thy fair brow,
An angel came, and on his pinions bright,
Bore thy freed spirit to the land of light,
And placed thee lowly at the feet of Him,
Who shed His precious blood thy heart to win
The once slain Lamb, now the all conquering Lord,
Who reigns o'er that vast realm, and is ador'd
By Cherubim and Seraphim who sing
Sweet hallelujahs to their heavenly King.
Thou oft on earth did'st sing of Jesu's love,
And now in higher, holier notes above,
Thy voice is mingling with angelic strains,
Which float along those glorious love-lit plains.
And as the melody is borne along,

To distant white rob'd harpers, the sweet song
Is echoed back again in richest tones ;

While ever and anon they cast their crowns
Before the throne of Him who worthy is,

All honour, power, and glory to receive.
Oh, could we ask thee back from such a home
Of peace and happiness, of joys unknown?
Ah! no, the blessed hope to us is given,

When life shall close of meeting thee in heaven.
Lincoln.

EMMELINE.

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