e rushes in the dim twilight with him whom she ved, and sat in the hawthorn's shade like some sautiful song-spirit; she plucked the flowerets of ring, and loved the first primrose with the passion a bard. But though an early worshipper in ature's great temple, she did not the less love God's ouse, where she was often found, singing hymns adoration with the great congregation.

When only four years of age, she was led to the unday-school in her native village; and up to the ate of her sickness she delighted to be there. She ad rapidly stepped up from class to class, and had er second library-book when she died. She had arned, as her task for the approaching Sunday, the Est two or three verses of a pretty little hymn in ne of our Reward-books: :

"Jesus, who reigns above the sky," &c.

ut her Teacher never heard her recite these rses. She passed away with those sweet lines to

e paradise of bliss. She loved to talk about aven, and heavenly things, and the kind Saviour o took her so early to Himself. She loved the issionary, and the Mission cause. I say this as

encouragement to other children. Having a all sum of her own, she said to her mother a little ore she died, "Mother, give my money to the ssionaries."

In a sweet sequestered dell, under a spreading

close by the ivied wall, in the green smoothEven churchyard of Treslothan, is my loved one's Eve. 'Tis a pretty resting-place, in a pretty spot;

far away from the noise and tumult of the g world. Beyond it are the mountains, where everlasting rocks lie piled in wild magnificen behind it is the forest, where the thrush sings, robin carols, and the ring-dove builds her nest; bes it is the new beautiful mausoleum of chisel granite, chaste and elegant; whilst above it are clouds, the sky, sun, moon, and stars, which while earth she loved so well. And here little Lucr slumbers till the morning of the resurrection, w the graves shall give up their dead.

Troon-Moor.

J. H

RECOMMENDATION OF A CABIN-BOY "PLEASE, Sir, don't you want a cabin-boy?" do want a cabin-boy, my lad; but what's that you? A little fellow like you ain't fit for the ber "O Sir, I'm real strong. I can do a great dea work, if I ain't so very old." "But what are here for? You ain't like a city-boy. Run a from home, eh?" "O, no, indeed, Sir: my fat died, and my mother is very poor, and I want to something to help her. She let me come." 6. W where are your letters of recommendation? Ca take any boy without those." Here was a damp Willie had never thought of its being necessary have letters from his Minister, or his Teacher, from some proper person to prove to strangers t he was an honest and good boy. Now, what sho he do? He stood in deep thought, the Capt meanwhile curiously watching the workings of

xpressive face. At length he put his hand into his osom and drew out his little Bible, and, without one Ford, put it into the Captain's hand. The Captain pened the blank page, and read,—" Willie Graham; resented as a reward for regular and punctual ttendance at Sabbath-school, and for his blameless onduct there and elsewhere. From his Sundaychool Teacher." Captain M'Leod was not a pious nan, but he could not consider the case before him with a heart unmoved. The little fatherless child, standing humbly before him, referring him to the testimony of his Sunday-school Teacher, as it was given in his little Bible, touched a tender spot in the reast of the noble seaman; and, clapping Willie heartily on the shoulder, he said, "You are the oy for me: you shall sail with me; and, if you are s good a lad as I think you are, your pocket shan't e empty when you go back to your good mother." -Hunt's Merchants' Magazine, New-York.

LITTLE CHILDREN, LOVE ONE ANOTHER.

Two children were walking together up the street one bright autumnal morning. They were clad in a simple garb of mourning; for, a few short months efore, Jesus Christ had taken their dearly-loved nother home to heaven.

This morning they had laughed, and skipped, and played, until they were tired; and now they walked silently side by side.

"What shall we do next?" said Willie at length. Let us go to mother's grave," replied Eliza,

softly. "Well," said Willie; and they wended their way to the quiet churchyard, and sat down on the newly-raised mound, and talked of their mother's love, and how she used to take them into her own room, and clasp their little hands, and teach them to pray, "Our Father, which art in heaven;" and little Willie held his weeping sister's hand, and, pointing to the bright blue sky, told her of that blest land where there is no more sorrow nor crying. Then they knelt on that sacred spot, and prayed that God would help them to love each other, and take them, as He had taken their mother, to that glorious home.

Willie and Eliza are now grown up; and although wide seas roll between them on earth, they expect to spend an eternity together in heaven.

Dear little readers, love one another. SOPHIA.

A WOUNDED ELEPHANT.

CESAR has left us an anecdote which strikingly exhibits the mode in which the elephant was accus tomed to fight. A wounded elephant, furious with rage, attacked an unarmed follower of the troops, and kneeling upon him crushed the life out of his body. A veteran of the fifth legion rushed forward to attack the beast, who was roaring and lashing with his proboscis. The elephant immediately forsook his victim; and, catching up the soldier in his trunk, whirled him in the air. But the intrepid warrior did not lose his presence of mind: he wounded the elephant in his sensitive proboscis, till, exhausted with pain, he dropped the soldier, and fled in terror to his companions.