hich had attacked the same fish, and, after they ad fought for it for some time, the larger hydra wallowed the fish and his enemy too! The smaller Hydra went on with his dinner inside his brother's tomach with the greatest unconcern; and when the wo had finished the meal between them, he escaped pack into the water!

The tail of this little animal is provided with a flat disc, which acts as a sucker, and enables it to adhere to the weeds, where it generally hangs with its head down, and the tentacles spread out, waiting for its prey. But this is not the only use which the hydra makes of his flat tail. When he wishes to float away to another part of the water, he protrudes his little sucker just above the surface, and makes it hollow in the middle, like a watchglass or a saucer: thus it becomes a tiny float, and the little sailor, rowing himself away with his tentacles, is able to journey wherever he pleases.

In one remarkable particular the hydras resemble plants: they have the principle of life diffused equally in all parts; that is, any part would be able to live without the rest, and, as we before observed, would soon grow again into a perfect

creature.

If our youthful readers are interested in this account of one of the wonderful works of God, we may give them some further descriptions in our future Numbers. Only let them remember, that the more closely they examine all that God has done, the more they will discover of His wisdom, power, and love.

"The works of the Lord are great, sought out all them that have pleasure therein.” (Psalm cxi. 2

AGAINST PRIDE OF BEAUTY.

GOD gave to Afric's sons

A brow of sable dye,

And spread the country of their birth

Beneath a burning sky;

And with a cheek of olive made

The little Hindoo child,

And darkly stain'd the forest-tribe
That roams the western wild.

To me He gave a form

Of fairer, whiter clay;

But am I therefore in His sight
Respected more than they?

No: 'tis the hue of deeds and thoughts

He traces in His book;

'Tis the complexion of the heart

On which He deigns to look.

Not by the tinted cheek,

That fades away so fast,

But by the colour of the soul,
We shall be judged at last.
And God, the Judge, will look at me
With anger in His eyes,

If I my brother's darker brow
Should ever dare despise.

-Mrs. Sigourney.

WHAT A LITTLE GIRL THOUGHT ABOUT THE POWER OF PRAYER.

ABOUT thirty-four years ago there was a great rought in this country. It was so general and ong-continued, that fears were entertained that he ensuing harvest would be a failure. In these ircumstances, the Methodists of Doncaster apjointed a day of fasting and prayer for rain. The morning was fine and beautiful, as usual. Mr. K. and his family proceeded, at the time fixed, to the house of prayer. They had not gone far, however, before it was observed that a juvenile member of the family, a little girl not more than seven or eight years of age, had provided herself with an umbrella. On being asked, why she had taken an umbrella with her on so fine a morning, she replied, “Are we not going to pray for rain?" The prayers of the Lord's people rose as incense before Him. They were heard, and the answer was speedily given; for before the meeting terminated, the rain descended in copious showers. But it was observed that little Anne was the only one present who had provided against the result of united and believing prayer. What a silent and artless rebuke this dear little girl administered to a praying assembly! And yet, if the Saviour were to appear personally in the midst of such assemblies, would He not generally have occasion to ask, "Where is your faith?"

'J. M.

MEMOIRS.

SARAH JANE MOYSEY.

SARAH JANE MOYSEY was born at Red-Bluff, ne Beaumaris, Victoria, September 29th, 1847. Ass grew in years, she was inquiring, affectionate, a truthful. She always feared to offend her paren and much valued their approving smile. On t establishment of week-day and Sabbath schools Beaumaris, she was sent to them; and the progr she made in learning, and especially in the kno ledge of holy Scripture, was highly satisfacto To the master and mistress of the day-school was much attached; and toward the Superintend of the Sunday-school she manifested grateful affi tion for the pains he had taken to impress her mi with a due sense of the fear and love of God. S was always anxious to be present at both school and in each she gained the esteem of her Teache by regularity and intelligence. In her intercour with the scholars, she was gentle and obliging.

A little time ago, the children of the Wesley: Sunday-schools in Australia were requested collect subscriptions from their friends, to aid i defraying the expense of repairing the Mission bri the "John Wesley." In this work Sarah Jane wa one of the most diligent; and her little heart swelle with delight at the success with which her solicita tions were rewarded. Within the last three d four weeks of her life she assisted in teaching th youngest of the classes in the Sunday-school. Th school-house connected with the chapel at Beaumari

was her second home. She loved all who preached God's word. Everything encouraged the hope that she would become a pious and well-informed member of the Christian church. But God's "ways are not as our ways:" He has taken her from us; and now this precious flower is blooming in the Eden above.

Sarah Jane was taken ill, on the 8th of September, with violent pain in the right ankle, and the whole foot became almost immediately excruciated with suffering. Her mother heard her moanings, although in a distant part of the house, and called the child to come to her. She replied, "I can't find the door, mother." Presently she found herself unable to stand, and it was painfully evident that she was seized with dangerous fever. She retained her mental faculties until the following day, when she became the subject of convulsions. On Monday she was considerably relieved; and the first words she uttered were, "They are going on their way rejoicing." She appeared to have, before her mind's eye, God's people journeying homeward "with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads." That she was personally interested in Christ's love and merits, there can be no doubt; for with exceeding emphasis she frequently repeated to her mother the words,

666 Forbid them not,' the Saviour says;

And so He says to me."

"I the chief of sinners am,

But Jesus died for me."

"I long to see Jesus." In the evening, having rallied a little, she said, with much energy,