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thought we should return no more. If asked whi we were, she would move her head sorrowfully and fro, and lament thus :-“Ma die!--Ernie die Then sweetly smiling, she added, in a joyous tone voice, “Pa ky!"-proving that she understood thi was a state of happiness with God after death; a thus, even in her supposed loss, "sorrowing not those without hope.” When we returned, she won spring into our arms, shouting, “Ma die? N Ernie die? No!" Early in the mornings little Ch would slip out of bed as soon asashe awoke, and I purse had left the room. We heard her sweet voi all down stairs to my room, “Me coming! | coming !" Then bounding into the room, and sho ing, “Me come!” she clambered on my bed, insisti on seating herself between Ernest and Emn They had come to receive their morning-lesson fra the little picture-gallery, and objected to Clar little head coming often between them and t pictures; but there she would sit, crying, "Ook, or see!” despite their unbelieving smiles, and repeat assurance, “she cannot understand." In reply which, sbe would point to the pictures, and remai “My Pa ky!” in a tone and manner which seem to say, “I do understand : it is something aba Him who loves me, whom I dearly love; and I ha just as much right to hear about Him as any
ELIZA WEAVER BRADBURN. (To be continued.)
A LOUD WARNING. J. B. was drowned in the act of disobedience and of Sabbaı b-breaking.
“He could not go to heaven, could he, mamma?” said G. R. to me.
G. R. was a little boy, who knew what God has said in the Bible respecting the sin of disobedience to parents, as well as that of Sabbath-breaking. He did not ask the question to puzzle me; but that I might confirm his own belief in regard to the matter.
The incident which led to this inquiry was as follows:- In the large manufacturing town of B., there was a thoroughfare which leads to a park. In this park there is a large piece of water, surrounded by trees, of ancient standing, of lofty stature, and wide-spreading boughs.
On the Lord's day, during the winter, when the pool is frozen over, to arrest the eye of the passenger, placards are pasted up in every direction, " Fine skating, excellent skating, price twopence; skates included, fourpence.”
This thoroughfare lies in my way to the sanctuary ; and as I pass through it, Sunday by Sunday, I am led to exclaim, “ O God, how art Thou insulted in
own world, by Thine own creatures, on Thine own day!
• Free as air Thy bounty streams
Diffusive as Thy sun's, arise.'
greater dishonour, and to man's greater ruin !" one of these Sabbaths, a day cold but bright, especially inviting to strollers, the inhabitants po forth from the town towards the pool, like s freed, rapid stream.
There came the tradesman and the workingin holiday attire ; with the beggar in his tat The old and the young were there: the man furrowed brow, on whose head the snows of old were falling fast; and the youth, with quick sprightly step: the one to live over again the of the past; the other, to take part in the si The parent came with his children. There w father leading bis comparatively infant boys; tiny hand of each holding, by the strap, his fat] skate, swung loosely over his shoulder.
This wi me the most affecting part of the scene. Here the parent, to whom God had delegated influ and authority, to be employed for the salvatio his children, abusing that authority and influ for their ruin. The Heathen devote many of t little ones to temporal death, almost ere they the light; while parents here, called and bapt Christian, reserve and train theirs for the misery innumerable evils to which Sabbath-breaking 1 on earth, and for the companionship of fiend hell!
The park is now in sight: unusual gathering the people are seen about the upper part of the p and strange mutterings are heard among the cru "A boy is drowned! a boy is drowned !" one to another; whilst with quickened step the multit pass on. Breathless, and terror-stricken, the father of the boy hastens to the spot. Men are already on the pool, with their drags, searching for the body. Hope and despair prevail by turns in the father's breast. Dreadful moment! In vain he tries to persuade himself that his boy is at the Sundayschool, to which he belongs; until the body is found, and the worst fears are realized. And now, alas for that form which a short time since was glowing with life! Where is the skill or power which can light that fire again? The spirit has gone. Gone! whitber? Where are the souls of the disobedient and of the Sabbath-breaker, who die as they have lived, in their sins, and in their blood ? The corpse was borne by strangers to his parents? dwelling. His mother, ill prepared for the stroke, became suddenly ill, and was unable to leave her bed for many days.
James was one of a family of ten children. His parents, amidst penury and affliction, toiled hard to provide for tbeir subsistence. He was about: twelve years of age; a period this, in our manufacturing towns, when the earnings of a boy serve considerably to assist in the support of the family. James was wayward and disobedient; his word could not be relied on. In the morning his father conducted bim to the school ; in the afternoon he Was permitted to go alone : he did go; but, as the children passed from the school into an adjacent chapel, to be addressed by one of the Ministers, he contrived to elude his Teacher, and to escape. went with some companions to skate.
He In his
ignorance, or in his daring, he went to a part of pool which was unsafe, and suddenly plunged the water. His companions tried to save bim; t held out a stick, one end of which he firmly grasp while they as firmly retained the other. But feel the ice give way under their feet, they let the st go, and Aed for their own safety. James held h self up by means of this stick, for several minu and cried lustily for help. “You cruel people," said, “ will you not try to save me?” Alas ! th who might have rescued him, by running to adjacent house for line or ladder, were too m absorbed, at the moment, with their own sport. length they came, but it was too late to render ! help. He had frittered and broken away the around him, in futile attempts to save bimself; unable to make another effort, and despairing human aid, he uttered a last cry, “ Lord, have me on my soul!" and sa'nk, to rise no more.
To the young, and especially to the Sund scholar, this incident is admonitory. “Sabba breaking,” said a youth, “has proved my ruin and one of his last utterances was, “Tell the you from me, that Sabbath-breaking is a danger and costly sin." Remember that word,—“Th polluted My Sabbaths: then I said, I would pour My fury upon them.” Sad indeed are the threate ings which the Lord has denounced against this s whilst
many and special are the blessings which confers on those who keep His Sabbaths, and cho the things that please Him. “Even unto them," says, will I give in Mine house and within 1