ghout all eternity. How important to r our portion in such a changing world

ove is long. It never dies. It changes 'from everlasting to everlasting." His grows old.

e to come is long. There is no death -no end it is "everlasting life." It is

in Christ, and begins in this world. so loved the world, that He gave His en Son, that whosoever believeth in not perish, but have everlasting life." d, have you this life?

nt's joy is long. This, too, is unending. ght hand are "pleasures for evermore." are those who possess the saint's joy! ner's sorrow is long. It is "night and and ever." It is "the blackness of darkr and ever." Thus God, who cannot lie, and bids us think of these things. Who his world to the home of the saints? Are f this earth sweeter than the flowers of Time stays not: the fountain is open in t soon, ah, soon! many may find themhim who "could find no place of repenth he sought it carefully with tears."

READING THE SKY.

here, Patty," said Uncle Philip; "and Peter. You have read your books, and teach you how to read the sky."

"When the sky is clear, it says, 'Love God ;' when it is stormy, it says, "Fear God;' when it is lit up with the sun, it says, ' Praise God;' and when one part is clear and shining, and another part cloudy, then it says, 'Love God, Fear God, and Praise God,' all at the same time."

Little Patty said she would read the sky every day; but Peter said, if she did, she would be sure now and then to read it wrong. She would fear God when she ought to love Him.

"Never mind that," said Uncle Philip; "never mind that, Patty; for you cannot be much wrong while you love, or fear, or praise God."

VISIONS OF A DYING CHILD.

I WAS greatly pleased, says Dr. Thompson, with a little incident a mother gave me the other day. A child lay dying. Feeling unusual sensations, she said, "Mamma, what is the matter with me?" Mother. "My child, you are dying."

Child. "Well, mamma, what is dying?" Mother. "To you, dear child, it is going to heaven."

Child. "Where is heaven?"

Mother. "It is where God is, and Christ, and the Holy Ghost, and the angels, and the good men made perfect."

Child. "But, mamma, I never saw, and I do not know, any of those; I do not like to go alone: won't you go with me?""

her. "O, Mary, I cannot! God has called nly, not me now."

ning to her father she asked the same ons; then piteously to each of her brothers isters repeated the same interrogatory; and -ed the same response. She then fell into a e slumber, from which she awoke in a transport , saying,―

ou need not go with me; I can go alone. I been there; and grandmamma is there, and father is there, and aunt Martha."

A LITTLE GIRL PREACHING.

R. RICHARDSON, a Missionary at Arabkir, g the Armenians in Turkey, speaks of a ge where the people are much interested in the . The women are learning to read, (for there few women can read,) and are constantly ng about the Bible and its precious truths. , more than this, the children are so interested they too are learning, without the help of any ol. Here is what he says of one little girl. not the children who read it learn from her, like her, try to do good?" There is one little who has thus learned to read the New Testat very well; and although she is not more than ve or thirteen years old, she is boldly preaching, only to the members of her own house, which bers not less than twenty-five souls, but while work turning the rivers of waters' upon the ls, easily with her foot, for irrigation, she has

her Testament in her girdle, and convinces men mightily from the Scriptures. Some affecting instances of her faithfulness, and the good resulting from it, have been brought to our notice."

A FEW WORDS ON CHINA.

IN fixing our minds on a country, how different would be the thoughts that would probably arise amongst any company if they were all gazing at the same tract of land! Let us suppose a few persons gathered in one room, and all looking at a map of China. What would be the thoughts of a man whose life was spent in merchandise? Most probably, what it would yield to trade. He who studied features, would be considering to what great race they belonged; while, to one loving language, would arise another field of thought. The mountains, lakes, rivers, and forests of that land, would give many fresh ideas to another. But to a Christian,—one whose heart God had filled with love to His fellow-creatures,—a wider, higher, and holier class of thoughts would come crowding in: What are their conceptions of God? Do they know Jesus, the only way to heaven? Is there any hope of sending them the blessed light of the Gospel? Just let us for a few moments think of the present state of the Chinese, and see what hopes of better things there

are.

WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE THEY?

They are not a stupid people. They are not ithout learning; on the contrary, they love it.

o out of every three can read. A Mistely returned from China, saw a man p all the printed scraps of paper lying e streets. You might well ask for what? ng to burn them before the Chinese god

Not one man was found out of many ssionary buildings who could not read. to be met with on every side of you in e morals of the Chinese, however, are have a sad example of this in the countrs of children who are murdered.

S OF MILLIONS READ THE SAME BOOK.

e seventeen provinces in China, and in read the same book, though the prois different. How wonderful is this! of millions are able to read and underbook written in their language. See pening for the Bible! Once printed in d all who can read can read their Bibles. od, one and all, it is printed, and being a, in millions! Blessed, blessed be God hild for a few pennies can give a Chinese ment to a Chinese. Who can say the e such copy might be to thousands? rying on, we believe, a great work there. seems breaking up. The walls of China, e so long kept out the Bible, are being wn. Who can tell whether the very Canton may not bring on great events r Gospel days for the poor benighted Is there any warm-hearted child of God