Him in heaven, when we die. Jesus Christ says He will, and so we are sure of it.

I shall have another Bible story to tell you next month.

THE BIBLE.

THIS is a precious book indeed!
Happy the child that loves to read!
'Tis God's own word, which he has given,
To show our souls the way to heaven.

It tells us how the world was made,
And how good men the Lord obey'd;
Here his commands are written, too,
To teach us what we ought to do.

It bids us all from sin to fly,
Because our souls can never die;
It points to heaven where angels dwell,
And warns us to escape from hell.

But, what is more than all beside,
The Bible tells us, Jesus died!
This is its best, its chief intent,
To lead poor sinners to repent.

Be thankful, children, that you may
Read this good Bible every day;

"Tis God's own word, which He has given
To show your souls the way to heaven.

*This title is borrowed from "The Bible Class Magazine." The music and words of "The Little Protestant's Resolve" appeared to the writer scarcely simple enough for children, but thinking the sentiment most excellent, he has taken the liberty of adopting it.

In dark er a-ges

men have tried What

ma-ny still would do; But, oh! we'll keep it

by our side, And read it oft- en

We won't give up the Bible,

The world has tried before
To rob us of our treasure-but
We'll love it all the more.
We may be very young and poor,
And ignorant, no doubt;

But none shall ever cross our door
To take the Bible out.

too.

We won't give up the Bible,
No matter who may try ;
It is the brightest gem on earth,
The best that we can buy.

Oh! poor are those who never touch
The book for all to read;
But those who learn to prize it much,
Though poor-are rich indeed.

We won't give up the Bible,
The safeguard of our land,
But love its pages more and more,
And pray to understand.
Oh! happy is the child that finds
The wisdom it imparts,
May God impress it on our minds,
And bind it to our hearts.

THE ORPHAN AND HIS BIBLE. Two little boys, decently clothed, the eldest about thirteen, and the youngest eleven years old, called at a lodging-house, and asked for a night's lodging. The keeper of the house very properly took them to the Vagrant Office to be examined, and, if proper objects, to be relieved. The account they gave of themselves was extremely affecting, and no doubt was entertained of its truth and sincerity. It appeared that but a few weeks had elapsed since these poor little wanderers had resided with their parents in London. The typhus fever, however, in one day carried off both father and mother, leaving them orphans, in a wide world,

without a home, and without friends! Immediately after the last mournful tribute had been paid to their parents' memory, having an uncle in Liverpool, poor and distressed as they were, they resolved to go and throw themselves on his protection. Tired and faint, they arrived in a town on their way; two bundles contained their little all. In that of the youngest boy was found, neatly covered and carefully preserved, a Bible. The keeper of the lodginghouse, addressing the little boy, said, "As you have neither money nor meat, will you sell me this Bible? I will give you five shillings for it." "No," exclaimed he, the tears rolling down his youthful cheeks, "I will starve first." The man then said, "Oh! there are plenty of books to be bought beside this: why do you love your Bible so much?" He replied, "No book has stood my friend so much as my Bible." Why, what has your Bible done for you?" He answered, "When I was a little boy, about seven years of age, I became a Sunday scholar in London. Through the attention of my teacher, I soon learned to read my Bible. This Bible, young as I was, showed me that I was a sinner; it also pointed me to a Saviour: and I thank God I have found mercy at the hands of Christ, and am not ashamed to confess him before the world." To try him still further, six shillings were then offered him for his Bible. "No," said he, "for it has been my support all the way from London: hungry and weary, often have I sat down by the way-side

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