proaching nearer and nearer, and it passes within a hair-breadth of our ruin, leaving us to the sad reflection that another and another are still behind. Poor bird! Our situations are exactly alike. Thy choicest comforts come entwined with pain; and no sooner is thy callow-young developed, than thou feelest all the cares that distract a parent's heart. How often hast thou been driven from thy nest! How often hast thou fluttered thy wings in agony, and taken up the wail of sorrow as if thy children were already lost. The other evening I walked into the chamber where my children were sleeping. There was Willie with the clothes half kicked down, his hands thrown carelessly over his head, tired with play, now resting in repose; there was Jamie with his balmy breath and rosy cheeks, sleeping and looking like innocence itself. There was Bessie, who has just begun to prattle, and runs daily with tottering steps and lisping voice to ask her father to toss her into the air. As I looked upon these sleeping innocents, I could not but regard them as so many little birds which I must fold under my wing, and protect if possible, in security in my nest. But when I thought of the huge

cows that were feeding around them; the ugly hoofs that might crush them into ruin; in short, when I remembered the bird's-nest in the moon, I trembled and wept. But why weep? Is there not a special Providence in the fall of a sparrow? It is very possible that the nest which I saw was not in so precarious a situation as it appeared to be. Perhaps some providential instinct led the bird to build her fragile house in the ranker grass, which the kine never bite, and, of course, on which they would not be likely to tread; perhaps some kind impulse may guide that species so as not to tread even on a bird's nest. There is a merciful God, whose care and protection extend over all his works, who takes care of the sparrow's children and of mine. The very hairs of our head are all numbered.

"TAKE heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father."

CHRIST.

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LITTLE BENNY had no notion of any other sort of money than copper money; all his juvenile receipts had been in pennies, which, from his love of reading, he always spent for little penny books, till he had quite a library of them.

One day, a gentleman visiting at Benny's father's house, seeing how Benny spent his money, gave him a bright new quarter of a dollar.

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