Fainter now, and fainter still,
Breaks the cry upon the ear;
But the mother's heart is steel;
She unmoved that cry can hear.

Send, O send the Bible there,

Let its precepts reach the heart; She may then her children spare— Act the mother's tender part.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

THE HAPPY CHILD

Happy, happy child am I,
On a mother's arms to lie,
Or to rest my weary head
On a soft and downy bed,
Beneath her gentle eye;

While she kneels beside me there,
Teaching me a holy prayer.

But the little heathen child,
Naked, ignorant, and wild,
Has no home or downy bed,
Where to rest his aching head,
Or mother's arms to shield.
She no prayer of love can say—
Heathen mothers do not pray.

Thou art kinder far to me;

And I will not lay my head
On my downy, peaceful bed,
Till I have prayed to thee-
Thanked thee for a mother's care,

Such as heathen never share.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

CHILDREN IN INDIA.

Far, far away in India,

Thousands of children live
Who have no pious parents
Who them instruction give
About the great Jehovah,
Who reigns above the sky;
Or of that blessed Saviour,
Who did on Calvary die.

But Oh, the sad condition
These little ones are in:
Young children by their parents

Are thrown in Ganges' stream,
To please the gods they worship,
Who're made of wood and stone;
Believing they will save them,
And for their sins atone.

And now, dear little children,
Who better far do know,
Say, will you not do something

To save their souls from woe

O yes, you'll say; we're willing

To aid with heart and hand,
To send the blessed gospel
To every heathen land.

A PENNY.

"A penny I have—

'Tis all my own!"

Little Charlotte exclaimed

In a lively tone.

"I cannot do much

With a penny, I fear;

But I'll buy myself something

To eat or to wear."

"A penny I have,"

Little Mary said,

And she thoughtfully raised Her hand to her head. "Both missions and schools

Want money, I know;

But I fear that 't is little
A penny can do.”

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So Charlotte ran off,

And some apples she bought;
While Mary her mite

To the mission-box brought.
And which of them, think you,
More cheerfully smiled;

And which of the two

Was the happier child? M. A. Stoddard.

THE MISSIONARY SHIP.

I see the ships upon the sea,

That silently go by,

As white upon the waters blue,
As doves in yonder sky.

And men are glad the ships to watch,
That bring them many things;
Silver and gold and raiment soft,
Upon their broad, white wings.

But I would rather look upon
The ship that goes afar,
And takes our Saviour's messengers
Where heathen children are;

And carries books, that they may read
How kind our Lord has been;

For such a ship, I know, must be

The fairest ever seen.

"Missionary Hyınns."

THE BEST USE OF A PENNY.

Should you wish to be told the best use of a penny, I'll tell you a way that is better than any: Not on apples, or cakes, or playthings to spend it, But over the seas to the heathen to send it. Come, listen to me, and I'll tell, if you please, Of some poor little children far over the seas. Their color is dark, for our God made them thus; But he made them with bodies and feelings like us: