they ought to live. It was astonishing what attention she paid tɔ what was said in the house of God.

Her respect for all the commandments of God was very great. One Sunday when her aunt took her out with her, in London, to attend the public services of religion, she saw many persons with baskets, engaged in worldly traffic, and her pious mind was greatly shocked at their wickedness, and exclaimed, “Oh! aunt, how much it grieves me to see the Sabbath profaned in this way, by women selling fruit about the streets.”

A few days before her death she employed herself repeating the hymns she had learned before, and requested her mamma to read the Bible to her. She delighted to think of the happy change that awaited her. She spoke of it frequently; held several conversations on the glories and happiness of the redeemed above; and quoted many appropriate passages of Scripture, which were sweetly and powerfully brought to her memory. So fully occupied was her happy soul with these subjects, that she once broke out in the following language of assurance, and anticipation of future bliss:-"Oh! mamma, I shall be soon in heaven. Only think how strange

and surprising it will be for such a little girl as I am to be with Adam, and Noah, and Abraham in heaven."

Such was the manner in which this little lamb of the flock was carried in the bosom of the good Shepherd, taught, comforted, and enabled to meet with joy the last enemy, and to triumph over him. While a mighty and veteran son of infidelity, like Voltaire, falls before the approach of death dismayed and appalled; this little nursling is able to grapple with this terrible monster, and to pass without fear through the dark valley of the shadow of death. Nothing can give support and comfort in that hour, either to young or old, but the rod and staff of the Almighty; faith in Christ; the presence of his Spirit; and a hope full of immortality. Thus endowed, the youngest become wiser than their teachers, and more enlightened than the ancients.

ACCOUNT OF A LITTLE CHILD,

AGED FOUR YEARS.

THERE is nothing can show the fall of man in a more striking manner than the enmity which is sometimes acknowledged to be felt towards him. If man was not a fallen sinful creature he could not hate or dislike God. If he was quite pure he would love the God of purity. Some poor ignorant heathen say, they hate God, that he is cruel and unkind. When any of their friends are sick, are in great pain, and are brought near to the grave, they curse God, and command him with horrid oaths not to hurt or make the poor sufferer ill any more. But we can only pity them, they do not know the way of truth, they have no Bible, no Christian teachers. We ought therefore to pray for them, and send Missionaries to them, that they may know how good God is, and be taught to love and bless him. For though

he causes us to be sick and in pain, he does not willingly grieve or afflict the children of men. But it is not the heathen alone who have fallen from God, and are averse to his character, to his will, and his ways. Few are candid enough to own this. A little simple child, whose history follows, and who had not lived long enough to become a great sinner, as a very wicked person is called, feeling strongly within her this natural dislike to God, had no idea of hiding it. She told it, without thinking it by any means a wrong feeling, to her pious aunt. The letter of that aunt, which contains the artless memorial of her now glorified niece, must tell how her conversation was blessed by the grace of God to the spiritual good of her infant charge.

The late Miss H. Neale's letter, (author of Sacred History, in Dialogues,) to her sister Mrs. C.

"Dear Sister,

"In compliance with your request, I shall endeavour to recollect the Lord's dealings with your late dear niece, S. S- for out of the mouth of babes and sucklings the Lord ordaineth praise. After the child had been with me a little

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time, I began to talk to her about God; I asked her if she loved God? She said, no; for he was a naughty God, and would beat her. I asked her who told her so? She said, papa's man. I told her it was wicked to call God naughty, for he was good, and was always doing her good: it was a good God that kept her papa and mamma alive. Then I enumerated the blessings she enjoyed. At another time I asked her if she would pray to this good God? (I shall never forget her answer; you know the sweetness there was in her countenance; she put on such a stern determined look as quite amazed me.) She replied, No, I won't love God, nor God shan't love me. I was quite struck, and hardly knew what to reply that a child, not four years old, should express its enmity so forcibly, astonished me. I told her, if that was her determination, she was a miserable child; for none were happy but those whom God loved. I think it was the next night, I said to her, what a miserable child you are! you never will be happy; you cannot be happy without God. I watched her countenance: she seemed to strive against it; but at last she burst into tears, and said, I will love God. I replied, how can you love God, when you will not pray