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is nothing so ordinarily given to used; and a child, usually trained children in England, and nothing to patience, may be trusted to bear so destructive to them. They ought the evil well, if not misled by false never to drink any strong liquor promises : and it is much kinder to but when the doctor prescribes it, him to let him rest on a quiet and Be careful, therefore, to have your steady tenderness, than to promise eyes upon servants and injudicious and offer him indulgences which but well meaning friends, and re- will be

for hereafter, but strain them with all the skill and which wholly disappoint him now, industry you can, there being no- and add another trial to the many thing that lays a surer foundation which put his patience to the proof. of mischief, both to body and mind, -Miss Martineau, than children being used to strong drink."


If there be a curse more bitter than MORAL TREATMENT OF

any other to man, it is to be the ILLNESS.

offspring of an irregular home, of a I THINK it a pity to lavish indul- home where the voice of praise and gence, privileges, upon a sick child, prayer ascend not to God, and where for two reasons; that such indul- the ties of affection are not purified genee is no real comfort or compen- and elevated by the refined influsation to the suffering child, who is ence of religious feeling; of a home too ill to enjoy it; and that it is to which, if the cares or sorrows of witnessed by others, and remem- life shall bring religion to the heart bered by the patient himself when in after days, that heart cannot turn he has forgotten his pain, so as to without bitterness of feeling, withcause sickness to be regarded as a out anguish and vexation of spirit. state of privilege,--a persuasion likely to lead to fancies about health, and an exaggeration of ail

THE FAMILY CIRCLE. ments. All possible tenderness, of THERE is nothing in the world course, there should be, and watch- which is so venerable as the characfulness, to amuse the mind into for- ter of parents; nothing so intimate getfulness of the body; but the less and endearing as the relation of fuss and unusual indulgence the husband and wife ; nothing so tenbetter for the child's health of body der as that of children; nothing so and mind, and the purer the lesson lovely as those of brethren and sisof patience which he may bring out ters. The little circle is made one of his sickness. Illness is a great by a single interest, and by a sinevil, little to be mitigated by any gular union of affections. -- Dr. means of diversion that can be Dwight.

Christian Biograpby.

ANN M'CONNELL. ANN M'CONNELL was born in in her system, and soon after she Sutherlandshire, in the north of was entirely laid aside. Though Scotland, July 21, 1835; but at the naturally of a retiring and diffident time of her death resided in Elgin, disposition, and often disposed to whither her family had subsequently doubt whether she really was in removed.

Christ or not, what surprised every Perhaps there was nothing pecu- one who came in contact with her liarly striking in her sickness and at the time of her illness was the death beyond what is found in many calm resignation with which she similar cases.

Yet it is believed received the intelligence that in all that there are few or no death-beds probability her disease would be which are exactly alike, few bio- fatal. On her removal from the graphies which have exactly the infirmary, of which she had been same thing to tell, and we invariably an inmate for several weeks, and find in every death-bed some feature after all hope of her recovery was peculiar to itself, which may be, to gone, she said, “I am quite willing those personally cognizant of the to die now, if it is the Lord's will, circumstances or the reader of the for I know his time is the best. I biography, for warning, for example, have no desire to form any further and encouragement.

acquaintance with the world, for it The subject of this memoir, though might interfere with my resignation naturally of a serious and thoughtful to his will.” In a letter to a friend disposition, and while attaching a she said, in regard to her prospect regard to religious matters, yet did of death, “Sometimes I place death not make it manifest that she felt before me in all its terrible forms. herself a great sinner, and Jesus to For a moment there seem to be be a great Saviour, till about the dark clouds surrounding me, but middle of the year 1854. According which are quickly dispersed by the to her own account, the anxious eye of faith beholding the Sun of solicitude of her parents about her Righteousness; and then, when I spiritual welfare, and their earnest fancy I am on the other side Jordan, prayers on her behalf, together I can't express my feelings of joy. with the correspondence of a friend, I can say :and other salutary influences by I leave the world without a tear, which she was surrounded, were

Save for the friends I held so dear.' the means of her conversion. In Yet,” she said, “although these January, 1855, she became a mem- are only my feelings, I am steadfast ber of the Congregational church on my Saviour's side.” in the place.

The disease which was finally to About the end of 1855, consump- cut her off kept her entirely contion was found to have seated itself fined for more than six months.


During that time, she was a “living epistle, known and read of all” those who had the pleasure of her company and conversation. It was not so much in what she gave expression to in words that impressed those who saw her, as the peaceful and happy expression she always had on her countenance, and her delight in the conversation and dedevotional exercises of Christian friends ; and few who visited her came away without receiving good to their own souls. No visits were more welcomed by her than those of her Sabbath-school teacher, under whose instructions she had received much benefit. To the conVersation and devotional exercises of this truly pious and devoted lady she always looked forward with great pleasure. She was a diligent student of the Word of God, and in her sickness drew largely from its treasures, especially dwelling and relying on the promises of God; John xiv. was especially a favourite. She also delighted much in repeating and hearing repeated many of the beautiful hymns which are contained in the Congregational Hymn Book and Wardlaw's and Wesley's Collections. Especiallyshe delighted in those beginning, “Behold, a Stranger at the door ;” “I'll praise my Maker with my breath; ” "While on the verge of life I stand;" “Ye fleeting charms of life, farewell;" and, “The hour of my departure's come.”

To say that she had no doubts nor conflicts with Satan and her heart during her illness would be to misstate her case, and state a rare case in the experience of the

Christian, She had doubts, and struggles with sin, yet she was always enabled to come off victorious. These were comparatively few, although severe when they did come. There are few cases which occur in which there is to be found more implicit and unwavering confidence in the Saviour than was to be found in this young woman. Gradually, as her end drew near, she increased in communion with God and alienation from the world. When her mother would happen to be absent from her bedside, and her father enter the room, remarking, “And you are alone?” she would reply, “ Yes; and not alone, for my Saviour is ever with me.” " You will have enjoyment, then, even in your loneliest hours ? " Yes,” she would reply, “such enjoyment as the world cannot give.”

Though surrounded by some of the strongest earthly ties, and having the prospect, if she lived, of spending a life of usefulness in the cause of her Saviour, yet she was perfectly resigned, and willing “ to depart and be with Christ, which is far better.” She manifested an anxious solicitude about the spiritual welfare of her relatives. Her earnest hope was that they should all, as a family, meet each other in glory, where there should be no more separation.

On the 23rd July, 1856, she entered into her rest, a few days after completing her twenty-first year ; among her last words being, “I am safe with my Saviour.”

J. R. Edinburgh, Dec., 1857.

The Sunday-School.



HAPPY DEATHS. JOHN GONBE, one of our infant- young; but he understood someschool children at Burdwan (Hin- thing of things unseen, and said a dostan) was removed from among few hours before he died, “I am

He was the son of very pious going to die, and I meaning his parents, and during his illness he body] shall be put in the garden, often asked his mother and grand- but I shall go to Jesus too." This mother to pray with him, and spoke little one was buried on Saturday in the most encouraging way to evening, and on the Sunday I baptheir hearts of heavenly things. I tized no less than twenty children, never attended a death-bed in a nineteen of whom were orphans, Hindoo cottage where the parents who thus seemed given us in place manifested such a sweet spirit of of those who had been removed resignation to the will of Jesus. from our care during the cholera.

The next morning I was sum- Weitbrecht. moned to the dying bed of another promising boy, called Peter Kartik. As I entered the cottage,

THE INFIDEL AND THE the sun was rising in all his eastern

CHRISTIAN CHILD. brightness, and reflecting his image “UNCLE Bob” was a great scholar. on a large sheet of water, on the He had taken degrees both of borders of which the cottage stood. “physics” and of “divinity," and I rejoiced to think that this was no was a student of many books besides inappropriate emblem of Kartik. those handled in colleges. He could I had reason to believe that the quote texts from the Scriptures, as image of Jesus, the Sun of Right- well as from the infidel writers. I eousness, was reflected in the dying am sorry to say that he preferred boy, as that of the natural sun was reading the infidel. His little niece, in the lake before his dwelling. I Nettie, about twelve years of age, kneeled in prayer beside him ; and was a Christian, and she felt truly I believe it was a blessed hour, sorry for her unch Bob, and for an which his young companions, whó the people who do not love God. were by, will not easily forget. She said to him one day,“ Uncle, Poor Kartik had been long ill, and, why don't you love Godis though tenderly nursed, his disease I do love my god," said the advanced; but during its progress infidel. it acted as the refiner's fire. A few “Who is that, uncle ?" days before his death he was uneasy “ It is the beautiful beautiful about his sins, not feeling sure of objects in nature and in art." their pardon; and I told him of the “Do you mean the Falls of willingness of Christ to receive all Niagara and the Crystal Palace ?" who come to him by faith, even the “Well-yes.”. weakest and most unworthy. He “ Who made the Falls, uncle?" listened to me with intense interest, “I don't know, Nettie.” and repeated several passages of If you could see the One that Scripture after me, showing by the made the Falls, uncle, would you expression of his countenance that love him?" they were as manna to his hungry “ If that could be, I should adore soul. The day before he died he him." was peaceful and happy, and spoke “I love him, uncle," said the with joy of going to heaven.

little girl, “just as well as if I could Two days after, another little see him, and I love all who love member of our infant-school left him. You must read about him in us for a better home. He was very

my new Bible, uncle,"

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“I know the Bible, Nettie. It is nothing but a piece of Jewish mythology. You might as well believe in any other mythological history."

" Are there any prophecies in other mythologies, uncle?”

"Well-no. "All the world knows, uncle, that Bible prophecies have been fulfilled; and I should like to know if

any kind of mythology has ever been spread all over the world, and created love, and peace, and joy in people's hearts, like the history of our Saviour.” Uncle Bob made no reply.

good for? One little fellow promptly answered, “We are good to make men of.”

Think of that, young friends; you are all good to make men and women of. We do not mean--nor did that little boy-that you are merely good to grow up to the size of men and women. No, we mean a good deal more than this. You are good to make persons that will be respected and useful—that will help to do good in the world. No one who is not useful, and who does not seek to make the world better, deserves the name of man or woman.

You should not forget that, if there are to be any men and women many that deserve such a name twenty or thirty years hence, they are to be made of you who are now children. What a world this will be, when you grow up, if all of you only make men and women! Will you not ponder this subject, and show yourselves men ?


ALLIGATORS' NESTS. These nests resemble haycocks. They are four feet high, and five in diameter at their basis, being constructed with grass and herbage. First

, they deposit their eggs on a floor of mortar, and having covered this with a stratum of mud and herbage, eight inches thick, lay another sort of eggs upon that, and so on to the top, there being commonly from one to two hundred eggs in a nest. With their tails they then beat down round the nest the dense grass

and reeds five feet high, to prevent the approach of unseen enemies. The female watches her eggs until they are hatched by the heat of the sun, and then takes her brood under her own care, defending them and providing for their subsistence. Dr.Lutzemberg, of New Orleans, once packed up one of those nests with the eggs in a box for the Museum of St. Petersburg, but was recommended before he closed it to see that there was no danger of the eggs being hatched on the voyage. On opening one, a young alligator walked out, and was soon followed by the rest, about a hundred, which he fed in his house, where they went up and down stairs whining and barking like young puppies.

WHO TAUGHT THEM? Who taught the bird to build her nest

Of softest wool, and hay, and moss? Who taught her how to weave it best,

And lay the tiny twigs across ? Who taught the busy bee to fly Amongst the sweetest herbs and

flowers, And lay her store of honey by,

Providing food for winter hours ? Who taught the little ant the way

Her narrow cell so well to bore, And through the pleasant summer day

To gather up her winter store? 'Twas God who taught them all the way,

And gave these little creatures skill; And teaches children, when they pray, To know and do his heavenly will.

TO LITTLE MARY. LISTEN, Mary, papa’s coming,

Gladly we his footsteps hear; Little feet will haste to meet him,

When we know that he is near. Mary loves her papa dearly;

Papa loves his daughter too : When he says,

“God loves her better,” She can scarce believe it true. “May she love her heavenly Father,

Praise and thank him for his care, Be his little child for ever,”

This is papa's constant prayer.

"GOOD TO MAKE MEN OF." A GENTLEMAN once asked a company of little boys what they were

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