I must remind our friends that the new laundry and nursery are not paid for yet, only about one hundred pounds have been collected, and we want two hundred more. We hope this need will be remembered in prayer. I think there is a blessing in asking special gifts, and watching for the answers. Will dear, praying friends ask that this may be given before the end of the year. As yet we have no anxiety about the maintenance fund. We have about enough to pay the June bills, but this number of the "Hope" will not be circulated till July, so that we shall need much faith and courage when the bank is empty. May our hearts be kept at peace, trusting in our faithful God, and may we still be able to say,

God's providence is mine inheritance.

SARAH DAVIES,

Honorary Secretary to Children's Association. 35, Upper Fitzwilliam-street, Dublin.

THE CHILDREN'S INHERITANCE.

THERE'S a rest for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessed Saviour,
And "Abba, Father," cry;
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and danger free;
Where every little pilgrim
Shall dwell eternally.

There's a home for little children,
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory;
A home of peace and joy.
No home on earth is like it,
Or can with it compare ;
For every one is happy,

Nor could be happier there.

There's a Friend for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
A Friend who never changeth,
Whose love can never die.
Unlike our friends by nature,
Who change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
The precious name He bears.

There's a crown for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who look for Jesus,
Shall wear it by and by:
A crown of brightest glory,

Which He will then bestow On all who've found his favour, And loved his name below.

There's a song for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing:
They know not Christ as Saviour,
But worship Him as King.

There's a robe for little children,
Above the bright blue sky;
And a harp of sweetest music,
And a palm of victory.
All, all above are treasured,
And found in Christ alone;
Oh, come, dear little children,
That all may be your own.

LONDON: WILLIAM MACINTOSH,
24, Paternoster row, E.C.

GIFTS AND NEEDS.

THIS number of the Hope is to be all about the needs of the poor Mission schools, especially in the country, and the gifts which last winter were kindly sent for them, but there will not be half room enough for all I have to say, because I want to insert two long letters which came to me last winter too late to put in. I have to thank a great many kind friends for gifts sent last winter; gifts which enabled me to supply the most pressing needs of the children at Moyrus, Roundstone, Errismore, Errislannan, Renvyle, Clonluan, and Streamstown, besides innumerable comforts for the poor wee ragged ones of the Coombe and Luke-street in Dublin. As most of the parcels contained gifts also for the Birds' Nest, I have found it most convenient to acknowledge gifts by name in the Bird's Nest report. Some friends have sent their help in money,