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LT ROBERTS I WALK TO CHURCH, AND | told the boy to rise and come with him. 4. WHAT CAME OF IT... .

With an enquiring surprised look into

Robert's face he eagerly obeyed; he felt TT ITTLE Robert Murray was on his way

he had found a friend who would help him. L to church alone one Sabbath morning.

Robert quickly retraced his steps. He Robert's father was not well, and his mo

could not go into church and sit in his ther staid at home to take care of him; so

comfortably cushioned pew while the poor Róbert, who had but à few weeks before

little boy sat shivering outside. He could lost his only brother, had no one to accom

not have listened to the preacher's message pány him that cold wet Sabbath morning.

of love while the poor little boy sat lonely It was early in February, and the wind was

without one kind word to cheer his sorrowblowing in angry gustis, so the little boy

stricken heart. put down his umbrella; he did not mind

But Robert was only nine years old; the rain dashing against his cheeks, and his

what could he do to help the little housewarm great-coat protected him well from

less, friendless boy that hundreds had the cold. The church' bells were ringing

looked on that morning and passed by prettily, and their sweet sound had wafted

without one single arm being stretched out Robert's thoughts away to the city paved

to save-Christ's own people too amongst with gold, with gates of pearl, in which

the number? there is no temple; for the Lord God

Little Robert did not speak much on his Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of

way home, for he was a quiet, shy boy, and it. It was natural that Robert's thoughts

sometimes did not find it easy to talk, even should easily find their way there; for his

although it was only to a boy younger than little brother, who had but, a few short

himself. Besides, he was wondering what weeks before walked by his side to church

his mother would do for the poor little and" school, was gone from him, and was

ragged boy. He was sure she would at now amongst those joyous thousands of

least give him a warm breakfast and some little children tot

warm clothes. But Robert was wishing for Around the throne of God in heaven -::

more than that for the poor boy. --- Singing glory, glory, glory' : :

• What is your name,' at last he ventured Little Robert, with thoughtful, happy to ask ? countenance, hurried along the streets that Edward Anderson, please, sir,' said the were all a-stir with church-goers. , What little fellow, and I'm willing to work if stays his steps so suddenly? Only a little I could get any one to trust me, but I'm ragged 'boy the passers-by say to them. so ragged nobody will give me anything selves and pass on. Ah! but little Robert, to do. who has just been musing on the children This is my house,' said Robert pausing playing on the streets of the New Jerusalem at the steps that led to one of the doors of and joining in the glad chorus of heaven, Queen's Terrace, wait there a moment till is not able to pass by the sorrowful little I tell my mother.' ragged boy with only a look of idle sym · Robert hurried to his parents to ask pathyest Love reigns in his heart. Christus leave to bring in the poor boy to the warm own blessed spirit moves him to tender pity kitchen fire; and mamma, I know you'll for the little outcast one.

be kind to him, you always are; but this Poor boy,' he said, "what is the matter? is such a pretty boy although he is so dirty.' Can I help you?'.

Permission was readily given, and Robert I'm cola and hungry, and have no home gladly led the way to the warmth of the to go to, they turned me out last night; kitchen, and saw little Edward seated on a I could na' pay, my lodging and they would stool near the fire. na' let me bide ony longer...

Mrs Murray was soon by their side, and Robert asked not another question, but she smiled so kindly upon the little outcast

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ROBERT'S WALK PO, CHURCH.

, that he felt no longer afraid. He did feel guilt of searing the generous sympathies of a litële overawed as he followed Robert my guileless: boy. Go and tell your little through the large wide lobby, and when he friend that he may call you brother, it he entered the kitchen his eyes took it all in will only be good and obedients and that at a glance, and he thought it wonderfully :your father will be a father to him, and beautiful; he had never been in so grand a that from your good dear mother her will place before. But such feelings all vanished have a mother's care. Am I wrong 'my in the presence of the kind good lady who darling ?: he added, looking round to his now ministered to his wants. A warm wife. sto

ga breakfast was placed before him, and Wrong? No, my husband; my heart Edward left in Robert's care till he had is very tender too since Christ has taken finished it. The poor boy never had en from us our little George; and when I joyed a meal so much before, although the think of him amidst the blessedness of tears ran down his cheeks when he answered heaven, gladly will I strive to take another Robert's questions about his life and little helpless one by the hand and lead prospects.

him to the same beautiful home. Is not I am a' right for to-day after a dinner the little ragged outcast also a child of our like this, but to-morrow, here the little Father in heaven, and shall we not love fellow fairly broke down. Nobody'll give him for Jesus sake??. me work, and its only matches and pins •My dear, precious Mary,' was the fond and laces that I sell. If any one would rejoinder. Go, Robert, let it be your haptrust me to go errands, I'm honest although piness to tell the little one that he has found I am ragged and dirty.

a home; to you he owes it, my dear boy! • I'm sure you are honest,' said Robert, Robert's face was radiant with delight, reading instinctively the clear open eye of and with a grateful kiss to his parents, the boy, perhaps mamma will do some which spoke the thanks he could not utter thing for you; I'll ask her. Come and sit in words, he bounded off to the kitchen to near the fire. Take off your wet boots and tell the good news to the poor boyama u I'll bring you a pair of mine, and stockings Edward's eyes opened wider and wider, too ;' and Robert placed a chair near the he could not comprehend it, it was too fender and ran off to his papa and mamma. good to be true; the large tears trickled

• Mamma,' he said very quietly, for his down his face. It's too much, too much,' papa looked as if he had fallen asleep; "I he sobbed out; "if your kind father could would so much like to do some good to but get me some work to do that I might that little boy; but although I gave him earn my bread, I would thank him for it all my pocket-money, sixpence a week with all my heart, but this that you tell would do him no good; my old clothes me of, I'm not fit for it, oh no, no ; it's would keep him warm; but he has no kind, kind, but I'm no? like you. . home to go to. If I could only give him a But you will grow like me, said Robert home. I can't, but you and papa could. | interrupting him, and perhaps be far better O mamma, if you would only let him have than me some day. You would like to live George's place, and then perhaps he might | here, wouldn't you?? these learn the way to heaven too, and live there .:: Yes; said Edward, looking round the at last for ever and ever."

spacious kitchen, I never saw anything se • His father opened his eyes; he had been nice as this room. before; but, and he asleep, but his gentle child's voice roused looked down dismally at his rags i de derd him, and he heard the words, “haye | 50! we'll get them all off," said Robert; George's place and learn the way to heaven,' papa will be asking to see yon soon

My dear boy,' he said, stretching out Come with me and I'll give you plenty of his hand to Robert, let it even be as you warm water and soap, and clothes too, and wish; let me not be chargeable with the then I will take you to see papaya bawi

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• But I am afraid of him.'

But you need not be afraid, he is good and kind, and you will try to be good, vont you, Edward ?

I'll try; but I don't know anything. If you show me how to be good I'll learn.'

• Mamma and papa will teach you. Here is the bath room;' and Robert left his little friend, after giving him a plentiful supply of water and a pretty suit of clothes ; but the poor little boy hardly knew how to proceed; he was almost stupefied by the wonderful change that had come over his life within the last short hour.

Robert however soon came to his aid, and with great pleasure did the kind little ministering child look upon the changed boy. Pretty he truly was, with large soft eyes; and nose, mouth and chin all worthy of the eyes that beamed above them. :: Now,' said little Robert, papa told me to bring you to him; and don't be afraid of my dear, good, kind father; you will love him, I am sure.'

•Come to me, my dear boy,' said Mr Murray, stretching out his hand towards him. You have neither father nor mother, my poor, little one??. : No sir.'

But you have a Father in heaven.' • I don't know sir, I never heard.'

Yes, yes; and He has sent you here. Robert will tell you of Him; how kind and how mighty, how wise and holy He is ; and if we would ever enter His glorious home, we must be pure and holy, else we will be shut out for ever; and how much more dreadful to be shut out from that bright, peaceful, blessed home, than to wander homeless here,-out in the cold and rain, without shelter, food, or clothes.'

The tears rolled down the boy's cheeks. He looked up as if in a dim sort of way he understood his kind instructor's meaning. . I will give you a home here, my boy; but it is only the great Father above who can give you an entrance to that better home that will be for ever; but gó, Robert, now, I am weary, and God bless you both.'

I cannot take up space to tell you how Edward grew up, rewarding his benefactors

for all their care and love by his obedience and truthfulness and gratitude. In his young life the lovely graces, wrought alone by God's spirit of holiness, soon began to appear; and with joy Mr and Mrs Murray acknowledged that if they had sown tenfold, they were reaping a harvest of ten hundredfold.

Their own son Robert died before he reached manhood; then how tenderly did Edward console their sorrowful hearts. Not long afterwards, Mr Murray also entered on his heavenly rest, and Mrs Murray, a widow and childless, had only Edward left to lean on and to love. She is now an old lady, and round about her cluster a pretty group of children with Edward's dark soft eyes. She loves them very tenderly, and the sound of their glad young voices is her sweetest earthly music. She is just at heaven's threshold, waiting for the opening of the door of her Father's house; and I think the glad hallelujahs' of heaven are already falling sweetly on her spirit.

My darling mother,' Edward sometimes says, "how bright will be your crown.'

* And you, my son, will be its most precious gem, but I will cast it low at His feet. I am nothing, I have nothing worthy of His favour,-empty and sinful. Yet if Christ has clad me in His own righteousness, and made me comely through His comeliness put upon me, to Him is all the glory; to Him must be ascribed all the praise. And when I am gone you will take up the work I delighted most of all to do for Christ-consider the poor,-and teach your children to do the same. Let them feel that love is the fulfilling of the law; and let it be wide and free as God's own sun and rain ; then down upon their own heads will come showers of blessings.'

Edward took Mrs Murray's hand and reverently kissed it.

My more than mother,' he exclaimed, my life and fortune, which I owe to you and yours, shall, God helping me, be devoted to the help of those who are as I once was-helpless, friendless, destitute.'

A. C. W.

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: THE CHILD'S HYMN.

"I am but a little child.' 1 Kings 8. 7. Father! a little child like me,

With mind so slow to grasp a thought, And lip, that scarce could form a plea,

How can I praise Thee as I ought! How can I sing Thy being, Lord,

And know so feebly what Thou art,
Save only as Thy works afford

An index to a loving heart !
Fain would I trace the boundless power,

And wisdom infinite displayed
In stars that light the lonely hour,

Or flowers that scent the forest shade.
But when Thy works I think to scan,

Like Alpine heights above me piled, I view amazed the mighty plan,

And weep that I am yet a child. A child in knowledge, thought, and speech,

And think to search eternal days! Not seraphim the flight could reach,

Or sound Thy vast unfathomed ways.

: BIBLE QUESTIONS. THREE Prizes, in each of the two

divisions, are offered for the largest number of correct answers. The Prizes to be awarded in December 1873._

The following are the conditions: * 1. In the first, or Junior division, the, question for which will be printed first in order; competitors not to be above thirteen years of age.

2. In the second, or Senior division, competitors not to be above eighteen years of age; and in both divisions the answers must be honestly the work of the individuats competing. -- nie potr .

3. All answers to be addressed, nat later than the 18th... of each month, to the Rev. JOHN KAY, Greenbank Cottage, Coatbridge.

As a matter of convenience and economy the answers may be written on post cards. Be careful in all cases to give the name and address of the competitor. **** **

JUNIOR DIVISION. 13. Which verse in the psalms tells us that even the wild beasts unconsciously pray to God ?

, ..'...**}: : 14. Where do we find two consecutive verses in which: Jesus tells us six times that prayer will be heard ?: .

15. What good man's life was spared in answer to the prayers of believers ?

; SENIOR DIVISION. 13. On what occasion did four companions agree to ask a special blessing from God!

14. On what occasion į did a; king and a prophet unite to pray for deliverance from an enemy?

15. In which passage does Paul request believers to join with him in praying for three temporal things which he greatly desired ?

But if Thy works delight afford

Where mystery Thy Being shrines,
What wonders hidden in Thy Word

Await me from the living lines !
There, high o'er all, I ever trace
_Salvation's wide, unrivalled plan;
The wondrous mystery of grace

That saves and strengthens fallen man. Beneath the gospel's grateful shade,

Soothed by Thy voice, so soft and mild, How sweet to rest, nor feel afraid,

Since Jesus loves the little child ! And Jesus says, “Oh, let them come,

I long to fold them to my breast, For such within my glorious home

Are ever dearest, lov'd, and best. “Their angels see my Father's face,

Where seraphs fold their wings in fear; And they who would my footsteps trace

Must walk with me like children here.' Then oh, if such Thy beauty see!

Thy matchless glory undefiled! Sure, Lord, 'twere heaven enough for me

To rest for aye a little child. J. K. M.

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