ther he did not know that he had been a great sinner in the eyes of Almighty God.'--He replied, 'Oh! yes, mama; but Jesus Christ died on the cross for me.' ‘But, Johnny (she added) do you feel sure you shall go to heaven?'-'Yes, mama ; and when I am an angel, I will fly behind you, and take care of you.'

“At the times when his attacks were most strong, he would never let his mother go near him, lest he might chance to bite even her. He never would confess to her that he was in pain ; but always said he was quite willing to go to heaven.' By degrees his strength failed him, and he grew feebler and feebler; and after two hours' slumber his soul left its prison without any pain or struggle.

“It was about ten o'clock at night, that he ceased to breathe. I was surprised to see no marks of the pain he had gone through, in his face it was sweet even in death. The corpse having been washed, and dressed in a long white robe, was laid out on the bed in which he used to sleep. And the next morning, the

poor Hindoos, who greatly loved him, covered it with flowers.”

Such is the story of poor little John, who was bit by a mad dog, and died. I am sure, my dear readers it must greatly affect you, even to tears. But so long as dear Johnny got safe to heaven, it does not much matter by what way he went to it. True it is, that his was one of the most shocking kinds of deaths, that any of us can die: but you see his Saviour, in whom he trusted, was with him to comfort him; and though he felt it “a sore thing to die," and above all to die in such a way, yet he looked to Jesus dying for him on the cross, and he had a good hope of going to heaven for his sake. And how much we must all feel for his parents! He was their son, their only son whom they loved. Their anguish must have been keen indeed, to see him thus snatched from them. But then, as Christian parents, they would think of the mercy of seeing a work of grace in his soul before he left them; and of the mercy of having a darling child safely housed in heaven. Thero he is far out of the reach of this world of sorrow and sin; and there his God will do more for him, than the fondest mother could.

May you, dear children, be made ready to follow little John to heaven !

TRUE GOOD AND EVIL.' When we see a poor, lost, wicked child wander about the streets, or beg at the door, ragged, hungry, and sick; we are led to pity him. But we should bear in mind, that his rags, hunger, and sickness, are not the chief parts of his distress. They render him indeed, an object of pity, and call for such help as we can give him ; but as I have just said, his outward want is not the worst part of his distress. The worst part is, that he knows not God, and never thinks of his name, but to profane it; that he is a willing slave of the devil, who tempts him to swear, and to lie, and to steal; that, in short, he is a lost sheep, and wanders from Christ, the only true shepe herd of souls. What are his outward rags, and filth, and wants, to this ? they only respect his dying body; but these wants beggar and destroy his never-dying soul.

But now suppose that any of us could bring this poor child to read the Bible, and to know his Creator in the days of his youth; then, even if his wants were to remain, and he was to lie in the street, like Lazurus, full of sores, and with none but dogs to pity him, yet if his heart could rise to God, and his faith take hold of Christ, what would the changes and chances of this mortal life be to him? As it was said of Joseph in his trouble, so it must be said of him in his worst state his God is with him: angels are ready to receive him; and a crown of glory awaits him.

À SAD TALE. Not long since, a kind friend of the poor in London, went to visit a house of great mourning indeed. The father was dead, and the mother was left with eight childten, five of them quite young, and the other three

very sick and ill. She worked hard to get a living for them all ; but work being scarce, and she very sickly, there was little to be done, and she was nearly dying of want. There were four of the poor babes huddled close to each other in a corner of the room. Their sad looks seemed to tell the good man, that they had no food ; and when he asked them, they said they had had nothing to eat since the day before. It was then growing dark. One of them said, “my mother is gone out, to see if she can get any thing for us to eat; but she has not had a bit of food in her mouth since yesterday.” The good man then sent to buy a loaf, and gave each child a large piece. Could those who have plenty have seen the children eat it, they would indeed be thankful to God as long as they live for their own blessings. This poor widow and children had once a nice home and plenty of food.

During the cold and rain, they had been without fire for some days, and the rain had got into their bed-room. So they got a few halfpence of a neighbour, and lighted a fire to dry the room; and the poor woman stopped in the room, 'till she thought the fire was out; when she went down stairs. But a fine boy of four years old took a match, and tried to light it up again, and in doing this, he set fire to a little blue frock he had on,