as if it would be the last. The supposed nearness of eternity filled his mind with a solemn dread. To die happily, he felt himself in great want of something-he knew not what. Filled with trouble and dismay, he remembered that his mother was a great reader of the Bible ; and that she often spoke with delight of what she found in the Scriptures. He remembered also, that she had given him a Bible when he went to sea; with entreaties that he would often read it. He thought he must still have the Bible somewhere, but he could hardly be certain. Down he went to his chest, and at the very bottom of it, found his mother's kind. but long-neglected gift. He opened it with eagerness, and the first words that caught his eye were these: “If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more will your Father, which is in heaven, give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him.” It struck hiin very forcibly, that it was the Holy Spirit that he wanted. He resolved to cry earnestly for this gift. He did cry, was heard, and answered.

A PRAYER. Lord, help me to pray by thy Holy Spirit. Teach me what to ask, and how to ask it.-Give me grace to pray for more grace. --Help me to hate sin, even, secret sins.--Lord, make me truly sorry for the sins I have committed against thee.-Shew me the evils of my heart, and change it.-Help me to love thee as my Creator and my Father.-0 may I trust in Jesus Christ to save me from sin, and from hell ! Send thy good Spirit into my heart, to make me wise unto salvation; to make me holy, happy, and useful in life and death ; and if í live, may I live to the honour of Christ my Saviour; and when I die, niay I die joyful in the Lord, and be with him for ever.Lord, grant me these mercies, for the sake of Jesus Christ! Amen.

WILLY JONES AND HENRY GREEN.

Oh how I wish I had a nice great coat to keep me warm,' said Willy Jones, one cold winter's morning, to little Henry Green, as they ran along to the Sunday School: 'don't you wish you had, Henry?'

Oh no,' said Henry, 'we have only to run a little faster, and we shall keep ourselves warm without one.' Now no one stood more in need of a warm coat than poor Henry, but he knew that it was wrong to wish for any thing which God did not think fit to give him, because the Scriptures say, “Thou shalt not covet,"

and “be content with such things as ye have.”

Now Willy Jones had a kind father, and mother, and brothers and sisters to love and take care of him, but poor little Henry had none. His father was dead, and his mother was dead ; and he lived with an uncle and aunt who had many children of their own, so could not spare much for little Henry. And what was worse, his uncle never went to Church, but would get drunk and swear sadly; and when he had spent all. his money at the ale-house, he would come home, and be very angry with them all, and would often beat little Henry very inuch, though he did all he could to please him. His aunt too was very cross, and did not teach her children to love God, and to be good, and to say their prayers ; nor did she send them to the Sunday School that they might learn to read : so they played in the street with other naughty boys and girls, and soon learnt to say bad words, and to quarrel, and to tell lies. They were also very idle, and would seldom do as their mother bid them, but put all the work to little Henry, because he was always cheerful, and ready to run an errand, or to help to clean the house, or nurse the baby, or to do any thing to make himself useful, when his day's work in the cotton-mill was over. Poor Henry

had no shoes, or stockings; and he very often went to his work in a morning before it was light, without any breakfast, and with only a bit of dry bread for his dinner; vet Henry was never heard to complain. It was God who placed him in the state of life he was in, therefore he knew it must be the best for him.

As Henry always brought home his wages at the end of the week, and never asked for a penny for himself, his aunt told him she would give him leave to go to the Sunday-school, as he so much wished it, if he would take care to light the fire and sweep the house before he went; and this was a kindness for which he thought he could never be grateful enough. He dearly loved the Sabbath, and he dearly loved to be able to read the Bible, and the hymn-book which was given him at school as a reward for good conduct; and no one took greater delight in prayer than little Henry. In every trouble he lifted up his heart to God and found comfort. Every morning and night he prayed God to love him, and to par. don his sing for Jesus Christ's sake, and to keep him from evil, and give him strength to do his duty, and to bless his uncle, his aunt, and his cousins. So God made little Henry good, and blessed him, and gave him a humble, and a thankful heart; and amidst all his earthly trou

bles he found peace, “ that peace which the world can neither give, nor take away." And little Henry was happyyes, my dear young friends, much more happy than he could have been, if he had lived “ without God in the world,” even though he had been rich enough to ride in a Coach.

DEATH OF A HINDOO GIRL. A lovely little girl, not much more than five years old, daughter of a native Chris. tian, humbly begged, when dying, that God would forgive all her sins. Then, turning to her mother, she cried out, “Mother, I am going.” To these touching words the devout mother at once replied, “Well! my dear – if Jesus Christ calls you away, you may go." When her spirit soon took its Alight, without any struggle, to its rest in heaven.

The parents of this little girl are converted heathens in India, who belong to Mr. Bow. ley's flock; and worship in that church, of which you have a view in our January num. ber.'

What little boys and girls in England, will not gladly give their pennies, if they have any, to send Misionaries to prepare poor heathen children to die happy in the Lord Jesus !