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AMMA, how did 
you know what 
you told poor old 
Mrs. Johnson ? " 
asked little Kate 
Lindsay of her 
mother, as they 
were returning 
home one day 
from a visit to an 
afflicted neighbor, 
"did God tell you?" 

" Yes, my child, he tells us in the Bible, 
and all his promises that I repeated to the 
poor woman are written there." 

" Well, then, I shouldn't think she need 
cry and worry so, if God is ready to make 


her happy ! Do you think she "will ask 
him, as you told her to?" 

" I can not tell that, but I fear she has 
neither love nor faith enough to lead her 
to pray with the sincerity and trust neces- 
sary to win an answer. She must first de- 
sire to turn from her wicked ways before 
she can expect that God will save her from 
the consequences of them." 

Kate walked on silently a short distance, 
her little feet moving slower and slower, 
till at length she suddenly stopped, and 
looking up into her mother's face, asked, 
" Do you think, 'ma, if I had troubles, and 
prayed any thing else than 'Our Father 
who art in heaven,' and ' Xow I lay me 
down to sleep,' that God would answer 
me")" Her great blue eyes were full of 
anxious doubt as her mother looked smil- 
ingly down into them, saying, " I hope so, as 
you always try to be good. You know what 


the dear Saviour said to little children when 
he was here 'on earth, and he took them in 
his arms and blessed them don't you ? " 

"But, 'ma, he has gone up to his home 
in heaven, where little children can not go 
to him till they die." 

" Praying to him, my child, is going to 
him as truly as though you could see him, 
like the children whom he took in his arms. 
And he is just as willing as then to answer 
a prayer, or to grant any request, as your 
papa or I should be." 

" Why, that is almost as good as having 
two mammas ! " 

" A great deal better, I should think," said 
the mother, " because he can do that for you 
which no earthly parents can, and is always 
near when earthly parents are far away." 

Not many clays after this Mrs. Lindsay 
was attracted to the nursery by the sound 
of her little daughter's voice in prayer, in- 


termingled with pauses and sobbings. She 
drew near the partly-opened door, through 
which she could see what was passing. 
Little Kate was upon the floor, vainly at- 
tempting to untie a knot in the strings of 
her gaiters, and each unsuccessful efibrt 
upon the stubborn knot was followed by an 
earnest pleading for divine assistance. 

Her older sisters had promised her, if 
she would get ready in time, to take her 
out with them to gather May flowers with 
some of their companions who had just 
called. The little creature's heart had 
bounded at the thought of going herself to 
the woods for the pretty flowers, and her 
ill-timed zeal to be quick in exchanging 
her gaiters for thick shoes had drawn the 
strings into a knot ; hence her great dis- 
tress in being unable to loosen it. The 
thought of disappointment and of spending 
the morning alone, when such a pleasure 


had been so near, was a serious trouble; 
but she remembered her mother's words, 
spoken a few days before, and with true 
faith and hope she asked divine help. 

But her little faith was destined to be 
severely tried, for the more she prayed the 
harder she pulled the string each time, and 
the tighter grew the knot, till, utterly de- 
spairing of success, she threw herself upon 
the floor, covering her face with her little 
apron, and sobbing violently. 

The next moment she felt the gentle 
pressure of her mother's hand upon her 
forehead, and heard her sweet voice ask- 
ing tenderly what troubled her. 

Kate seized the hand, but could scarcely 
answer for sobbing, " God won't hear me 
pray, as you said he would." Then think- 
ing from her mother's silence, or perhaps, 
by her own consciousness, feeling that she 
had contradicted her mother's words, or 


cast censure upon God she quickly add- 
ed, "But perhaps he wasn't at home ; I 
guess he wasn't ; " and she looked up to 
see if her mother thought with her. 

" Xo, my child, God's home is every 
where, and he is at all times within hear- 
ing of prayer." 

" Then I must be wicked, like old Mrs. 
Johnson, or he would have helped me," said 
Kate ; and she sobbed harder than ever. 
The mother gently lifted her up, and sit- 
ting down with her on her lap, asked, " Are 
you quite sure that your prayer has not been 
heard and answered ? " 

Kate could only shake her head, and hold 
up, as proof, her little foot, on which was 
the obstinate knot. 

" Is there, then," again asked the mother, 
proceeding to untie the knot, " any one 
whom you would choose to have sent to 
help you rather than your mother ? " 


Kate looked first at the loosened knot, 
then at her mother in silent amazement, 
and exclaimed, " Why, I never thought of 
that ! I didn't expect he was going to send 
you, sure enough ! Now I'm sorry I cried 

" But / shall be very glad," said her 
mother, clasping her tenderly, "if it only 
helps my little girl to remember always 
that God chooses to answer prayer in his 
own best way, and that she need not feel 
that her prayers are unheard simply be- 
cause she does not see the answer in the 
way in which it is given." 

Let the little boys and girls who read 
this be assured that God is ready and will- 
ing to answer their prayers, and though he 
may not do it precisely in the way they 
expect, they will at some time find, like 
little Kate, that he could have chosen noth- 
ing better for them. 



" WILLIE," said a little orphan boy to 
his brother, " now we are all alone in the 
world ; father, and mother, and aunty are 
gone, and there is nobody to take care of 
us ; what shall we do ? " 

" Oh, I am not afraid," said Willie ; " don't 
you remember the verse that dear mamma 
taught us ? ' When my father and my 
mother forsake me, then the Lord will take 
me up.' " 


No. 2. 


T was Wednesday 
afternoon, and the 
children of the 

village of L 

had been spend- 
ing an hour very 
pleasantly togeth- 
er. Their friends 
had given a " con- 
cert " for the lit- 
tle folks, so the 
handbills said 
which had been 
posted about the 
for several days, and which the 
folks" had read over and over 
with great delight. The expecta- 

" little 


tions of the children, as to the music, 
had been fully realized, and the concert 
was ended. 

Walter Gray left the hall with the rest 
of the boys ; but while the others ran, and 
jumped, and shouted, he walked slowly and 
quietly ; and had you been near you would 
have noticed that his sister Helen held his 
hand in hers, and was leading him. As 
they were coming out, Walter happened to 
tread upon the foot of one of his play- 
mates, and jostle him a little, when the 
boy turned angrily toward him, saying, 
very roughly, " Keep off my feet, will 
you ? " and at the same time giving him a 
push that almost threw him and his sister 
down the steps. 

" Don't push him, George ; he didn't 
mean to tread on you, but he couldn't see ; 
you know brother Walter's blind now," said 
his sister, sadly. 


" Well, he might be more careful then," 
answered the unkind boy, as he hurried 
away to join the others in a game of ball. 
If George had stopped to look into that 
pale, patient face, and had seen, as he 
might have done, the tears starting out 
from Walter's poor blind eyes, I know he 
could not have enjoyed his play. 

"Never mind, Walter," said his sister, 
trying to speak cheerfully, though she was 
so much grieved herself that she could 
hardly conceal it from him, " never mind ; 
we have had a pleasant time at the concert, 
hearing the music, and when we get home 
I'll finish reading that story to you that I 
began yesterday." 

They walked along together, and on the 
way Helen did all she could to bring back 
the smiles to Walter's face ; but he could 
not soon forget this act of rudeness and 
unkindness. Perhaps it will seem to my 


little readers a small thing to be so much 
troubled about ; but I believe you will all 
agree with me that it is a sorrowful thing 
to lose the sight, and I know you think it 
very wicked to speak harshly, without rea- 
son, to one who is thus unfortunate. 

Walter had not been blind ah 1 his life. 
Some children, as you know, are born so, 
and they, of course, have never fully under- 
stood what it is to see, though we pity them, 
and sympathize with them ; but he had 
been permitted to look out upon this beau- 
tiful world, and upon the pleasant faces of 
Mends who loved him, till he was nearly 
ten years old, and then disease of some 
kind came upon him, and he was made 
wholly blind. 

Would you not feel sadly to awake to- 
morrow morning, and, as you opened your 
eyes upon the light of day, to find that for 
you all was darkness ? and when father or 


mother came in, to discover that you could 
see their faces no more ? Sometimes, when I 
have walked out, and have looked with de- 
light upon the fields, and trees, and flowers, 
I have closed my eyes for a moment, and 
thought, " What if this beautiful scene were 
now to be shut out from me for ever ! " That 
thought has always made me feel more 
grateful for the precious gift of sight, and 
I have no doubt it would make any one of 
you feel the same. But we should always 
remember that, whatever our lot may be, 
our heavenly Father knows and does what 
is best. 

It seems very strange to me that a boy 
who enjoys this great blessing of sight 
should ever be unkind to a blind child. 
Do you know any little girl or boy who 
is blind ? If so, I hope you will always be 
very careful not to say or do any thing 
which shall needlessly grieve such a child. 


It is very delightful to think that God loves 
and cares for all these little ones, and that 
if they love Christ, he will one day take 
them to that bright world where they shall 
see his face. 

" Xo night is there ; eternal light is given ; 
None grope, none fall, there are no blind in 


LITTLE Arthur wanted to help his father 
all he could ; so he went down where his 
father's boots were left to be mended. Like 
many other men, who seem to care but little 
for their words, the shoemaker promised, 
but did not perform at the time agreed 
upon. He said they were not done. He 
was told they would be wanted to-morrow, 


it being Saturday afternoon. "I'll bring 
them up in the morning," he answered. 

Arthur thought a moment, and then 
said, fearlessly, "It is against God's rule." 
" Well, I'll send them to-night then." He 
left the shop, having awakened a new 
thought in the young man's mind, who 
perhaps was never before reminded by a 
child of " God's rule " with regard to the 

When Arthur's mother saw him come 
home without the boots, she was sorry, be- 
cause it was a long walk, and she thought 
how tired his father would be at night if he 
had to go again for them. But when she 
heard what Arthur had to say, it brought a 
smile to her face, and caused gratitude in 
her heart, that past instructions were taking 
root in that young breast which might yet 
bless others when her feeble voice was si- 
lent here. How is it with all the little read- 


ers of this tract ? Do they remember God's 
rule about the Sabbath ? 

" "What sound is this, that gently falls 

Upon the quiet air : 
It is the Sabbath bell, that calls 

Men to the house of prayer : 
For there God promises to meet 
All those who worship at his feet 

" Yes ; listen to that chime, my love ! 

Sweeter than earthly song; 
It tells us of that home above, 

Where we shall praise ere long: 
For if we serve our God below, 
With heavenly harps our songs shall flow. 

" How gracious has our Father been 

In giving Sabbaths here, 
To rest our hearts, like pastures green 

The weary flocks that cheer ! 
Oh, let us thank him for this day, 
And find it sweet to praise and pray ! " 


No. 3. 


DDY GRAY and I have 
been skating down on 
Cranberry Pond," said 
James to his mother, one 
afternoon, " and I don't 
see but that he loves to 
skate as well as any boy 
in school." 

"Indeed, my son, and why should he 
not love to skate ? " 

" Oh, he has become a Christian, you 
know, and has joined the church. I thought 
they who profess religion didn't do such 
things. And besides, he loves coasting 
too, and all the boys say he is one of the 
best ball-players among us. Is it right, 
mother, for Christians to engage in such 
plays as these ? " 



" I know of nothing to forbid it, my 
child, provided they play as Christians." 

" Play as Christians ! Why, mother, how 
is that? I never heard of such a thing 

" Perhaps not ; and yet true religion will 
manifest itself as well in play as in any 
thing else. The Christian child will take 
care to play at proper times, and in proper 
places. He will not neglect for it his* 
studies or his work. He will be kind and 
obliging to his playmates, will not deceive 
or wrong them in any manner. He will 
show that he acts from principle here, as 
in every thing else, obeying the Saviour's 
golden rule, Do unto others as you would 
have them do to you.' Does not Eddy 
Gray play in this manner?" 

" Why, yes, mother, I think he does. 
He is always one of the best boys I know, 
and we all like him first rate. But I didn't 


know that it was because he was religious. 
Do you think he can pray about skating, 
and ball-playing, and such things ? " 

" I should be very sorry to have him or 
you engage in any play upon which you 
could not ask God's blessing. The Bible 
says, ' Whether ye eat or drink, or what- 
soever ye do, do all to the glory of God.' 
Innocent recreation, thus engaged in, is not 
unbecoming a child of God. We read of 
the day when ' Holiness to the Lord ' shall 
be written even upon the bells of the horses ; 
that is, upon all the occupations and pos- 
sessions of men. Why should it not be 
written on the sleds and skates of boys, as 
well as any thing else ? It is a false and 
very injurious notion, that religion is incon- 
sistent with any real good. It ought rather 
to heighten our enjoyment of it, because it 
leads us to recognize and be grateful to the 
Giver of all." 


" Well, mother, I shall respect Eddy more 
than ever, now I know he acts from prin- 

" I trust you will, and I hope that you 
too, as well as he, will learn, not only to 
work, and to study, but to play as a Chris- 


A LOVELY little girl, not quite six years 
old, was out taking a ride with her uncle 
and aunt one summer afternoon, when her 
uncle noticed a black cloud rising. He 
turned the horse about, and made all pos- 
sible haste to reach home before the shower 
overtook them ; but they were some miles 
away: the cloud came up very fast, and 
at length burst upon them. 


As no other shelter was at hand, they 
were obliged to remain in the carriage and 
ride on. The rain came down in torrents, 
the lightning seemed to grow brighter, and 
the thunder louder, every moment. Sud~ 
denly there was a dazzling flash, and almost 
at the same instant a peal of thunder, like 
the explosion of a cannon, just above them. 

The little girl's uncle leaned forward, and 
looking into her face, saw a smile there. 
" Are you not afraid, Nellie ? " said he. 

" Why, no, indeed ! " answered Nellie ; 
" mother says the same good God that 
makes the flowers grow makes the thunder 
too, and he loves me just as well now 
when the sun shines." 



LITTLE Annie is about three and a half 
years old; and though so young, her active 
mind is very -busy in thinking, and her 
tongue in asking questions. She has been 
regularly to the Sabbath school for a year, 
and takes great delight in learning little 
verses to say to her teacher. 

One Sabbath morning, while walking to 
church with her mother, a naughty wish 
escaped her lips. "That's very wicked," 
said her mother ; " I'm sorry my little An- 
nie should have said it." The little girl 
walked silently along a little way, and then 
asked, " Why can't I see God ? " 

"Because God is a Spirit," said her 

" Can he see me ? " 

" Yes, he sees you all the time." 


"Did he hear me when I said that 
naughty thing?" 

" Yes, he heard it, and he wasn't pleased 
to hear you say it." 

After a moment's pause, she added, 
" Well, I wonder if he'll let me come to 
heaven when I die, now that he heard me 
say that naughty thing ? " 

" You must be sorry for that, and for 
every other naughty thing, and ask God to 
forgive you, and keep you from saying 
naughty things in future." 

" If I was in the house, and the doors 
all shut, could God hear me say it ? " 

" Yes, he could hear you just as well." 

" Well, if I say it like that," (whispering 
very low,) " he couldn't hear me." 

" Oh, yes, my dear, he could hear every 
word, though you spoke it ever so low." 

" Then I shan't say it again," said she, 
with child-like earnestness. 


Yes, my little readers, God always sees 
you, wherever you may be, and hears ever}* 
word you speak ; and more than that, 
knows even- thought you have, and is 
pleased when you do right, and displeased 
when you do wrong. Will you not re- 
member, and resolve in every thing, as 
little Annie did in this, to abstain from 
what is wrong, and do what is right ? 


No. 4. 


ID you ever have 
a little garden of 
your own ? " said 
Carrie Lane to her 
cousin Julia, one 
morning, as they 
stood together 
looking at some 
beautiful flowers in the window. Carrie's 
home was in a pleasant village in the coun- 
try, and she was now visiting her cousin, 
who lived in the city. 

" No," answered Julia, " I don't know 
how I could have one here. You know how 
small our yard is, and it is all covered over 
with bricks. I should like a garden very 



" I know you would. We all have them 
at home ; there is a plenty of ground there, 
and ever}- spring father marks off three 
squares at one end of his field one for 
Arthur, one for Florence, and one for me ; 
and he lets us plant just what we please in 
them. He bought a spade and a hoe for 
each of us, too, and one large watering-pot 
to sprinkle the gardens with when they are 
dry. We go out and work in them every 

" Oh, that must be delightful. What did 
you plant in them ? " 

" In one part of mine I planted flower 
seeds, and peas and sweet corn in the other. 
Florence filled the whole of hers with flower 
seeds, and it is very pretty. She marked 
it out in the form of a heart ; and when the 
seeds came up, it looked as if some one had 
made a picture of beautiful green in her 
garden. I love flowers ; but I thought I 


should like to have some sweet corn and 
peas, as well as flowers, from my own garden. 
Arthur laughed a little at us girls, and said 
he didn't mean to have any thing but what 
was useful ; so he filled a large part of his 
garden with corn and potatoes. One of the 
schoolboys, who is always playing tricks, 
gave him a lot of seeds that he told Arthur 
would be something useful, and he planted 
them in the rest of his ground ; but when 
the corn and potatoes came up, these seeds 
came up too, and father told him they were 
nothing but a very troublesome kind of 
weeds. Arthur felt quite ashamed to be 
obliged to pull them up and plant that part 
over again. When I came away from home 
all the things were growing finely." 

" Well, I shall want to go out and help 
you work, when I come to visit you in 
August. It will be so pleasant to see things 
growing that you planted yourself." 


" Yes, we shall enjoy it very much. 
Father says he is glad to have us take care 
of these little gardens, and he often tells us 
to notice the wisdom of Him who ' so clothes 
the grass of the field.' And one day when 
we were out together, and he found Arthur's 
corn, potatoes, and weeds ah 1 springing up 
at once, he cold us to remember that those 
gardens were like our hearts while we were 
young. He said that we might have good 
seed sown in them by studying the blessed 
word of God and obeying it ; but if we 
neglected that, other and bad seed would 
be sown there, which would spring up in 
our hearts, and make us wicked and un- 
happy. I am always reminded of those 
words when I see the form of the heart in 
Florence's garden." 



" HONOR thy father and thy mother, that 
thy days may be long in the land which the 
Lord thy God giveth thee." Exod. 20 : 12. 

" Honor thy parents, those that gave thee birth, 
And watched in tenderness thine earliest days, 
And trained thee up in youth, and loved in all ; 
Honor, obey, and love them ; it shall fill 
Their souls with holy joy, and shall bring 1 down 
God's richest blessing on thee ; and In days 
To come, thy children, if they are given, 
Shall honor thee, and fill thy life with peace 



" MOTHER, I don't want to go to church." 
The speaker, a little bright-eyed boy, looked 
up into his mother's face with evident doubt 
as to the propriety of saying what he had 
said. His mother, who had often heard the 
same remonstrance, sat down and drew him 
to her knee, saying, " Charley, father and 
I tell you that it is best for you. Don't 
you think we know best ? " Charley made 
a petulant reply, and although obliged to 
go, yet went in a very unfavorable mood. 

Years passed away. Charley had lived 
to be a man, and had long gladdened his 
mother's heart by living the life of a Chris- 
tian. Children, growing up around him, 
were taught to tread the path in which he 
had been led before. One Sabbath, a 
friend, spending the day with him, asked, 


" Why do you endeavor to get all your 
children to church, whether they wish to go 
or not ? You know that many do not ap- 
prove of such a course." Turning to his 
friend, he replied, " Because I owe it to my 
mother that I was saved from infidelity by 
the respect for the Christian religion in- 
stilled into my heart when she sent me con- 
stantly to church." 

How sweet upon this sacred day, 

The best of all the seven, 
To cast our earthly thoughts away, 

And think of God and heaven ! 

How sweet the words of peace to hear, 
From him to whom 'tis given 

To wake the penitential tear, 
And lead the way to heaven ! " 



I AM a very little child ; 

I'm very young, and very wild, 

And, sometimes, naughty too. 
I'm led, by many a foolish thought, 
To do the things I never ought 

To think of, or to do. 

But God, the holy God above, 
Is very kind, and full of love 

For little ones like me ; 
And he will hear me if I pray, 
And he will help me ever}* day 

A better child to be.