'He ran on and on a long distance, never looking which way he went, until he found himself in a wood. He was so tired, his legs felt as if they would bend under him and as if he should fall to the ground. He lay down, and the tired feeling got more and more; and he forgot that he was in the wood, and forgot all about the cross old woman and the beating with the broomstick.

'All at once Johnny stood by the open gate of a beautiful garden. The gates were so shining and so bright that he could hardly look at them; but within the gates were lovely green fields, with shady trees, and trees covered with fruits of every kind, peaches and plums and grapes, and gardens of flowers of every colour growing everywhere. And troops of little boys and girls came running from amongst the trees, smiling and playing, and walking hand in hand, all dressed in white, with wreaths of flowers in their hair. And lovely music seemed to fill the garden, though Johnny could not see where the music came from. Then he cried out loud, as he stretched his arms out towards the little happy children, "Oh, I am a very lonely little boy; my papa and mamma are both gone away to heaven and to God, to Jesus and all the angels, and I am quite alone." 'Then there came up to him a very kind man,

who said to him, in a loving voice, "Would you wish to come here amongst all these little ones, my child?" and he laid his hand upon Johnny's head, and Johnny awoke with a great sob, and he was lying upon the grass in the wood.

'The rain had been falling fast, and the little boy was quite wet through, and when he tried to get up and walk his legs were stiff, and he fell down again, and lay still as if he could not move. The thunder and lightning began, and the wind whistled through the trees, and twirled off the dead leaves and branches. There was such a noise that no one could have heard the voice of little Johnny amidst the storm; but God heard it a very weak little voice, through fever and fear, but it reached Him: "Oh, take me where papa and mamma have gone to heaven and to God, to Jesus and the angels."

'When little Johnny was found in the wood the next day, when the storm was over, his body was quite dead; and he had gone to that lovely garden with the happy little children dressed in white to Jesus and all the angels.

UNT HARRIETTE and Frank and the rest had not been asleep more than half their usual time when Georgie waked up suddenly, and said to his brother Arthur, who slept in the same room, 'There is a gun firing.'

'Don't talk nonsense,' said Arthur crossly, at being roused from his sleep. Who would fire guns at this time of night? and go to sleep.'

Hold your tongue

There is another,' said Georgie presently, waking up again, for he had gone to sleep for half a minute betweenwhiles. He said no more to Arthur, but jumped out of bed and ran into his aunt Harriette's room.

He found her standing by the window. She

had drawn up the blind.

the blind. It was hardly yet daylight, but being summer-time you could see things outside, not very plainly.

' Georgie,' said Aunt Harriette, turning to him, 'do you remember seeing a vessel laden with coals yesterday when we were on the beach?'

Georgie did remember, and he said 'Yes,' and ran to the window where his aunt was standing.

'Why, there it is! there it is!' said he, looking out. 'I can see the ship quite well. What does that mean, auntie?' he asked, as a bright flash came from the vessel, and the noise sounded again. I heard guns in my bedroom. Is that a gun? Arthur said it wasn't; but I was sure it was guns.'

'I think it was a rocket, my dear,' said Aunt Harriette. 'I am afraid the vessel is in distress.' 'What do you mean, auntie?'

'She has got upon some rocks, I am afraid. You remember the man Jones said that this coast is not safe.'

Just then the woman of the house rushed in. She was dressed up very funnily; with a man's coat dragged over her shoulders, and a very big nightcap with wide frills on her head, so that George, and Bessie, who had joined them, stared at her.

'Oh, ma'am oh, ma'am !' she said, wringing her hands and crying, 'the Pretty Polly is on the rocks, and it is such a terrible night; and my brother is the captain of her, and he is aboard. Oh dear, oh dear! what ever shall I do?'

But surely there will be many to help; and the rocks are not far from shore,' said Aunt Harriette.

The Polly will never live to land the men,' said the landlady. 'Oh dear, oh dear!

And that was all that she would do, sit on the edge of Aunt Harriette's bed and wring her hands and cry, 'Oh dear, oh dear!' Aunt Harriette tried to say all she could to comfort her, but she seemed to take no notice. Then she all at once jumped up and ran out of the room, and out of the house; and Georgie saw her running wildly along the beach, the frill of her nightcap flapping in the wind.

By this time Arthur was dressed and in the room; and Aunt Harriette's two servants, the cook and the housemaid, were there also, both crying, and both talking.

My good women,' said Aunt Harriette, 'of what use is all this noise? Do try to leave off crying. Go and call Mr. Frank.'

Arthur answered, 'Frank is not in the house,