we almost hear her shouting her infant praises with the multitude of happy spirits.

Little Gratia lived several years ago, perhaps before some of you were born.

She was very beautiful when a babe. She had bright, laughing, black eyes and a sweet and happy face.

So have I a beautiful baby sister, you say! Yes, so you have; and I trust she will be as good as Gratia, when she grows older.

If you are good, she will try to be like you.

When Gratia was but little more than two years old, she was very sick for about ten weeks; yet she was patient and pleasant through it all. She was only an infant in years, but her mind was much more active and mature than is usual at that age. Her dear mother says. of her at this time, "Those who watched over her during her sickness, can

never forget her sweet and almost unearthly countenance, her uncommon patience, and her readiness to take or have done for her any thing that was thought best."

Perhaps many of my little readers have been sick. If you have, and your kind mother wished you to take something to relieve you, did you receive it pleasantly, or did you become impatient and refuse to take it, and thus by your naughtiness trouble and grieve your dear mother, who is ever so watchful for your good and so anxious for your recovery? If you will always remember how fondly your parents love you, and how careful they are to secure your comfort and happiness, you will try, by your obedience, to reward their kindness and love.

When Gratia was but about a year old, her mother taught her to pray, and as soon as she was able to lisp a sentence,

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she would pray in her own infant words, "O God, make little-ee Gratia a good child. May I love Thee! Amen." This was her simple prayer. O how sweet it was! God delights to hear such prayers.

She could not be content to let the time for daily prayer pass unnoticed; and her mother says, "If any thing occurred to prevent our going away at the usual hour, she would come, and taking me by the finger, softly say, 'Come, mother,' showing me that it was not forgotten."

As Gratia grew older, she was taught the Lord's prayer, with other prayers and hymns.

She always repeated these on going to rest, still closing her devotions with a prayer in her own words, in which she would pray for the forgiveness of her sins; for a clean heart; for her father and mother; and for the heathen and poor orphans.

She loved and pitied the poor orphans, and was deeply interested in them.

Her little prayer for them would often be in words like these: "Will the Lord have mercy upon the poor orphans, and those who have no mother to pray with them! Will the Lord be their father and friend!"

One day, a person called at the house to obtain subscriptions for a magazine devoted to the interest of orphans. Gratia listened eagerly to what was said, then whispered, "May I give some of my money, mother?" "Certainly, if you wish," her mother replied; "how much will you give?" "My twenty-five cents!" was her gentle reply. This had been a present to her not many days before. "That will be all you have, dear,” said her mother. "I know it, mother; I wish to give all," she replied; being full of joy that she was able to bestow a little upon the needy.

Now, little boys and girls, come tell me what you do with all the money you get? Do you carry it to the Sunday-school and drop it into the missionary box? Perhaps you give most of it to the poor orphan children, as Gratia did.

I trust you are not so foolish as to buy candies and nuts, because those will do you harm; but if you give it to poor suffering children, it will make both you and them happy; and besides, you will gain their love and please God. Thus you, though young, will be the means of doing great good, and God will bless you.

Gratia was not only ready to do good, but she was ever afraid of doing wrong.

She was very early troubled, thinking there was an evil spirit who came to disturb her and to tempt her to do wrong. She gave him a very singular name, and presume it will make you laugh. It

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