angels sing! The cherubs of heaven spread their wings, and with golden harps and holy voices swell the glorious song of the redeemed. My little sister and yours is singing now in yon fair world. Oh, 'tis a holy, holy work! Then learn to sing! and when you have wicked thoughts in your heart, or feel angry toward a brother or sister, or when you have been disobedient to your kind pa rents, or unkind to your playmates, sing the prettiest song you have learned. It will help to drive away all those wicked thoughts, and make you feel pleasant yourself, and all seem kind to you. Will you try it?

CHAPTER VI.

AFTER the death of her infant brother, Gratia would amuse herself at times, making stories about a little sister; and when she was seven and a half years old, she was indeed made happy by the gift of a dear baby sister. pleased, and gave her

She was greatly a name the first time she saw her. She called her Annie Huntington. "Why do you call her by that name, Gratia?" asked her aunt M. "Because you know, aunty, my name is Gratia, and if I call the baby Annie Huntington, it will be all mother's name.'

Gratia was never weary of taking care of the baby, but once. She had been rocking the cradle for some time. There was something new in the kitchen, and

she ran to see it, when her little sister commenced crying.

Her mother called her, and said, "Gratia, I thought you would never be tired of taking care of a little sister." "I did think so, mother; but I don't think so now."

And have you a little sister? Well, do you love her so well that you are willing to do every thing you can for her? When your mother is very much fatigued and worried with care, do you rock the cradle, or try to amuse the baby with your playthings, or quiet her with your singing and frolicking? Or are you fretful and call, “Mother, I wish you would take the baby! I can't keep her still. wish I didn't have to rock the cradle ! Why can't I go and play now, mother?" No, I cannot believe you will show, for a moment, so unpleasant a disposition.

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When Annie Huntington was about three months old, she was very sick, and

Gratia expressed all the tender anxiety that a mother feels. She would sit by the cradle and watch every motion of the suffering child. When she found her mother concerned lest her dear babe should die, she would try to comfort her, by saying, "Mother, if little sister does not live, it will be all well. God, you know, always does right, and she will be forever happy, and go to heaven, where there will be no more pain, no more sorrow." In this way she did truly comfort her, and made her feel how small would be the loss, compared with the treasure she found in Gratia.

Gratia would often pray with much earnestness that God would spare little sister's life, and that "she might love the Lord in her early youth, and be trained

up to serve him, and to be useful in the world, and a comfort to her parents."

Sometimes she would say, "When sister can walk, I shall lead her out, and

show her the birds and the flowers, and tell her, God made these. I shall teach her to read, and tell her of heaven."

Will you remember this, little friends, and try to instruct your younger brothers and sisters in useful things? Did you say you were not old enough? You have forgotten that Gratia was but little more than seven years old at this time. Surely, you can teach them a great deal. If you are pleasant and courteous to everybody, and willing, at all times, to obey those who are over you, you can in this way teach them to be good; and that will be a great work for a little boy or girl to do.

You can tell them what you know about your heavenly Father, and all that he has made for you and them, and you can tell them what a dear father and mother he has given you. You can teach them of the birds and flowers, as Gratia did, and of the stars, the clouds, and the