indeed to be received into a school or institution he knew something about, which had been established by the Moravians, a society of pious people, who have in many places instituted similar schools for educating little boys and girls, bringing them up in the fear of the Lord. His mother was also very desirous that he should go there, but she had no money and no friends to help her in this. Happily, however, this little boy had heard of Jesus, who is the friend of the friendless, and who has said in His precious word, "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not," and who also declares himself the "Father of the fatherless." He believed what Jesus said, and wished to go to Him.

"But how shall I go to Him ?" said he. "O! I know what I will do. I will write him a letter, in which I will tell him all."

This he did, nearly in the following words :

"MY DEAR SAVIOUR, JESUS CHRIST, I have lost my father. We are very poor, but thou hast said in thy word, that all we ask of God in thy name, He will do it for us. I believe what thou hast said, Lord Jesus. I pray thee then, O my God, in the name of Jesus, to supply my mother with the means of placing me in the Moravian institution. I should like so much to continue to get instruction, I pray thee, very kind Jesus, do this. I love thee already, but I will love thee yet more. Give me also wisdom, and every good thing. Good-by."

The child then folded up the letter, and addressed it "To our Lord Jesus Christ in heaven." Then, quite in earnest, and his heart full of hope, he put it in the post-office.

You see this writing a letter was

only another way of praying to God. He had not been taught, as my young readers have, that he might go and pray to Jesus for what was in his heart, and that his Father who is in heaven would grant what was good for him; so he wrote to Him, which was the only way he knew of to ask anything from some one he could not see and speak to.

But you will see what happened to this little boy and his letter. The postmaster, when he was sorting the letters, on looking at the direction, concluded it came from a crazy person, and threw it on one side; but after having finished his work, he again took it up, examined the writing, and observing it was that of a child, opened it, and being touched by the simplicity of the childlike prayer, showed it to a Moravian brother of his acquaintance, who read it aloud at a meeting of the brethren. A rich lady, the Baroness of La Lippe, who was present on the occasion, when she heard the circumstances, thought the Saviour wished her to be kind to the little orphan for His sake; so, out of love to Jesus, she took the child under her care, and placed him in the so-much-wishedfor institution.

Thus, you see, the letter of this dear little boy may be said to have reached its destination, and his prayer of faith was fully answered. D. NASH.

upon the ocean. After he was gone, as the family again gathered around the table, little Henry looked up and inquired, "May I ask a blessing, mother?" Consent was given, and the little boy began: "O Lord, we thank thee for this nice bread and butter. O Lord, we thank thee for this nice beefsteak," mentioning other articles on the table, and reverently closing with "Amen."

When night came, he was not willing that the family altar should be forsaken, and with his mother's consent he made his little prayer. Among other requests which he offered with all apparent earnestness and sincerity were these: "0 Lord, don't let a great wind come and break my father's ship to pieces. O Lord, let my father get

his ship full of oil, so he can come home quick."

After this evening little Henry continued to pray, but his mother noticed that he did not pray so earnestly for his absent father. On being reminded of this, Henry with much feeling replied, "Mother, I have asked the good Lord to take care of my father; He has heard my prayer, and He is going to do it."

What a lesson to the cold and formal Christian, who for years may have repeated the same petition morning and evening, scarcely feeling that it is heard on high, much less that the good Lord "is going to do it." Well does our Saviour say to such, "Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven." F. D. H.

"ONE GLASS MORE."
STAY, mortal, stay! nor heedless thus
Thy sure destruction seal;
Within that cup there lurks a curse
Which all who drink shall feel;
Disease and death, for ever nigh,
Stand ready at the door,
And eager wait to hear the cry

Of "Give me One Glass More!"
Lo! view that prison's gloomy cells,
Their pallid tenants scan;
Gaze, gaze upon these earthly hells,
And ask what this began.
Had these a tongue, oh! man, thy cheek
The tale would crimson o'er;
Had these a tongue, they'd to thee speak
And answer, "One Glass More!"
Behold the wretched female form,
An outcast from her home,
Bleached by affliction's biting storm
And doom'd in want to roam:
Behold her! ask that prattler dear
Why mother is so poor;

He'll whisper in thy startled ear,
'Twas father's "One Glass More!"
Stay, mortal, stay! repent, return!
Reflect upon thy fate;

The poisonous draught indignant spurn,
Reject it, ere too late!

Oh! fly the venom, burst the chain,
Nor linger at the door,

Lest thou, perchance, should sip again
The treacherous "One Glass More!"

T. J.

WHO IS MY NEIGHBOUR? THY neighbour? It is he whom thou Hast power to aid and blessWhose aching heart, or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press.

Thy neighbour? 'tis the fainting poor;
Whose eye with want is dim,
Whom hunger sends from door to door-
Go thou and succour him.

Thy neighbour? 'tis that weary man
Whose years are at their brim,
Bent low with sickness, cares and pain-
Go thou and comfort him.

Thy neighbour? 'tis the heart beraft
Of every earthly gem-
Widow and orphan, helpless left-
Go thou and shelter them.

Thy neighbour? yonder toiling slave,
Fettered in thought and limb,
Whose hopes are all beyond the grave-
Go thou and ransom him.

Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Less favoured than thine own,
Remember 'tis thy neighbour worm,
Thy brother or thy son.

Oh! pass not, pass not heedless by-
Perhaps thou canst redeem
This breaking heart from misery—
Go, share thy lot with him.