Greenwood, and sit upon little Charley's grave, and think how he
might now be praying for him in Heaven.

Henry is now a man. He was always a good boy. He is now a good man; and
although many years have passed since he lost his little brother, he
goes every summer to Greenwood to visit his grave; and the tears always
come into his eyes when he speaks of him, and tells that little
Charley's last words were, that he would pray to Jesus to let his
darling brother come soon, and sing him to sleep in Heaven.

ANNIE BROWNE.

Little Annie Browne was an only child, that is, her parents had no
little boys at all, and only this one little girl; so you may be sure
they loved this little girl very much indeed, and were all the time
doing every thing to make her happy. Now I wonder if the dear little
boy, or girl, who is reading this, can guess the means that Annie's
Father and Mother took to make her happy.

Did they give her plenty of candy? No. Did they buy new play things for
her every day? No. Did they take her very often to the Museum, or the
Circus, or the Menagerie? No. This was not the way. I will tell you what
they did; and I will tell you what Annie did, for one whole day, when
she was about five years old, and that will give you a very good idea
of the way they took to make her _good_, for then she was _sure_ to be
_happy_.

Well, one day Annie woke up very early in the morning, and, sitting up
in her little bed, which was close by the side of her Mamma's, she first
rubbed her eyes, and than she looked all round the room, and saw a
narrow streak of bright light on the wall. It was made by the sun
shining through a crack in the shutter. She began to sing softly this
little song, that she had learned in school--

"What is it shines so very bright,
That quick dispels the dusky night?
It is the sun, the sun,
Shedding around its cheerful light---
It is the sun, the sun."

Presently she looked round again, and saw her Mamma sleeping. She said
in her soft little voice--"Mamma, Mamma, good morning, dear Mamma."

But her Mamma did not wake up. Then she crept over her to where her Papa
was sleeping, and said--

"Papa, Papa, good morning, dear Papa."

But her Papa was too fast asleep to hear her. So she gave her Papa a
little kiss on the end of his nose, and laid gently down between them.

In a few minutes, her Papa woke up, and said--

"Why! what little monkey is this in the bed?" w