words of the poet be strikingly fulfilled in every
human soul--

"'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die."

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Original.

CHILDREN'S APPREHENSION OF THE POWER OF PRAYER.

While visiting in the family of Rev. Mr. F----, one morning as we were
quietly seated at the breakfast table, his two little boys, Willie and
Georgie were seated between their father and mother. All at once
Georgie, the youngest, a child of five years, reached his head forward,
and in a half-whisper said to his brother, "Willie, Willie, if you were
going a journey, which would you give up, your breakfast or your
prayers?"

Willie replied, "I should want both."

"But," said the little fellow, still more earnestly, "What if you
couldn't have both, then which would you give up?"

"I would give up my breakfast," said Willie.

The little urchin said in an undertone, "I think mother would take
something along in her bag." There was certainly a good "look out" for
two worlds.

A mother who resides near me, and has a large family of small children,
related to me the following circumstance of her eldest boy, when quite
young. From the time her children began to talk, she accustomed them,
each in their turn, to kneel by her side, on rising and retiring each
morning and evening, and repeat to her their little prayers.

One day when her eldest boy, as she thought, was old enough to
comprehend her, she said to him rather seriously, "My son, there is one
kind of prayer to God to which I have not directed your attention. It is
called 'secret prayer.' The direction and encouragement for this kind of
prayer is found in the passage, 'Enter into thy closet and shut to thy
door, and pray to thy Father which is in heaven, and thy Father which
seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.' Now do you not desire to
obtain this open reward. If you would like a closet of your own, there
is a little retired place near my bed-room--you can go there each day by
yourself, and shut your door as directed."

One day, not long after, the child was gone some time; his mother did
not like to accuse him of having trifled on so serious an occasion, for
he was a remarkably conscientious and honest boy--and she said to him,
"Frank, you have been gone so long I fear you may have been using 'vain
repetitions.'"

The color mantled at once in the little fellow's cheeks, and almost
ready to cry, he said, "Mother,