reward."

The other,--if God so loved this humble slave-child, he has the same
love towards every one of you. Will you not yield yourselves to his
control, and let his various loving-kindnesses draw you too to himself?

OLD DINAH JOHNSON.

ONE day little Henry Wallace came to his mother's side, as she was
sitting at her work, and, after standing thoughtfully a few moments, he
looked up in her face and said:

"Ma, how many heavens are there?"

"Only one, my child," replied his mother, looking up from her work with
surprise at such a question. "What made you ask me that?"

"Isn't there but one?" inquired Henry, with a little sort of trouble in
his voice. "Then, will Dinah Johnson go to the same heaven we do?"

"Certainly, my dear; for heaven is one glorious temple, and God is the
light of it; and into it will be gathered all those who love the Lord
Jesus Christ, to dwell in his presence, in fullness of joy, for ever.
But Henry, my darling, why did you ask such a question? Don't you want
poor old Dinah to go to the same heaven that we do?"

"Oh, yes, mamma, I love Dinah, and I want her to go to our heaven;
but last Sunday papa told me that the angels were every one fair and
beautiful, and Jacob Sanders says Dinah is a homely old darkey. Now, how
can she change, mamma?"

Henry's mother saw at once where the difficulty lay in her little boy's
mind; so, putting aside her work, she took the child up on her knee, and
explained the matter to him.

"Henry," said she, "I am sorry to hear that Jacob Sanders calls Dinah a
darkey; for those who are so unfortunate as to have a black skin don't
like to be called that or any other bad name. They have trouble enough
without that, and I hope you will never, never do it. They like best to
be called colored persons, and we should always try to please them. We
should pity them, and try to relieve their sorrows, and not increase
them. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, ma, and I do love Dinah, and I don't care if she isn't white, like
you."

"Neither does God, our heavenly Father, care, Henry, about the color of
the skin. The Bible says, 'God is no respecter of persons; but in every
nation, he that feareth him and worketh righteousness, is accepted with
him.' God looks at the soul more than at the body. Nothing colors THE
SOUL but sin. That stains and blackens it all over, and only the blood
of Jesus Christ can wash it pure and white again. But every soul that
has been washed and