he world delights to honour;
but among his pleasantest memories, I doubt not, is that of the barrel
of flour he bought for his beloved mother.

"Filial love will never go unrewarded."

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MARY'S STORY.

Mary and Eddie had retired to their little beds. Their mother had said
"good night," and had given them both a kiss. She was just leaving the
room, when Eddie said to his sister,

"Now you can tell me about Jesus."

This simple remark revealed to Mrs. Dudley the subject of their
conversation after she left them for the night. It gave her great
pleasure, for she desires nothing so much as that her children may
love the Saviour, and she knows the more they think about him, and the
more they learn of his life, the more they will find him worthy of
love. Mrs. Dudley offered up a silent prayer to her heavenly Father
that the Holy Spirit would teach them and guide them into all truth.

She did not remain with the children to hear them as they talked
together, but a few days afterwards she asked Eddie what Mary told him
about Jesus. He repeated the history of his birth, of the cruel
persecution of Herod, of his blameless life, and his death upon the
cross.

Eddie is too young to realize much about the great love of Christ,
and how much he has done for us that we may be happy, but he is not
too young to love him.

I hope he will never forget the sweet story Mary told him. Jesus loves
little children. He is their best friend, always ready to forgive them
when they are sorry for doing wrong, and to help them when they try to
do what is right.

Even now, as I am writing, I hear children singing

"There is a happy land
Far far away."

The sound grows fainter and fainter--eyelids are drooping--sleep is
near--the voices are hushed--the little ones are slumbering. May "holy
angels guard their bed."

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THE SUNNY FACE, AND THE SHADY FACE;
OR, JUNE AND NOVEMBER.

"How happy I am to-night! I love you so much I want to be with you all
the time," said Willie to his mother, as he followed her from the
dining-room to the nursery, one stormy evening.

What made Willie so happy? It was not because the day had been
pleasant, and he had been permitted to enjoy himself out of doors, for
a chilling snow had been falling, and Willie had been obliged to
remain in the house. It was not because he was well, for many hours of
the day he had been lying on the bed too ill to sit up