ther was a clergyman.
One after another of his dear ones were taken from him. A precious
babe of seventeen months, a sweet prattler of three years, and another
of five, were called to leave this world and grow up with the angels
in heaven. Then this child of eleven must go too--the fourth out of
that family circle within one short month! She had been a follower of
the Saviour for three years, and had thought much of the condition of
the heathen, who have no knowledge of the way of salvation through
Christ. She hoped, if she lived, to become a missionary herself, and
teach them about the true God and his son Jesus Christ.

She was ill nearly three weeks, but she was not unhappy. She did not
fear to die. The Saviour, whom she loved, was near her, to walk with
her through the valley of the shadow of death, and his rod and
staff--they comforted her. She knew that her beloved parents would
soon join her in the heavenly world, when they all together should
enjoy the immediate presence of their Lord. She looked forward
cheerfully and joyfully, to the glorious immortality upon which she
was so soon to enter. When dying, she exclaimed, "It is all dark here,
but I shall soon be where it is light. I shall be with my heavenly
Father, and the blessed Saviour, and all the good people."

One of this child's last requests was, that her dollar--the only money
she possessed--should be sent to a missionary society to buy
Testaments for heathen children.

These children's offerings, small though they are, are yet precious
gifts cast into the treasury of our Lord. Their influence will never
cease. Many souls may be converted through the truth these "two mites"
may be the means of teaching.

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"BLESS GOD FOR THIS DOLL."

When Mary Wilson was about five years old, her aunt Ann came from a
distant place to make her mother a visit. She was fond of children,
and often talked and played with her little niece, and assisted her in
making dresses for her doll. This gratified Mary, and made her love
her more and more, as we always love those who are kind to us.

Mary's doll was not pretty, but she liked it very much, and took good
care of it. She always undressed it at night, before she went to bed,
and put on a nice white night-gown her mother had made for it; and in
the morning she would dress it again for the day. She named it Louisa,
but her younger brother always called it Quesa, and, after a time, all
the family s