d not succeed. They could talk with the children, and
even pass to them some coffee and some refreshments, and encourage them
to keep up. But, alas, the flames drew nearer and nearer to this prison.
Superhuman were the efforts made to rescue the children; the men bravely
fought back the flames; but the fire gained fresh strength and returned
to claim its victims. Then piercing shrieks arose when the spectators
saw that the efforts of the firemen were hopeless. The children saw
their fate. They then knelt down and commenced to sing the little hymn
we have all been taught in our Sunday-school days, Oh! how sweet--: "Let
others seek a home below which flames devour and waves overflow." The
flames had now reached them; the stifling smoke began to pour into their
little room, and they began to sink, one by one, upon the floor. A few
moments more and the fire circled around them and their souls were taken
into the bosom of Christ. Yes, let others seek a home below if they
will, but seek ye the Kingdom of God with all your hearts.

PARENTAL.

A Father's Love Trampled Under Foot.

I once heard of a father who had a prodigal boy, and the boy had sent
his mother down to the grave with a broken heart, and one evening the
boy started out as usual to spend the night in drinking and gambling,
and his old father, as he was leaving, said: "My son, I want to ask a
favor of you to-night. You have not spent an evening with me since your
mother died. Now won't you gratify your old father by staying at home
with him?" "No," said the young man, "it is lonely here, and there is
nothing to interest me, and I am going out." And the old man prayed and
wept, and at last said: "My boy, you are just killing me as you have
killed your mother. These hairs are growing white, and you are sending
me, too, to the grave." Still the boy would not stay, and the old man
said: "If you are determined to go to ruin, you must go over this old
body to-night. I can not resist you. You are stronger than I, but if you
go out you must go over this body." And he laid himself down before the
door, and that son walked over the form of his father, trampled the love
of his father under foot, and went out.

"That is the Price of My Soul"

I heard a story of a young lady who was deeply concerned about her soul.
Her father and mother, however, were worldly people. They thought
lightly of her serious wishes; they did not sympathize with her state of
mind. They ma