ords, his little hands clasped together, and followed
through the verse which thousands of little children in thousands of
Christian homes were saying at the very same hour.

There was a subdued expression on the child's face as he rose from his
knees; and when Mr. Hall lifted him from the floor to lay him in bed, he
drew his arms about his neck and hugged him tightly.

How beautiful the child looked as he lay with shut eyes, the long brown
lashes fringing his flushed cheeks, that seemed already to have gained
a healthy roundness! The soft breath came through his parted lips, about
which still lingered the smile of peace that rested there after his
first prayer was said; his little hands lay upon his breast.

As Mr. Hall sat gazing at this picture there came a rap on his door.
Then the missionary entered. Neither of the men spoke for some moments.
Mr. Paulding comprehended the scene, and felt its sweet and holy
influence.

"Blessed childhood!" he said, breaking the silence. "Innocent childhood!
The nearer we come to it, the nearer we get to heaven." Then, after a
pause, he added, "And heaven is our only hope, Mr. Hall."

"I have no hope but in God's strength," was answered, in a tone of
solemn earnestness.

"God is our refuge, our rock of defence, our hiding-place, our sure
protector. If we trust in him, we shall dwell in safety," said the
mission. "I am glad to hear you speak of hoping in God. He will give you
strength if you lean upon him, and there is not power enough in all hell
to drag you down if you put forth this God-given strength. But remember,
my friend, that you must use it as if it were your own. You must resist.
God's strength outside of our will and effort is of no use to any of us
in temptation. But looking to our Lord and Saviour in humble yet earnest
prayer for help in the hour of trial and need if we put forth our
strength in resistance of evil, small though it be, then into our weak
efforts will come an influx of divine power that shall surely give us
the victory. Have you a Bible?"

Mr. Hall shook his head.

"I have brought you one;" and the missionary drew a small Bible from his
pocket. "No man is safe without a Bible."

"Oh, I am glad! I was just wishing for a Bible," said Hall as he reached
out his hand to receive the precious book.

"If you read it every night and morning--if you treasure its holy
precepts in your memory, and call them up in times of trial, or when
evil enticements a