Memorials, Kr. OUR sweet little Amy Louisa was born, December 12, 1846, at W. She was baptized by her dear grandpapa, January 17, 1847, her sponsors being her uncle and aunt B- and her aunt E. W. Amy was a pretty baby, and much admired, but her great beauty was in the sweetness of her disposition. God did indeed graciously hear many prayers for this darling child, and as she grew older, her gentleness was the more remarkable, B although she had occasional screaming fits when quite a baby. She was indeed a most winning little creature. I was blessed with the assistance and prayers of a good nurse, who endeavoured to train all our dear children in the right way; and who loved and cared for them all, as few nurses ever do. She tells me, that before Amy could speak plain, if she thought she had been naughty, she would put her dear little hands together, and say, "Look down on me now, God, I am dood now, I well re please please smile at me." member her constant desire, from her earliest days, that God should smile at her. This feeling came with her first idea of God. It was quite sufficient to tell her what would grieve God: and she always tried to avoid it. Nurse tells me, she used constantly to come and repeat much that I had said to her, and would add-" Is not Mamma good? I am sure she will go to heaven. Don't you love her, nurse? Dear child, she could never see a fault in those she loved. Amy would never play with a book in which there was the name of "God." This was noticeable, even before she knew all her letters. When she could only spell the One name, I have seen her look carefully through a book for that name, before she would play with it, and she never forgot in which book she had seen it. This great reverence for the name of God, and for all holy things, she never lost. As she grew older, it increased; she never in her play forgot it, and her nurse tells me, that she would often walk away if she saw her brothers or sisters playing at what was done at Church, or at anything sacred. She had great admiration too for the names of our Saviour. She would often ask me to repeat all Jesus Christ's names, and after each, would say with much |