had picked up. Promises were always sacred with her.

Precious lamb, how little did I think, when we were going to B

-n, that she would never travel on a railway again, except in her coffin! No, she was not there!! As she travelled to London, she was learning Hymns, and as her little body was conveyed to its last restingplace, in the quiet churchyard, by the side of her little sister, her happy spirit was singing its praises to Him, who had loved her, and given himself for her.

How can I tell of Amy's happiness, during her visit to B-n? All were so kind to her, her joyous little heart was full of delight. And, as her dear Aunt says, "She was like a little sunbeam, brightening every one she came near." Skipping on the slopes, with some little friends, and spending an afternoon with a nice little girl of her own age, were

among her pleasures; but I believe her greatest happiness consisted, in hearing Pilgrim's Progress read to her. She thought it so beautiful, and asked me one day if I did not think it was the next best book to the Bible, "because it talks about the way to heaven, Mamma.” And the avidity with which she listened to it, day after day, was remarkable. She entered into the spirit of it, I am sure, more than many older persons. She literally never wearied of it, and was most anxious that others should like it too, and often asked me whether I thought this or that person had read it, and was sure they must like it. When she was going to write to her cousin, she made the same remark to me, "I wonder whether she has read Pilgrim's Progress." I said, "You can ask her, dear, and advise her to read it, if you like." "Oh Mamma! I could'nt advise her, not I advise. I can ask her whether she has

read it; you could advise her, Mamma." She feared at all times to take too much upon herself. Allegories are especially suited to a child's mind, there are few who do not like them; but Amy realized them more vividly perhaps, than many, and never forgot any she had once heard. She often talked to me of one of Monro's, "The Midnight Sea," where the little boy in the boat, did not quite like to part with all his shells to let the pilot in, and was so pleased when he threw out his last shell. "Agathos" was a great favourite with her; when she was a very little creature, she would call it her dear "Lion book."

Little Amy was always in the habit of remaining on her knees, for a short time, after saying her prayers. She once told her elder sister what she said then; she does not now remember the words; but it was a prayer for her dear Papa and Mamma. I one day talked to her se