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SISSY AND GOD.

"ARE you not afraid, Sissy, to go to bed in the dark?" one of the children asked little Emma Gray.

"I no 'fraid," answered the little child, shaking her head, "I no 'fraid. God takes care of Sissy, and he's bigger than dark: in dark night papa sleep, mamma sleep, all sleep: God take care of Sissy all night; he never sleep."

"But God has so many people to take care of, maybe he will forget Sissy."

The child shook her head, "God made Sissy-God never forget Sissy; Sissy forget God, but God not forget Sissy."

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"Will Sissy forget God?" Sissy sometimes not think of God; then she think, then she look up in the sky and try to see God."

"And does Sissy see God?" "See God?" she asked, "See God? God here," she said, putting her little hand to her heart; "God in the sky, and God here: Sissy loves God, and Sissy don't want to be naughty"

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THE SHEEP-DOG'S LOST LAMB,

WHEN God had finished the world and all that he had made, "behold, it was very good." When we take a magnifying glass, and look at a little flower, how beautiful! or at the smallest creatures that have life, how wonderful! how wisely fitted for the purpose for which they were intended!

But still more wonderful are the minds, the instincts which God has given to many of his creatures. We get so accustomed to these that we do not think of them. Among the lower animals, man has few better friends than the dog, and among dogs, none is wiser than the collie, or sheep dog, so well known in the mountains of Scotland. The following interesting story appeared a few days ago in the Banff Journal newspaper:

"Mr. Horn, farmer, Bodylair, parish of Glass, about ten days ago, had a boy attending, along with his dog, a flock of sheep upon the hill pasture of the farm. About mid-day, while the boy was counting the sheep, he noticed that one of the lambs was amissing. After a fruitless search during the afternoon by the boy, along with several of Mr. Horn's family, the lamb could not be found. They gave up the search as hopeless, as they imagined that a fox or some ravenous animal had carried it off.

"Next day, while the boy was loitering a considerable distance behind the flock, his dog came up to him, springing upon him, howling, and barking, and fawning, running backwards for a short distance towards the flock, then returning to the boy again, repeating his former gambols. The boy looked upon the dog with surprise at his unusual conduct, and at last became suspicious that be was mad, and ordered him to be gone.

"The dog with some reluctance left the boy, bending his course homewards to the farm. He came up to one of Mr. Horn's servant lads, who was in the act of tethering his horses in the field. The dog immediately com

menced with the lad as he did with the shepherd boy, fawning, barking, and using every means to induce the lad to follow him. The lad, not comprehending the dog's wild-like freaks, ordered the dog to desist; but collie

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was not thus longer to be put aside. Taking hold of the lad's clothes in his mouth, he led him onward for a distance of about a quarter of a mile. Bounding to a covered drain that runs below a road, the dog stopped and immediately commenced scraping and digging with his feet upon the top of the drain. The lad, upon looking into the end of the sewer, observed the missing lamb in the centre of the drain, closely jammed between two stones, where it had fixed itself the day before, in its endeavours to pass through the opening.

"The lad had to return to the farm for assistance and implements to remove the covers from the drain before the lamb could be got out; but the faithful dog re mained firm, like a true veteran, to his charge of watchfulness, until the party returned and relieved him from his anxious cares.

A SWEET SURPRISE.

ONE evening, at Cardiff, when I was on my way home, I was overtaken by a lady who was one of my personal acquaintances; she had two children with her, one a boy about twelve years of age, the other a little girl much younger. She told me that on leaving home to attend the meeting, she was powerfully impressed with the necessity of doing what she could for the salvation of her children, and accordingly resolved to take them to chapel with her. As they went, they met a party of God's people singing through the streets on their way to the meeting. On joining them, she became separated from her little boy, and when she arrived at the chapel many thoughts occupied her mind as to where he could beperhaps in the fields at play, perhaps amongst other boys in the street. As she was thus meditating, a little boy rose from his seat and stood up, crying, "Lord, save me; Jesus, save me," and on looking round she found it was her own child.

The mother seemed quite overcome as she related this circumstance. Her boy had been the burden of her cry before the Lord for a long time, and he who is not slack concerning his promise, has now given her the desire of her heart. The little boy now declares that he will not rest until his father is converted. May God bless him in his resolution.-The Revival.

A TERRIBLE MASTER.

A VERY sad thing happened the other day. A little girl got angry with her boot-strings. When she went to put on her boot, she found a hard knot, which she jerked and pulled until it became a great deal harder. "No matter," said her mother, "put on your shoes. "I hate my shoes," she answered angrily; "I shall wear my boots;" and away she tugged at the knot. As knots never yield to violent treatment, the child made no progress. She then caught the scissors, cut the string, and cut a great gash in the boot too. "Oh, my child, you did not do that on purpose, did you?" said her mother. "I did, I did it on purpose; the hateful old boot!" she cried.

Breakfast was ready, and her mother, well knowing that was not the moment to correct her, left Bessie alone. Bessie did not appear at breakfast. After breakfast came morning worship. "Where is Bessie?" asked uncle Charles. Uncle Charles, learning what the difficulty was, went to bring Bessie; for he hoped by this time the little girl had come to herself. She received him with a sullen scowl. And what do you think she said? "Get out, get out!" Uncle Charles was so surprised. Was this his pretty little Bessie? It was--and it wasn't. Oh, if she had only yielded.

He left her, for the family were waiting, and they knelt around the family altar without her. Bessie edged out to the back door. Her brother James came along. 'Oh, Bessie," he cried, "how can you behave so? You worry mother almost to death, and are enough to disgrace us all."

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Bessie's eyes flashed. Quick as lightning, she gave him one push, and down he fell a flight of steps. "Oh!" he screamed. What confusion and distress followed!

The bad temper of a child hardly ever did a worse morning's work than that. Yet it is just what bad temper leads to. It makes a child undutiful to the best of parents, unkind to its brothers and sisters, selfish, cruel, and destructive. If you do not master it, it will surely master you; and Bad Temper is a terrible master.Child's Paper.

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