What was the matter with Allie? He had lost his mother. His father died when he was four years old. Did he have no father, then?

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God

God his Father. says he is a Father to the

fatherless. I hope every little boy or girl whose father is dead, will remember this. God is their Father. He loves them, He provides for them, and He wants them to come and tell him all their little griefs.

When Allie was ten his mother died. That almost broke his heart. Poor Allie is now an orphan. A kind neighbour took the little boy home. One day they paid a visit to his mother's grave. Allie fell on his knees on the green grass, and folding his

hands, prayed," O Lord help me, I pray, never, never to forget my dear mother's instructions. Help me remember to be a good boy always, and love God and fear Him."

That was this little orphan's prayer.

A LITTLE boy, six years of age, walking out with his sister, one day saw a big boy on the opposite side of the road, holding a pretty little butterfly by its beautiful wings.

The boy had just caught the butterfly by throwing his cap at it, as it was merrily flying about. Poor little thing, it was now a prisoner in the hands of this cruel boy.

The little boy had been taught by his teacher, that it is wicked to be cruel to any of God's creatures.

He ran across the road, up to the naughty boy, and, in a very kind manner, said"Oh, do let it fly; do please let it fly, pretty little thing."

This request was made in such a very pleasing manner, that the boy at once let the pretty creature fly. "Thank you, thank you," said the little pleader, clapping his hands and looking quite happy, as the butterfly waved its delicate wings and flew off to the nearest flowergarden.

We trust that all our little readers will strive to prevent cruelty of every kind.

GOD HEARS.

"JESSIE," said a little boy to his sister, "don't talk naughty, for God hears."

Indeed, He does; but how many children feel this-how many grown up people ? The Bible says, "There is not a word in my tongue, but thou, O Lord, knowest it altogether."

Oh, how many complaining words, teasing words, cross words, hard words, thoughtless words, foul words, lying words, bitter words, God has to hear! Even if they are whispered, He hears; and He knows whose

mouth speaks them, whose feelings they express, all the harm they are meant to do, and all they really do to both speaker and hearer. In the hubbub of voices nobody's word is so drowned but God hears it and knows it. "Don't talk naughty, for God hears."

"WILL YOUR SAVIOUR HAVE ME ?"

THIS was the language of a dying Hindoo. He had come to England, and the "City Missionary to Foreigners was by his bedside. "I am in London," said the Hindoo. "I cannot be taken to the Ganges to die here, like my father did. Will your Saviour have me? Can I be happy in the way you say?" The Missionary talked to him of the Saviour's death, and encouraged him as a penitent sinner to trust in Him. The man asked the Missionary to pray for him, and teach him to pray. There was hope in the death of that poor Hindoo.