She replied, 'No, not by my prayers, but through Jesus Christ.' Youthful reader, are you as anxious as was Mary to get to heaven ? Are you praying that you may be one of the happy children around God's throne? Jesus invites you, Those that seek me early shall find me.' Pray God to make you fit for heaven, through Jesus, whose blood cleanseth from all sin. Then, when you die, Our Saviour and Friend, Who for sinners did die, His angel will send

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To take you on high.

His praises to tell

Who for sins did atone, With childred to dwell

Around the Lord's throne.

I long to see my heavenly Father's face I shall soon be parted from you, dear brothers and sisters, for how long I cannot tell.' And at this they were all melted into tears. Do not weep for me,' Jane said, 'Oh do not weep for me! I am so happy. Jesus is precious to me: I love him so much: I quite long to see his face without a glass between. Do not weep for me-oh do as teacher often told me, weep on account of your sins. Dear mother, and father, and brothers, and sisters, will you meet me in heaven?' and she died. And they were all melted to tears. Ah! Jane was a lovely child, and well might they weep at her death. But she is so happy, that they cannot wish her back. I hope they will meet her in heaven. Dear reader! are you melted to tears on account of sin? Oh your sins against God are so wicked and many. They cannot be felt too much of a burden:

one of them called out, Julia, where are you going? It is very wrong to think of taking pleasure on God's holy day.' Julia replied, 'Dear grandmother, we do nothing that is wrong; for we go into the quiet woods to read the Bible, to sing, and to pray, Mary prays, and Jane prays, and then I pray.' 'What do you pray for?' asked her grandmother. 'That God would bless us, and our schoolmates, and give us new hearts.' Young friends! do you

ever retire to read, to sing, and to pray thus? If not, begin the practice; for such worship God is pleased with.

How truly pleasant 'tis to see
Little children thus agree,
Uniting on God's holy day,
To read the Bible, sing, and pray.

THEY WERE ALL MELTED INTO TEARS.-Jane L. was dying, and her parents, brothers, and sisters were called round the bed. Jane said. 'I am going home to Jesus:

Be anxious to meet in heaven every Sabbath scholar and little child of whom you have read who has died happily in Jesus, like

Jane L.

STORY FOR LITTLE GIRLS.

A FABLE.

IT happened once, that all the animals, beasts, birds, fishes, and insects, assembled to hear a sermon from one of their number; I have not been informed who was the orator. The subject of the discourse, was the duty of living to do good: and the audience seemed much delighted with the number and variety of the motives presented. As they went to their respective homes, after the performance, thus they moralized to themselves.

Said the ant, 'This sermon is a very good one for some folks, but it has no sort of application to me. What can such a poor, little, crawling thing as I, do for the good of the universe? Besides, I have so large a family of my own to provide for, that it requires all my time and attention. If I had wings, like a butterfly, I would not live so useless a life as he does.'

Said the butterfly, 'I am really ashamed of the ant, who has such stores laid up, that she does no more good with them. I am sure if I were half as rich, I would supply all the poor of the neighbourhood. But when I can hardly get enough for myself, how can I help others?'

The little fish complained that he had neither time, nor talents, nor opportunity of doing good; he was so insignificant that he had no influence; and, moreover, he had to get food for himself, and take care that he was not made food for others. If he were only as large and strong as the whale, he might be useful.

The sheep declared that as he had no horns to defend himself, it was absurd to think of his doing anything for others; he hoped his neighbour, the goat, would apply the sermon to himself.

Thus each excused himself; and, on the whole, the sole result of

the discourse so much applauded, was to convince each, that himself was most unfortunate, and his neighbour without excuse.

MORAL. People who do not do their duty in the situation in which they are, would not be likely to do so in another.

WHAT I LIVE FOR.

I HAVE little hands and feet,
I can run about and play;
I have teeth with which to eat;
I have eyes to see the way.
God, my Maker in the sky,
Gave these blessings; I should try
All his mercies to improve,
And his holy name to love.

'Tis not just to eat and sleep,
He is pleased my life to keep;
I'm not made for idle play,
Like a butterfly all day:
Shameful would it be to grow
Like a dunce, and nothing know;
I must learn to read, and look
Often in God's holy book.

Busy I must be, and do
What is right aud useful too;
What my parents, fond and kind,
Bid me, I will gladly mind:
How I love to hear them say,
'You're a darling child to-day!"
They are happy, I can tell,
If I am behaving well;
They are grieved, and I am sad
When I have been acting bad.

O! that never once again
I might cause them grief or pain;
Never wrong should I have done,
If my naughty heart were gone;
But to God I still will pray-
Please to take that heart away!
He from sin can make me free,
For the Saviour died for me.
O! how happy life to spend
With the Saviour for my friend.

THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 'MID all the various walks of life,

No joy is found so sweet, As when away from scenes of strife, In Sunday school we meet.

There truth divine our hearts expand,
Our bosoms feel delight,

O what a cheerful happy land!
O what a lovely sight!

We here peruse the sacred page,
And oft with wonder pause,
And then with earnestness engage,
To learn Jehovah's laws.

And when we chant the song of praise, All think and feel the same,

As we our infant voices raise,

And bless the Saviour's name.

SUNDAY ANECDOTES.

ROMANS vi. 16.- Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness."

November 7.-Some years ago, as the late Rev. Dr. Pringle, of Perth, was taking a walk, two young beaux coming briskly up to him, and making their bow politely, asked him if he could tell them the colour of the devil's

wig? The worthy clergyman, surveying them attentively a few seconds, made the following reply: — Truly here is a most surprising

case! Two men have served a

master all the days of their life,

and don't know the colour of his wig!'

Dear Lord, I yield myself to thee, And would henceforth thy servant be; And when my service here shall end. Let me to brighter worlds ascend.

PROV. xi. 3.- The perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them.'

November 14.-One of the worst men that ever lived, said just before he died in prison, 'That he remembered very well that he hesitated and shuddered the first time he put out his hand to take a penknife, which did not belong to him, and yet, at last, he murdered an innocent man, that he might rob him of his money.' Sad state of poor distempered man, How desperate his case; No remedy can he obtain,

But that of sovereign grace.

PSALM xlix. 17.-For when he dieth, he shall carry nothing away; his glory shall not descend after him.'

November 21.-Saladin, the Saracen conqueror, just before he uttered his last sigh, called the herald who had carried his banners before him in all his battles, commanded him to fasten to the top of a lance the shroud in which a dying prince was soon to be buried. 'Go,' said he, carry this lance, unfurl this banner, and while you lift up this stand

THE INVITATION. THE invitation! Oh! how free:

Let little children come to me.

To Thee, O Lord, we fain would go,
Thy blessing now on us bestow.
Brought in our infancy, we came
To take on us thy holy name;
Brought to thy house, we now appear,
To pray, to praise, thy word to hear.
Grant us thy Spirit, Lord, that we,
Now for ourselves may come to Thee;
Not brought by other's love alone,
But making the blest deed our own.
Fill every heart with love to Thee,
May all our Lord's disciples be,
Obey his laws and do his will,
And follow Christ through good or ill.
Now let us, as we hope to raise
In heaven our anthems to thy praise,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
With saints, and with the heavenly host,

Homerton.

JAMES EDMESTON.

Printed and published by JOSEPH GILLETT, of No. 3, Clarence Street, Chorlton-uponMedlock, in the parish of Manchester, at the Office of GILLETT and MOORE, No. 2, Brown Street, Manchester, in the County of Lancaster.-NOVEMBER 1st, 1847.

EGYPTIAN COFFEE HOUSES. THE religion of Mohammed, so prevalent in Egypt, is of a gloomy character. Hence its disciples have been driven to simple and even childish amusements. The coffee houses and baths are the chief places of public amusement. Dancing girls and jugglers itinerate about the streets, and frequently visit these houses. In Cairo alone above a thousand coffee shops were lately open. Thither people go toward evening. There they smoke pipes, drink coffee, and listen to the strains of hired musicians, or the romances of story tellers. It is remarkable, that even in the days of their worst adolatry, the Egyptians seem to have had no theatres. No traces of theatrical buildings have been discovered. But they have had in

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their stead male and female musicians, jugglers, serpent charmers, and magicians whose enchantments are to us very inexplicable. Many of these matters are pursued at the coffee houses depicted in our engraving.

The games principally played are of a kind that suit the sedentary habits of Orientals. Athletic exercises are seldom engaged in by the peasantry; and gambling being solemnly forbidden by Mahomet is rarely practised. The name by which female singers are designated, signifies a learned woman, and many of them are persons of great accomplishment. They are often engaged for private entertainments, and are rewarded by large sums collected from the master of the house and his guests.