"He will, if you come to Jesus Christ for it. Christ was crucified, that all sinners who come to him might be saved. Read your Bible, come to church, and above all pray that God will give you a new heart." I turned down the chapter for her private reading, and promised to read to her from time to time.

This poor heathen, in a Christian land, became by degrees more anxious about her soul. She listened attentively to my instructions, which it pleased God to bless; and in a year's time, the alteration in her was generally noticed. Her cottage was cleaned and whitened; her garden neatly cultivated; her children tidily clothed, and sent to school; and she, of her own accord, brought back her aged mother to a comfortable room. She met me

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with a smile after this new arrangement. "Are you not much more happy now, Jane," said I. "O! yes, sir; the more I try to do my duty, the more comfort I find." Dear readers think of this; the more you try to do your duty, the more comfort you will find.

Jane has still a bad temper to correct, but she knows it, and she prays for meekness. Are you bad tempered? Then you cannot go to heaven; all is love and peace

there. But I do not say, you must first correct your bad temper. Jane did not, Jane could not do that. No; but I say to you first, you must be born of the Spirit, you must have a new heart, before you can go to heaven: and for that you must come to Jesus Christ, and pray with all your heart, "Give me thy Holy Spirit, O Lord; make me a clean heart, and renew a right spirit within me." May God hear your prayer, and grant it, for the sake of Jesus Christ.

VALUE OF RELIGION TO A SICK CHILD.

MISS an interesting and intelligent child, in the 12th year of her age, was taken suddenly and violently 'ill on the 2d of Nov. 1830. She was a pupil in the Sunday-school; and the lessons of practical piety which she there had learned, and the early instruction and example of her excellent mother, had deeply impressed on her mind the importance of personal religion. She was fond of religious reading, and took great interest in the exercises of the Sunday-school, and the stated offices of family devotion. On the evening of the Lord's day, the course of our reading was more extended, and when it led to the subject of man's redemption through the blood of Christ, she would speak of his condescension and love, in terms of the warmest gratitude and praise. She often brought to my mind that beautiful passage of the Psalm

ist: "Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise." Her devotional habits were so strongly formed, that while the fever was raging in her veins, in the evening of the first day of her illness, she would, had she not been prevented, have risen from her bed, to offer to God her accustomed prayers. She was, however, so far indulged, as to be allowed to rise and kneel in bed, and there to pray; and she came from this duty with evident satisfaction and comfort to her mind. She frequently called upon the name of Christ, and implored his grace; and often when we thought her inclined to doze, she would open her eyes, and exclaim with great earnestness, "O! my blessed Father, have mercy upon a poor sick child, for Jesus Christ's sake." "O! my Father, have mercy upon me a poor sinner." The frequent repetition of these, and similar ejaculations, discovered the religious engagement of her mind. She knew in whom she had believed, and she knew who can "save to the uttermost." When she was spoken to of the necessity of looking up to God, "who only can give us help in time of need;" and that neither the science nor the experience of her physician could be of any avail, without the divine

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blessing; she immediately expressed her entire reliance upon the mercy of God; at the same time, adding, that "she knew the doctor could do nothing for her, without the blessing of her heavenly Father." The scenes of the eternal world were incidently mentioned, to see the impression which they would make upon her mind, when she was ill. They excited no alarm. And why did they not? Because a sincere Christian is not afraid to die. His desire is to be with his Saviour, for in his presence there is fulness of joy for evermore. "God's will be done," she would say, "let him do with me what he thinks best; my Saviour redeemed me, and poor, sinful child that I am, my heavenly Father will not forsake me, for his sake."

She bore her illness without murmuring or impatience, and cheerfully submitted herself to the management of her physician and friends. As is natural to children of her age, she possessed great buoyancy of spirits, which, we may reasonably suppose, made her feel the pressure of her sickness the more; but religious confidence animated her hopes, and preserved the equanimity of her mind. She acknowledged that she was suffering under