"I ONLY CRIED WITH HER.”

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A POOR widow, the mother of two children, used to call on them at the close of each day for the report of the good they had done. One night the oldest hesitated in her reply to her mother's question, "What kindness have you shown ?" 'I don't know, mother." The mother, touched with the tone of her answer, resolved to unravel the mystery; and the little sensitive thing, when re-assured, went on to say:"Going to school this morning, I found little Annie G who had been absent some days, crying very hard. I asked her, mother, what made her cry so, which made her cry more, so that I could not help leaning my head on her neck and crying too. Then her sobs grew less and less, till she told me of her little babybrother, whom she nursed so long, and loved so much—how he had sickened, grown pale and thin, writhing with pain until he died, and then they put him from her for ever. Mother, she told me this; and then she hid her face in her book, and cried as if her heart would break. Mother, I could not help putting my face on the other page of the book, and crying too, as hard as she did. After we had cried together a long time, she hugged me and kissed me, telling me I had done her good. Mother, I don't know how I did her good, for I only cried with her. That is all I can tell, for I can't tell how I did her good."

Young reader, do you not see that if you cannot help the suffering, at least you can "cry with them "?

CONDON: J. HEATON AND SON, 21, WARWICK LANE, PATERNOSTER RO

WHAT can I give to Jesus

Who gave himself for me? How can I show my love to him Who died on Calvary?

I'll give my heart to Jesus

In childhood's tender spring : I know that he will not despise So mean an offering.

I'll give my soul to Jesus,

And calmly, gladly rest

Its youthful hopes and fond desires Upon his loving breast.

I'll give my mind to Jesus,

And seek, in thoughtful hours,
His Spirit's grace to consecrate
Its early opening powers.

I'll give my strength to Jesus,
Of foot, and head, and will;
Run where he sends, and ever strive
His pleasure to fulfil.

I'll give my time to Jesus:

Oh that each hour might be Filled up with holy work for him Who spent his life for me!

I' give my wealth to Jesus:
"Tis little I possess;

But all I am, and all I have,
Dear Lord, accept and bless.

And if, O dearest Jesus,

Long life to me is given, Thy missionary let me be,

To win some precious souls for thee, And with them, through eternity,

To praise thy love in heaven,