not realize that we can only say, "Thanks be unto God, who giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."

No stone marks the spot where Pat's little body lies, but the Good Shepherd knows it, and He will watch over it until the resurrection morning, when the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised, and we shall ever be with the Lord.

When all the speeches had been made, the children of "The Birds' Nest" came up into the room and stood together in a group, and sang some of their nice hymns, and then he asked if any of the children present would like to take cards to collect. This question was very full of interest to us. I will tell you why. A few days before the meeting, we had held one of our little prayer-meetings, and we had asked for a special blessing on this children's meeting, and one little boy had prayed very earnestly that we might get fifty new collectors. You see. we were watching for an answer to this prayer.

The cards were given out in different parts of the room by a clergyman and the secretary. They each took the names of the new collec

tors, and when they were counted up, we were almost surprised, and very much delighted, to find there were exactly fifty new members for the Children's Association.

Little ones like me.

"Jesus, when he left the sky,
And for sinners came to die,
In his mercy passed not by
Little ones like me.

Mothers then, as mothers ought,
In the places where He taught,
Unto Him their children brought,
Little ones like me.

Did the Saviour say then, nay?
No! He kindly bid them stay,
Suffered none to turn away,
Little ones like me.

When into Jerusalem,

Meekly riding Jesus came,

Children hailed His blessed name,
Little ones like me.

In the glorious heaven above,
Through the gracious Saviour's love,
Children bliss and glory prove,
Little ones like me.

"Twas for them His life he gave,
To redeem them from the grave,
Jesus died from hell to save,
Little ones like me.

Children, then, should love Him now,

Strive His Holy will to do,

Pray to Him, and praise Him too,
Little ones like me."

CHAPTER IX.

"There are many little children now
In heaven, with harps of gold,
And harps on earth so beautiful,

You never can behold;

And these little children play their harps

So tenderly and sweet,

That the angels love to listen

As they bow at Jesus' feet."

WHILE all these things were going on, two dear children were absent, ill in the hospital. We take the poor children from their misery, and we try to shelter them from danger and harm, and bring them up for Jesus. And then, sometimes the Good Shepherd Himself comes and takes them in His own arms, and blesses them, and He makes them ready to go up higher.

"For the Father's fold, it is warm and bright,

O'er-flowing with love, and the door

Is open to all of the little ones,

For ever and evermore."

And then these happy ones,

"Scaping the storms of this weary life,
'Scaping the dust and the heat,

Fly up through the great golden archway to
God,

To nestle for aye at His feet."

One of these two was a dear girl named Hannah. She early learned to trust in Jesus; and before she went to the hospital felt and knew that her sins were forgiven. And through those four weary months, when she knew she was to die, her soul was kept resting in Jesus. She was often able to be up, and then she would sit beside the little beds in the children's ward, and teach the little ones texts of Scripture and sweet hymns. She was much beloved amongst them all. She did not die in the hospital, but just a week after she had left it. She was happy to the last; her faith endured to the end; and she left behind her a testimony to the faithfulness of Jesus.

The other was quite a little child, about ten years of age. About three years before, she had been brought to the Ragged School by a clergyman. He said she had no one to take care of

her; and as soon as there was room, she was admitted into "The Birds' Nest."

She was a quiet, serious child, naturally of an amiable disposition, and gave very little

trouble.

She studied the Bible earnestly, and so learned the true motive for obedience. We could not tell exactly when she became one of Christ's followers. It was like sunshine on a misty morning; the light dawns and spreads about, but you cannot tell exactly when the sun rises. But before noon the mist clears away, and then there can be no mistake about the sunshine. Thus it was with Janey. It was only morning time with her when she was laid upon a bed of sickness, but then there was no mistaking about the clear shining of the Sun of Righteousness. Many a long day she lay calmly and patiently on her little bed in the hospital.

One day when I went to see her, she repeated for me a little hymn :—

"Jesus, only He can give

Peace and comfort while we live ;

Jesus, only can supply

Boldness, if we're called to die."