they eat and drink, and all the clothes they wear when they command them, it is only because little children are not wise enough to direct themselves, and if they correct them, it is only to shame them for being bad, and to teach them by their loving correction, to go and sin no more.

And should not children love such dear parents as these, who are in the very place of God for their good? O how can they grieve them, and make their very hearts to bleed by their stubborn tempers and rebellious behaviour!

Dear little Moses, who was cast out upon the waters, and just ready to die, by the cruelty of hard-hearted Pharaoh, was no doubt, while a child as obedient as a lamb; and when he became a man, the Bible tells us, he was the meekest man in all the earth; and as our God and Saviour Jesus Christ says, “Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth," so the Lord made him as a King in Israel, and he did inherit the earth, and now he inherits heaven for evermore. And if you are as

humble, and as loving, and as meek as Moses was, you shall at last be taken to heaven where Moses is. Jesus Christ, our Saviour, was meek and lowly too, and was subject unto his parents; and now says to you and me, "Come unto me, for I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls."

And now children, again, remember that all God's creatures, even among the brutes, love the hand that feeds them; does not your very dog love you when you give him something to eat? If you do not therefore love your dear parents that give you food and all things, you you feed. playful colt,

are worse than the very dog that My horse that I bred from a

that carries me hundreds of miles, to tell the love of Jesus Christ to poor sinners, loves me because I now and then give him an apple, a handful of corn, or a loving pat: he does just as I bid him, comes when I call him, fondles me in the stable, and plays with me in the field. I scarcely ever beat him, because he so seldom deserves it; and if he thinks he has lone wrong, he immediately submits; and

though this horse has seven times the strength of myself, yet he never hurts me and will you, dear children, grieve your parents and be worse than a horse, that is nothing better than a brute!

And as children love stories I will tell you another. Walking through my field on a winter's morning, I met with a lamb, as I thought dead, but taking it up I found it just alive; the cruel mother had almost starved it to death. I put it into my bosom, and brought it to my house, there I rubbed its starved limbs, warmed it by the fire side, and fed it with warm milk from the cow. Soon the lamb revived; first it feared me, but after

wards it thoroughly loved me. As I mostly fed it with my own hand, so it followed me wherever I went, bleating after me whenever it saw me, and was always happy when it could frisk around me, but never so pleased as when I would carry it in my arms.

But you, dear children, have had more love from your parents and friends than ever my lamb received from me; what ungrateful