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Cartwright, and the other to Master Billy, saying, I give you these, my children, because you observed your good manners, not only to me, but to the poor old man who passed through the croft with his bundle of sticks; thus showing your fear of offending Him whose creature the

old man is. To


Master Bennet, and to you Miss Polly, I shall not give anything; because you showed, by your behaviour to the old man, that you had no fear of God, and that your good manners were all an outside garb, which you put on and off like your Sunday's clothes.' Then Mrs. Howard gave the rest of the toys among the lesser children, commending them for helping the old man to gather his sticks together; and thus she dismissed them to their own houses, all of them, except Master Jacky and Miss Polly, jumping and skipping for joy.

When Mrs. Goodriche had finished her story, Lucy said, " What a pretty story that is ! I think Master and Miss Cartwright deserved those pretty toys; they were nice children ; but I did not know that having rade manners is so very great a fault as Mrs. Howard seemed to think, or that it is a thing that makes God so angry.

“ If you will reflect a minute, my dear,” said Mrs. Goodriche, “you will find that rude manners must be one sign of the badness of the heart: a person who has always a lowly opinion of himself, and proper love for his neighbour, will never be guilty of rudeness : it is only when we think ourselves better than others, or of more consequence than they are, that we venture to be rude. I have heard you say how rude Miss Augusta Noble was, the last time you were at her house ; now, why was she rude, but because she thought herself better than her company? This is pride, and a great sin it is. A real and true Christian, one in whom the Spirit of God dwells, knows


himself to be a poor and miserable sinner, and does not despise any one.”

Mrs. Goodriche then gave Lucy a very pretty prayer, the subject of which was, to ask of God å humble spirit, which might lead us to honour all men above ourselves.

A Prayer for Christian Courtesy.

O Lord God Almighty! thou who sent thine only Son to take upon him the body of a man, and to live among the poorest and lowest among men, for my sake; hear the prayers of a child, in whom by nature there is no good. My friends often tell me, that it is my duty to be civil and good-mannered ; and I know, also, that thou hast commanded us to be courteous one towards another; and yet I am so conceited and full of myself, that I forget to practise good manners, and, instead of striving to oblige my companions and all such as come in my way, I think of nothing but pleasing and serving myself. O holy Father, I pray for thy Holy Spirit : for what can I do without help from on high? I cannot even behave myself with common propriety in company. O Holy Spirit, come into my heart, and guide me and rule me in all I do, and in all I say. I do not dare to ask this in my own name, for I ain altogether unworthy of the least favour; but I ask this in the name of him who died for me,—of that dear Saviour, who was so humble as to wash his disciples' feet, and who was so kind as to take little children in his arms, put his hands upon them, and bless them. In his dear name, therefore, I ask thee, O Holy Spirit, to be with me when next go into company,

and give me grace to behave myself there, and at all times, in a modest, decent, and courteous manner, such as becometh a child.

And now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all glory and honour for ever and ever. Amen.


Should bounteous nature kindly pour

Her richest gifts on me,
Still, O my God! I should be poor,

If void of love to thee.
Not shining wit, or manly sense,

Could make me truly good;
Nor zeal itself could recompense

The want of love to God.
Did I possess the gift of tongues,

And were denied thy grace,
My loudest words, my loftiest songs,

Would be but tinkling brass.
Though thou shouldst give me heavenly skill,

Each mystery to explain,
Had I no heart to do thy will,

My knowledge would be vain.
Had I so strong a faith, my God,

As mountains to remove,
No faith would do me real good

That did not work by love.
What, though to gratify nay pride,

And make my heaven secure,
All my possessions I divide

Among the hungry poor ;
What though my body I consign

To the devouring flame,
In hopes the glorious deed will shine

In rolls of endless fame :
These splendid acts of vanity,

Though all the world applaud,
If destitute of charity,

Can never please my God.
Oh! grant me then this one request,

And I'll be satisfied ;
That Love Divine may rule my breast,

And all my actions guide.





WHEN Mr. Fairchild came in from his walk, “Mrs. Goodriche,” said he,“ have you heard that old John Roberts the gardener died yesterday morning ?”

- Indeed !” said Mrs. Goodriche : “ I did not hear that his death had really taken place, though we have looked for it every day for this last month : he was quite worn out with old

age.” “ I have seen the old woman, Betty Roberts,” said Mr. Fairchild : “ she seems to be in a very happy state of mind, and says she trusts that her

poor man died in Christ. She would have me up stairs to see the corpse."

“If you please, Mrs. Goodriche,” said Mrs. Fair. child,

will walk over to the old gardener's house after dinner : I should like to see poor Mrs. Roberts before I


home.” “ With all my heart,” said Mrs. Goodriche. “ And may we go too ?” said Lucy, looking at her

“What does your papa say ?”' answered Mrs. Fairchild.

“ Have you any desire to see the corpse, my dears?” asked Mr. Fairchild : “you never saw a corpse, I think?

” “No, papa," answered Lucy : “but we have great curiosity to see one."

I tell you beforehand, my dear children, that death is

terrible. A

corpse is an awful sight.” “I know that, papa,” said Lucy; “but we should Mr. Fairchild. Well, my dears, you


go; and you shall, if you please, see the corpse.

You must see these things one time or other, and attend dying people : it is therefore better in early life to



like to go.'

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become acquainted with such things. And now," said he, “you, Lucy and Emily, come and take a turn with me on the grass walk before dinner, and we will have a little discourse on the subject of death."

So saying, Mr. Fairchild put on his hat, and taking Emily in one hand and Lucy in the other, they walked out together in the garden ; and thus they talked together :

Mr. Fairchild. “ Where is death first spoken of in the Bible ?"

Lucy. “I think, papa, it is in the second chapter of Genesis : 'And the Lord said to Adam, But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it; for in the day thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die.'

Mr. Fairchild. " True, my dear. You learn from this, that before Adam sinned he was not subject to death : therefore death is the punishment of sin.”

Emily. “Yes, papa; there is a verse about that : • Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned.'»

(Rom. v. 12.) Mr. Fairchild. “ As death is sent as a punishment for sin, my dear children, it cannot but be very terrible ; and indeed it is very terrible : nothing can be more horrible than what we see of it: but we are unacquainted with the most awful part of death, that is, the death of the soul, or eternal death."

Then Mr. Fairchild put several questions to the children ; and first he asked them, if they knew what the word death signified. Lucy answered, “When the soul goes out of the body, and leaves the body to corruption, that is death.”. -" That is what is called temporal death,” said Mr. Fairchild : “now tell me what eternal death is?”—“Oh,” said Emily, “eternal death is going to hell, and staying there for ever.

Mr. Fairchild. At the day of judgment, the bodies of the wicked will be raised from the dust, and

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