It was pleasant to see the boy's simple delight at this thought, and to answer his eager questions about one thing and another. "How shall I do here? What shall I say then ? " There seemed no danger of half-heartedness or shame in him.

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Then the gentleman wrote, or rather printed, his name, at his particular request, werry large" in the Testament. Then he asked him

if he should speak to the Lord Jesus for him, and with him. They knelt down side by side, and he prayed in simple words for this little lamb of the good Shepherd, in his dark and difficult pilgrimage.

After a little more talk about his prospects, they parted with a mutual promise that if he needed help, he would go to the gentleman, and he should get it.

Dear children, shall a little ignorant, ragged, neglected boy like poor Jack, love the Saviour, and you still remain untouched by the remembrance of his love?

BIBLE EXERCISE.

THE initial letters of the following names form the name of something which Christ asked for, but which was refused.

I. The hiding place of two men.

II. An idol of Hamath.

III. The land in which one who fled from his brethren dwelt.

IV. The name given by a servant of God to a place,in which God miraculously provided for him. V. One that suffered death in another's stead.

W. J.

FANNY'S FOOLISH WISHES.

Twas on a fine morning not long after the visit to cousin Lucy, that Fanny stood at the bottom of their little garden, hanging a row of well-washed stockings

on the line. Her hands moved very slowly as if she did not much like the occupation; yet I

don't know that Fanny disliked it more than she disliked work of any kind; but the truth was, her thoughts were not about what she was doing, and she was so busy thinking, that she had quite forgotten her mother's injunction to "make haste." And what were Fanny's thoughts? Well, really they are not worth putting into print; but perhaps it will be useful for you to read a few of them; because then you can guard against having any of the same kind.

I wish I could have a new frock and bonnet for Sundays; mine are so very shabby. I want a shawl, or mantle, almost as bad, only I wouldn't mind that if my other things were pretty good. But that old alpaca ;-yes, it was old when I had it, for mother wore it one summer first ;-and that coarse straw bonnet trimmed with plain blue ribbon,-it really is enough to make any one discontented. I'm sure I'm quite ashamed to go to my class at the Sunday school, for some of the girls do look so smart. There's Adelaide Eldridge, she has such a beautiful merino trimmed with stamped velvet ; and Emily Mason says she has got a pretty green and brown striped frock sent her from her aunt in London, which is to be made by next Sunday; while I have to wear the same old things week after week, and don't know when I shall get anything fresh. Mother says it's as much as father can do to provide food and shoes for us all; and I dare say it is; but for all that, it is very hard to be so shabby. Oh dear, I wish we'd plenty of money! Why shouldn't we be as well off as Mrs. Andrews, or Mrs. Grey? If somebody would only die and leave us a fortune how delightful it would be! No more washing and

ironing then; no more scrubbing and sweeping, and cleaning! we'd have a house three times as big as this is; and I'd have such handsome dresses just like the Miss Penfolds wear. What beautiful silks they had on the other day, when they went past, and such pretty fancy bonnets. Just shouldn't I like to be able to buy such! And we'd keep a lot of servants; Susan, and Daisy, and I, wouldn't do a single thing except dress ourselves-no, not even that, for cousin Betsy says all grand folks keep a lady's maid-her mistress does-to brush their hair, and fasten their things, and wait upon them. And we must have a footman, and-"

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'Fanny, Fanny, do make haste and come in! I want you to mind the baby, while I make the pudding for dinner; for Susan is gone to the shop, and wont be back just yet. And there's some collars just sent in from Mrs. Thornton's to iron. How can you be such a time over those few things!

Not very pleasant words were these to one who was dreaming that she had nothing in the world to do! And now, instead of being attended to by a lady's maid, she must go in to nurse a baby! and instead of having a footman to answer every call, she would have to carry home the collars when they were ironed! What

a contrast between wishes and riches! Fanny's "castle in the air" had soon tumbled down, and there was nothing left but "a cottage on the ground"; a very unattractive-looking cottage indeed!

She went in-doors with a listless step, and a clouded brow, and took the baby from her mother's arms, thinking how tiresome it was

that there should be any babies to nurse, or at all events, that she should have to nurse one. Adelaide Eldridge had not got any little brothers and sisters-she was well off-and the Miss Penfolds-? Fanny was quite certain that they never nursed their baby.

When her mother had finished making the pudding, she went up stairs, leaving Fanny still in charge of her infant brother. The baby, finding, I suppose, that there was nobody inclined to amuse him and play with him, and not being in the mood just then for crying or fretting, settled himself very composedly on his sister's lap, and went fast asleep. And Fanny might as well have gone to sleep with him, as have employed herself in the way that she did for the next half-hour. How was that? Why, in rebuilding her hastily demolished castle; in again picturing to herself the delightful things which she could do and have, if they were rich instead of poor; if she were Miss Penfold, instead of Fanny Anderson, How much better it would have been for Fanny if she had employed her leisure moments in thinking over such texts as these, "Let your conversation be without covetousness, and be content with such things as ye have." Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He hath promised to them that love Him." "The foxes have holes, the birds of the air have nests, but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head." She would not then have felt so discontented, and so out of humour with herself and with everybody else, as she did.

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When Fanny's mother came rather suddenly