"There ye that love my Saviour sit,
There I would fain have place,
Among your thrones, or at your feet,
So I might see his face."

Is there any thing, dear children, that can penetrate the whole being
with such rapturous joy as the love of Christ? If you have never felt it,
learn to know him that you may experience those "infinite delights"
which he only can pour in upon the soul.

And now we must take leave of Tidy. She lives still, a hearty,
humble, trusting Christian. She has been led to her true rest in God,
and in him she is secure and happy; "sorrowful, yet always rejoicing;
having nothing, and yet possessing all things."

"I have every thing I want," she says, as she sits beside me, "for God
is my Father, and his children, you know, Missus, inherits the earth."

"How happens it, then, that you are so poor?" I ask.

"My Father gives me every thing he sees best for me," is her
beautiful reply. "It wouldn't be good for me to have a great many things.
When I need any thing, I ask him, and he always gives it to me.
I AM PERFECTLY SATISFIED."


Dear children, upon this little story-tree two golden apples
of instruction hang, which I want you to pluck and enjoy.
One is, that if God so loved a humble slave-child, and took