such pains to bring her to himself, it is our privilege to feel
the same sympathy and love for this poor despised race.
And this love will draw us two ways: first, towards God,
admiring and praising his infinite goodness and compassion;
and, secondly, towards these prostrate, down-trodden people,
to do all we can, in God's name, and for his dear sake, for their
elevation and instruction. Remember, "Whosoever shall give
to drink unto one of these little ones, a cup of cold water only,
in the name of a disciple,"--that is, through this feeling of love,
of Christian kindness, "he shall in no wise lose his reward."

The other,--if God so loved this humble slave-child, he has the same
love towards every one of you. Will you not yield yourselves
to his control, and let his various loving-kindnesses draw you
too to himself?



OLD DINAH JOHNSON.

ONE day little Henry Wallace came to his mother's side, as she was
sitting at her work, and, after standing thoughtfully a few moments,
he looked up in her face and said:

"Ma, how many heavens are there?"

"Only one, my child," replied his mother, looking up from her work
with surprise at such a question. "What made you ask me that?"

"Isn't there but one?" inquired Henry, with a little sort of trouble