But at last a trial came. She was called on to leave all she loved on
earth, and carry the Gospel to a far off benighted land.

She wept at parting with her parents, but even then she whispered in her
mother's ear thanks for the early lessons she had received, and added,
'But for these I might never have learned true self-denial, and might
have preferred my dear home to the service of my Master.'

Effie loved her home sincerely, but she loved her Saviour who gave it to
her better, and she will have her reward.

And now, my little readers, I have not told you this story simply to
amuse you, although I should like to see you interested in its perusal,
but I had a better object.

It is not enough that you should see your own faults, and try to mend
them yourself; neither is it enough that you should pray, 'lead us not
into temptation;' but you must '_watch and pray_' also, always
remembering that however pleasant and beautiful this world is, there is
a brighter and a better, where little children and old men may equally
sit down together in happiness, having one God and one Father.