which she refused to take. The watcher said, "I want to have you take
it; it will make you well." The sick child replied: "The medicine can't
cure me--the doctors can't cure me--only God can cure me; but Jesus, he
can make me well." On being told that it would please God, if she should
take the medicine, she immediately swallowed it. After this she lay for
some time apparently in thought; then addressing the watcher she said,
"Aunty B----, do you know which is the way to heaven?" Then answering
the question herself she said, "Because if you don't, you go and ask my
uncle H----, and he will tell you which is the way. He preaches in the
pulpit every Sabbath to the people to be good,--and that is the way to
go to heaven."

Were the dear child to come back now, she could hardly give a plainer or
more scriptural direction--for, "without holiness, no man shall see the
Lord."

Before Mary Jane had recovered from this sickness, a little brother was
added to the number; thus making a group of infants, the eldest of whom
could number but three years and one month.

As the little ones became capable of receiving impressions from
religious truth, Mary Jane, though apparently but an infant herself,
would watch over them with the most untiring vigilance. One thing she
was very scrupulous about; it was their evening prayer. If at any time
this had been omitted, she would appear to be evidently distressed. One
evening while her mother was engaged with company in the parlor, she
felt something gently pulling her gown. On looking behind her chair, she
found little Mary Jane, who had crept in unobserved, and was whispering
to her that the nurse had put her little brother and sister to bed
without having said their prayers.