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will be a warning to you never to rebel against your father.”

“Oh! papa, papa!” said Henry, “ I have been very unhappy;" so Henry kissed his papa and mamma, and dear sisters, and they were all happy again.

And now Mrs. Fairchild turned to little Charles, and asked if he was well; and was very sorry when she found he was not so, and that he had come to his grandmother Bush's to be nursed. She would have had him go home to dinner with Henry, for Mrs. Fairchild would sooner have had little Charles for a companion for Henry than any other little boy in the village, knowing from Mr. Somers what an excellent child he was ; but Charles said that his grandmother's dinner was ready, and she would wait for him.

“Then come to-morrow, which is Sunday,” said Mrs. Fairchild, “and bring your grandmother with you, my dear boy."

Little Charles bowed and thanked Mrs. Fairchild; and as he turned to walk home to his grandmother's, Mrs. Fairchild looked after him, and said, “ Poor little boy! he looks very ill; and his coat and stockings are very threadbare. I will get a warm great-coat made for him, and we will knit him some woollen stockings immediately.

Henry spent the rest of the day joyfully with his papa, and mamma, and sisters; and when he went to his bed at night, he sung a hymn, and prayed. You will see by his hymn and prayer, that he had not forgotten his discourse with Charles Trueman.

A Prayer that God would remove his Anger. O Lord God Almighty, I have sinned, and am very wicked! Oh, who can tell the evil of my heart! I am more to be blamed than other sinners, because I once knew what it was to be at peace with God. Oh, how happy was I when I felt that God loved me! but I have made my God very angry by my sinful behaviour: I have grieved Him who bled for me upon the cross; I have driven the Holy Spirit from my heart; and now I am very unhappy ! o blessed Redeemer, plead for me before the Father's throne. I am all sinful, but Thou who diedst for me, art fair: plead, therefore, thy blood shed for me, and entreat thy holy father to forgive me. And, 0, Holy Spirit, return to my evil heart: Oh, return! return! and cleanse my heart, and rule and guide me; so that I may be able to behave well to my dear parents and teachers, and to be modest and humble and obedient; for of myself, O Lord God, I can do no one good thing.

Now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the
Holy Ghost, be all glory and honour, for ever and ever.
“Our Father,” &c.

My Saviour! let me hear thy voice

But gently whisper peace,
And all my warmest powers shall join

To celebrate thy grace.
Dispel my fears, call me thy child,

And speak my sins forgiven;
The accents mild shall charm mine ear,

Sweet as the harps of heaven.
Then, wheresoe'er thy hand shall lead,

The darkest path I'll tread;
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,

And mingle with the dead.
When dreadful guilt is done away,

No other fears we know.;
That hand which scatters pardon down,
Will all things else bestow.


Mrs. FAIRCHILD had invited little Charles and his grandmother, Mary Bush, to dine with her the next day, which was Sunday ; but the next day it rained so hard that Mrs. Bush could not come out: and it continued to bé very rainy all the week, so that Henry could not see Charles Trueman till the Sunday afterward, when he and his grandmother came in just before dinner. In the mean time, Mrs. Fairchild had prepared a warm greatcoat, of coarse but soft gray cloth, for little Charles, and two pairs of woollen stockings; and Mrs. Barker, who had seen Mrs. Fairchild and Lucy knitting the stockings, had added to the present a pair of comfortable thick shoes. All these things were ready when Mrs. Bush and Charles came into Mrs. Fairchild's

kitchen, just as Betty and John were dishing the dinner to take into the parlour.

As soon as Mrs. Fairchild and the children and Mrs. Barker (for Mrs. Barker was at Mrs. Fairchild's that day) heard that Mary Bush was come, they came into the kitchen to welcome her, and to inquire into Charles's health, and to give him the present they had got ready for him. When Charles received his coat and shoes and stockings, he first thanked God, and then his friends, and then, looking at his grandmother, he said, “I shall be warm now, grandmother.” “God is good, my child !" said Mary Bush: “I have always found him so. These were the very things my little lad wanted. Kind ladies” (she added, looking at Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs. Barker), “I and his father had begun to put a little money together to buy these things for him ; but the goodness of God, through your means, has provided us with them already, making out St. Peter's words; * Cast all your care upon him, for he careth for you.'" 1 Pet. v. 7.

After dinner, as there was no evening service in the church, Mr. Fairchild read the Evening Service, in his kitchen, to all the family. After which, Mrs. Barker and Mrs. Fairchild sat talking awhile to Mary Bush, and Henry took Charles up into his little room to talk with him.

Charles,” said Henry, "since I met you that day in the coppice, I have thought a great deal about you. I am sorry you are so ill, and I don't like to think of your dying. I hope you won't die.”

"Master Henry,” answered Charles, “ to be sure God only knows what is to be; but I certainly think that I am not long for this world. Since I saw you, I have at times become very full of pain just about my heart; and the pain is sometimes so bad that I cannot help crying out; and my grandmother told my father that she thought I never should get quit of that pain till death."

“Is the pain very bad ?” said Henry.

“Oh, very bad, Master Henry! very bad indeed ! it pulls me, as it were, quite double,” said Charles. “God give me grace to bear it with patience, and to cry,

Thy will be done,' till the happy time comes, when, through my blessed Saviour's death, I hope to be set free from all pain."

“ Then you really wish to die ?" said Henry. “ Yes, Master Henry, I do," answered Charles ; "and for this reason, because I know myself to be a grievous sinner, and one that cannot live a day without doing that which is evil: therefore why should I grieve because God is pleased to take me so soon from this state of sin and sorrow ?"

“But still,” said Henry, “it is sad to feel so much pain as you say you do."

“Pain is hard to bear, Master Henry, to be sure," answered Charles; “but then, my father tells me, that whatever is God's will it is our duty to bear; and more than that, He will help us to bear it: for he will not tempt us above what we are able to bear."

“I do not quite understand you,” said Henry.

“What I mean is this," answered Charles: “ God made you and me, and therefore he has a right to do what he will with us. If it is his will that I should die very soon, and you live a long time, we ought to be content with what he orders. Our business is to look which way God leads, and follow on as closely and quietly as we can, being sure that our light afflictions, which are but for a moment, will work for us an eternal and exceeding weight of glory.'” 2 Cor. iv. 17.

Charles,” said Henry, “I should like to see you very often; and, if my papa will give me leave, I will meet you in the coppice every day, after I have done my lesson. I like to hear you talk.”

" It is not much good that I can say, Master Henry," answered Charles; “ for I am a poor sinful child ; yet I shall be always happy to meet you in the coppice, for you have always been kind to me, and so have good madam and master.”

In the evening little Charles and his grandmother went home; and from that time Henry used to go every day, when he had learned his lessons, and the weather would allow him, to see little Charles. Sometimes, when it was not very cold, they met and walked in the coppice; but as the winter came on, and little Charles grew weaker, they oftener met and sat by Mrs. Bush's fire. As the time of Charles's death drew nearer, and the pains of his body became greater, his faith and trust in his Redeemer grew more lively ; his thoughts of himself, in like manner, became more lowly and hum. ble. One morning, not long before he died, Mrs. Bush was cutting some apples to make a pie; and one of the apples was quite rotten all through, although the outside was quite smooth and looked well. " That apple,” said Charles, speaking to Henry,“ is like my heart by nature -all bad to the very core not one bit of good in it; and yet I remember the time when I thought myself a good boy."

“Why, even now," said Henry, “I don't like to be thought a sinner, although I know that I am one; but you are not ashamed to be thought a sinner, Charles : you do not seem to wish to hide your faults from anybody.”

«Why, Master Henry,” answered Charles, “it is no time for me to be playing the hypocrite when I am going to die. I feel that I have not many days to live : this world is departing fast from me, and the next coming nearer my view: the grave is before me, and heaven and hell beyond, as it were but a step: and though I might deceive my father and niother and other people, and pretend to be better than I am, yet I cannot deceive God. No! I am a miserable sinner, Master Henry; one in whose heart sin has lived and ruled, abiding con. tinually, growing and flourishing, and that from the time of my birth till God humbled me and opposed it by his Holy Spirit.”

6 What do you mean by sin abiding and flourishing in your heart always ?” said Henry.

“Why, Master Henry," answered Charles, “I don't know how to make you understand what I mean; but I will try to explain myself. When I was a little child, the first thoughts I had about good and bad people were, that some men were good and would go to heaven, and that some were bad. I thought my father was good, and my mother, and my grandmother, and Mrs. Fair. child, and Mr. Somers, and Mrs. Barker, and such; and I thought that Farmer Freeman, and 'Squire Collins, and he that was hanged on the gibbet at Blackwood, and such folks, were bad men. As to myself, I thought that I was a very good little boy; and my brothers and sisters not quite so good to be sure—but I had no idea of their sinful natures, or of my own. As I grew older I became sensible that I had some faults: and then my father taught me about Adam eating the forbidden fruit, and I got some kind of notion that there was evil in my heart ; but I thought there was good in my heart too, as well as evil, and a great deal of good too: but since God has been pleased to touch my heart, particularly

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