quarrel with her little brothers and sisters, nay, I am afraid would sometimes beat them, if they did not let her have all her own way. When her mother asked her to do any thing, she would let her speak three or four times before she tried to move; and would sometimes look sullen, and say, "can't Jane do it? or can't Tommy do it?" and often, when her mother's back was turned, she would trifle over her work, and do it ill; nay, if any of her friends tempted her to do so, she would even run out to play, and not do it at all. And whenever she tried to do her best, I fear it was mostly either because she expected to be praised for being a good girl, or because her mother promised to give her something when she had done. Then on Sunday, if Mary's best frock was not washed, or her shoes wanted mending, or she thought her bonnet tob shabby, it was always excuse enough to keep her from church; just as if the commandment had said, "Remember to keep holy the sabbath day-if you think your clothes good enough."

There were many other things I noticed in Mary, which were contrary to the spirit of Christ; but it gives me no pleasure to speak of the faults of little girls; and I dare say it is no pleasure to my young readers to read about them;

so if they please we will just step over to Fanny Brown's, and see what a dif ferent effect religion produced upon her conduct.

"See, see, grandmother! look Charley!(said Fanny, uncovering the Bible, which she had folded in her pinafore,) I have had this nice, new Bible given me at school to-day, for a prize. Oh how thankful I ought to be!" deed, my dear child, you ought, (replied her grandmother;) your kind teachers could not have given you a greater trea

suré.

"Not more than others you deserve,
"Yet God has given you more!

"In

Oh may it be the blessed means of making you both wiser and better." hope it will, (said Fanny,) and look,

grandmother, I begged the clergyman. to write Charles's name in it as well as mine; so it belongs to us both. And we will learn our daily texts out of it toge ther, Charley; and we will remember the texts every Sunday, both morning and afternoon, and then we can find them, you know, when we come home from church. And I will read a chapter for you whenever you like; and we will pray God to teach us to understand what we read. And then, grandmother, if I take pains, perhaps you will sometimes let me read the chapter before prayers, when your eyes are weak." "Oh! (exclaimed Fanny and Charles, clapping their hands with joy,) what happy children we are, to have a Bible of our own! And then, grandmother, if you will give us leave, when we dont want it ourselves, we will lend it to Sarah Mason, because you know she has not one of her own."

Certainly you may, (replied old Martha,) in as much as kindness shewn unto one of the least of Christ's disciples, is shewn unto him. So now, my dear children, go in and eat your suppers; after which Fanny shall read the 25th chap. of St. Matthew; and then we will kneel down, and thank God for the great blessing he has bestowed upon us this day."

Now dearly as Fanny loved her Bible, she never neglected her work to read in it. You may even do a right thing at a wrong time. St. Paul says, "Let every thing be done decently and in order" and by diligence, and a regular method over her work, Fanny found time to read a little every day without confusion, or leaving any thing undone.

Young as the children were, their grandmother already made them useful by teaching them to wind pins for the weavers, and they had earned as much as bought Fanny a frock, and Charles a pair of shoes; but about that time little Charles's health, which had never been very strong, began to fail. He did not complain, but his appetite failed; and as he sat at the wheel, his head sunk upon his breast, and he would sometimes have fallen from his seat, but for Fanny's ever ready help. She denied herself, to procure nice things for him, which she thought he could eat; walked out with him a little way in the warm sunshine, and rose two hours earlier in the morning, to do his work for him. His grandmother sent for the doctor, who kindly visited him, and gave him physic; but all would not do. It was God's will soon to take little Charles to his heavenly kingdom, to dwell among the lambs of the Saviour's fold. He loved to have Fanny near him; she soothed him so

gently, waited on him so patiently, and talked to him so sweetly about his dear Saviour. When in pain, Fanny prayed for him; and comforted him

by speaking about heaven, where, "my dearest Charles, (she would say,) you will sin no more, neither suffer any more; but where every tear shall be wiped from every eye.' And, indeed, the little sufferer was an early proof of the power of religion to soothe the bed of sickness and to deprive death of its sting.

It was on a fine summer's evening, when Fanny raised him up in bed, and he leaned his head upon her bosom. The setting sun shone through the casement, and shed its mild, parting ray upon his sweet, pale face. He looked up at Fanny, and said with a sweet smile; "I have