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HYMNS FOR A BOY SEVEN YEARS OLD.

1. Saturday Night.

God over all, for ever blest!
Grant me thy grace within;
That I may keep tomorrow's rest,
A rest indeed from sin.

A rest from all my usual play,
A holy rest in Thee;
Then will thy blessed Sabbath-day
Be a sweet rest to me.

Lord, sanctify my ev'ry thought!
In these my days of youth;
Make me remember what I'm taught,
Out of thy Word of Truth.

Oh, teach me how to pray aright,
And what to ask of Thee!
That when I'm kneeling in thy sight,
I may not thoughtless be.

But give me faith to look above
And see my Jesus there,
To feel a dying Saviour's love
In answer to my prayer.

Another week is past away,
Past never to return;
May I no longer careless stay,
But now this lesson learn-

That Life's short week will soon be fied,
Death's latest night will come;
The earth will be my resting bed,
My chamber be the tomb.

But if in Jesus Christ I trust,
And his commands obey;
I shall no longer sleep in dust
Than till the judgment day,

Then will my soul be drest anew,
In clothing ever bright;
An endless Sabbath to pursue
Of undisturb'd delight.

2. Birthday Hymn.

Almighty Father! God of Love!
My infant thoughts prepare,
And while my lips are taught to move,
Teach thou my heart in prayer.

I love thee, Lord; I think I do,
But want still more to love;
Do thou my sinful heart renew,
And wicked thoughts remove.

Spared by thy mercy now to see
Another year pass by,

I would return my thanks to thee
For ev'ry past supply.

And if, thro' grace, one more be giv'n,
May I look back and find,

My youthful heart more fix'd on heav'n,
And more to God inclin'd.

Lord! I am but a little child,
And often do what's wrong,
But thou canst hear my accents mild,
Pour'd from a praying tongue.

Lord! make me just what thou
would'st have

A little child to be;

That as I nearer reach the grave,
I may get nearer thee.

And then my dying day will be,
Whenever it shall come,
The Birthday of Eternity,
The entrance on my home.

A. Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale.

L. H.

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No. LXVIII. AUGUST, 1829. VOL. VI.

SOME ACCOUNT OF REBECCA C.

A little girl who was burned to death at
Southampton.

What happiness so complete and lasting as the happiness we derive from God He is the source of all our temporal, as well as spiritual mercies. His bounteous hand supplies our wants day by day.

How delightful to seek such a kind and gracious Father in our tender years, "to remember our Creator in the days of our youth." And we have every en couragement to do so. And although the Lord, in the dispensations of his providence, may think fit to exercise his young children with trials of no common

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kind, yet in those trials he will shew his favour and loving-kindness, so as to enable them to bear his chastenings without a murmur, and even to kiss the hand that smites them.

The following particulars concerning poor Rebecca C. will serve to prove what I have said. This dear girl was left alone one morning to prepare her parent's dinner; the younger children being at school. It appears that in attempting to take something down from the mantle shelf, her clothes came too close to the fire, which, in a moment, caught them and set them in a blaze. The poor girl tried to smother the fire by snatching the counterpane from off the bed, and wrapping it around her; but this failing, in her agony and fright she ran down stairs, shrieking with terror and pain, and rushed into the street. A clergyman, happening to pass at the time, tried to put out the flames with his hands; but not succeeding, two men who were near, quickly came up. of them immediately took off his jacket, and cast it around her, whilst the other placed her on the cold pavement, and thus put out the fire; but not before her clothes were nearly consumed, and herself dreadfully burnt.

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This sad accident took place at eleven o'clock, Tuesday morning, February 24, 1829. A kind-hearted young woman,

who lived near, hearing the cries of poor Rebecca, came out and assisted the clergyman in carrying her in, and conveying her to an upper room, which was over a stable, and the only place her parents had for themselves and family. As soon as they had brought her in, she offered up a prayer to God. She gently slipt from her kind supporters, to kneel before the throne of grace. In this posture, and whilst suffering the most intense pain, she supplicated a kind and gracious God for that support which she needed. Proper remedies were applied by the clergyman to her burns, and the best medical assistance was soon obtained for her. The remainder of that day, and the night she passed in great suffering. But pain of body did not make her unmindful of the best interests of her soul. The workings of God's holy Spirit were quickly seen in this poor girl, in the concern she felt as to her final acceptance with God. She asked the young woman present, if she thought she should go to heaven; and added she hoped God would forgive her. next morning she expressed an earnest desire that some one might come and pray by her. The writer of this account went to see her, and was truly gratified with his visit. She appeared perfectly composed, not a murmur escaped her lips. On a woman asking if I should

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