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glorious work. And now, O Holy Spirit, fill me with the fear of God ; that I may know and feel that he is with me, and his eye upon me, wherever I go; and though my parents may not be with me, yet one more to be feared, even God, is looking upon me.

O God! thou hast the power of death, and the power to cast me into hell, into the place which burns for ever with fire and brimstone. O save me, save me from hell' save me, save me from eternal death! Fill my heart with holy fear, that I may have thee, my God, always in my thoughts.

Oh, Thou that art all fair, in whom is no spot or stain of sin! Thou, O bleeding Lamb, offer up unto God the prayer of a sinful child; and obtain for me, in thy holy name, and for thy dear sake, that fear of God which is the beginning of wisdom.

And now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all glory, and honour, and power now and for ever. Amen.

“ Our Father," &c.

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Almighty God, thy piercing eye

Strikes through the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie

All open to thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,

Nor wicked word we say,
But in the dreadful book is writ,

Against the judgment day.
And must the crimes that I have dono

Bo read and published there :
Be all exposed before the sun,

While men and angels hear?
Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lio;

Upward I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,

And blot them from thy book.
Remember all the dying pains

That my Redeemer felt;
And let his blood wash out my staina,

And answer for my guilt.
O may I now for ever fear

T" indulge a sinful thought !
Since the great God can see and hoar,

And write down overy thought!



AFTER Emily's fever was gone, she got rapidly better every day. Her kind mamma never lest her, but sat by her bed and talked to her, and provided every thing for her which was likely to do her good.

Oh, mamma!” said Emily one day, “ how good you are to me! and how good God has been to me! I wish I could live without making God angry any more ; but I know that my wicked heart will not let me. I am so happy, now that I feel that God has forgiven me for my wickedness! Pray, mamma, read the Bible often to me, because it is God's word, and I find in it what I must do to please God."

“Ah! my dear,” said Mrs. Fairchild,“ may God preserve in your heart this love of the Bible.”

" When I have done any thing to make you angry; mamma, and you have forgiven me, and I have kissed you, I always feel so happy! and then I am so much afraid of making you angry again-so very much afraid !” said Emily. " And this is now what I feel towards God. I made God very angry when I stole those damascenes, and thought he did not sce nie: but I now feel that he has forgiven me, and that he loves me again; and I lovo him very much indeed, and wish that I could always serve him and live with him."

“He has forgiven you, my dear child, I have no doubt,” said Mrs. Fairchild," and filled your heart with love to himself: but I wish to know if you thoroughly understand wherefore God has sorgiven you. Did he forgive you because you were sorry for your sins ?'

“No, mamma," said Emily, “ my being sorry was no goodness of mine : I should never have been sorry, if God had not broken my proud heart and made me sorry."

“ For whose sake, then, my dear, has God forgiven you ?" asked Mrs. Fairchild.

" I know, mamma," answered Emily ; " for the sake of his dear Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, who had no fault in him. He never did any thing wrong, and ho died for me; he bore my punishment. I understand

this now, though I did not understand it before; and I love him very much."

Mrs. Fairchild. Then, my dear child, you can understand the meaning of those pretty verses : “ Thou art fairer than the children of inen"-"He is altogether


" Yes,” said Emily ; “the Lord Jesus Christ is altogether lovely : there is no fault in him, no black spot upon his heart. You do not know, mamma, how much I love him, and how very much asraid I am of making hini angry again; I am even more afraid of making him angry, than I am or making you and papa angry; and I am so pleased when I feel that he loves me."

Mrs. Fairchild. My dear Emily, God has in his mercy brought you into a very holy and happy state of mind. Our Saviour says, that we must become like little children, humble, and loving God as children do their fathers and mothers, before we can enter the king. dom of God: “ Vcrily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein." Luke xviii. 17. May God preserve you in this happy frame!

When Emily was well enough, Mr. Fairchild bor. rowed Farmer Jones's covered cart for two days; and he set out, with Mrs. Fairchild and Envily, to fetch Henry and Lucy from Mrs. Goodriche's. It was a lovely morning, at the finest season of the year: the little birds were singing in the hedges, and the grass and leaves of the trees shone with the dew. When John drove the cart out of the garden gate, and down the lane, “Oh," said Emily, “how sweet the honeysuckles and the wild roses smell in the hedges! There, mamma, are some young lambs playing in the fields by their mothers: and there is one quite white, not a spot about it! It turns its pretty face towards us! How mild and gentle it looks !"

“ Who is that,” said Mr. Fairchild, “who is compared in the Bible to a lamb without blemish and without spot?"

" Ah, papa! one would think that you had heard what mamma and I were talking of the other day," said Emily. “Our Lord Jesus Christ is the lamb without spot, who was slain for the sins of the world."

Mr. Fairchild smiled, and patted Enily on the shoul. ders; after which he took out a little Bible which he had in his pocket, and read these verses :-"The

next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and suitha, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin or the world!” Jolin i. 39.—The place of the Scripture which he read was this: "He was led as a sheep to the slaughter; and like a lamb dumb before the shearer, so opened he not his mouth.” Acts viii. 32.-“ Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation, received by tradition from your fathers; but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot; who verily was foreordained before the foundation of the world, but was manifest in theso last times for you.” i Peter i. 18-20.

While Mr. Fairchild was reading these verses, the cart had come by the side of a wood, which was exceed. ingly shady and beautiful. Many tufts of primroses, violets, and wood-anemones, grew on the banks by the way-side ; and as the wind blew gently over ihese flowers, it brought a most delightful smell. “What sound is that which I hear among the trees ?” said Emily: “it is very sweet and soft."

“That is the cooing of wood-pigeons, or doves," said Mr. Fairchild: “and look, Emily, there they are! they are sitting upon the branch of a tree; there are two of them."

“Oh! I see them,” said Emily: "O how soft and pretty they look! But, now the noise of the cart has frighiened them; they have flown away."

“The Holy Spirit," said Mr. Fairchild, “ appeared at our Saviour's baptism in the shape of a dove; to signify, that those to whom the Holy Spirit comes are made in holy and harmless, and innocent as doves. The Holy Spirit finds us hard and cruel, and fierce as bears and lions; but it makes us gentle and lovely as doves. Christ says to the soul which is converted, Behold, thou art fair, my love: behold, thou art fair; thou hast dove's eyes.'" Cant. i. 15.

By this time the cart had passed through the wood, and they were come in sight of Mrs. Goodriche's white house, standing in a little garden under a hill. This was the house (as I before'said) where Mre. Howard lived, as much as fifty years ago.

“Oh! mamma, mamma!” said Emily, “ there is Mrs. Goodriche's houso! and I shall see my dear Lucy and Henry in a very little time."

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Just as Emily spoke, they saw Lucy and Henry step out of the house-door, and come running towards the cart. It would have pleased you to the heart had you seen how rejoiced these dear children were to meet each other. Mr. Fairchild listed Henry and Lucy into the cart; and they cried for joy when they put their arms round their dear Emily's neck.

“Oh, Emily, Emily !" said Henry, "if you had died, I never would have played again."

“God be praised,” said Mr. Fairchild; “our deai Emily has been spared us.”

When the cart came up to Mrs. Goodriche's garden. gate, the good old lady came to receive Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, and to kiss Emily; and Sukey peeped out of the kitchen window, not less pleased than her mistress to see Emily in good health.

While Sukey was getting the dinner, Emily and her brother and sister went to play in the garden. Henry showed Emily some rabbits which Mrs. Goodriche had, and some young ducks, which had been hatched a few days before, with many other pretty things. When dinner was ready, Mrs. Fairchild called the children in; and they all sat down, full of joy, to eat a roast fow] and some boiled bacon, with a nice cold currant and raspberry pie. When Mr. Fairchild was saying grace, he said, “Indeed, indeed, I must thank God with all my heart and soul for his goodness to us. What blessings have we about us even in this world !” “And what blessings we may enjoy in the world to come, through our dear Saviour!” added Mrs. Goodriche.

After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and Mrs. Goodriche, with the children, walked as far as the wood where Emily had seen the doves, to gather strawberries, which they mixed with some cream and sugar at night for their supper. Before bedtime, Mr. Fairchild prayed, and sang a hymn; the subject of his prayer was thanks. giving to God for all his goodness; and the hymn was in praise of the “ Lamb without blemish and without spot.” I shall copy both in this book for your use, alter ing only a few words.

A Prayer in Praise of God. O Almighty and glorious Father, who made me and all the world; and Thou, dear Redeemer, who died for me; and Thou, O Holy Spirit, who art always willing

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