party were together, he reminded Mary of the story, that was to make him understand what she meant, by desiring he should rather feel more than he knew, than know much and feel little.

It is a true Scotch story, Willie, and I will try and give it you, as Mama told it to me. A woman in the highlands of Scotland was one day visited by her minister, who found her employed in washing wool. 'O, Sir,' she said in her broad Scotch accent, 'I've just been wearying to see ye; sic a grand discourse as ye gied us last Sabbath.' 'I'm glad ye liked it, good woman, what struck ye in it?' 'Deed, Sir, I canna say.' want the words, learned from it.'

'Oh! but I do not tell me only what ye

I dinna mind a

word, Sir.' 'Tell me the text then.' ''Deed, Sir, I've clean forgot that.' The minister looked very doubtingly. Why this is something extraordinary, that you should be so edified by a sermon of which you remember not a word.' The woman very significantly took some of the wool she was washing, and wringing the water from it, said, 'D'ye see this pickle woo'; there was water in it ance-there's nane noo; but the woo' is a' the whiter. I dinna ken a word o' the sermon noo, but my heart is a' the cleaner.' '

Willie was highly delighted with this story, and appeared quite to understand, what Mary designed to teach him from it. Indeed the whole of the morning's conversation, seemed to have fixed the mind and thoughts of

this dear little boy, and Mary's heart was made very glad, when some days afterwards he said, 'Mary, I should like to get a slide upon the pond, can I slide to the glory of God?'

'Yes, dearest Willie, you can. Who is it that gives you health, and the breath by which you live, from moment to moment?'

'God, Mary.'

'Can you repeat any word of God that tells you so ?'

'Yes, my verse that I learnt this morning, says, "God is not far from every one of us, for in Him we live, and move, and have our being."

Well, Willie, if you live and move in God, and assuredly you do, all your movements on the ice must be upheld by Him. His arm alone can keep

you from falling; now do not forget this. It is not because you forget it, that you are the less upheld by Him, for "He hath holden you up ever since you were born." But God can only be glorified in us, when we remember and acknowledge this, and are thankful to Him for His care and watchfulness over us. Lean, then, upon Him, Willie, depend entirely upon Him to keep you safe; thank Him in your heart every time you cross the pond without falling, and this will be to His glory.'

Willie gave one spring around Mary's neck, and the next moment was off upon the ice, and never had Mary felt more delighted in watching the movements, and entering into the joy of her dear Willie, as

she did that morning, beside the pond of ice.

The return home of all her cousins, and especially of her favorite Willie, left a blank in Mary's heart for a little while. I miss their noise, and the smacking of dear Willie's whip so much, mama,' she said, as they sat down together, over their evening occupation, which had been a good

deal interrupted of late.

'I see you do, dear child, and I cannot wonder at it, but have a care, Mary, these affections are wily things, and that warm heart of yours needs continual watching, lest it be found forgetful of Him, who is the abiding, ever-present portion of the soul.'

'I am sure you are right, Mama, my heart is my great snare, and I