and in tones made tremulous by eagerness, the child inquired:

"Did he die for me, mamma ?"

"Yes, my child, for you--for all.”

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May I love him always, mamma, and dearly too?" "Yes, my darling, it was to win your love that he left his bright and beautiful home."

"And will he love me, mamma ?-I know he will. He died for me. When may I see him in his other home?" "When your spirit leaves the world, my darling."

"Spirit?" murmured the child.

Yes, your spirit, that part of you which thinks, and knows. If you love him here, you will go to live with him in heaven."

"And I may love him here? How glad you have made me, dear mamma."

And the mother bowed her head, and prayed silently and earnestly, that her babe might love the Saviour.

Reaper.

TRY AGAIN.

"I HAVE tried to overcome my hasty temper,” said a little boy, "but I cannot. Something is continually occurring to vex me, and before I think the angry word will come. I am quite discouraged, and know it is of no use to try again."

"I have tried to govern my thoughtless tongue," said a little girl, "but I cannot. I do not wish to speak evil of any one, and have many times determined I would not do So. Yet I cannot keep such resolutions, and it is useless for me to try again."

Such expressions often fall from the lips of the young, as an excuse for the omission of duty or the commission of error. If a passionate temper be a tenant of the youthful heart, and a friendly voice utters a caution against the dangerous inmate, words like the preceding are the response to the admonition. Indeed, whatever may be the prevailing fault, the same plea is made for its indulgence.

Yet think a moment, youthful reader, and ponder on a lesson drawn from an order of beings who do not possess the same capacities as yourself. In the bright summer, have you never watched the tiny ants constructing their precarious habitations? Perhaps you have marked their unceasing toil while they added grain after grain to the structure. And when at length it was completed, and the passer-by with careless foot destroyed it, the tireless labourers recommenced their task. Did you ever think, when you looked at these persevering ants, that you could learn a lesson from them? Try again, though you have struggled once to overcome your hasty passion without success, try again and again, ever looking up to your Father in Heaven for assistance in your endeavours.

When the leaves are unfolding, and bright blossoms opening to the sunlight, have you ever watched the birds preparing their summer home? They bear straw after straw to the chosen spot, and fashion their nests with skill which their Maker alone has imparted to them. Nor do they relax their labours until the finishing touch is put upon their frail habitation. Even then, if an unthinking hand bears it from its leafy bower, they begin to construct another home. They again spread their wings in search of twigs and blades of grass, and soon another abode evinces the result of their continued toil.

May not you who say you cannot govern your tongue, gather instruction from the birds? They do not construct their nests by one effort, but by continued and persevering exertions. And when in one brief moment their labour is! all destroyed, they try again. So can you, dear reader, in your endeavours to overcome your besetting sin, whatever it may be. Though your first attempt may not have been successful, and the careless word comes unbidden to ¦ your lips, or the angry thought to your heart-try again. Not in a moment can you overcome your faults, but by long and unremitting exertions. Like the ant, like the bird, though your first effort has not succeeded, try again, try again. Well-Spring.

I'LL FOLLOW THEE.

FAIN would I ever keep in view
The path Thou bidd'st me to pursue,
O help me, all my journey through,
Jesus, to follow Thee.

The sick, the poor, shall be my care,
Like Thee, their burdens will I bear,
In all their weight of sorrow share,
And thus "I'll follow Thee."

Like Thee, the hungry will I feed,
And as Thou giv'st, supply their need;
The blind, with ready hand will lead ;
Jesus, "I'll follow Thee."

Though earth and hell their strength combine
To make the path of sorrow mine,
Because that path, my Lord, was thine;
Cheerful," I'll follow Thee."

Like thee, "Thy will be done!" I'll cry,
Then, ministering angels from the sky,
Shall swiftly to my succour fly,

Whilst thus" I'll follow Thee."

And when the closing scene draws nigh,
When death bedims my languid eye;
Because thou, Lord, didst also die,
Gladly "I'll follow Thee."

Down to the grave with Thee I'll go,
Thine arm hath laid the monster low;
Since Thou hast vanquished every foe,
Fearless," I'll follow Thee."

THE GREAT MODEL GLOBE.

LONDON is now, more than ever before, the great centre of attraction, in consequence of the Great Exhibition in the Palace of Glass, an engraving of which we a short time since presented to our readers. Multitudes from all parts of this country and foreign lands, have flocked, and many more are intending, to visit the Great Exhibition of the World's Industry.

When the plan of the Great Exhibition was announced, Mr. James Wyld-the celebrated globe and map manufacturer, in London, who holds the honorary appointment of Geographer to the Queen and Prince Albert-proposed to contribute to the Exhibition a model of the earth much larger than had ever before been made. It was however found that the space and other conveniences which would be required to accomplish his purpose could not be obtained in the Palace of Glass. He therefore resolved to obtain a site on which to erect a building to contain his wonderful model.

A most suitable plot of ground, at great cost, was obtained in Leicester-square, and a handsome building has been erected, sufficiently large to contain the globe, which