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I am so late," she said, as she hastily threw down her bonnet and shawl, and ran up stairs. Mrs. Danton smiled feebly as she entered, and said, “I am glad you are come, Marie, I want to talk to you now that Clara is down stairs; sit by my bed, love, that I may not have to speak loud. You know, Marie, as well as I, that I cannot last many days, perhaps not many hours even. When I am gone, you and Clara will be left alone in the world; tell me, my child, how you intend to maintain yourself?”

I hardly know, mother, I should like to know what you advise,” she spoke calmly, for she knew how fatal any agitation might prove to her mother, and she had long since learned to control her feelings.

I almost think, dear,” continued Mrs. Danton, that it would be best for you to go on washing muslin and lace. I trust, with that and the money Clara gets for her knitting, you will be able to maintain yourselves."

“I hope so, mother,” replied Marie, cheerfully. “Dear Clara,” she continued, “is very glad to be able to earn something by knitting, it is such an amusement to her.” “ Poor child,” said Mrs. Danton, mournfully.

Oh, Marie, it is hard, indeed, to have to leave you both so young, alone in a foreign land,” and yet, she went on="my God hath not forsaken me, why should I fear that He will forsake

my

children?" “He will not forsake them, mother,” said Marie firmly, “He will never desert those who put their trust in Him. I do not fear to be alone with Clara, for God will be always with us.”

(To be continued.)

Affliction, we know, is sometimes addressed with worldly consolations, and sin is often assailed with denunciation and alarm; yet for both alike and for all that makes up the mingled conflict of sorrow and hope, of life, it seems to me that a deep and affectionate trust in the love of God is the only powerful, sustaining and controlling principle.--DEWEY.

THE LATE MR. J. O. CURTIS.

ALL persons who know anything of the history of this Magazine, or of the Association by which it is published, will have heard with deep regret of the death of one who, from their commencement, took a deep interest and an active part, in both these undertakings. Mr. Curtis's name is very widely known as a successful dayschool teacher; and within a narrower circle of friends and fellow-workers, he was equally valued for his efforts in the cause of religious instruction. His character and work have been well pocztrayed in addresses, delivered on occasion of his death, by Revs. W. Gaskell and J. H. Hutton, which may be obtained from the printers of this magazine ; and those who had not the advantage of personal acquaintance with our departed friend, will learn from these addresses much that is interesting, and gives many a useful lesson.

But in this place, we desire to speak of Mr. Curtis as a Sunday School Teacher. Having had many opportunities of observation, the writer would record his deliberate conviction that Mr. Curtis was the best teacher of a class and superintendent of a school, he ever met with. He united, in a remarkable degree, a thorough acquaintance with the science and art of teaching, both in theory and in practice, an experienced use of all the most improved methods, a steady adherence to discipline, a gentle kindness that conciliated affection, and an abiding religious spirit and devotional feeling The Sunday-schools of our Association owe him a debt of gratitude; for his occasional visits to them were most useful in detecting weaknesses, suggesting improvements, stimulating to new exertion. And though he was a faithful visitor, never paid empty compliments, never concealed his sincere impressions as to the evils he observed, yet so evident was his desire to conciliate good feeling, and so judicious the remarks he made, that they rarely, if ever, gave offence to those who were animadverted on. The Lower Mosley-street Sunday-school, Manchester, has sustained a loss that must be for a time at least, irreparable, and the scholars and teachers, the old scholars, the parents, all

sympathise together in the feeling that they have indeed lost a friend.

But, if Mr. Curtis could speak to us from the peace and rest on which he has entered, he would certainly urge on us not to be content with merely lamenting his loss, and enumerating his excellent and useful qualities; he would tell us that we have the power of doing something to fill up the gap he has left, and that our affectionate esteem for him should be no barren or unfruitful feeling. Those who have hitherto laboured with him should be stimulated now to imitate his self-sacri. ficing abundance of labours and unwearied efforts; those who have been his pupils must try to manifest the good effects of the instructions they have received; the teachers who can no longer go to him for advice and aid, or solicit a visit from him to improve their schools, must learn to think, act, labour, plan and improve for themselves. We must all endeavour to gain more of the religion which was the root of our friend's excellences of character, earnestness of effort, and frequent success; and with this desire in our breasts, the remembrance of his purity of heart, singleness of purpose, and holiness of life, will help us to aspire to be, like him, one through Christ with God.

DEEDS, NOT WORDS.

By works was faith made perfect.—JAMES ii. 22.

IF daily acts of duty done,

Our faith and love declare,
Then will our bumble vows be heard,

By Him who heareth prayer.
The man who “bridles not his tongue,"

But gives his brother pain,
Of him the pious saint pronounced

“ That man's religion's vain !"
How can he ever honour God,

Whom he hath never seen,
If he, his brother loveth not,

With whom his life hath been?

Let faith be shewn in loving deeds,

On them no doubt can rest,
By deeds which give our neighbours joy,

We serve the Lord the best.
Those who assist the fatherless,

And widow in ber grief;
Those who attend the dying bed,

And give the poor relief, -
They, if unspotted by the world,

Shew faith unfeigned, and true;
They prove religion is not words,
Not what we say,—but do.

H, J. W.

OLD NURSE'S STORY.

(Continued from p. 17.) WHEN Twelfth-day came I went to Mrs. Nelson's, and there I found I had to put my best leg foremost indeed. Poor Miss Sophia was confined to her room by a bad sore throat, but the school children were coming just the same, she could not bear that they should be disappointed ; so she sent to beg that, after I had dressed up the Christmas tree, I would stay and entertain them. I had pretty hard work, I can assure you, in hanging toys and tying up flags among the branches of the tree, for tliere was no one to assist me in my employment, the servants being all very busy that day, as Mrs. Nelson was going to have a dinner party in the evening in honour of her widowed sister-in-law, who was staying in the house. Miss Celia and her brother looked in upon me now and then, and, when it pleased them, did a thing or two to help; but they were spoilt children, I am sorry to say, and full of whims and caprices, so they proved of but little real use. Miss Kate, I learnt, was out with her mama, and I saw nothing of her till she came in, between lights, to hang some needle books of her

own making on the tree. “ Mama showed me how to paint them,” she honestly said, when I called them pretty,' "and, and, "-she added, hesitating, "I havo been asking mama to set me some wristbands to stitch ; I used to hate stitching, but I don't mind it so much now; cousin Celia says, you say stitching makes your eyes ache, and I thought if I got on with my work, and we stayed here some time longer before we go into the country, I might do your next wristbands for you, to save your eyes, you know, but I haven't spoken to mama about it yet.” Dear child, it was such a pretty thought, that I hadn't the heart to say a word against her kind plan, though I knew, of course, it could not be carried out.

The day-light had faded, and I had just fastened up the last Union Jack, when Miss Sophia's scholars began to arrive. There were about half a dozen of them or rather more, and neat looking girls they were, with their dark frocks and smoothly brushed hair ; they seemed very orderly too, but then, to be sure, they were all on their company behaviour. Company behaviour ! you can't think, my dears, how I dislike those words, as if it signified more how we behaved in company, than how we behaved at home! yet people often seem to think it does. Many a time, in the course of my life, I have heard loud voices grow soft, and seen frowns change to smiles, because a visitor was coming into a room, and it wouldn't do to behave badly before a visitor. Ah, my dears, I could say many solemn things about there being not a moment when our very thoughts are not known; but I see you understand me, so I shall only just give you one little bit of advice :-you all wish to be thought well of, be kind and civil then to all ; but see first and foremost that your conduct is such that you may be thought well of and beloved by your own parents, brothers, and sisters, who know you best, and see you most frequently

But, to return to the girls. I remember the names of three of them very well, Esther, Jane, and Phæbe; Esther was bolder and taller, and as she declared, much eleverer than any of her companions; as for Jane and Phæbe, I won't describe them, you shall judge of them for yourselves. The tree was not to be exhibited until later in the evening, so we went first into a dark room to see a magic lanthorn, and here, I am sorry to say, all didn't go on smoothly for some time; Master Herbert laughed at his sister, because she was rather

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