which children gave him, and it is enough for the servant that he be as his master.

After they had sung one of their usual pieces of music, in excellent style, and with great spirit, I proceeded to address them. Never had a preacher a more attentive and interesting audience. They evidently comprehended what was said. There was an intelligence about some of the senior children, both boys and girls, that was gratifying and encouraging. I talked to them of their souls, and their Saviour, and left with them my old favorite sentence, repeated three times over, for them to commit to memory, and never forget, no not as long as they lived"If I do not love Jesus Christ I shall never be happy." "If I do not love Jesus Christ I shall never be happy." "If I do not love Jesus Christ I shall never be happy." Another piece was sung, the superintendent made some kind and encouraging remarks, and having sung again, I commended them to God in prayer. They were dismissed, no thrusting or crowding, but all in excellent order. I entered into conversation with the teachers, at the close, who related some most pleasing instances of decided piety and religious concern among the children-good produced among parents, &c.

I was delighted with this visit, and so I thought I would write an account of it. I am

sure it is a very imperfect sketch of what I saw and felt, for never do I recollect witnessing a more gratifying display of genuine christian benevolence. Let me just add, that after service in the morning at the place of worship I was serving, I walked past the parish church of that town, where a well-known and distinguished clergyman officiates. We looked in: the place was crowded. The vicar himself was preaching. Riches sat in splendid pews. Poverty stood in the aisles. All listened attentively: so did I, for he is a commanding preacher; and in the ten minutes I heard him, he said some strange things, and then concluded by telling his audience that he was about to give them Jesus Christ in the holy Eucharist! And then he and his curates (four or five of them) took their places with great formality in their stalls in the chancel; and beyond them, above the altar piece, were

"Painted windows richly dight,

Casting a dim religious light;"

below, was the sacramental table; on which were displayed in order, what looked like golden cups and plates. And then there were monuments and carved work, and many splendid ornaments, all giving to the place, which was a very large building, an imposing appearance.

And why have I mentioned this? Just that

I may ask the reader to which place-the splendid parish church or the humble school-roommust we have gone to have found the best exhibition of the religion of Jesus. You say the school-room. So do I. And He who when on earth loved to mix in such scenes, would have visited the one in preference to the other.

This school has been gathered within the last two years, and is situate in a place called Foy's Fold, which name, if reversed, would still be appropriate, for it is literally a FOLD OF JOY for the lambs of the blessed Redeemer.

JACK O' THE YARD.

A SAD STORY, BUT TRUE. JACK O' THE YARD (I knew him well!) was one of the "wickedest dogs" among a lot of urchins all wicked enough. Jack o' the Yard, one fine day, enticed a group of his fellows into the neighbourhood of an old barn, "out in the country," and said he would "show them a thing." I saw him climb up on the thatch of the old barn, and grope out a pretty good number of poor baby sparrows out of their warm nests, and from under their mothers' wings,-and what did he do with them? I saw them all laid together upon a great stone, and I saw Jack take up another great stone, and

whilst the mother birds were all screaming round, I saw-(oh it was a piteous sight!)—I saw the smash—the blood, and the mangled remains! I turned away, blushed that I was a boy, and wished almost, that rather than a boy, I had been one of those poor sparrows!

But now mark! "Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father." These were the days of war, horrid war, (never may such days be known again within the boundaries of " merry England!") Jack o' the Yard enlisted, and Jack was marched off with his regiment,

"Across the main, and into Spain,

To face the daring foe."

So, one fine day, (I dont say it was near a barn!) Jack stood with his comrades on the battlefield, and there came a cannon-ball, and Jack 'o the Yard was smashed all to pieces! just as he had smashed those poor baby birds near to the old barn. (Read Judges i. 4-7.)

If any of the boys or girls of "merry England," who shall read this story, can say that they have christian parents, a Sunday-school, a Bible, and a preached gospel, let them be very thankful, and make a good use of all; these are good things which this wretched Jack had not.

W-.

LANIBDA.