THE YOUTH’S CABINET.

with a cheerful heart and a smiling face,
and away he went, flying through the
streets, and scattering the precious
pages as he went. More than once he
stopped at the doors of houses where
the families knew him, and he was urged
to walk in, and spend a little time with
the families. But he said, “ No, I must
hasten along, for I have all.these tracts
to distribute, and to get home in two
hours from the time I left.” Round
and round he went, and having dropped
the last tract in his bundle, he hastened
home, and met bis father’s smile and
kind embrace. This was the last Sab-
bath little Dicky ever spent out of doors.
Two or three days after that, he was
taken ill. He continued to get worse
and worse. His father and mother
watched over him, and prayed for him,
and did all they could for his recovery.
But the disease grew worse. They
found that he must die. His father
asked him if he was afraid to die. He
said, “No.” He then went on to say
that he had felt afraid to die; but that
he had been praying to his kind heaven-
ly Father to prepare him for death, and
now he felt ready to die. This made
his father and mother very happy.
Then little Dicky said, “1 have always
said the prayers which have been taught
me, and after I have repeated them, I
have always prayed secretly that the
good Lord would bless my father and
mother, and dear sisters, and little bro-
ther; and that he would protect us all
against robbers, and against fire and
death during the night. And now I am
going to heaven to live with Jesus !”
He then asked his parents to meet him
in heaven, and died in peace.—tichmond
Christian Advocate.

 

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«Do as you would be done by.”

« never will play with Charley

Mason again, mother. He’s a
naughty boy, and I don’t love
him.”

«What is the matter now, my son ?

I thought you and Charley were very
good friends.”

«Why, mother, he’s got my new In-
dia-rubber ball, which sister Anne gave
me, and he says: he will keep it all the
time. But I say he shan’t—shall he af

And saying this, little Georgy Ham-
mond burst into a sad fit of tears. His
mother spoke gently to him, and said,
“How came Charley to run away with
your ball ?”

«Why, mother, he wanted to play
with it, and so did I, I let him look at
it, and then took it again, because it was
my ball, you know ; and by and by,
when I was playing bounce, it rolled
away. I ran after it, and so did he;
and he got it before I could, and carried
it home.”

«“ Well, George, it was wrong for him
to carry it away in such a manner; but
let me ask you, my son, if Charley had
a nice ball, and you had none, don’t you
think you should like to have played
with it?”

“«O,-yes, indeed.”

«And do you think Charley would
have let you?”

«©, I guess he would, for he’s a real
nice boy, sometimes.”

«Well, Georgy, do you remember what
papa told Fanny yesterday —‘to do as
she would be done by 2?’ You would like
very much to play with Charley’s ball,
and yet were not willing to let him play
with yours. This was not right. You