TH E

LIFE OF MOSES.

‘tm RIGHTLY the rays of the
taxefe morning sun fell on the great
river Nile, bathing in light the green
rushes that shaded its brinks, and shin-
ing softly on the face of an infant,
who was sleeping in a cradle of bul-
rushes, at the water's edge.

Now, hear why that little child was
left in that water all alone, instead of
being trusted to its mother’s care, as
most babes are.

No doubt you have read in the Bible,
that Joseph and his brethren settled
in Egypt, and that the number of