A LOVE-TOKEN FOR CHILDREN.

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 bertom @bil tith orob.

 HAVE known few happier people than the
 SWidow Ellis and her son William-or Willie,
 as he was called in the neighbourhood. Do
 you imagine Widow Ellis was rich ? Do you
 think she lived in a big house, and that she
 had plenty of handsome furniture, and horses,
 and carriages, and a large garden, and plenty
of people to serve her, and rich relations, and troops of
friends? And do you think Willie-my bright, happy
little friend Willie-had quantities of clothes, new books
whenever he desired them, a printing-press, paint-box,
pencils, a magic-lantern, and all the toys, useful and use-
less, that are lavished by loving friends on rich boys?
Think you he had a pony to ride, a Newfoundland dog to
play with, and allowance-money in his purse to buy what
he liked ? No; none of these things made the happiness
of the Widow Ellis and her son Willie. On the contrary,
they were almost the poorest people-save those miser-
able beings, the town's poor-in our village.
 When Mrs. Ellis was first married, many years ago,
she left our village. She had six children. She lived in