ROMAN CHILDREN.

Days and weeks pass on with speed,
This New Year’s already flying,
Happy if you find indeed
Jesus for your friend undying.

Hark! He speaks in tender love,
“Let the children come to Me.
J will lead them safe above:
They my little lambs shall be.

“Twas for such my blood was shed,
Pure and happy I will make them,
And, when earthly days are fled,
I to endless joys will take them.”

ROMAN CHILDREN.

in Rome—that old and wonderful city—and put them in
a picture. And this is all we know of them. Beautiful
children like these may be seen, travellers tell us, every-
where in Italy, that sunny land so famous in song and story.
But children in our own dear land are far better off than
those in Italy. Lovely as Nature is there, the great mass of
the people are ignorant, and large numbers of their children
never go to school or learn to read. But it is pleasant to know

that a new order of things is coming about, and that schools for
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t WO beautiful children, are they not? An artist saw them