JANE’S ADVICE TO HARRY. 19

with the thoughtlessness of a boy—certainly not
intending to hurt her feelings. She dropped her
work, gazing at me with a tearful eye.

‘He fine little black boy, big as you when four
year old,’ she said, and stopped as if in thought,
and then added, ‘ Ah, Massa Harry, he no little boy
now though, him great big man like him fader, you
no know him, I no know him.’

‘ But what is his name, Mammy? That would
be of use,’ I said.

_ ¢Him called Cheebo,’ she answered, heaving a
deep sigh. ‘But Africa great big country—
_ tousands and tousands of people; you no find
Cheebo among dem; God only find him, His eye
everywhere. He hears Mammy’s prayers, dat
» great comfort.’

‘That it is, indeed,’ said Jane, fearing that my
_ careless remarks had needlessly grieved poor Mam-
my, by raising long dormant feelings in her heart.
‘And oh, my dear Harry, if you are brought into
danger, and inclined to despair—and I fear you
will have many dangers to go through—recollect
that those who love you at home are earnestly
praying for you; and at the same time never for-
get to pray for yourself, and to feel assured that