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 Table of Contents
 Busy Bee
 Sunday school bee hive
 Sunday school bee hive
 Sunday-school garden
 Sunday-school engine
 Sunday-school bell
 Miss R___'s Sunday school...
 Good Sunday-school scholar
 Sunday-school a mother to...
 Sunday-school missionaries
 The Lord's Prayer
 Child's prayer before going to...

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Table of Contents
    Title Page
        Title Page
        Unnumbered ( 3 )
        Dedication 1
    Table of Contents
        Table of Contents 7
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Busy Bee
        Page 15
    Sunday school bee hive
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    Sunday school bee hive
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    Sunday-school garden
        Page 44
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    Sunday-school engine
        Page 65
        Page 66
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    Sunday-school bell
        Plate 1
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    Miss R___'s Sunday school class
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
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    Good Sunday-school scholar
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
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    Sunday-school a mother to the motherless
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
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    Sunday-school missionaries
        Plate 2
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
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        Page 154
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    The Lord's Prayer
        Page 158
    Child's prayer before going to the Sunday-school
        Page 159
        Page 160
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No. 146 CamHwTnr SiMs.
S No. 147 Naaun SBbA....Boetox, No. 9 CbrnM
L LoVaVim, No. 108 Ibwrt &VrSt.

Entered according to sat of Congres, in the year 1851, by the
in the Clerk's Offce of the District Court of the Eastern District of

4P- No books are published by the AXUSaA SoNDAyTd ao.N0 UNIo
without the sanction of the Committee o Publition, consisting of
fourteen members, from thellowlng denominations of Christians, i.
Baptist, Methodist, Congregationalist, Episcopal, Presbyterian, and Be-
formed Dutch. Not more than three of the members can be of the
same denomination, and no book can be published to which any mem-
ber of the Committee shall objet.



Cjithrt of tjt Snuhaq-$rnnL nof a t0rica,




qis2 littffl alinm



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The Introduction..................................... 15

The Sunday-school Bee-Hive...................... 17

The Sunday-school Garden... ............. ... 45

The Sunday-school Engine........................ 65

The Sunday-school BelL....................... .. 81

Miss R-'s Sunday-school Class.. ................ 87

The Good Sunday-school Scholar. ............. 102

The Sunday-school a Mother to the Motherless.; 113

Sunday-school Missionaries./....................... 134

The Lord's Prayer, in verse.4...................... 158

A Child's Prayer before going to the Sunday-
school........................................ ... 159


CHILDREN! This little book is designed
to interest and instruct you. Some chil-
dren like a book only on account of the
pictures. Unless the book be full of pic-
tures, they care nothing about it. Others
like a book only when it is amusing,-
unless it is full of "funny stories," it is
not the book for them.
Now this book is not especialy designed
for either of these two classes of chil-
dren, and yet we hope it will be accept-
able to every one whom it reaches. It


has some pictures in it, which were ex-
pressly engraved for it, and at a con-
siderable expense; and it contains here
and there an anecdote and story. But
it aims at something more than merely
entertaining you. It is addressed to you
as Sunday-school scholars, and it would
seek to give you some little additional
interest, and perhaps instruction, in
things pertaining to the Sunday-school.
You are to examine a bee-hive, take a
walk in a garden, look at an engine with
its train of cars, listen to a bell, and
have your attention directed to several
other things, all of which have a Sun-
day-school character.
It is probable that you have seen the
Engine and the Bell before, as they ap


peared in the Youth's Penny Gazette"
some months ago. The other pieces have
just been written by the same hand.
And now all are sent forth together, in
one little volume, in the hope that they
may be acceptable and useful to you.
Be assured, children, that in propor-
tion as you estimate and rightly use the
privileges of the Sunday-school, so will
you be fitted to enjoy the higher privi-
leges of the church on earth, and at
last the still higher and infinitely more
glorious privileges of the church in



How doth the little busy bee
Improve each shining hour,
And gather honey all the day
From every opening flower!

How skilfully she builds her cell!
How neat she spreads the wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet food she makes.

In works of labour or of skill
I would be busy, too:
For Satan finds some mischief still
For idle hands to do!

In books, or work, or healthful play,
Let my first years be past;
That I may give, for every day,
Some good account at last.
2 16

I sa, ho;i':~t~

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Do not be afraid of getting stung, chil-
dren. Sunday-school bees do sometimes
sting, I know. But they ought not to
sting. They ought to be so busy making
honey, or so much engaged in their own
duties, as to have neither time nor dispo-
sition to sting any one.
May not the Sunday-school be justly
called a bee-hive ? See how the children
are passing in at the door there, just as
the church-bell is about to strike the last
stroke, or just at the appointed time for
the exercises of the school to commence!
They have books in their hands, and
these are the sweet flowers out otYwtchb


the good honey may be extracted. I
hope the children will be as busy as bees,
for then they will be able to lay up
much honey, which will serve them for
many days.
SA dear little creature is the honey-bee.
And a useful little creature it is also.
Did you ever watch one in the garden?
How he comes buzzing around you, but
without offering to hurt you! Now he
lights on a pretty flower-but there is
no nectar there, r sweetness; so he is
soon off, looking for another. There he
is, now, on a honeysuckle. He crawls
up on the outside of. the flower, climbs
over the rim of it, and there he goes
down in the flower-cup until he is almost,
if not quite, out of sight. He has found
some nectar there, so he stays until he
fills his little honey-bag with it. Then
he backs slowly out, flaps his little wings,


and off he goes in a straight line to the
You cannot stop him now. He will
not stop to play. He will not stop to
eat. He will not fp for any flower,
however beautiful sweet it ma4be.
He will not stop for any thing un .
he reaches his hive. Then he creeps
in at the little door, and then mounts
up to the cell which he wishes to fill,
and there he deposits what he has
brought with him, and then is soon off
on another trip.
How active he is! How industrious!
How faithful! I'wonder if we cannot
learn some lessons from him? Suppose
we try.
I have entitled this piece "The Sun-
day-school Bee-hive," and I am address-
i Sunday-school children. So let me
S here some of the points of resem-


balance are, and where are some of the
lessons which the bees of the hive are to
teach to the bees of the Sunday-school.

I. Then,
They differ in size, and they differ
somewhat in colour. But in tlir dispo-
sitions and operations they agree. They
live as one.
So ought the bees of the Sunday-echool to
live. They differ in size, and in appear-
ance, and, when at home, they differ in
privileges and advantages. But the bees
or children of the Sunday-school are to live
together, and work together in the school
as one family. Some of them may be bet-
ter dressed than others. Some of them
may have brighter minds than others.
Some of them may have more penz


bring to school than others can have.
But what of this? What if they do difer
in many things? Are they not all one ?
Do they not all come for the same
purpose ? "To learn of Jesus, and do
His will?" Do they not all have the
same word of God? Do they not all join
in singing the same hymns? Do they not
all worship the same Saviour? Should
they not all be striving to enter the sate
bright heaven ? Is the soul of any one
of them worth more than the soul of any
other one? Which one, then, may be
proud and look disdainfully upon another?
Nay, think not of any such differ-
ences as I have mention. Think only
of similarities. Thi ow much a u
are alike. Think of wat need you
all have of the same God and Saviour,
and strive to show the same love and
obedience to Him. Be of one mind &ad


one spirit, remembering what the Soj-
tures say-" YE ARE ALL ONE IN C HWar

They will not be without a leader.
The queen-bee commands all the rest in
the hive. They all love her, will be
guided by her, and take delight in com-
plying with her directions.
So, also, have the bees of the Sunday-
school a leader. There is one appointed
to superintend the exercises of the school,
and to secure the attention and order of
tl* scholars. :"e should be respected
and obeyed. Close attention should be
given to what he says, and hi i require-
ments should be cheerfully complied
.with. It would not do for the school to


be without a leader, any more than it
would do for a abip to be without a cap-
tain or conhtifer, or a hive of bees
without a queen. There must be some
one to exercise a superintending care and
authority, and that one, whoever he is,
should have the regard and respectful
obedience of all the rest. The bees of
a hive will not admit any stranger itto
their society, unless they come wi" en-
tire willingness to live under their ader,
and conform themselves to their -inan-
ners and customs. And it is thus with
the Sunday-school too. All who enter
and desire to belong there, should 'deter-
mine to obey all the rules of the oo1,
and take delight in observing
Thus it is with the people of tle Lord.
God receives into his love and favour only
those who will give themselves up to
Him: those who will "keep His com-


mandments," and, with their whole heart,
seek to do His will. *A Sunday-school in
confusion is an unpleasant sight, and an
unprofitable place. Whilst a Sunday-
school abiding in love and obedience is
one of the happieSsights and most pro-
fitable places on earth.

True, there may be some idlers in the
hive. But these are well known. They
are classed by themselves, and have a
name of their own. The drones are lazy
fellows, who seldom go out of the hive,
except when the sun shines very brightly;
andtthen they fly around among the
flowers, and buzz about, and make quite
a stir and noise. But they make no
honey-not even enough to feed them-
selves upon-but go back to the hive and


feed on what the other'bees have laid up
in store.
But almost all the bees are very active
and industrious little creatures. They
labour all summer to lay up food for the
winter. They do not beg nor borrow,
but they go to work and earn their liv-
ing. They are small and weak, you
know; but they have nimble wings, and
with these they fly through the valleys
and over the hills, sometimes going seve-
ral miles from their hive, that they may
find out a sweet clover-field, and bring
back a full load of the sweets they love
to collect. They ork diligently whilst
the season las they know that the
summer will soon be gone, and then the
flowers they gather honey from cannot
be found.
SHow isit the Sunday-school hive in
this respect? There ire some drones be.


longing to it, I am sorry to say. You
,may see them, on a bright Sunday morn-
ing, lounging around, outside of the school-
room, after the exercises have commenced.
Or, perhaps, they are wandering about
the streets, or over in the fields. Some
of them will venture into the room before
the exercises close, that they may get a
library-book, or hear a few words about
the lesson, with which, when they get
home, they may make a little buzz, or
stir, or talk, as if they were really bees,
or really Sunday-school children. But
all such are hypocrites. They are idlers.
They are drones.
The Sunday-school ilhplace of active,
gladsome labour. The children there,
who at all appreciate the privilege they
have, are busily at work. They are
making and laying up honey whilst the
season lasts. See them gathering honey


from the flowers they hold in their hands!
Those flowers they hold are the word of
God; and you know the Scriptures say
respecting them, "More to be desired are
they than gold, yea, than much fine gold;
SSunday-school bees ought to labour,

then. They have precious sweets in the
word of God, from which they may de-
rive and lay up honey which shall last
them for many days. The honey of the
word of God, carefully stored away in
the mind, will last, it may be, for a life-
time, and be always fresh and good.
I knew a lit girl once who had a
great many ni books given to her by
her parents and friends. She read them
carefully, and committed large parts of
them to memory. She had a little
Shelf of her own, upon which she kept
h *


her books nicely arranged. But, one
winter's night, her father's house took
fire. The family were aroused by the
smoke and flames; they sprang from
their beds and escaped from the house
unhurt. The things in the house, how-
ever, were almost all consumed. The
little girl's books were all burned up.
She felt very sorry, for she had loved
her books, and as she thought of them
as all destroyed, the tears of grief filled
her eyes and ran down her cheeks. But
she did not cry very long. She soon
had the tears wiped from her face and
eyes, and was seen to be smiling cheer-
fully. Some one ask her, (I think it
was her mother,) hoe could appear
so pleasantly just in the midst of her
sorrow? And what do you think was
her answer? She replied, "Iam so glad
that I learned so much of my books by heart,


for what is here," placing her little hand on
her heart, "can never be burned up." Oh,
she was a busy bee, worthy of imitation!
She had laid up the honey in her heart,
and it could not be burned up or de-
stroyed. Labour then, bees of the Sun-
day-school! to lay up honey in the heart.
Be not drones, but busy, active bees,
"Gathering honey all the day,
From every opening flower."
Let the Sunday-school be a hive,
where all, from the smallest to the
largest bee, shall be industriously en-
gaged, securing the honey of the word
of God. Lay up this honey, children,
while the summer f Sunday-school pri-
vileges lasts; fo remember, the winter
of death will come soon, and then, if you
have nothing laid up for eternity, if you
have not learned to love and serve the
Lord, oh, how sadly off you will be!


A few more things I have yet to say
about the bees of the hive and those of
the Sunday-school.

The mouse and the wasp and the
spider are among the worst enemies
which bees have. Mice will, sometimes,
in winter, find their way into bee-hives,
and make sad havoc there. Wasps will
sometimes come in great numbers, and
fight the bees, driving them away or kill-
ing them, if possible, that they may get
at their honey. And the spider! How
cunning he is! He ds not crawl into
the hive. He is afraid do that. But
he sets a trap, or spreads his net just out-
side of the entrance to the hive, or along
the edge of it, and then he hides himself
in his little den, from which he can look


out, and there quietly waits for some un-
fortunate little bee to get his legs caught
in the trap. And when this happens-
when a bee gets entangled in the net,
out rushes the old spider as bold as a
lion, and wraps his fine threads around
the bee, tying him up tightly, and then
he drags him into his hole, and feasts
upon him. Poor bee! He did not look
around him carefully enough, as he came
out of the hive, or he would have seen the
spider's trap, and might have avoided it.
But have not the bees of the Sunday.
school their enemies? Let us see. There
goes John Easy on his way to Sunday-
school! Who is *at, now, that has met
him at the corner there? It is Tom
Come, John," says Tom, "you're just
the fellow I want to see. Im going out
after shell-barks, and you must go along."


"I can't," says John.
"Why not?"
"I'm going to Sunday-school."
"Pshaw! what's the use of going there?
We have to go to school all the week, and
I think that's enough. Yesterday it
rained, and now it's a grand day for pick-
ing the nuts. Come on."
"But, my mother"-
"Oh, never mind your mother," inter-
rupted Tom. "She won't know any
thing about it. We'll be back by the
time school is out."
Poor John Easy! He got his legs caught
in that spider's trap, and he allowed the
threads to be wound around him, and
himself to be dragged away. He went
a nutting with Tom Careless, and he lost
his book by the way, and he got his
clothes torn and his hands stained and
his face scratched, and he did not get


home until long after school had been
out; and then clothes, hands and face
all told sad tales about him, which his
mother read at once, and which John
could not deny. He felt sad indeed:
but his good mother felt sadder still, and
sought, with tears in her eyes, to have
him profit by a knowledge of his folly
and sin, praying God to give her boy
strength, when again tempted, to resit
the tempter.
The bees, or children of the Sunday-
school, have many enemies who watch
for their destruction. Their great ene-
my is Satan; but he makes use of all
sorts of tempting sins by. which to draw
his victims into his full power. Idleness is
one of Satan's traps, and this catches a
great many children and draws them
into many sadly sinful habits. Pride is
a snare in which many are caught and


drawn into deeds of folly and sin. Waste-
fulnesm is another net, and Rebellion and
Disobedience are others. I cannot enume-
rate them all, and so would just caution
Sunday-school bees to keep their eyes
open and their minds awake at all times;
and whenever any temptation appeals
to you, which is a temptation to do what
you know to be wrong, then consider that it
is a trap of Satan, your great enemy;
and avoid it, shun it, as you would avoid
or shun your destruction. This is a safe
rule which I have given you. May you
always follow it!
It will not do to stand and parley with
your enemy. If you do, he will be al-
most sure to get the advantage of you.
He can picture forth things so well and
present so many excuses. The best way,
when tempted to do wrong, (whether
tempted from without, by one who speaks


to you, or from within, by the risings
of sinful inclinations in your heart,) is
to'say, "No!" right out aloud. Then you
have taken a noble start, and if you act
according to that, you will do well.
Did you ever see a bee, attracted by
the flame of a lamp or candle, come fly-
ing directly towards it? You have often
seen flies and millers thus caught. Well, e
the bee is sometimes caught in the same
way. The little fellow sees the bright
light, and he feels drawn towards it. He
does not fly right into it at once; but
he circles round and round the flame,
coming nearer to it each time, until finally
-pop! he goes into it! and then falls
to the floor, to mourn, in great distress,
over the loss of his wings, which have
been burned off.
Now, I have seen Sunday-school bees
caught in much the same way. At the


side of my house I have a fine peach-tree,
which spreads its largest branch over the
fence of my garden. I have seen boys
come along,-on Sunday, too, and on their
way from Sunday-school,-who would al-
low themselves to be very much attracted
by the ripe fruit that hung on the branches
outside of the fence. They would not
pitch right into them at once, but they
would walk around and around them,
looking up very covetously. Pretty soon,
they could stand the temptation no longer
-and supposing that no one saw them,
(forgetting that God always sees them,)
up would go a stone or a stick into the
tree, and down would come a peach or
two, which the boys would quickly
snatch up and scamper off with. But
do you say that they did not get burned
or hurt? I say they did. They had their
wigo of honesty burned of; and another


time, when they might try to be honest,
they would find it not so easy a thing;
and possibly their want of the wings of
honesty may yet lead them to fall into
some crime, which shall cause them, and
their parents and friends on their ac-
count, very great distress. Every sin,
children, is your enemy. Every tempt-
ation to sin must be resisted, not
yielded to. You mustfly away from it,
not into it.

V. And lastly,
As they are industrious to gather, so
what they collect they do not carelessly
drop in, or disperse about the hive. They
arrange it in perfect order. They begin
at the top, and, working downwards, place
the honey in their waxen cells; and at


these are filled, they close them up
tightly with a waxen covering. They
carefully put away what they can col-
lect, so that they can have it in good
order, to use when they are in need.
Bees of the Sunday-school should learn a
lesson from all this. Some Sunday-school
bees take honey home with them, but
others do not. Some children, when
they return home from the school, can
tell their parents a great deal of what
they have heard and learned. But
others seem to know nothing more after
they return, than they did before they
went. I have heard a child, when asked
what he had learned or heard in Sunday-
school, say, I can't remember." Now,
why couldn't he remember? I suppose
it was because he did not pay close at-
tention. If he had been told just in
what old tree, not far off, he could find


a supply of good honey, which some bees
had been depositing there, he would have
remembered it, and would have been
able to tell his parents or companions
all about it. And why? Because he
would have listened very attentively to
the description of the place, and would
have laid up the knowledge of it in h
mind. Now, it iA not the fault of the
memory that children do not remember
the good truths which are told them. It
is because they do not pay close at-
tention, and try to treasure up what
they hear. This is the evil, and it is an
evil which children may correct, and
which they ought to correct. Give me the
child that looks right up in my face when
I am talking to him, and tries to under-
stand what I am telling him; for he is the
child who will remember what he hears.
Some children have their bodies on


the seats in the school-room, when their
minds are far away, outside of the build-
ing altogether. They seem to be in Sun-
day-school, but they are not really there.
They are flying about out of doors. They
cannot treasure up any good thing they
may chance to hear. Such bees are not
lying up honey. No! the mind must
be on the work. The heart must be in
it. The truths of the school-room must
be considered by the children as the
treasure which they are to gather; for
"where the treasure is, there will the heart
be also."
And oh, how precious a treasure it is
which they may gather! Yes, very pre-
cious it is, indeed! Sweeter than honey,
or the honey-comb." The soul may feast
upon this rich treasure. The young
heart may learn to love it, and be happy
in its possession. To be good is to be


happy; and they who learn tb love to
study God's holy word, and who take
delight in singing his praises and. calling
upon his holy name in prayer, are laying
up for themselves a store of happiness for
time and for eternity. The cells of the
young mind should be filled with the
good things which it hears, and t
memory should be as the "waxen
ing," to keep the treasure in its place;
and then, if by sickness, or removal, or
any other adversity, the privileges of the
Sunday-school cannot any longer be en-
joyed, we will yet have a treasure of good
things within us, from which we may
draw, and upon which we may feed, and
receive from it strength and comfort.
So may it be with you who read this
little book. Gather from it what honey you
can. Partake of it yourselves, and give
a portion to those you love. Especially,


if you learn by it to love your Sunday-
achool more than ever, and to be, more
than ever before, attentive to its happy
privileges; then will you not have read
in vain, nor shall I have written in vain
about the Sunday-school bee-hive.

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WHO has ever walked through a flower-
garden Without being struck with tO
great variety presented in the appearance
of strength and beauty! On one side, a
sprout has shown itself above the ground,
and grown steadily and strongly upward,
until it now stands erect, a lofty tree,
with wide-spread branches, on which the
birds love to alight, and under which a
pleasant shade is found for those who will
rest a while and enjoy it. Alongside of
this strong tree another little sprout has
appeared, which was so light and weak
that it had not strength with which to
support itself erect in one position. It
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was a little vine, and not having strength
to grow upward unaided, it laid hold of
the tree, and has wound itself round and
round the trunk of it, getting higher up
each time, until now it is running around
among the topmost branches.
What a happy thing for the vine to
have the strong tree alongside of it! For,
without this support, it could only have
crawled along on the ground for a while,
and would have been trodden upon and
And over there, on the other side of
the walk, is a beautiful rose-tree. It is a
hardy rose, which has strength to hold
its head up, and to grow in all kinds of
weather, until it attains to quite an old
age. By the side of it is another rose, a
beautiful, but a tender one. It grows, but
it grows bendingly. It has life, but it is
very delicate, and the first autumn-wind


that comes, or the first heavy storm that
beats upon it will cause its death! That
there is this variety of strength in the
garden, we all know. Why it is so, we
shall not now pretend to say, except to
tell you that it is so ordered of God, and
"He doeth all things well."
Thus it is also in the garden of life.
Looking out on almost any part of this
garden of life, we may see somewhat of
its varieties. Yonder goes a strong man,
who is engaged in daily, active employ-
ment, earning enough to support himself
and his family, and having something
besides to give to those he may find in
need. And just here comes a man who,
from his youth up, has been a ripple.
He has to use crutches, and with these
he can hardly get along. He suffers a
great deal of pain, is often sick, and now
for many years he has not been able to..


work for a living, but has been depend-
ent entirely upon the aid of others.
And yonder come two little girls. One
of them, Mary E-, is a hearty lass,
who can run and play and romp as long
and as hard as anybody. She has never
known what it is to be sick, but in
winter and in summer, in autumn and
in spring, she is the same strong, active,
playful child. She is "a hardy rose."
But the little girl she has with her is
quite different. It is little Anna C--.
She is a frail thing, a delicate child. She
has never been able to run and play
actively, like other little girls. She has
always been sickly. But she is a lovely
child, as all say who know her; but she
cannot live much longer on earth. Some
cold wind or rude storm of sickness must
soon call her away from her companions,
friends and parents. She is "a tenderro"


That there is this variety in the
garden of life, we all know. Why it is
so, we need not now endeavour to tell
you, except to say what we said of the
variety of strength in the natural garden:
"It is so ordered of God," and He doeth
all things well."
Have you bodily health and strength ?
They are given you by God, and for them
you should be truly thankful. Is bodily
health denied you? This also is ordered
of God, who loves you, and who is ready
to bless you with a cheerful heart-a
heart that will enable you, "in whatso-
ever state you are, therewith to be con-
tent." Whether strong, or weak, unless
you have a thankful, loving heart towards
God, you cannot be plants of the Lord's
choosing, nor fitted for the. garden
But there is a particular garden-plot


into which I wish to take you now, and
point out to you some of its peculiarities.
You have been there before, I think.
Indeed, I suppose, you may be said to
belong there. If you belong to a Sunday-
school, I am right, for I am now to speak
of the Sunday-school garden.
You never heard the Sunday-school
called a garden before, did you? Well,
neither did I; but that makes no differ-
ence, if I can show you how it is a garden,
and point out its walks to you, and read
its rules, and, above all, if I can give you
some nice flowers, or a bunch of grapes,
to carry away with you. You will want
no better evidence than the fruit, I pre-
sume; for we may say of gardens what
we all say of trees, and what the Bible
says of men-" By their fruits ye shall
know them."
But as I am to show you some respects


in which a Sunday-school is like a garden,
I remark-

And so is the unday- hool. It is a
distinct or separated place. It is in the
world, like the garden; but it is of another
spirit or character than that manifested
by the world at large. Sunday-school
children are to be known by their con-
duct, from those who do not go to Sun-
day-school. At the proper time, on Sun-
days, the Sunday-school children are to
be seen walking pleasantly to the school-
room, where they are to join in singing
the praises of God-hearing and study-
ing his word-and looking to him in
prayer for his blessing-while other chil-
dren are dozing in their beds, or playing
r04 the streets, or wandering off to


the woods. Now, when you are in a
garden, children, it does not disturb you
to think that you are "fenced in," does
it? You know that a fence belongs to
the garden, nor do you try to climb over
it, because you know also that there is a
gate, or proper way of passing out. Just
so in the Sunday-school garden. Each
Sunday-school has its fence around it, or its
rules, which are its fence, and you ought
cheerfully to keep within the enclosure
of these rules. Let me build you such
. a fence now, as I suppose will be suitable
for any Sunday-school-and within which
you ought to consider yourselves as
fenced. Here it is.
Now, yg see the fence there, children.
On the north, it is---" Always be in
yor seat at the appointed time."
On the south---" Remember the text,
Aou Gbod seet me."


is fenced in" b above rules; .and

never try to climb over the fence, or
is fen Me and
Aba '*C


Sow be8ar & i tnhat, whG in Sun-
day-school, you oceuyau enclosure which
is "fenced m the6-ibove rules; and
never try to climb over the fence, or
break the regulations ofthe school, which
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you ought cheerfully to respect and
And w that Wa have got the fence
built ar 'ay ehool garden,
I will gIM f ut it.


The w3i& te s must
be nicely lasot T" b young plants
and flowers must ave a good deal of at-
tention. The young" vines must be trained
up on the trellis-work, or frames, pre-
pared for them to grow on. The weeds
must be carefully removed from the
grounds. The soil must be loosened
around the roots of the plants, and then
enriched so as to afford as much nou-
rishment as possible.
And is it not just so with the Sunday-

SWn asDAMtgo;Or IMIRN. so
h.. different classem which are the
beds of the garden, must be well ar-
rmaged. Much attention must be given
to the plants, or children of the school.
The instruction given from God's woa
and the aid of the pHly ,Spirit which is
asked, are designed to effect the removal
of the weeds of the nat-n tl heart. You
know that weeds grow up in the garden
without any culture. Only let the garden
alone, and it will soon be full of weeds.
And just so it is with the natural heart.
Sins grow in it without any trouble of cul-
tivation. Nothing else will grow in it with-
out culture; and the only power which can
remove sin from the heart, and cause chris-
tian graces or virtues to grow there, is the
power of God, as promised to us through
the use" of his word, and by his Spirit.
The Spirit of God can change the soil
of the natural heart, so that the good

seed of God's word may find nourish-
ment in the heart, and may "take root
downward, and bear fruit upward." Now,
in the Sunday-school-as in the congre-
gation of the church-the word of God
is ,the thing taught, and the Spirit of
God is what is sought after.
In the Sundya school the young plants
are especially cared for. This is a de-
partment of the churckawhere especial
provision is made for the young. And
the gardeners, or teachers there, seek to
cull out and train up the tender affections
of those intrusted to them, and entwine
those affections around Christ, who is
"altogether lovely."
A well-ordered Sunday-school is a charm-
ing garden-spot. The songs of praise
which from thence ascend are as delightful
as the songs of the birds among the trees.
There the gardeners are industriously en


gaged-and there children's hearts ar
the soil and the words of God the -seed
sown-and there the Spirit of eGod is
called down to prosper the work; or to be
aes ereshing showers upon the earth, with
out which it is parched and unfruitful.
Thus, as being "a plae under particu-
lar cultivation," you see; children, that
the Sunday-school may be called a garden.
But I have other points of resemblance
to show you, and so proceed to say-

Without water to refresh it, the ground
of the garden becomes dry and parched,
and vegetation cannot flourish. Some-
times it is the case that in a portion of
the country there is very little or no
rain during the summer. And when
this happens, that portion of the land


produces no fruit. Water is indispensa-
ble to the fertility of the ground and
the growth of the plants and trees, and
so God sends down, upon the gardens
and fields, the refreshing rains which they
It is just so with the Sundayechool gar-
den. For the plants there to grow and
flourish well, they must be watered by
the blessings of heaven. Now, God
promises to "pour out" his Holy spirit
upon his people. And the young people
of the Lord, as well as older ones, need
the refreshing influences of the Holy
Spirit, in order that "the things of the
Spirit may live and grow in them."
In the seventh chapter of John you may
read how Jesus went once into the famous
temple in Jerusalem, when a great many
people were assembled there, and tood
and cried, saying, 'If any man thirst, let


him come unto me and drink f" Now,
he had no water to give them, such as
they were accustomed to drink when
thirsty. But he had a blessing to give
them, which would refresh their souls
more than water could their bodies; and
if they thirsted after this blessing, or really
desired it, he stood ready to impart it.
Jesus is now in heaven, but he is still
ready to "give good things to them that
ask him" for them. Our hearts need his
blessing. We cannot "bring forth fruit
to his glory" without the refreshing
influences of his Holy Spirit, and a
Sunday-school must be a garden of dried
and withered plants, of cold and barren
hearts, unless the Lord visitit with spirit-
ual rain from heaven. v
It is for this blessing of the Lord that
prayer is offered in the Sunday-school,
and as every child in the school needs


this blessing, so every child should en-
gage in the prayers that are offered.
All should pray that God would "pour
down upon them the continual dew of
his blessing, which is the healthful spirit
of his grace." Prayer calls down the
favour of heaven. Children's prayers
can do ths. Be not careless, thoughtless,
then, children, in time of prayer. A
Sunday-school should be as a fresh, flou-
rishing, well-watered garden. It may be
puch. It cannot be such, however, unless
the blessing of. the Lord descend upon it
from heaven.
But this leads me to one other point
of resemblance, which is-

The flowers a garden produces may be
classed among its fruit, for they are the
result, or fruitpkof labour bestowed upon


the garden. We labour in the garden
that it may bring forth what we desire.
We arrange the plants and dig around
them, and trim them, and tie them up,
when they need it-and all this we do,
that they may grow to the best advan-
tage, according to our wishes. Weeds will
grow without any culture, but good plants
will not grow and produce their beauti-
ful flowers in good order without careful
attention. But with good treatment in
the garden, we may always expect flow-
ers and fruits to show themselves.
Now, is it not just so with the Sunday-
school? Do we not look to it for Sunday-
school fruit? And good fruit too ? We
surely have a right to expect the Sunday-
school garden to produce fruit which
shall be pleasant to men and acceptable
to God. For this teachers labour, and
for this they pray.


If our blessed Saviour was now on the
earth, and should enter a Sunday-school
and see the gracious privileges which the
children there enjoy, what question might
he very justly ask those children? Iwill
mention one. It is'a question which our
Savibur put to the multitudes who were
privileged to listen to his "Sermon on
the Mount." It is this: "What do ye
MORE than othIer ?
Children of the Sunday-school ought to
do "more than others." They ae plants
that ought to-bear better fruits than other
plants. A great deal of care is bestowed
upon them. Jesus is constantly placed
before them, that the tendrils of their
young affections may wind around and
cling to him for strength and support.
They are taught to worship him, to sing
his praises, and to leaA his word, and to
ask his blessing. The privileges of the

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Sunday-school are rtha i qtii m to
whatever othlr privileges th I miaye in
the way of enjoying; p74i yo"leaowit
is a rule which our Savirhas given u,
that, "to whomsoever nsh is given, of
him much shall be re ed." Much then will be required of Sunday-
school children, for to them mucl is given.
They should bring forth "good fruit," and
much of it. Good lives they ought to
live. Love to God they ought to cherish,
and obedience to the requirements of
God they ought to manifest. "The
fruits of the Spirit' ought to flourih and
grow in them..
Do]iyol ..adw what these fruits are?
They are just the f nits for the Sunday-
school garden to produce. They are
these, as named by God himself: "LOVE, v'


m flP we are thg yleesed fruits

4 ppe iup produce.

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WHAT kind of an engine is that? some
of you are ready to ask. Well, that is
just what I am about to tell you.
"The Sunday-sc7ool is a powerful engine
for good," is a remqak which I have often
heard. But it appears to me, that no
only is the whole Sunday-school a powel
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ful engine, but that every Sunday-school
has as many engines in it as it has
scholars; and I propose to show you,
now, that that every Sunday-school scholar
is an engine, and ought to be showing
himself or herself an engine for good."
In a general way, any kind of a ma-
chine is called an engine, because it is the
instrument of accomplishing a designed
purpose. The steam-engine is used for
a variety of purposes. Sometimes it
puts great wheels in motion all over a
factory; and sometimes it propels the
steamboat along the river or across the
ocean; and sometimes you see it hurry-
ing along the railroad-track, drawing a
long train of cars along after it. Then
there is the fire-engine, which is both an
engine for good and #n engine for evil.
It is very useful when employed in put-
ting out fires, but it is often an engine or


instrument of great evil to boys. A boy
should never follow or have any thing to
do with a fire-engine. It will lead him
into bad company, and bad company will
lead him into bad habits, and bad habits
will lead him to ruin.
But the engine I want to talk to you
about now, is the one you see running
along the railroad, and whose slrill
whistle you hear, telling man and beast,
young folks and old folks, to "keep off
the track." This engine is called, as
you know, a locomotive; and there are
some points of resemblance so striking
between the locomotive and the Sunday-
school scholar, that I am prepared to
say, every Sunday-school scholar is a loco-
motive. Can you tell me how this is, or
where are the points of resemblance?
See, now, if I can tell you. I will men-
tion them.


You may put a locomotive on the
track, but without steam it cannot run.
You may push it along, but unless you
keep pushing, it will soon stop. It can
no more run along the level rails without
steam, than an omnibus can run along
through the streets without horses. No;
before thew locomotive will move, the
fire must be kindled in it, and water
must be put in its boiler, and so steam
must be made, which is the moving-
power of the engine.
Just 8o it is with the Sunday-school
scholar. He will never run ("in the way
of God's commandments") until ie ias
some steam within to move him. He may
be pushed or forced along. His parents
may push him to the Sunday-school


room, and when there, his teacher may
push him through his lessons; but with-
out steam within him, he must always
have somebody pushing him, or he will
never get along. Now, the steam which
he needs, is that of love. He must have
in him some love for the Sunday-school
exercises, or he will never run or engage
profitably in those exercises. He must
bear in mind that he comes to Sunday-
school to receive God's blessing, and he
must desire that blessing and seek to
obtain it. He must remember, that in
being allowed to attend a Sunday-school,
he has a gracious privilege, which hun-
dreds and thousands of children in dif-
ferent parts of our world know nothing
about. He must feel thankful for this
great privilege. He must read God's
word, and pray for the Holy Spirit; then
the fire of love to God will be kindled


and kept burning in his heart, and he
will run, and will take delight in run-
ning in the ways of the Lord. The
scholar will never run well or properly
without love for the work in which he is
engaged. An omnibus will run down
hill without horses, and a locomotive
will run down hill without steam, and a
child will run down the hill-side of sin
without any love to God in the heart.
But for the omnibus to move properly
along the streets, or for a locomotive to
run along the track, or for the child to
"run in the way of God's command-
ments," there must be the impelling or
moving-power required in each case; and
what this moving-power in each case is,
we have just told you:-horses for the
carriage, steam for the locomotive, love
for the Sunday-school scholars. And
now that we have the "steam up," or


have shown you what it is, and how'tc
obtain it, we say,

ao not get off the Qrack.

Oh! what havoc is made when the
engine gets off the track! The cars are
dragged off and thrown down an embank-
ment, or crushed against each other, and
the wheels are forced up among the seats,
and almost always some men, women or
children are killed, and many more seri-
ously injured, probably crippled for life.
And all this distress follows in conse-
quence of the locomotive getting off the
track. The iron rails are laid down for
the cars to run on, and so long as they
keep on these, all will be well. But if
there be something in the way, and the


engine strikes it and is thrown from the
track, then all is mischief and confusion.
Now it is just 8o with the Sunday-school
scholar. The track is laid down for him
to run upon. The way is revealed in
which he is to move along. The word
of God is this track, or way. Obeying
the word of God, the scholar is on the
track and doing well. But meeting a
temptation, and not overcoming it, but
allowing it to throw him off the track of
God's word, then the scholar is all wrong,
and fearfully wrong. When disobedient
to any commandment of God, the child
is always wrong-is off the track, and is
running down the embankment of sin,
and is dragging others after him. He is
pulling his brothers, or his sisters, or his
companions along with him, and they
will all be injured, and probably very
seriously injured, and all in consequence


of one child getting off of the track
which God has laid down. Jesus the
Saviour says, "I am the way." Now,
there is no safety but in keeping in this
way-the way of Jesus. You have his
blessed word, and so long as you mind
its directions, you are on the track.
When you do any thing which is con-
trary to what Jesus would have you
do-when you neglect his word, refusing
to study it and be guided by it, then you
are off the track. You are injuring your-
self; you are injuring others; and there is
no telling what an amount of injury may
be done.
I saw a boy, the other day, stealing a
watermelon from a farmer's wagon. Oh!
he was of the track; for the track has
written upon it, Thou shalt not steal!"
That boy was running directly away from
God's word, and he was sadly hurrying


down the road to everlasting ruin. I
tried to stop him and talk to him; but
he was afraid of me, and away he ran
to get out of my sight, and probably to
engage in some other act of sin.
I have seen children off the track even
while sitting in the Sunday-school room.
There they were on the benches, or at
least their bodies were, but their hearts or
thoughts were away, out in the street, or
at home, and engaged in planning some
act of pleasure or mischief. Such children
might seem to be on the track, but they
were not-they were very far from it. I
have sometimes seen a whole Sunday-
school thrown off of the track, by having
all eyes turn round towards the door, to
see some late scholar come trudging,
noisily, into the school-room, as though it
were more important to see some little
boy or girl come late to school, than to


attend to what God says about those who
" seek him early." The children who love
Jesus, and love to "learn of him," they
are the children whom Jesus loves, and
who are running in the right way, even
in the "way of life." It may require an
effort to resist temptations to sin, and to
run in the way which God requires; but
without a moving-power, the locomotive
cannot run from one city to another; and
without an effort to love the Lord and
keep his commandments, how can the
child expect ever to arrive at that great
city, the New Jerusalem !

"Where those who meet shall never part,
Where grace achieves its plan;
And God, supreme in every heart,
Dwells, face to face, with man."

But we have one more point to con-
sider, and we say,



P)te 0ong Irain.
See that long train of cars as they
come along the track, drawn by the
powerful engine! Did you not hear the
shrill whistle echoing through the woods
and over the hills? Now the bell rings.
There the train is just coming into the
depot! Some of them are full of pas-
sengers. Possibly your friends may have
come home. It may lie your father and
mother. They have been away from

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W nyioit ( you are ready
to say, A ie indeed a very
ud tAing9." y e say, that .
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tig to 1
do good. 'o u~Ts
wanted twobi
do all tIe good o an. eaiy ,
bow be imay be h
'tell you all the tI m I wn to he

ful. He may be useful, like te loopmo-
tive, by drawing A min !er h P
may draw a whole tin after him, a g4
the track which leads to hpeas and
to God. I will give you an exam O
illustration of what I mean.
Not long since, I heard of a litt 'Sun-
day-school girl, who determined to try and
see what good she cAld do to others. So
she went into a part.of the city where
a number of children lived, who never


w#pt h Sudjohool. tDelmerht pert
SeJ had pp after theeu children, to tri
and peaeld them n to come to Sunday.
scbool, but ad never been. able to induet
them to coot.
But this little gir determined to see
what sbe could do with them. She went
earnestly to work,. and she talked to the
children, and Bhe talked to their parents,
and she told them of the good thing
taught in the Sunday-school of the sweet
hlmns sung there, and the nice books
distributed there, and she begged those
child to come with her to the school
once, and see and hear for themselves,-
knowing that if they would come with
her once, they would be pleased, and so
come again.
Now the result was, that the little girl
came walking dbwa to hr Sunday-school
room, one Sunday moripg, with ten of


thoe very childrenfollowing her! Ye--ten
children--all in her train! Now, was not
she a good locomotive ? And was not that
a fine train which the locomotive was
drawing? That was a train which
might well be allowed to run on Sun-
day, for that little but powerful locomo-
tive brought ten children to the Sun-
day-school room, who .had never been
inside of a Sunday-school before. That
same Sunday-school scholar, dear chil-
dren, was moved by the true steam of
LOVE. And 8he kept on the track of God's
word, and she was ueeful,-very useful
Read now the last five words in the
thirty-seventh verse of the tenth chapter
of the Gospel by Luke, and you will find
what is said there To each one of you,
respecting the good locomotive which I
have just told you about.





I THINK it is the custom, with almost
all Sunday-schools, "to ring but one.
bell," as they lay; or, in other words, to.
have the church-bell ring but once for
the assembling of the children. This is
the plan, at any rate, in our school. Our
bell is rung or tolled-just ten minutes,
and we expect to open the exercise ff
the school as soon as the' bell ceases to
But I notice that theie arer some.9 l-
dren who always come in late. During'
the week, they can get into their school-
house by the time the. school-bell has
done ringing; b on Sundays, they
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are always behind-hand. Now why is
this ? Who can tell me ?
It has occurred to me, that this late-
ness in Sunday-school may arise from the
fact that the late children have a wrong
impre8eion as to what the Sunday-school
bell is for! I will show you what I
mean, by taking you into two families,
apd you can each of yot see, my dear
children, which of these two families is
most like your's.
First, then, we will go into a house
which is distant about five minutes' walk
from the Sunday-school room. It is San-
day morning, ipd hark! the bell has
just commenced ringing for school. Now
look at the children of the family!
There are three of them. Ellen got up
quite late, and she is yet seated at the
breakfastrtable. She starts from the table,
Sand says, "There's the bell: Imust huwry


and ge ready for &aSday-hoo. f' But her
face is to wash, her hair is to comb, her
new shoes are to be found, and her bon-
net is to fix, (for the ribbon became loose
yesterday, and she neglected then to
fasten it on,) and now she sets about all
these things, for thle bell has begun to
ring, and she wants to "f We readyfor &SMf .
day-school." And now domes in James.
"Dear me I" he says, "there's the
bell! I must hunt* up my books and get
ready for S mday-chool." He looks all
around the room for his books, but cannot
fid them, and then starts off to search in
another room,-wonderipg that he cannot
think just where his.books are.
And see little Mary, too! She is al:
in a flutter. She has been playing abund
the room; but she hears the bell ring,
and now runs to Ellen to be dressed fbr
Sunday-school. It ia Ellen's duty to pre-


pare her little sister for school, but now
she is busy getting herself ready, and
Mary must wait.
We cannot stay to see these children
start for school. We are satisfied that
they are among the late children; so we
will just step over .o the house across
Sthe way, and se if the children there
are ready. .
Why, here they come, out of the door,
and are already fairly started on their
way to the Sunday-school. Jard is lead-
ing her little sister, Ella, and John and
Sarah are walking along pleasantly to-
gether. When te bell commenced ring-
ing, these children were all ready to
start. The girls had only to put on
their Cboanets, and John his hat, and
then to pick up their books, which were
collected together on the table. This
done, they kissed their father and mother,


(at least the two younger children did,)
and then, with a good morning," they
all started off.
Now these children will be early, or in
good time, and the other children we
saw will be quite late at school. And
what is the reason? ..They all heard the
bell, and all heard it at the same time, *
as soon as it Oommenced ringing. This
will explain the matter. The children
of the 'first house Wfe were in seemed to
think thl the bell said, "You must not
get ready for &nday-achool" Whereas it
did not say any such thing. They should
have been ready when the bell struck the
first sound. The other children under-
stood the bell to say distinctly, "Come
now to Sunday-cool;" and they knew
beforehand what it was going to say, and.
were all ready to obey it. .
Now, children, you ought all to under-


stand what the Sunday-school bell is for.
Remember, it was not designed to bring
you to school, but only to ring you there,
or tell you to come. It will not wash any
scholar's face, nor comb his hair, nor
hunt uphis bo6ks. It expects that you
know that it is going tQ ring, and that
Syou are all ready and waiting for it; and
then, that when you hea its cheerful
sound, you will understand it to say,

"Come come! come!
Come to the Sundaypchool;
Hark don't you hear the bell?
You must not break the rule,
So quickly say, 'Farewell!'"

C~R~l~r.C..'- -an~jF -*r-,F~*FD


LL visitors to our Sun-
day-school seemedto
have their attention
attracted particu-
larly towards Miss
SR--'s class, espe-
cially those who liked to see good be-
haviour and close attention. The chil-
dren of that class were not any better
dressed than the other children of the
school. Indeed, some of Miss R---'s
scholars were about the' plainest, in ap-
pearance, of any in the school-room.
The parents of several of them werean
quite humble circumstances. None of-le


children of this class were richly dressed.
But they were all careful to preserve
cleanliness and neatness.
Their manners were good. There was
a simplicity and an earnestness about
them which made them interesting scho-
lars. They had bright, cheerful faces,
which betokened warm hearts. There
were seven of them in the class; and
seven happier children were not to be
found in the school. They were little
girls, and were nearly of one age.
At the time about which I shall now
speak of the class, the youngest mem-
ber of it was eight years old, and the old-
est one was in her eleventh year. They
were very regular and punctual in at-
tendance. They loved their teacher,
(Miss IE-,) I know, by the respectful
and affectionate manner in which they re-
plied o her greetings when they met her


in the class, and by the interest they all
seemed to have in every word she would
say to them. They would least over to.
wards her when she was speaking to them,
and seemed to take in, through their eyes
as well as through their ears, every thing
that was said to them.
And I am quite sure that Miss R--
loved them. For she talked to them
just as though they were her own chil-
dren. She tried to make every thing
she told them so plain that they could
all understand it--a4d so interesting, that
they could not but love to listen. She
always had something to say to them
about the love, the great love of Christ.
She was never tired of talking to them
about his love, and the class never seemed
tired of listening to her.
One Sunday morning, (I remember it
Very well,) it was a bright Sunday moral.


ing in October-the lesson of the school
was in the nineteenth chapter of Matthew
-the thiteenth, fourteenth and fifteenth
verses. Itis a fine subject for a Sunday-
school lesson. On that morning Miss
R-- 's class seemed to be even more
than usually interested. They each re-
cited the verses in turn,"beginning with
the oldest and going down to the
Emily T- was the name of the young-
est girl. She was a delicate child, with
generally very little colour in her cheeks,
but with bright eyes, and a seriously at-
tentive manner, which told of a mrnd and
a heart more thoughtful and tender than
those possessed by most little* girls of
her age. When Emily recited the verses
that morning, her heart was much en-
gaged in them, and the colour started
into her cheeks until she was quite


flushed with excited interest. Then, as
soon as all had repeated the verses,
Miss R-- began to talk to them about
what the verses taught.
"These. interesting verses tell us,"
said she, "that when Jesus, our blessed
Lord, was upon earth, little children
were brought to him, that they might
receive his blessing. But some of his
disciples tried to keep the children away.
They told the parents not to bring their
little children to Jesus-as he was en-
gaged in teaching men and women, and
did not wish to have children about
Now, Jesus," she continued, did not
like this conduct of the disciples. They'
did not knoQ what compassion was in
the heart of their Lord. So he -said,
'Suffer little children, and forbid them
not, to come unto me, for of such is the


kingdom of heaven.' And then he took
them up in his arms, and put his hands
on them and blessed them."
I cannot tell you all that Miss I-- ,
then said to her class about the love of
Jesus for children; but she said many
things, to which her little girls were very
attentive. She told them to go to Jesus
in prayer; and to go with the assurance
that he would certainly hear them, and
bless them. She told them how Jesus so
loved them as to come to the earth and to
die for them, and for all, as a sacrifice
for their sins. And that he now lives
in heaven to hear all who call upon him,
and to be the gracious Saviour of all
who will trust in him.
Miss R-- 's little girls went out of
the Sunday-school that morning, think-
ing of what she had told them, and
remembering also that she said she


would have something more to tell them
about the love of the Saviour, when
they should come together on the next
Sunday morning.
The little girls went up into the church
with the other children of the school,
and heard that morning, from the lips of
their kind pastor, more about the love
of Christ Jesus, the Lamb of God, that
taketh away the sin of the world." After
public worship, as they lived in different
parts of the city, they separated for their
respective homes.
The next Sunday morning was rainy.
Early in the morning the rain came
down quite violently; but by about eight
o'clock, it was nearly over. The sun
would shine out brightly for a short time,
and then a broken cloud, gassing before it,
would dim its brightness. Occasionally,
a little rain came down; but this only


lasted for a few minutes at a time, and
before nine o'clock, (which was the Sun-
day-school hour,) the sky was so far clear
as to give assurance that we should have
no more raip that day.
At the opening of the school that
morning, Miss R-- was not present.
This was quite an uncommon thing, and
the children wondered what could be the
matter. They were sure that something
very important must have occurred to
keep her away. There was one seat in.
the class, too, which was vacant. Little
Emily T- was not there. What could
have detained her ?
Just as the children had resumed their
seats, after the singing of the hymn and
the offering of prayer, Miss R-- came
in and sat down with her class. She
looked sad, and seemed to be very
much affected, and the children of


her class could see that she had been
They sat very still, and Miss Rl--- soon
spoke to them. Oh, she had something to
tell them which made their young hearts
beat with a sorrowful interest, and caused
the tears to start from the eyes of each
one of them.
"My dear children," said Miss R--,
"I have just come from the house of little
Emily. She has been very sick all the
week, and now the dear little girl is
beyond all hope of recovery. She can
never meet with us again in our class.
She is failing very fast, and indeed the
doctor thinks she may not live to see
another day."
SMiss R-- could hardly make out to tell
her class this sad news, her own feelings
were so'3isturbed, and she saw the little
girls before her so much overcome. She


soon, however, was able to speak again,
and she said-
"Now, dear children, I do not know
that we ought to grieve so much, for
though little Emily is very sick, she is
happy. She seems to be very happy.
She told me, this morning, that she had
been thinking all the week of the kind
words of the blessed Saviour which we had
in our last Sunday's lesson: 'Sufer the lit-
tie children, and forbid them not, to come
unto me, for of such is the kingdom of hea-
ven.' And that these words made her feel
happy, though she knew she was going to
die. She said she would love to come to
the Sunday-school again, but still she felt
sure that she was going to be where
Jesus is, and that he would take her up in
his arms then and bless her.
"Now," continued Miss R-- talking
to her class, as little Emily is so resigned


and happy, let us try to moderate our
grief, and let us be thankful to the Lord
that we are allowed here to learn of the
love and grace of our Saviour, so that
when we come to die, we may commit
ourselves entirely into his hands, and be
happy in the prospect of going to be with
him where he is."
It was hard for the children of the
class to think of any thing but the ab-
sent and dying Emily. And when in the
church, that morning, solemn prayer was
offered for a sick child," they well knew
who was referred to, and they could
scarcely keep from sobbing aloud.
Miss R- had agreed to meet them after
service, and take them to Emily's house.
So they all went there together. They
did not speak as they went along, for
their hearts seemed to be too full of sad
thoughts to allow them to say any thing.


When they reached the house, they
passed quietly up into the chamber where
little Emily was. Oh, how changed she
seemed to them! She was propped up
in bed by pillows, and was so thin and
pale that there seemed to be no life in
her. Her eyes were still bright, but it
was an unnatural brightness, saddening
to see. She had always been a deli-
cate child. Her lungs were never very
healthy, and now, a few days' rapid infla-
mation had nearly destroyed them and
taken away her life.
A happy smile passed over her face,
as the members of her loved Sunday-
school class came up to her bedside.
She was glad to see them once more,
though it was to be the last time she
could see them on earth. She tried to
put a hand out to them, but was too
weak to do it alone. Her teacher saw


what she wanted, and assisted her.
Then each of the little girls of the class,
in turn, took hold of her pale and wasted
hand. Emily could not talk to them,
except to whisper to each, "good-by."
The little girls still stood by her bed-
side, but with their faces buried in their
hands, and each one sadly weeping.
Emily tried to speak. She did make
out to whisper a few words which all
could hear, and they were these: "Jesus
is good,-is very good and gracious. He
says,' Suffer little children to come unto
me.' I am going to him,-and I am
happy. Good-by!" She could say no
more. She was exhausted, and closed
her eyes, seeming to be asleep.
Miss R--- asked the children of her
class to sing one of their hymns. They
tried to sing. She began the tune, and
they sang-


Here we suffer grief and pain,
Here we meet to part again;
In heaven we part no more.
Oh I that will be joyful
Joyful, joyful, joyful I
Oh! that will be joyful,
When we meet to part no more !"

This was all they could sing, and this
verse they sang with a broken and
choked utterance. They left their little
classmate in her slumber, and departed
to their homes.
Dear little Emily! She slumbered on
sweetly for a few hours, and then, with-
out her eyes being again opened on earth,
her young, but immortal spirit departed
from the frail body, and (as we believe)
took its happy flight up to that glorious
world where the dear Saviour is, who
says, Suffer little children to come unto
The vacant seat in Miss R---'s class


served, after that, to remind them, each
Sunday for a long time, of dear little
Emily. They used often to talk about
her, and Miss R--- would say, "Emily
was happy in the mist of her sufferings;
and she is happier .till, now that all suf-
fering with her is over. Let us try to be
faithful as she was, loving and serving
Jesus, and then we shall be as she is,
with Jesu for ever."
If here below we love the Lord,
Then heaven shall be our bright reward-
*': /


I Am not now going to give you the
history of any particular boy or girl that
I have seen or heard of. My intention
in this piece is not to furnish you with
the biography of any individual scholar,
but simply to refer you to two or three
points of character which ought to be
shown by every child who would be con-
sidered a good Sunday-school scholar. I
will mention three things in which, as a
general rule, the good scholar may be
distinguished from the indifferent, or
careless one.


"We're in good time--they've only just
done prayers,"--said a lad who, with two
or three companions, was just entering
the school-room where they all belonged.
Was he a good SAday-school scholar?
. Very far from it, for he failed in a very
important particular-he was always be
George Washington was a punctual
man. Indeed, punctuality was u im-
portant element in his greatnel and
goodness. It is said of him that when
he expected friends to dine with him, his
servant had instructions never to ask,
"Has the company arrived ?" but simply,
Has the hour arrived ?"
Now, the prompt superintendent of


the Sunday-school does not consider, in
regard to opening the school, "Have the
scholars arrived ?" but merely, Has the
hour arrived ?" And as this is the duty
of the superintendent, so the good scholar
will always feel it to be his duty to be as
punctual as the hour itself When the
time arrives for opening the school, the
good scholar will 1 found in his place.
He is not behind-hand, but is all ready to
begin in the services. A sorry thought
is it, that it is "in good time" to enter
school if they've only just done prayers."
Away with every such thought as this!
Rather think,

"I would be there when prayer begins,
To ask the pardon of my sins."

,And always remember that if you
would be a good Sunday-school scholar,
you must be punctual.



I do not know how to account for it,
but it is true, that a great many children
of the Sunday-school seem to think that
they come to school to learn their lessons.
They ought to know better than this.
They ought to know that lessons are
appointed for them to learn at home as
thoroughly as they can; and that this
home-preparation the scholar requires,
that he may be fitted to recite his lessons
and receive all the further instruction
which may be given respecting them.
Agness L--always studied her lessons
at home. She looked out the Scripture
references, and she asked her mother to
explain some of the questions; apd in
this way she made all the preparation
she could, before Sunday came. ToCbe


sure, Agness was the best scholar in her
class, and it was this very preparation
that helped to make her so. She always
seemed to have the deepest interest in
the instructions of the teacher or super-
intendent. She was never tired of the
exercises of the school, nor ever thought
the school-hour a long one.
Why may not all be like Agness L--?
Let each one make all the preparation
which can be made before coming to the
a.school, and there can be no doubt as to
their increased interest in the privileges
they enjoy there. Let each one leara all
he can at home, and then will he be in
the way of learning a great deal more
when in his place in the class.
Did you never read the story of the
man who went into a store to buy a pair
of spectacles to enable him to read? He
had heard spectacles called "helps to

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