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402 have him if you wish it,” and going out she soon returned with the kitten in her hands. The little thing nestled up to the sick child, who lay there with one hand on her pet and the other clasped in that of her sister. In a few moments the Doctor came in. Ellen held up her finger to keep him from disturbing Bessie, thinking she was asleep, but the child heard him as soon as he entered. She held out her hand to him, and said : “ Elbe says you are good and kind, so I’m not afraid of you,” and then an ex pression of pain passed over her face as she added, “ but those other bad men hurt me so.” “Never mind about those men now, Miss Bessie,” said Dr. Foster, “they are all gone, and we wont let them come back any more.” The child closed her eyes as if satisfied, and the Doctor looked at Ellen and shook his head. She understood in an instant —Bessie was dying! dying! Have any of my little readers ever stood by a dying bed? If they have, they will remember as long as they live how they felt when they realized for the first time that someone they loved so dearly would soon be taken away!— Though they were surrounded by kind friends, and everything was done to com fort them, they still felt almost as if they did not care to live any longer. When you remember this, you can im agine what poor Elbe must have felt. No friends to call upon —no loving hands to elasp her’s, and comfort her in this her great sorrow—surrounded by enemies on every side, knowing, too, that those ene mies had caused her darling’s death—and yet she had to think of all this and be unmoved, so that she might keep her promise, made to little Bessie long ago, that when she died Elbe would keep “ close by her.” The Doctor stood watching the dying child, with an expression of the greatest sympathy on his face. He still had hold of her hand. After a while she said: “Doctor, I wish you would please keep those men from frightening any more lit tle children, will you?” “I will if I can, but try and not think about them, my child.” Then she said, “Elbe, are you hero?” “ Yes, my darling.” “And is Whitefoot here, too?” “Yes,” said Dr. Foster, putting her hand on the little kitten, “there he is.” She smiled faintly as she felt the soft fur of her little pet, and then said in a weak voice: “ Raise me up, Elbe, and put your arms BURKE’S WEEKLY. around me. lam not afraid of the Yan kees now,” and with one long, loving look at her sister’s face, “Little Bessie” was soon where “ the wicked cease from troubling.” To His Heaven in Glory. To Ills heaven, in glory, Christ, our Lord, had gone, And llis true disciples. Waited for the morn, When, in might descending, From His home above, God, the Holy Spirit, Should make known llis love. Christ had bade them carry To all lands the word That lie died to save us — That He is our Lord. Yet they could do nothing, Could not even try, Till His Spirit gave them Power from on high. Still our Saviour bids us Spread the good news wido, That, to save and bless us. Ho hath lived and died ; That He conquered for us Death and sin and pain, And that we can trust Him, For He lives again. We would tell His story Over all the land — We would spread His blessings Far, on either hand — But, though great our offerings, Vainly are they made, If the Holy Spirit Como not to our aid. Oh, dear Saviour, help us In our work for Theo I Send Thy Holy Spirit Our true strength to be! Blessed Holy Spirit, Leave us nevermore! Whom, with Son and Father, We, as God, adore 1 [ Young Christian Soldier. Making ethers Happy. A mother in the habit of asking her children before they retired at night what they had done to make others happy, found her two twin daughters silent. The question was repeated. “I can remember nothing good all this day, dear mother, only one of my school mates was happy because she had gained the head of her class, and I smiled on her and ran to kiss her, so she said I was good. That’s all, dear mother.” The other spoke more timidly : “A little girl who sat with me on the bench at school has lost a little brother. I saw that while she studied her lesson she hid her face in her book and wept. I felt sorry, and laid myself on the same book and wept with her. Then she look ed up and was comforted, and put her arms around my neck ; but I do not know why she said I had done her good.” “ Come to my arms, my darlings,” said the mother; “to rejoice with those that rejoice, and weep with those that weep, is to obey our blessed Redeemer.” THE HONEST POOR MAN. tTST as the sun was Bet ' ting, one bright evening, a * )o ° r lnUn the road side, waiting the re- turn of his son, whom ho &&J*Lhad sent to the baker’s to buy a jKgsV°af of bread. The boy soon re turned with the loaf, but as the man was cutting it, to make their frugal meal, several pieces of gold fell out upon the ground. The lad gave a shout of joy, picked up the gold, and said: “O, father! now as wo have found so much money, we will not have to work so hard.” “But, my son, that money does not be long to us.” “ Whose is it, then ?” asked the son. “I know not whose it is. We must inquire.” They took the loaf and the money to the baker; told him that they found it in the bread, and if it was his that ho might take it. “ You are, indeed, an honest man,” said the baker, “and now I will tell you about the gold, and how I came with it and the loaf. A stranger, a few days ago, brought me that loaf, and asked me to sell or give it to the most worthy poor man in the town. I did so, and the loaf with all its treasuro is yours.” The poor man’s feelings may be better imagined than described. F. T. M. Talladega , Ala. ♦♦♦ A Beautiful Thought. Two little birds had a nest in the bushes in the back part of the garden. Julia found the nest. It had some speckled eggs in it—one, two, three, four. But she did not trouble the nest, or distress the dear little birds. One day, after she had been away some time, down she ran into the garden to take a peep at the four speckled eggs. Instead of the beautiful eggs, there were only broken, empty shells. “ Oh,” sho said, picking out the pieces, “ the beautiful eggs are all spoiled and broken I” “No, Julia,” said her brother, “they arc not spoiled; the best part of them has taken wings and flown away.” So it is when a child dies —its liH'° body, left behind, is only an empty shell, while its soul, the better part, has taken wings and flown away. JBSy" Base all your actions upon a pdn eiple of right; preserve your integrity of character, and in doing this, never reck on the cost.