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poor Sandy every day went working | pocket ? ” and with great triumph he or begging for just enough to keep drew out a piece of dry ginger-bread alive Janet and himself and old Jack and a mouldy orange. the parrot, who, I forgot to tell you, Janet gave a little cry of pleasure, came over the sea with them, and had and the parrot twisted his green been their very dearest friend since head and croaked, “ Jack wants a their mother died. There is one cracker." more thing I should tell you, and “I know it,” cried Sandy, in an that is, that poar Janet, coming down injured tone. “Of course you do; the dark, broken stairs, about two | you always do. Didn't I give you months before, had fallen and half my supper last night? Why

8 rained her leg badly, and as there can't you be cheerful, and give us 1 was no one to help the forlorn little one good hurrah?” and, Sandy open

girl with nice liniments and ban- ing the cage door, Jack camo dages, she had suffered very much, scrambling to the floor. “Dance, and had been a pining little prisoner Jackie,” cried Sandy; and Jack ever since. The days were very long lifted gingerly first one claw, then and lonely while Sandy was away, 1 the other, and ended with a great for Jack would only be sociable when flutter and attempt at a courtesy. he pleased, and when he was hungry | “Good !” cried Sandy, critically. would sulk from morning till night. “Now, hurrah, Colonel ! " So poor Janot would drag herself to s “Hurrah!” croaked Jack, in a the window and look out for hours; I hoarse, shrill tone, and filled the and here it was one day that she saw breast of his little master and misMiriam, the little Jew girl, who lived tress with ecstacy. one story lower down, and was quite “There never was such a cunning ar stocratic on that account, wear a bird,” said Sandy, admiringly. “Ho gay little pink gingham apron that could talk just as good as folks, if Janet thought was the prettiest one he had a mind too;" and Janet gave she ever saw in her life. “If I only him half the ginger-bread. had one,” thought Janet, “I should So these little children for a while be perfectly happy."

forgot all their troubles, and were ; All day long the little girl thought really merry, till Jack, after some

of it, and when Sa'dy came home, insult to his dignity, retired sulkily toward night, she told him of it to his perch, and would play no eagerly, with tears in her eyes. “The more. sweetest aprun I ever saw, Sandy ; Then Janet heaved a long sigh, just the colour of a rose.”

and remembered the apron. “You shall have one just like it, “Oh, Sandy, I'm so lonely all day as soon as I grow to be a man," cried while you're gone; and if I only had Sandy.

the pretty pink apron, I could play Janet looked grievously disap I was queen, and when I got tired I pointed. “I shall be dead before could spread it on the bed, and have that,” she sobbed.

nice dreams about sunsets and "Oh! stop that,” cried Sandy, in roses.” gruff distress, as he looked at her Sandy looked troubled. "If I thin, white cheeks. Then, catching only could earn money, Janet! but up her slight figure, he added, con nice people won't trust me, because I solingly to himself, "She's such a look like a vagabond ; and I get such mite, and they've got so much to do | mean little coppers for running my in that big other world, they'll forget | legs off, that I can't but just keep to send for her. Come, Janet,” he you and Jack from starving." cried more briskly, "cheer up! what “Oh! I know it was too much," do you suppose I have got in my said Janet, with a long sigh ; "I knew I could never have a pink | Jew girl had plenty of clothes, and apron."

would never miss it, but just havo The colour flushed Sandy's face. a new one to-morrow."

Poor, sick little sister-the only “ But,” said Janet, uneasily, thing he cared for in all the world! | "won't thieves have to go to There was a long pause, while the some dreadful place when they grey seemed to fall out of the sky die?” into the room, and then Sandy walked “Well, now,” said Sandy, unirresolutely to the window. "He had dauntedly, settling himself upon an scarcely looked out when he caught old pail, “ I'll tell you what I think sight of the identical pink apron about it. I don't think "Our fluttering just below, and ho ex Father,' as you call Him, has ever i. claimed, oxcitedly,

been much of a father to us. We're "I declare, if she hasn't been always had to scratch around the washing it, and hung it right out on best way we could for ourselves. the frame!"

Now, my notion is, that He's a sort " It is the very one," cried Janet, of grand policeman, very strong, with devouring eyes. “I can almost and with very sharp eyes, and Fhen touch it with my hand.”

Ho scos any one doing anything As she spoke, an idea flashed into wrong, He springs on 'em, and shuts Sandy's mind.

'em up somewhere. But, Janet, In " Yes," he muttered to himself, the greatest fellow to dodge you ever “it isn't far. How careful she's saw just as slippery as an eal. pinned it on, to be sure, and tied the There isn't an old *Buttons' on this string round and round. But I street that I haven't dodged over and think I can get it. Just wait till it's over; and I guess when the right darker, and I'll fasten my knife to a time comes I can dodge again, and stick, and get astride of the window slip up to heaven somehow. Then seat, and I think-yes, I'm sure I my plan is to hide around for a time, could fetch her. Cut the strings on and when they find me at last, they top, give her a pull to the side, and won't think it worth while to turn off she'll come, and the little Jew me out." girl will think the wind blow it away. Janet was lost in admiration of all Janot,” cried he aloud, “you shall this wisdom. have the pink apron.”

“But," added Sandy, "you're a “Hurrah, hurrah!” screamed girl, and not up to dodges, and perJack, waking from a doze.

haps, to make a safe thing of it, “What can you mean, Sandy?”. you'd better be good.” said Janet, eagerly.

An hour afterwards, with great I'm going to hook it in for you peril, the gay little apron was drago just as soon as it's a little darker, ged through the window, and at fint and there comes a row in the streets, Janet laughed with pleasure as she so the policemen will be too busy to put it over her rags. But before long be looking up."

she grew very sober. Janet looked dismayed, and the "Sandy," said she, suddenly, glow faded from her cheeks.

" where is Cod?" “ Don't you remember, Our “Up in the sky somewhere, I've Father,' Sandy?" she faltered. heard," said Sandy, “but I don't

“Oh, the one mother used to tell know what holds Him." us about sometimes !” said Sandy, a “Can Ho see in here?" little dashed; “well, I think I could “Maybe so." explain it all to Him ; how you were “Well, please pin the quilt up sick, and maybe would die if you the window," said she, with her little didn't have the arron; and how the lips trembling. “Some way, I dou!

want to have Him see me with the | think, Janet ? Actually dodged an pink apron on.”

old coat with one arm most torn It grew darker. The lead had out!” certainly fallen out of the sky into Janet tried to laugh, but it didn't that little room. Janet played sound very merry, and they were "queen” but a very short time, and very still a long time, till Jack broko found no pleasure in it; and then, the silence with the most dismal of with a perplexed, disappointed face, croaks. she folded the apron carefully and “Oh, Sandy,' said Janet, drearily, put it under the pillow.

I meant to have told you, I think Sandy, too, was ill at ease.

Jack is sick. He sulks all day with “ Hurrah, Jackie," cried he, his head down in his neck, and "just once before we go to bed ;" | he won't say a word. If he would but Jack only sunk his head lower only hurrah just once, I know we'd in his feathers, and croaked like a all feel better.” feeble old man in pain.

“Jackie, old fellow, I'm afraid Then they were all very still a you're growing rheumatic;” and long time, an age it seemed to Sandy, Sandy tried to stir him up, but Jack till he couldn't stand it any longer. only gave a faint croak, and half

“Janet,” he called, "are you closed his filmy eyes. “Maybe ho asleep?"?

don't get enough to eat, poor fellow ! "Oh, no,” sighed she.

I'd hate to have him die, because "Well, I feel very queer. I he was mother's bird,” said Sandy, believe I'm sorry I sto-took the wiping his eyes. “But what a spoon pink apron."

I'm gotting to be ! Come now, A week passed by, and Sandy and | Jack," said he, breaking into a Janet had never been so unhappy lively whistle. “Dance your horntogether.

pipe, and to-morrow I'll bring you "Everything seems wrong, some à cracker as big as your head." way,” said Sandy, coming in one day | But Jack's claws seemed glued to at noon, and throwing his old cap on his perch, the floor.

"It's no use,” said Sandy, gloomily. “I haven't had a decent errand in | “Everything goes wrong. Why ever so long. Every one looks cross don't you play with your apron, at me, and calls me thief and beggar; | Janet?" and they might as well say coward Janet hesitated. “It's too pretty too, for, Janet, you can't think how | to play with every day,” said she at queer I'm getting to be. Promise me last, but she didn't tell him that it never to tell.”

had been laid away three whole days "Never,” said Janet.

in the little bare closet, and Janet "Well, then, really I don't like I didn't think of roses and sunsets any to be out after dark;" and he laughed more when she looked at it. an unoasy laugh. “I'm all the time Sandy looked at her doubtfully a thinking something is behind me, minute; then, muttering something and I jump, and think I must dodge about getting an errand to do, he somewhere."

went heavily out of the room, and Janet came close to him, looking heavily, heavily down the stairs. apprehensively over her shoulder. The lodgers he passed on the way

"And then I can't think what looked up with surprise to see only possesses all the old clothes. They Sandy; they thought it was some carry on as if they were going into one with a heavy load, and if they nits; and last night I thought an old could have borrowed angels' eyes policeman was shaking his fist at they would have seen they were not me and I dodged. What do you so much mistaken. They would

have seen the saddest sight-a little | made a mistake about something I boy carrying a grown-up sin.

thought I'd got fixed all right02, It was a beautiful day, and Sandy Janet ! I am very unhappy." thought, he would go over to the “Why, what is it, Sandy?” cried lovely gardens that lie between the Janet, forgetting Jackie, in a deeper Old and New Town, and see the happy | sympathy. people walking there, and perhaps "Well,” began Sandy, with an he might pick up some cast-away effort, “I'll tell you all about it. flowers to bring home to Janet. But When I was crossing over to the on the way Sandy came across some New Town, I saw something in very thing that made him more unhappy | big letters on the side of the bridge, still. Before I tell you about it, and I asked a man what it was. He however, I must first explain that in was laughing at first, but he gter this good city of Edinburgh you will very sober when he read it to me: often see verses from the Bible • Prepare to meet thy God.' Then printed in great big letters, and I said, Please, sir, when is le pasted on the walls and fences wher coming, and does it mean me?' ever the crowd is greatest. So that | But he was in a great hurry, and sometimes, right in the midst of wouldn't wait to hear me. So I advertisements telling you where to went on, and pretty soon on a Fall get the best coats and hats, you will | I saw some more big letters, and I read where to buy the “pearl of | did not dare ask what it was, but I great price;” or while, before some heard a woman reading it to her flaming handbill, you are hesitating little girl — Prepare to meet the whether to go to the concert or God.' theatre, you will see close by-"In " Then I began to feel a little God's presence there is fulness of joy, | frightened, but I went on, and just at his right hand there are pleasures before I came to the gardens I saw for evermore." And you cannot think more big lotters on a house. I began how solemn and real the words look, to know 'em now, but I hoped it was printed right out on some great stone something else, and I was staring pago; very different from where they away at 'em, when a little boy came lie half asleep, as it were, between along with a beautiful, bright, plaid the red covers of your little Bible. kilt, and such clean, white knees It seems as if they were really meant above his pretty stockings. I kner for you, and were sent to you from he was a rich boy and could read, so heaven that very day.

I said to him very careless, 'So there But what happened to Sandy I am is going to be a show to-night, is going to leave for himself to tell. there?' and I pointed to the big

It was quite dark when he came words. First he grew very red, then clambering back to hio little attic, he said, 'Oh, maybe you can't read, and Janot was sobbing dismally in a poor little boy,' and he began very corner.

slow, • Prepare Never mind, “Oh, Sandy,” she exclaimed, “I I said, for I couldn't bear to hear it am afraid Jackie is dead!”.

again, “but tell me, what does it "Well, he's better off than I am, mean?' •Mother would tell you so then,” said Sandy, gloomily, as he well,' said he, a little troubled, but looked in the cage where poor Jack, I suppose it means that everybody, a little heap of rumpled feathers, and you and I, must meet God when seemed too feeble for even a croak. we die, and we must try and be

“Don't you know what to do for very good, so we won't be afraid him?” said Janet, anxiously.

when he sends for us, but will be all “No, I don't know that, and I'm ready to go up and stand before Him afraid I don't know anything. I've in heaven.'

"Oh, is that all ?' said I, and I, “But one string is cut,” said felt a great deal better, and I told | Janet. him about my plan, and how I meant Sandy mused. “Janet,” cried he to dodge. But oh, Janet, he told me at last, in a quivering voice, “it's that it was our souls that went up to very hard, but I'll do it. I've earned "God, and souls couldn't dodge. Be one penny to-day, and I'll take the

sides, God was everywhere, and if penny and the apron, and tell the - they turned right away from Him, little Jew girl all about it, and

and went like lightning ever so far, give her the penny to buy a new when they got there God would be

string.” there before 'em, and it would be “But,” said Janet, anxiously, just running into his arms.”

“won't she say you're a thief, and "Oh!” said Janet, in a tone of have you taken up, and ---" awe.

“I can't help it,” said Sandy, ex"Then I said, 'Are you afraid, citedly. “Some way it seems as if Little boy?' and he smiled SO it was right. Suppose God should pleasant.

take me up to-night! Oh, Janet, "Oh, no; mother says God loves I'm going to get ready right away. little children, and carries the lambs I shall try, oh, how I shall try to be in his bosom.""

good !” “Oh! how sweet,” said sobbing "And I too,” cried Janet. little Janet.

“Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah !” "But that means good children, I screamed a shrill voice that brought suppose ? " said Sandy, tremulously, Sandy and Janet to their feet. There "and we-oh, Janet, God may send | was a great stir in the old wooden for us any time, for the whole city cage, and they rushed to the bars. 19 full of those dreadful words! What But, alas ! it was Jackie's last effort,

and he already lay upon his back, , "Try to get ready, Sandy,” said with his poor legs growing stiff in the Janet, solemnly.

air. “Yes, I want to." said Sandy, "Well, he hurrahed once more. eagerly, “but how shall we begin ? Dear, dear old Jack,” said Sandy, I suppose the first thing is— " the big tears rolling down his cheeks. "The apron !cried Janet.

Janet kissed the dim feathers. "Yes; give it to me this minute, “And I shall always believe,” she and I'll fasten it on the frame, and sobbed, “that he knew it was right the little Jew girl will never know to take back the apron!” where it has been."

shall we do ?”


Our readers will remember that , down of his health, has continued to ais famous city was the centre of the | preach the Gospel in this seat of idolagreat Indian Mutiny in 1857. The try and superstition. His success mission which had visited them for has been great. God has been pleased 30 years was then destroyed, and the to bless his word, and seven churches wo missionaries, Messrs. Mackay and have sprung into sixteen in the city -Valayat Ali, were martyred for the and its suburbs. We propose to ruth. On the suppression of the give a few extracts from the recent nutiny, in 1859, the Rev. Jas. Smith letters of Mr. Smith, which will give osumed the work, and with one in a clear idea of the extent of his erruption, occasioned by the break- | labours, of the varied agency in ope

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