thoughtful, and my teacher, as well as myself, hopes her mind was turned to the Lord, for she prayed for mercy, and to have her sins forgiven. We hope Anna is gone to heaven. When Anna died, I asked myself if I was prepared for death, and I thought of those words, "Watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come." Again I desire you to pray for me, that I may glorify my heavenly Father by bearing much fruit. Dear friend, I pray for you. From your affectionate child, Berhampore, March, 2, 1846. SUBA. The above was translated and forwarded by the wife of one of the General Baptist Missionaries in Orissa, East Indies, who says:— "The little girl who has written this note is about thirteen years old. She was baptized at the beginning of last year. Her piety is of a high order. She takes great delight in reading the word of God, and conversing on spiritual things. She is deeply interested in the spiritual welfare of her companions. When little Anna was taken sick, she came to me in tears, and said, mother, do you talk to Anna about her soul? Oh! how sad it would be if she should die and go to hell.” British children in our families and schools, do you not see that if you neglect to seek and love the Saviour, poor black children from heathen lands will rise up in the judgment to condemn you! And thus those solemn words of our Lord will be fulfilled :- "And I say unto you, That many shall come from the east and west, and shall sit down with Abraham, and Isaac, and Jacob, in the kingdom of heaven. But the children of the kingdom shall be cast out into outer darkness; there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth." Very much afraid we are that this will be the case with many of you. For how few young people do we hear of now-a-days who are remembering their Creator in the days of their youth, or listening to his inviting voice, who says, "I love them that love me; and they that seek me early shall find me." Wilt thou not then from this time cry unto him, "My Father, thou shalt be the guide of my youth!" LIFE AND EARLY DEATH OF P. A. E. P. A. E. was born in Lincolnshire, on the 10th of March, 1833; and died, August 27, 1845. His disposiand was peculiarly amiable, and many instances of his kindness and generosity are remembered by his sorrowing friends, and it is with the hope that other dear children may try to imitate him in what was worthy of imitation that this memorial is written. When very young, he loved to repeat little hymns, and to retire for secret prayer, and has often been overheard, when alone, praying that his sins might be forgiven. On one occasion, while at play, he unfortunately swallowed a button. He was greatly alarmed, thinking he should die: his agony soon became intense; he went to his own room, fell on his knees, and with his eyes streaming with tears, and his face hidden in his hands, repeated that beautiful verse of Dr. Watts "Lord, at thy feet ashamed I lie; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book." He was so greatly distressed, that it was with difficulty he was pacified. At length, being told that the great God is always ready to forgive when we are sorry for our sins, he became calm. The button did him no injury. During these early years of his life, an elder sister was the teacher of the younger branches of the family, and it was her custom before beginning the business of the day, to sing a hymn and engage in prayer. One morning, having a friend to spend a few hours with her in the school-room, she told the children to get to their lessons. Little P. looked imploringly in her face, and said, "Sister, ashamed of Jesus!" It was enough; the reproof was felt-the usual exercises were gone through, and proved unusually interesting. But time passed on, and it soon became necessary for him to go from home to school. He became a weekly boarder in a neighbouring establishment, where his affectionate disposition endeared him to all his schoolfellows. He formed little prayer-meetings among them, and many interesting accounts the dear boy used to bring home of their meetings at school. Although intelligent and well-informed, he was modest and retiring, never seeking to attract attention, or put himself forward. The answers he gave to questions put to him were often very striking, and sometimes amusing from their shrewdness; and the questions he asked were no less remarkable, as displaying great thoughtfulness and intelligence in one so young. He was the principal in the play-ground, and his school-fellows were always glad to have him for a companion in their sports. Whatever sweetmeats or fruit he possessed they were always shared among them. But life is uncertain, and sickness overtook P., quickly blighted the roses on his cheeks, and confined him to his bed. A raging fever deprived him of reason he no longer knew his parents, and would exclaim in a voice of anguish, "Take me to my own dear mother; let me go home-to my own home." It was painful to stand by his bed and see the alteration a few short days had made in the appearance of this lately blooming and beautiful child to hear his tones of distress, and mark the supplicating expression of his sweet face. During a lucid interval he exclaimed, "Oh, mother, I will wait upon you all when I get well; how kind you are." At another time he said, "He is going out, (meaning for a visit,) but I am going to a much better place than he is." The last day of his life he was sensible, and being asked if he loved Jesus, replied, "I hope I do," and added, "Heaven is my home; I want to be there." His mother said, My love, you are going home-you are going to heaven; you will be very happy there, and will feel no pain." He repeated, "No pain.” She then bent to kiss him, and said, "You have little brothers in heaven, and we must all try and come to you." He put his emaciated arms around her neck, and said emphatically, "Oh! do, do; all come." Soon after 66 66 he pointed to the top of his bed, and said, “See! see! what beautiful children!" He was asked where, and replied, Oh! there are so many, you must see them." During all his illness his sufferings were very considerable, but this day it was painful indeed to behold his agony, it was so great; and yet while talking to him of heaven he was perfectly quiet. A short time before he died, seeing his little sister enter the room, he said, "Is that you J- ; come and kiss She kissed him, and saw him no more, for shortly after he obtained release from his sufferings, and "fell asleep in Jesus." me.' During his short life little P. was universally beloved, and amiable in no common degree; but he was not free from faults, and could he have foreseen that his life would so soon close, he would doubtless have been much more anxious to correct his failings. Young readers, are you indulging in any sinful habits? if so, pray to God to enable you to overcome them; endeavour to cultivate a spirit of meekness and forbearance; be obedient to your parents, and if you have brothers' and sisters' be anxious to oblige them; never treat them unkindly, try to subdue every evil passion, and (if you have not begun already), begin now to prepare for eternity. You may be healthy, your cheeks may be fresh and blooming, you may be nimble and active, full of life and spiritsbut remember the young and vigorous are liable to disease and death. A short time ago the subject of this memoir was as active and healthy as any of you now are. But he is laid in the silent grave, and his once agile form has become food for worms. Since then, you know not how much more time you may have to spend on earth-"Seek ye the Lord while He may be found." "Let this vain world engage no more, Behold the gaping tomb, It bids you seize the present hour, To-morrow death may come." LINES ON THE DEATH OF P. A. E. YES! thou art gone; no earthly power could save Why should the summons of the grave arrest Although the form we loved is 'neath the ground, |