WILLIE IN HEAVEN:

"They tell me in a sunny land Our Willie is at play; And with him is a happy band Of children, good and gay. "They say their shining robes of white Are free from spot or stain; That there, where it is never night, They feel no grief or pain. "But Willie shunned the stranger's face, When he was with us here; And in that new, though lovely place, He will be sad, I fear. "He'll miss me,—though the fields are fair, His bright eyes will grow dim; He has no little sister there; O let me go to him!" "Our Willie is not sad, my child; For in that heavenly home There dwells the blessed Saviour mild, Who bids the children come. "He loves them with a purer love, A holier, than ours; And leads them in the fields above, Where spring undying flowers. "If no ungentle words you speak, No wicked actions do, And if, with every day, you seek To be more kind and true, "Then, by our darling Willie's side, And joined in heart and hand, Forevermore shall you abide, Among the angel band."

THE ANGELS.

"Where are the angels, mother? Though you have often said They watched at night around me, And safely kept my bed; "Though every night I listen Their voices low to hear, Yet I have never heard them,— Where are they, mother dear? "And when the silver moonshine Fills all my room with light, And when the stars are shining, So countless and so bright. "I hope to see them coming, With their fair forms, to me; Yet I have never seen them,— Mother, where can they be? "I saw a cloud, this evening, Red with the setting sun; It was so very lovely, I thought it might be one. "But when it faded slowly, I knew it could not be, For they are always shining; Why come they not to me?" "My child, when through your window Shines down the moonlight clear,— When all is still and silent, And no kind friend is near,— "Are you not glad and happy, And full of thoughts of love? Do you not think of heaven. That brighter land above? "These thoughts the angels bring you; And though the gentle tone Of their sweet voices comes not When you are all alone; "Yet they are always leaving, For earth, their homes on high; And though you cannot see them, You feel that they are nigh."

THE CHILDHOOD OF JESUS.

Of the childhood of our Saviour

Tells one simple verse alone;

Yet from that his whole behavior

When he was a child, is known.

He was subject to his mother,

So the holy Scriptures say;

'Tis enough, we need no other

Record of him day by day.

Thus we, his obedience knowing,

Know how gentle and how mild,—

How in truth and goodness growing

Was our Saviour from a child.

Little children, who endeavor

Like the blessed One to be,

As you try, remember ever

How obedient was he.

If, like Jesus pure and holy,

You your parents' will obey,

You will grow more meek and lowly,

And more like him, every day.