A SUNDAY-SCHOOL ANECDOTE.

A LITTLE boy belonging to a Sabbath-school was taken by an uncle and some others to walk, after the school was over. The uncle, who was a careless, wicked man, was anxious to buy something for the child; but little William knew it was the Sabbath, and he had been told how improper it was to buy or sell on the Sabbath-day. "Come, Billy," said he, "I'll buy you something; some apples, or fruit of some kind : Aunt Mary's not here, and she'll not know anything about it." "Ah! but, uncle," said the boy, "if Aunt Mary does not see it, God sees it, and it's very wicked."

CONSCIENCE.

THERE'S an odd little voice ever speaking within, That prompts us to duty and warns us from sin; And, what is most strange, it will make itself heard, Though it gives not a sound and says never a word.

It is sure to upbraid if we tell but a lie,
Nor will let the least evil pass silently by ;
Nor is it less slow to commend than reprove,
But praises each action of goodness and love.

'Tis the voice of the Lord that is whispering thus, 'Tis our Father is speaking in mercy to us, Who, knowing our proneness to wander astray, Seeks thus to incline us His laws to obey.

Oh, then, let me listen with rev'rence and awe
To this Voice of my God, as my guide and my law;
Obey the stern watchman that's guarding within,
To warn me of danger, temptation, and sin.

May conscience and I live together in peace,
My awe of my honest companion increase,
That I may refuse not its bidding to do,
Whate'er it denounces or bids me pursue.
From" Rhymes Worth Remembering."

A GOOD PRAYER.

A LITTLE African was one day heard to pray thus: "Lord Jesus, my heart bad too much; me want to love you, me want to serve you; but my bad heart will not let me. Lord Jesus, me can't make me good. Take away dis bad heart, give me new heart! Lord Jesus,

me sin ebery day. Forgive my sin. Lord Jesus, let me sin no more!"

"Ask, and it shall be given you."

A CHILD'S INFLUENCE.

ONE evening when all were silent, little Mary looked anxiously into the face of her backsliding father, who had ceased to pray in his family, and said, "Papa, is God dead?"

"No, my child-why do you ask that?”

"Why, papa, you never talk to Him now as you used to do."

These words haunted the father until he was mercifully reclaimed.