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to pine and appear ill, they at last determined to send for a doctor. When Jane knew this she ran away; for her conscience told her that she had neglected and injured the poor babe, and that she deserved the severest punishment. On examining the child, the doctor found that its back was dreadfully injured; and though every means was tried for its recovery, it continued languishing for some weeks in great misery, and then died. Jane was never afterwards heard of in her native town, and I cannot tell my young readers what became of her; but I hope from the characters and TRUE history of these two girls, which they have seen, that they will always remember that "the way of transgressors is hard.”

6 WHAT WILL YOU SAY THEN?" A YOUNG Sandwich Islander, when in America, spent an evening in company with an infidel lawyer, who tried to puzzle him with difficult ques. tions. At length the native said, “I am a poor heathen boy. It is not strange that my blunders in English should amuse you; but soon there will be a larger meeting than this. We shall all be there. They will ask us all one question, namely, • Do you

love the Lord Jesus Christ ?! Now, sir, I think I can say, Yes. What will you say, sir ?” All present were silent. The lawyer proposed that the native youth should pray. He did so, and poured out his heart to God. The lawyer sobbed aloud. When they separated, “ What will you say, sir?” followed the lawyer home, and did not leave him until he was brought to the Saviour.

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EDITOR'S ADDRESS TO HIS DEAR

YOUNG FRIENDS, MY DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS,—Bright blossoming May has again broken over the head of the busy GLEANER and his increasing group of young friends, to whom he again bids a hearty welcome to every kernel his bundle contains.

What a month of promises is this! Thousands upon thousands of gay blossoms cover the trees, each one of them promising us an apple, or a pear, or a cherry, or a plum, or some other acceptable fruit. But, alas! what testing days and nights are before these now bright blossoms : how many of them will be nipped off by chilling nights, dried up by scorching heat, devoured by destructive insects, or in some other way perish between this time and autumn! If the blossoms could be counted in the spring, and the fruit counted in the autumn, it would furnish my young readers with a huge subtraction sum, leaving an immense quotient against the blossom numbers. Dear young friends, this is your age of bloom; you, many of you, promise well; your dear friends are ready to say about you, as Lamech did about Noah, This same shall comfort us ing our work and toil of our hands.” What bright hopes do children give to their loving parents; but, alas! the freezing, scorching, hlighting influences of temptation often so destroy these fair prospects, that many a young man and young woman has wetted the cheeks of loving friends with the brine of bitter disappointment. Dear young friends, shun the path of temptation; seek only such associates and modes of spending your time as your parents approve.

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Do not give your blooming branches to the evil influences of tap-rooms, immoral books, lying romances, gay society, extravagance, or idleness. May my dear young readers bear in actual after good conduct all the fruit that fair blossoms have promised, and that fond wishes and hopes of anxious parents have desired! That you should never be carried away by the lies and unscriptural ceremonies of a ritualistic religion, nor by the daring reasoning of doubting rationalists, nor by the broad-road gaieties and idleness and follies of this sad age, is my hearty desire, and the desire of all your real friends; and I shall count the GLEANER of real value if God shall only make it a means of moral good amongst the young ; and this I am persuaded many can witness it has already been made.

But blooming, promising May reminds me of another solemn thing. What thousands of bright blossoms—dear blooming boys and girls -promising well to ripen into mellow age, are cut off by disease ere the brightness and hilarity of youth has passed. Dear young friend, your living hand takes hold of the May number of the GLEANER, but ere the June number is issued that hand may be a dead hand in the tomb. And if it sbould be so, where, oh, where, would your undying soul be? Are you prepared for eternity? It is but a few days since I got a note from one of our Wiltshire readers, in which he tells of one of my constant readers taken into eternity after but a few days' illness; and it is but a short time since a young girl in a Bedfordshire village roused her parents in the night; she was taken ill, and ere the sun rose she was a corpse, and her soul had heard its final doom. A week or two since, a man from this

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neighbourhood was walking in the streets of London with a friend, who, observing him stagger, caught him, and found he had fallen dead into

Oh, how slender is the thread that ties your soul to the body; how soon it may snap, and death must either take you in a moment to everlasting despair or everlasting glory!

Oh, think of your latter end, dear young reader. The highest joy and the richest hire the GLEANER seeks is the salvation of his readers. “ Ye must be born again." Sin must be forsaken here, or it will sink you to hell hereafter. Jesus must be sought and found through faith before you die, or you can never be saved. “He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved, but he that believeth not shall be damned.” Dear seeking reader, “ Fear not ye, for I know ye

seek Jesus, that was crucified.” “Seek, and ye shall find” is the faithful promise of that blessed Jesus who is truth itself, and cannot lie. I have reason to believe the Lord owns the truths contained in the LITTLE GLEANER and in the SOWER, to the awakening souls from death, and leading them to the Lamb of God for salvation. In a village called Sutton, about eight miles from where I am writing, a dear young girl has just passed into eternity, who had not been brought up under the sound of the truth, but had been a constant reader of the LITTLE GLEANER. On ber dying bed, her whole soul was filled with longings for Jesus, and often did she exclaim, “ I know I must have Jesus, or I shall perish !” and when asked what was the means of showing her her need of Jesus, she said, " Reading the LITTLE GLEANER.” And ere she left the world, though she had no such bright deliverance as we looked

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