ly
when they were trying to do better.

Another thing the children were taught, was to respect the rights of
property; that is, if Jacky wanted Charlie's top, he was not to take it
without Charlie's leave; and if Emily wanted Sukey's brooch, she must
ask her sister's permission before taking it.

"Oh, how dreadfully strict!" I fancy I hear some of my readers say. Not
at all, dears, it was a mother's kindness to her children; for it took
far more time, and a great deal more trouble to teach them all these
things than it would have done to let them do as they liked. And when
Emily and Mollie and Jack and Charlie and all the others grew up to be
men and women, they thanked God for giving them such a wise mother.

Once a week Mrs. Wesley used to take each of the children into her room,
separately, for a quiet little talk. They each had their own day for
having mother _all to themselves_. Jack had every Thursday, and Saturday
was Charlie's day. So helpful were these little talks with mother, that
years afterwards when Jack had left home, he wrote and asked his mother
if she would spare the same time every Thursday to pray for him.

Before Jacky was eight years old he loved Jesus so much that he wanted
every one to know he meant to be one of His faithful soldiers. So he
asked his father if he might go to the communion, which, you know, is
doing what Christ asked all His followers to do, taking bread and
drinking wine "_in remembrance of Him_." Though Jack was such a little
boy, his father knew, by his conduct, that he meant what he said, and so
he admitted him to the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper. I wish all my
young readers could say, as Jacky could:--

"I am a little soldier,
I'm only eight years old,
I mean to fight for Jesus
And wear a crown of gold.
I know He'll make me happy,
And help me every day,
I'll be His little soldier,
The Bible says I may."

Mrs. Wesley used to have services in her big kitchen on a Sunday night,
for the servants, and the poor people who could not walk all the long
way to church; and little Jack used to sit and listen so attentively,
while his mother told the people how God's Son was put to death on the
cruel cross, to save them from sin, and to gain for them a place in
heaven.

Jack, like many another little boy, had rather a long tongue, indeed, he
was a regular chatterbox. His big brother