id it down with the rest as he said,
in a sweet, low voice--

"'My mother, dear master, says that God's precious Testament is far
before all other possessions.'

"''Tis thine, my Carl!' cried the master, snatching the boy to his
breast. 'The white angel is thine! for there is nothing in the wide,
wide world half so precious as the blessed words of Jesus;' and he
placed the angel in the hands of the trembling boy.

"Kline knit his brows, and gazed with anger and disappointment at the
little Carl; and the rest, seeing him do this, felt themselves
aggrieved; but suddenly the cloud cleared from Kline's face, and rushing
forward, he caught Carl in his arms, crying--'Forgive me, dear Carl! now
I am right glad thou hast won the prize!'

"Ah! the blessed effect of a bright example! Quickly joining hands, the
children danced joyfully around the little Carl, who stood in the midst,
the white angel pressed to his breast, his fair hair falling in curls
on his shoulders, and his blue eyes full of holy tears.

"The good Master Friedrich also wept for joy, and prayed, from the depth
of his pure and simple heart, that Jesus would bless this lesson to the
children's everlasting good. He had turned away that none might perceive
his tears.

"But One in heaven saw them, Master Friedrich."

The story was finished, but no one spoke, for the tears were softly
falling from Charley's eyes; and the rest of the children, with qui
vering lips, were gazing in his face. At last he said, in a low
voice--"What a lovely story! and how sweet and good little Carl was!
Dear mamma! we will all try to be generous and good, as he was; and we
all know what a precious book the Bible is. I love Carl; and I thank
Aunt Fanny and Miss Sarah with all my heart, for writing this beautiful
story about him."

And now all the children, with subdued and tender glances, kissed their
dear mother and Charley, and went quietly to bed, thinking of the dear
little Carl, and wishing softly to each other, that their mother had
thought of asking _them_ to find the "brightest and loveliest and best
thing on earth," for they hoped they should have done just as the dear
Carl did.

THE SECOND LETTER.

HEEDLESS HARRY.

_For Harry._

DEAR HARRY:--I have happened upon an odd story of a heedless namesake of
yours, and as you are a dear head-over-heels little fellow, I think you
will be both amused and instructed by reading it; or at any rate, you
will resolve n