n, and the clouds were
gorgeously tinted with his parting rays. Some of them were of a rich
golden hue, and others were dyed with rosy light. It was an
exceedingly beautiful sunset, and Willie, who loved all nature, gazed
for some time in silent admiration. Then, looking up to his
grandmother's face, and pointing to the west,

"See, grandmother," said he, "what a beautiful home Charley has!"

[Illustration: Willie was one day sitting with his grandmother by the
open window.]

Charley was Willie's little brother, whom the angels had taken from
earth, and carried to live with Jesus.

He thought Charley must have felt lonely when he first went to heaven;
but, as he would say, "now he has got acquainted, he is very happy."

Sometimes Willie would ask his mother, "Would you be lonesome without
me, mother?" It was always a pleasant thought to him that he might
early die and go to Jesus.

Willie liked to look at the blue sky. Perhaps it was because he
thought it was Charley's home. He watched every evening for the moon,
with her silvery light, and for the twinkling stars.

At one time, a cousin of his called to see him. He brought a basket
with him. Raising the cover, he said--

"Willie, come, look in my basket."

Willie came as requested.

"Oh! I know what it is! It is a rabbit for me!"

So it was. George opened the basket, and out jumped a white rabbit,
with pink eyes. It was a beautiful animal. Willie capered with
delight. He had a live plaything, and it pleased him more than the
velocipede, or his blocks, or any of his toys.

Willie said he loved his cousin George for bringing him the rabbit,
and his cousin Walter for sending it to him. They were happy because
they had made him so happy.

Not long after this rabbit was added to Willie's amusements, very sad
tidings came to the home of George and Walter. It was said that Willie
was dead. It seemed scarcely possible--for it was only a few days
since he had sent a message of love to them.

Some member of the family immediately went to town, and called on
Willie's father. It was indeed true that Willie was not there! He had
gone to be with the angels. God had heard his prayer. Heaven was a
better, safer, happier place for him than even his pleasant home, with
his fond parents, and he was taken "right up there," as he wished, to
be with Charley.

Saturday evening Willie went to his bed in apparent health. Sabbath
morning he complained of not feeling entirely