NISTERING ANGELS
OURS, LOVED, AND "GONE BEFORE"
OUTWARD MINISTERINGS
BODILY DEFORMITY, SPIRITUAL BEAUTY
THE DEAD CHILD
WATER
BEAUTIFUL, HAPPY, AND BELOVED
"EVERY CLOUD HAS A SILVER LINING"
AN ANGEL OF PATIENCE
THE GRANDFATHER'S ADVICE
A HYMN OF PRAISE
AN ANGEL IN EVERY HOUSE
ANNIE
MOTHER
GREAT PRINCIPLES AND SMALL DUTIES
"OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN"
THE OLD VILLAGE CHURCH
"THE WORD IS NIGH THEE"
AUNT RACHEL
COMETH A BLESSING DOWN
THE DARKENED PATHWAY
LOOK ON THIS PICTURE
THE POWER OF KINDNESS
SPEAK KINDLY
HAVE PATIENCE
DO THEY MISS ME?

WORDS OF CHEER.

AUNT MARY.

A LADY sat alone in her own apartment one clear evening, when the
silver stars were out, and the moon shone pure as the spirit of
peace upon the rebellious earth. How lovely was every outward thing!
How beautiful is God's creation! The window curtains were drawn
close, and the only light in the cheerful room, was given by a
night-lamp that was burning on the mantel-piece. The occupant, who
perhaps had numbered about thirty-five years, was sitting by a small
table in the centre of the room, her head leaning upon one slender
hand; the other lay upon the open page of a book in which she had
endeavoured to interest herself. But the effort had been vain; other
and stronger feelings had overpowered her; there was an expression
of suffering upon the gentle face, over which the tears rained
heavily. For a brief moment she raised her soft blue eyes upward
with an appealing look, then sunk her head upon the table before
her, murmuring,

"Father! forgive me! it is good for me. Give me strength to bear
everything. Pour thy love into my heart, for I am desolate--if I
could but be useful to one human being--if I could make one person
happier, I should be content. But no! I am desolate--desolate. Whose
heart clings to mine with the strong tendrils of affection? Who ever
turns to me for a smile? Oh! this world is so cold--so cold!"

And that sensitive being wept passionately, and pressed her hand
upon her bosom as if to still its own yearnings.

Mary Clinton had met with many sorrows; she was the youngest of a
large family; she had been the caressed darling in her early days,
for her sweetness won every heart to love. She had dwelt in the warm
breath of affection, it was her usual sunshine, and she gave it no
thought while it blessed her; a cold word or look was an unfamiliar
thing