Christ's love for them is so great that if they will but
come and accept of his salvation, it shall be freely theirs. She wants
to tell the poor, weary pilgrims, who have been walking hundreds of
miles with stones in their shoes, that the blessed Jesus will accept
them without money, without price, without any of these painful
journeys,--that they have only to lay their load of sin upon him, and he
will carry it for them."

Josey's tears ceased to flow, and he listened with almost breathless
interest.

"Do you want to keep Aunt Fanny from telling them this?" mamma asked.
"Do you want them to go on worshipping those senseless idols, which can
neither see, nor hear, nor understand?"

With a great sob Josey answered,

"No, mamma, I love her dearly, dearly; but I'll let Jesus have her.
He'll know then how I love him."

With a gush of tears, she folded him to her heart. When they were more
calm, she urged him to return to the parlor.

"Pretty soon I will," he said softly, "And oh, mamma, if you'll please
let me sit up an hour later every night till she--I mean, till we're all
alone. Now I'm going to write her a letter."

My little reader, would you like to read it, and see how our dear Josey
showed his love to his Saviour? how he tried to obey the rule, "My
little children let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed
and in truth?" It was this:

"My dear, darling Aunt Fanny:

"I've been thinking a great deal about you, and once I said
I couldn't let you go away; but I'm willing now. I know I
shall miss you dreadfully. And it makes me cry to think how
I shall want to hear you pray by my bed, every night; but
I'll tell you why I'm willing. You know I'm trying to be a
Christian child, and I do hope the dear Saviour has pardoned
my sins; so I want to show Him that I really thank Him for
it, and to-night, I said to myself, 'I have nothing to give
Jesus, to show him my love, but my dear, dear aunty. I do
hope it will show the heathen a little, that I love them,
and want to be kind to them. When you get there, will you
please tell them a little boy gave his aunt to the Saviour,
so that they may learn the way to heaven.

"When I am a man, I hope I shall be a missionary, too; and
perhaps then God will let me see you and Uncle James again.

"Your little nephew,