The little boy who assisted him to his seat, replied, “We had rather hear you talk to us, if you please, sir; for we have not seen you for so long a time.”

“True, true, I have been housed up, and it is rare, nowadays, that I walk so far as this.  I’m glad to see you all so well and happy.  If you wish to keep so, be always temperate, and do not neglect your duties.  Whenever conscience whispers to you, ‘I have done my duty,’ you will enjoy the sports allowed you.

“I have now in my mind the memory of an old friend.  It is indeed pleasant to think of him.  He was remarkable for his industry, even when very young; yet at play he was as merry as the merriest of us.  His mind and his heart were in it.  He became a very superior scholar.  Some of you may think that it was because he had superior talents, that he thus excelled in scholarship.  It is true, he had rare talents; but by his industry he made every talent ten talents; and he always exercised his powers for the good of others, for he was benevolent in his disposition.  I am proud to think of him, when in his prime.  Young and old were benefited by his instruction, and he was universally beloved and respected; for he had become a useful preacher of the word of God, and a devoted minister.  His example of industry and perseverance exerted an extensive influence upon others, and changed in some measure the whole face of society in the community in which he lived.”

Many more stories did Uncle Jimmy relate to the children, which I have not time to repeat now.  The afternoon was far spent ere any of them wearied of hearing him; and many a good lesson did they receive, which I trust was as “good seed, sown on good ground.”  I trust my little readers will as readily listen to the counsels of the aged, and as respectfully heed their advice, as did these children.  In this way, you will give promise of becoming wise and good.

The children waited on Uncle Jimmy to his home; and, when they left him, he prayed God to bless them.

THE CHILD’S DREAM OF HEAVEN.

Mother, I dreamed of heaven;
And all around were choirs of angels, singing
Hymns of praise; and children joining hands,
And looking so bright and happy, that I wished
I could be always with them.  And in their midst
The Savior stood and blessed them, saying,
“Suffer little children unto me to come.” 
Then all around were flowers so sweet, dear mother,
That the whole air seemed filled with fragrance, and
The birds were warbling sweetest songs of love. 
The sky was fairer than our sky, dear mother;
And the sunshine seemed more bright; and as it beamed
Upon the angels’ forms, they looked as though
All made of light.  And then I looked for those
That left us, who, you said, had gone to heaven,
To join the angels round the throne of God. 
There I saw sister, and my little brother