Here was a little one encouraged to come to Jesus by thinking of the interest he feels in children.

“Doesn’t He Love to Save?” A mother had just tucked her little boy in bed, and had received his good-night kisses.  She lingered awhile, at his bedside, to speak to him about Jesus, and to see if he was feeling right toward him.  He was a good, obedient boy, but that day he had done something that grieved his mother.  He had expressed his sorrow for it, and asked his mother’s forgiveness.  As she stooped down for the last kiss, he said—­“Is it all settled, mother?”

“Yes, my child,” she said, “it’s all settled with me; but have you settled it all with Jesus?” “Yes, mother:  I’ve asked him to forgive me:  and I believe him when he says he will; for doesn’t he love to help and save children?” “He does, my child, he does,” said his mother, as she gazed on his happy little face, lighted up with the joy of that gospel, so often hidden from the wise and prudent, but revealed to babes.

Here we see how this little fellow was encouraged to seek Jesus from the assurance that he feels an interest in children, and loves to help and bless them.

“Love Leads to Love.”  A little boy named Charley stood at the window with his mother one morning, watching the robins as they enjoyed their morning meal of cherries from the tree near their house.  “Mother,” said Charley, “How the birdies all love father.”

“They do,” said his mother, “but what do you suppose is the reason that the birdies love your father?”

This question seemed to set Charley to thinking.  He did not answer at first, but presently he said, “Why mother all the creatures seem to love father.  My dog is almost as glad to see him as to see me.  Pussy, you know, always comes to him, and seems to know exactly what he is saying.  Even the old cow follows him around the meadow, and the other day I saw her licking his hand, just as a dog would.  I think it must be because father loves them.  You know he will often get up and give pussy something to eat; and he pulls carrots for the cow, and pats her; and somehow I think his voice never sounds so sweet as when he is talking to these dumb creatures.”

“I think his voice is very pleasant when he is talking to his little boy,” said his mother.

Charley smiled, and said, “That’s so, mother.  Father loves me, and I love him dearly.  But he loves the birdies too I am sure.  He whistles to them every morning when they are eating their cherries, and they don’t seem a bit afraid of him, although he is near enough to catch them.  Mother I wish everything loved me as they do father.”

“Do as father does, Charley, and they will.  Love all things and be kind to them.  Don’t kick the dog, or speak roughly to him.  Don’t pull pussy’s tail, nor chase the hens, nor try to frighten the cow.  Never throw stones at the birds.  Never hurt nor tease anything.  Speak gently and lovingly to them and they will love you, and everybody that knows you will love you too.”