A few hours before his death, he looked up to his mother and said: 

“Do you remember my gold dollar?”

“Yes, my son; but we had better not think of that now.”

“But mother,” said George, “I want you to give it to the missionaries, and my shillings too, and all the pennies.  Give it all to the missionaries.”

George died, and I trust has gone to heaven.  His desire to do good was no doubt acceptable and pleasing to God.  He could not receive here the reward God has promised to those who give to the poor, but in another world his heavenly Father can most richly recompense him.  The sum contributed by the dying child was not large, but it was all he had.

In the same town lived a little girl, whose father was a clergyman.  One after another of his dear ones were taken from him.  A precious babe of seventeen months, a sweet prattler of three years, and another of five, were called to leave this world and grow up with the angels in heaven.  Then this child of eleven must go too—­the fourth out of that family circle within one short month!  She had been a follower of the Saviour for three years, and had thought much of the condition of the heathen, who have no knowledge of the way of salvation through Christ.  She hoped, if she lived, to become a missionary herself, and teach them about the true God and his son Jesus Christ.

She was ill nearly three weeks, but she was not unhappy.  She did not fear to die.  The Saviour, whom she loved, was near her, to walk with her through the valley of the shadow of death, and his rod and staff—­they comforted her.  She knew that her beloved parents would soon join her in the heavenly world, when they all together should enjoy the immediate presence of their Lord.  She looked forward cheerfully and joyfully, to the glorious immortality upon which she was so soon to enter.  When dying, she exclaimed, “It is all dark here, but I shall soon be where it is light.  I shall be with my heavenly Father, and the blessed Saviour, and all the good people.”

One of this child’s last requests was, that her dollar—­the only money she possessed—­should be sent to a missionary society to buy Testaments for heathen children.

These children’s offerings, small though they are, are yet precious gifts cast into the treasury of our Lord.  Their influence will never cease.  Many souls may be converted through the truth these “two mites” may be the means of teaching.

[Illustration]

“BLESS GOD FOR THIS DOLL.”

When Mary Wilson was about five years old, her aunt Ann came from a distant place to make her mother a visit.  She was fond of children, and often talked and played with her little niece, and assisted her in making dresses for her doll.  This gratified Mary, and made her love her more and more, as we always love those who are kind to us.

Mary’s doll was not pretty, but she liked it very much, and took good care of it.  She always undressed it at night, before she went to bed, and put on a nice white night-gown her mother had made for it; and in the morning she would dress it again for the day.  She named it Louisa, but her younger brother always called it Quesa, and, after a time, all the family spoke of it by that name.