The objection often made, to omit instruction as advocated in this article,—­that children and youth cannot understand it,—­is founded in a mistake.  Thousands and thousands of biographies of children and youth present facts which obviate the objection and go to correct the mistake.  It is the beauty of what our Savior called “the kingdom of God,”—­the religion of the gospel,—­that while it is to be “received” by every one “as a little child,” it is received by many “a little child,” who is early taught it.  But on the other hand, it is an affecting and most instructive fact, that of multitudes who are left uninstructed in early life, in the truths of the gospel; that Scripture is proved but too true, “ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.”

May your Magazine, dear Madam, be instrumental in advancing the best interests of the rising generation, by its advocacy of bringing up children “in the nurture and admonition of the Lord;” into which enters, fundamentally, teaching to the young,—­by parents themselves,—­and that “right early,” constantly, clearly, particularly and fully, the truths of the gospel; the sure and unerring doctrine and commands of the Word of God.  With Christian salutations, yours truly,

                          E. W. HOOKER.
  South Windsor, Conn., August, 1851.

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THE DEATH-BED SCENE.

The following death-bed conversation of a beloved daughter, detailed to us by her mother, exhibits such sweet resignation and trust in God, that we give it a place in our Magazine.  Would that we all might be prepared to resign this life with cheerfulness, and with like hopes enter upon that which is to come!

“Mother,” said she, “I once thought I could be a Christian without making a profession of religion, but when God took my little Burnet from me, I knew he did it to subdue the pride of my heart and bring me to the foot of the Cross.  Satan has been permitted to tempt me, but the Savior has always delivered me from his snares.”

I was absent from her one day for a short time; when I returned she looked at me with such a heavenly expression, and said: 

“Mother, I thought just now I was dying; I went to the foot of the Cross with my burden of sins and sorrows, and left them there.  Now all is peace; I am not afraid to die.”

Her father coming, she took his hand in hers and said: 

“My dear father, if I have prayed for one thing more than another, it has been for your salvation, but God, doubtless, saw that my death (which will, I know, be one of the greatest trials you have ever met with) is necessary to save you; and although I love my parents, husband and children dearly as any one ever did, and have every thing in this world that I could wish for, yet I am willing to die—­Here, Lord, take me.”

Her sister coming in, she said to her:—­“My dear Caroline, you see what a solemn thing it is to die.  What an awful thing it must be for those who have no God.  Dear sister, learn to love the Savior, learn to pray, do not be too much taken up with the world, it will disappoint you.”