in the knowledge. But it would make my story too long. Yet I must ask you, whether, if you are a little child, who has a comfortable home, and kind parents, whether you ought not to be very grateful to God for these blessings? and whether you ought not to show your gratitude, by giving either now, or at some future time, when you have an opportunity, something to assist in taking care of the orphans at Dusselthal? But you say, the Count does that! the Count has not sufficient money to support the large number of children whom he now has to provide for, and he, therefore, needs the assistance of others.

One thing more I will add-Do you not think the Count Von der Recke is happier than if he had passed his life in ease and indolence? I am sure he is; in consulting our ease, we do not consult our happiness: that is, by giving ourselves trouble, and exerting ourselves for the welfare of others, we are far more happy than while we are only intent upon our own enjoyment-not that we ought to exert ourselves for the sake of being happy ourselves, but in order to make others so, and then our own happiness will follow as a matter of course.

One of our first considerations should be, to make ourselves useful. Have you ever noticed what a pretty web the spider makes? the long fine threads, drawn regularly from point to point, and interwoven so beautifully together; and if it happens to be outside the window, you may see those pretty threads, on a fine dewy morning, all covered with little rows of dew drops glistening in the sun like pearls; and what is that web for? to catch poor flies for the spider's dinner; now I do not see why we should find fault with the spider for catching flies any more than with ourselves for eating beef and mutton; yet you know we do not particularly admire him, and far from liking his web, we always sweep it away; but we do not treat the silk worm in this way, because his web is useful to us, and makes us a comfortable dress, and we think much of his skill and ingenuity. Now, while you are only occupied for yourself, you are like the spider, but when you are doing anything which will be useful to any one else, you are like the silk worm which is far better.

Every one who wishes it, may be a missionary at home, although they may not be able to receive beggars and orphans in their house to provide for

them, and instruct them like the good Count Von der Recke he is happy, for God has said "they that turn many to righteousness shall shine as the stars for ever and ever;" but those who have no opportunity to do as he has done, may always find at home, some poor and ignorant people, who need their assistance and instruction, as much as the distant heathen.

THE PANORAMA.

"MAMMA, mamma," said little Janie, "I've such good news for you!" it was very, very early in the morning, but a bright ray of light shone through the opening of the window shutter, and even peeped in, through the curtain of mamma's bed: Janie had scrambled up on a chair, and her little face was now just making its appearance above mamma's pillow. "What's the matter, Janie ?" "Oh, mamma, can you have forgot the Panorama!" Mamma, to whom the Panorama was not an object of such great consequence, as it was to her little daughter, had quite forgotten it, and felt rather vexed at being woke, at such an unreasonable hour in the morning, she, however, inquired what was the good news? Why, mamma, that it is a fine morning, and we shall be able to go." Janie's mamma, tried to go to sleep again, but she could not, so after some delay, she got up, and when she was dressed, she called Janie to take a walk with her in the garden: all the beautiful flowers were fresh and flagrant with the

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dew of the night, and the little birds were singing their merry song, rejoicingly, in the bright sunshine; whilst they were walking, Janie's mamma talked to her child about the Panorama, they were going to see; she told her, it represented a beautiful island, more beautiful than even dear England, but that the people were both heathen and savages; they had no houses to live in, nor clothes to wear, nor any fields planted with corn to make them bread; but worse far than this, they knew nothing of God, until some kind missionaries went to teach them: and Janie's mamma told her she would see the picture of the missionary's house and his garden, and the church which had been built, and Janie was very much pleased. After breakfast they put on their bonnets, and as Janie's mamma was not rich, and had no carriage of her own, they walked down the hill to wait for the omnibus to take them up to town; now it happened that morning, that there were several people in the omnibus who knew Janie's mamma, so they began to talk to her about different things, and Janie was left very much to herself; now Janie was very uncomfortable; a poor shabbily dressed woman sat next to her; she had several parcels and a bundle, and she squeezed