These lessons were often useful to Jacob in many parts of his chequered life, especially that night at Mahanaim—(ch. xxxi. 24 30)-when the wrestler became a prince with God. In v. 18, it is said that he took the stone he had used as a pillow and set it up for a pillar. It became a monument of the mercy granted him that night. This stony memorial was only the exponent of his grateful heart.

No. II.

MR. EDITOR,-Would you be so kind as to give your opinion whether the unrighteous in eternity will endure endless torment or, after a period of suffering (if allowed the term), be destroyed body and soul in hell. (Matt. x-28.) Some maintain that the thinking part will be literally destroyed in hell. Do you believe in immortality in Christ alone? An answer through your Juvenile will oblige yours,

A SABBATH SCHOOL TEACHER.

Cramlington Colby, March 2nd, 1870.

ANSWER. This is a subject that is at present exciting a large share of attention. Many Christian ministers think that the doctrine of the eternity of hell's torments, which has been taught in the Christian Church for eighteen centuries is a foul blot upon Bible theology, and an aspersion on the character of the beneficent God, and so have set themselves to do away with it altogether. To eliminate this article from the creed of Christendom it is necessary to clear away the formidable difficulties presented by the Bible itself. This has been attempted, but to our minds very unsuccessfully.

The passage you quote-Matt. x. 28-does not prove the annihilation of the wicked. The original word translated to destroy is variously applied in the New Testament to the lost sheep, Luke xv. 4, 6; and to the lost son, Luke xv. 24. Both the son and the sheep in the original Scriptures are said to be destroyed. tainly neither the lost sheep nor the prodigal was annihilated. See a short article from our pen in the Primitive Methodist Larye Magazine for this month, page 279.

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SOMEBODY'S SISTER.

"LILLY BERTRAM! I'm ashamed of you! Let that dirty child alone, and come with me. What would your mother say if she saw you talking with a ragged beggar like that?

"But, cousin Emma, I can't leave this poor thing standing alone here in the cold. She has lost her way, and is nearly frightened to death among this great crowd of strange faces. You need not wait for me. Mamma will not scold me; I shall tell her all about it when I get home."

"And I shall tell her, too, miss, what a miserable little wretch you have picked up just to parade through the streets with, and make folks stare. I think too much of myself to be seen in such company."

And Emma Rand, giving her dark curls a haughty toss, crossed to the opposite side of the street, not deigning another glance at her cousin, and the poor, half-frozen child.

Lilly Bertram and her cousin Emma Rand were on their way home from school, when the attention of the former was arrested by the sound of bitter weeping, proceeding apparently from the doorway of a house they had just passed. Looking back, Lilly saw a little girl, not more than three years of age, standing upon the lower step, her bare feet purple with the cold, her thin calico dress soiled and ragged, her head and neck unprotected, save by a thick mass of tangled curls which the keen north wind blew across her face, and eyes already red and swollen with weeping.

Following the promptings of her warm, generous heart, Lilly went back to the child and tenderly asked,

"What is the matter, little girl? What makes you cry so ? "

"Tant find bub Zozef," lisped the little one, lifting her streaming eyes to Lilly's face, and instinctively holding out both of her soiled, purple hands in perfect faith that she had at last found a friend.

"Zoo know Zozef?" she questioned anxiously, clutching at Lilly's dress.

"I'm afraid I do not," said Lilly, taking the stiff, halffrozen fingers in hers; "but if you'll tell me your name and where you live, I will see you safe home."

"Ise bub Zozef's sis."

"Yes; but what is your real name? haven't you any other?"

"Zozef's dumplin' sis, I is;" the great blue eyes lighting up at this emphatic confirmation of her identity.

"Have you got a mother?”

"Ess."

"What is her name?"

"Sissy's own mamma. And Zozef's mamma, too," with jealous quickness, as she watched Lilly's puzzled face.

Hardly knowing what to do, Lilly walked slowly up the street, anxiously watching every poorly clad boy she met, hoping to find the "bub Zozef” of the little stray waif clinging so confidently to her hand, and prattling in her baby way at all the pretty things she saw as they passed the gay shop windows. After walking a long distance, and finding no one to claim her protege, Lilly retraced her steps toward her own home, confident that her mother, notwithstanding her cousin's threat, would willingly give the child a shelter till its parents or brother could be found. She was about crossing the street near her own house, when her eye caught sight of a policeman. A bright thought struck her, and she hurried forward, gently touching his arm as she exclaimed:

"O sir, please help me. This little girl has lost her way,

and I can't find out who she is. She don't know her own name, but talks all the time about her 'bub Zozef.' So she's somebody's sister, you know, and may be somebody is

feeling dreadful sorry because she's lost, and is hunting for her this very minute. Do you know who Joseph is, sir ?"

"I can't say I do, miss-this particular Joseph, I mean; but if you'll let me have the child I'll do my best to find out. I'll take her to the station-house and look after her till some of her folks turn up. Like as not I shall run across some of them before the day is through."

"O thank you, sir, you are so kind! Good bye, little girl."

So Lilly, with a lightened heart, ran home to tell her mother of the adventure, while the kind-hearted policeman took charge of the little wanderer.

Lilly's act seems a simple thing to write about, but to me there is a world of meaning in her touching words to the policeman. "She's somebody's sister, you know."

"Somebody's sister!" Yes, these few words give the real key-note to Lilly's true character, the crowning beauty to her benevolent act. By them were revealed the promptings of her generous heart, her unselfish Christian spirit, overlooking the poverty, the untidiness, the rags of the little wanderer, and seeing only the friendless, bewildered child, needing her kindly aid and sympathy.

We are all brothers and sisters of one great family, with God for our father; none are so poor, so wretched, so lost, but we may take them by the hand and try to lead them home to God. And so, I trust, feels every member of The Little Corporal's army-each one striving in some way to show his or her allegiance to the banner under which they fight against the wrong, and for the good and true, by extending to every poor, distressed, or wandering child of God a helping hand of sympathy and love; remembering always the poorest outcast, the most erring fellow-creature is "somebody's sister," or child, or brother. -Little Corporal.

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