he had sinned, and he knew felt he had a soul, and that not where to turn for peace. the lady I have told you of. more, if they would but speak out. 2. I wish you to learn this lesson-That there is no peace but in Jesus Christ. This is the great secret which makes us wise and happy to all eternity when we come to know it Look not for peace anywhere but in Jesus. Look not within, to your own heart, nor try to make it better. Look not without to any prayers, or tears, or duties, or good actions. Look not to friends, or anywhere, but to Jesus. Think of him as a sacrifice for your sins; think of him as suffering what you deserved; as bearing your sins in his own body on the tree; as doing enough to satisfy the justice of God for you. Hear him say, "It is finished," and be assured that all is done that needed to be done, and that now you are welcome to be forgiven, and to be treated as if you had not sinned at all. Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as wool." 3. Believe what God says; take him at his word; believe that just now you are welcome to his love, and be at peace with him. Then you will rejoice, and be able to say with my friend, "Little birdie, I don't envy you now!" Sent by E. NEALE. THE DOOR OF HEAVEN. Ir was a fearful time when the steamboat Tyro was lost. It was long ago, and almost every one has forgotten it, except the few who had friends on it, and they are almost all gone. The Tyro was a small boat, and the passengers were few and poor, so that it has passed from the public mind. All the day the bright sun had shone down on the peaceful lake, and everything seemed safe and secure. The passengers had no thought of danger as the night came on. A little boy kneeled down to say his evening prayers, and as he looked out and saw the western sky all aglow with the glory of the spring day, he asked "Mamma, isn't that the gate of heaven, with bright curtains all around it ?" "Yes, my boy," said the mother; "heaven's doors are all around us." "Well, that is the one that I want to go in at, because it is the prettiest;" and the child prayed his prayer and went to sleep. It was never known how,-whether the pilot fell asleep at his post, or the lights went out; but when midnight came, there was a crash, a shiver, and cries of terror. The steamer had come into collision with a schooner, and was sinking. The little boy awoke. He cried, "Mamma, where are you?" and his mother's arms held him fast, even while they sank together in the dark waters. They came to the surface, and the mother caught something floating, and held fast to it. "Jamie! Jamie ! she said, "hold me very tight." "Mamma, are we going to heaven. I don't like this way -I am afraid." "Never fear, child; God will meet you." And with all her strength the mother lifted the child upon the floating bale, then dropped it, and went home through the floodgates below. "Mamma! mamma! where are you?" cried Jamie; but there came no answer. No one noticed the child afloat, for every one sought to save his own life; and the day was born, ran its race, and was dying again when Jamie floated on shore. The little fellow was hungry, very hungry, but there again was the glorious golden gate of heaven, and Jamie thought it was wider open than the night before; and as soon as he could crawl off from the bale to the land, he began to run as fast as he could, strait towards the west. Jamie's feet tottered. He was too weak to run, so he walked straight on, a long, long way, until the west began to grow dim in his sight, Jamie saw a man coming towards him, but he did not stop. The man noticed that the child's clothes were wet, that he had been in the water, and tried to stay him. "Little boy, where are you going?" he asked. "I can't stop now," said Jamie; "I'm afraid I shall be too late." "Too late! where are you going that way? There is no house there,” the man cried after him, for Jamie did not stop an instant. "Yes, there is," said Jamie," and I'm afraid the doors will be shut." "Whose house, boy?" "Why, God's beautiful house, to be sure. Don't you know it? See! it grows dark;" and Jamie made one more effort, and fell to the ground, fainting with hunger. The man lifted him up in his arms, and Jamie lisped, "Mamma said God would come to meet me;" and then he fell asleep. When he awoke he found himself in a strange place, with strangers about him. 66 Come, my darling, you must eat some of this," said a soft voice, and the light of the candle was carefully shaded from Jamie's eyes. Jamie's last thought was of heaven, and his first question was, "Did I get there? Did He meet me?" And a little girl standing by the bed answered, "Yes, little boy, father met you, and brought you home." "God's your father too, is He?" asked Jamie, not yet fully conscious of his present state; "then we will both go home together." Jamie recovered and grew to manhood— grew to a good and glorious manhood; and to the time when his Redeemer called him home, Jamie never forgot the western door for which he had striven. He never looked upon the gorgeous purple, golden, and crimson glory of the sunset without hearing again, in his mind, the words of his mother, "Yes, my boy, heaven's doors are all about us.” And Jamie's wish was granted him. One night the shining light came through the parted curtains, and Jamie went home with the day; and Jesus met him, for he loved him -Jesus, who long years before had gone down to dark floodgates below to meet Jamie's mother-Jesus, who always watches and waits to hear the coming feet of those who seek the gates of heaven. ON KEEPING THE PLEDGE. BEING an abstainer from all intoxicants, a promoter of temperance, a lover of the "Band of Hope," I send the following extract, to encourage the little teetotalers who are readers of the Juvenile. "Two little boys were walking together from a Band of Hope meeting; one said to the other, 'How long shall you keep the pledge ?' The reply was, 'Well, I think I shall keep it until I am as old as my brother Arthur.' 'Well,' said the other boy, ‘I think I shall never break my pledge; I mean to keep it as long as my father, and he says he shall keep it as long as he lives. What's the use keeping it just while we are children, and then drink when we get to be men ?' Now, the latter boy was evidently an intelligent and genuine teetotaler. The other did not seem to understand it at all. After all, what is the use of keeping the pledge for a few years, and then to go away into an evil practice, which will bring upon you years of sin and sorrow? To form a good habit while young is to make the practice of good things easy in after life. A wise man once said, 'The boy is the father of the man.' And what you are while young, if you persevere in that way, you are likely to be all through your life. He means, never to take the first glass, because he knows that if he never takes the first he will never take the second, and will never become a drunkard. There was once a little boy, a member of the Band of Hope, who made up his mind that nothing should ever make him break his pledge. He was an intelligent boy, and greatly loved his parents. He had an uncle, a nonteetotaler, a respectable and wealthy man. He paid a visit to George's father, and hearing that his little nephew belonged to a Band of Hope, he resolved to try him the next opportunity he had. After dinner, he offered the little courageous teetotaler a glass of wine, and said, 'Come, George, drink with your uncle.' George said, 'No, uncle, 'Oh! indeed, that's it, is I belong to the Band of Hope.' it? Well, come, drink this glass with me, and I'll give you half-a-crown.' 'No, sir,' he said, 'I'd rather not.' He then put a sovereign on the table, and said, 'Now, George, drink with me, and that sovereign shall be yours.' He still refused, and his uncle then took a gold watch from his pocket and said, 'Now, that watch shall be yours, George, if you will drink that glass of wine.' George looked at the watch, and longed to possess it as his own, and yet felt unwilling to break his pledge; and feeling he could bear it no longer, he began to weep, and said, 'I would rather not drink it, for if I don't break my pledge, when I become a man I can buy one for myself.' Now, that boy was a noble hero, sensible and brave, as boys always should be in doing their duty as they pass through life. Stand, then, bravely to your pledge, and your pledge will stand by you as a smiling angel in all your trouble through life, to preserve you from evil company, and from all the sorrow and shame that intemperance brings upon its victims." Above all, read your Bible; pray to Jesus; live close to God; be faithful to him, and heaven will be yours. H. PORTNALL. FORGIVENESS. A STORY FOR BOYS. FRANK PARKER was a bright and noble boy of ten summers. He was kind-hearted and obedient, the joy of his parents, and a favourite of all who knew him. His parents |