The Seven Days of the Week.

The Lord made the world in six days, and rested on the seventh; therefore do we divide our time into seven days:

I SAW a fair white snow-drop; it was the first of the year: its delicate head hung gracefully among its green leaves. I came again, when some one, in brushing roughly by, had broken its slender stalk, and its beautiful head hung lan

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guidly down: but it had not yet lost its snowy whiteness, neither was its beauty faded. turned another day, and it was quite withered away, and hung shrivelled on its broken stalk.

This fair flower was cut off in the perfection of its beauty. Other blossoms may spring from the parent root, but this flower will never bloom again.

I PASSED by the cottage in the wood, and saw a lovely baby hanging on its mother's breast. From time to time he lifted up his eyes towards her with a sweet smile, and raised his dimpled hands to her lips.

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I returned again, and the Lord had suddenly recalled the spirit of the child to himself: for the Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh awayblessed be the name of the Lord. But his little body had not yet been restored to the dust from whence it was taken. It was laid out on the mother's bed; neither had it yet lost its beauty, although faded in death. Its dark blue eyes, indeed, were closed, and its dimpled hand was cold; but the golden hair still adorned its brow, and a divine composure sat on its sweet pale features.

I returned again, and it was no more to be seen; for it was committed to the earth.

This baby will never be seen again in the cottage of the wood. Other children may play there around the mother's door, but her firstborn will not be with them. Yet there is hope for this baby: he is not gone with the flower that fadeth and perisheth for ever.

THE baby's hope is in that dear Saviour who died for him upon the cross. Being born in sin, through the transgression of Adam, he was made subject to death: but Christ, in dying for him, redeemed his soul from hell, and procured for him everlasting happiness.

In the last day, the body of this beloved infant shall be raised in the likeness of his Redeemer, to die no more. It was sown in corruption, but it will be raised in incorruption; it was sown in dishonour, it will be raised in glory; it was sown in weakness, it will be raised in power; it was sown a natural body, it will be raised a spiritual body. (1 Cor. xv. 42-44.)

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