' Her two little playmates were
boys; and they could not understand why she refused to unite in their
boisterous sports. She could buckle on their belts, fix on their riding
caps, and aid them in mounting their wooden horses; but why she would
not race up and down with them upon a cane, they could not comprehend.
She was patient and gentle, towards her little brother. It was a great
treat to her, to be permitted to take him out to walk. I have seldom
seen more gratitude expressed by a child, than she manifested, when she
found that 'aunty' reposed confidence enough in her, to permit her to
take him out alone. And how careful she was not to abuse that
confidence, by going beyond the appointed limits. Often since then I
have found myself adverting to this scene, as furnishing evidence that a
child who fears God can be trusted. I can see the dear little girl now,
as she arrived at a particular corner of the street, from which the
house could be seen, before turning to go back again, stopping and
gazing earnestly at the window, if perchance she might catch a bow and
smile from "aunty," expressing by her countenance more forcibly than
words could, "you see I am here."
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HOW EARLY MAY A CHILD BE CONVERTED TO GOD.
In conversation with some Christian friends, a few days since, one young
lady remarked that she should never forget a sermon preached by her
father several years before, in which he remarked that Christian
biographers of the present day differed very much from those _inspired_
of God to write for succeeding generations, for _they_ did not fear to
tell the faults and expose the sins of primitive Christians who were to
be held up as examples, while those who now wrote took every possible
pains to hide the faults and make the subjects of their memoirs
perfection itself, not admitting they had a fault or flaw in their
characters.
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