shell, (it is then that it is called a chrysalis,) and remained, shut up as it were in a tomb, for seven or eight months, without motion, and seemingly without life. At the end of

that time, it burst its prison, and came forth the beautiful butterfly you have seen. He who does all this, is surely able to raise our bodies from the grave."

Catherine had listened with great interest and attention to all that had been said, and now, fixing her sparkling eyes upon her mother's countenance, exclaimed," Shall we have wings, mamma?"

“I cannot tell that," replied Mrs. Moreton, with a smile; "but it is enough for us to know that the bodies of the saints, that is, God's children, those who love and serve Him, will be glorified bodies, like to the Saviour's. St. Paul tells us, the Lord Jesus Christ shall change our vile body, that it may be fashioned like unto his glorious body, according to the working whereby he is able even to subdue all things unto himself,' Phil. iii. 21. Our Saviour himself tells us, that all that are in the graves shall hear his voice, and shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation,' John v. 28, 29. The manner in which God will raise our bodies we cannot tell; but he has promised to do it, and what he has promised he is able to perform."

ALICE.

DIFFERENT WAYS OF DOING GOOD.

"DIFFERENT ways of doing good!" exclaimed Ellen Ellis to her aunt, one fine afternoon," how can that be? How can one

way of doing good be different from another? I do not understand that." " Do you not, my dear?" replied her aunt. "Perhaps, if I were to explain it by means of a short tale, you would comprehend it better?" Oh, yes; will you begin now, if you please."

"One fine sunshiny afternoon in June, two little girls were sitting at work by a window which opened on to a pleasant lawn. They had nearly finished their tasks, when they perceived a poor woman clad in rags, with two little pale children by her side, coming along the pathway. They both were touched with pity, and went immediately to their little money boxes, to procure some money to give the poor woman; but with this difference: Mary, the eldest, took all she had; whilst the other, Lucy, hastened to the door with a sixpence in her hand. 'Surely, Lucy,' said Mary, 'you can spare more than that; I thought you had saved five shillings.'

"So I have,' answered Lucy; but if I give all to this poor woman, I shall have none left to buy flannel to give to the poor old women in the almshouses in the winter.' They went to the door, and both the little girls shed tears on hearing her sad tale of woe. Where do you live?' inquired Lucy. When my father comes home, I will ask him to send you some food and cloth

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ing.' The woman named a place where she said she lived, and then quickly hurried away. When their father returned home, these little girls told their parents about the poor woman, and asked to be allowed to take some relief to her. Their father and mother, ever ready to indulge their daughters in any charitable wish, granted their request, and, accompanied by a servant, made their way to the house which had been pointed out to them. But what a scene of misery was there! They entered a room whose walls were blackened with smoke, and mildewed with damp at one end was a straw bed, on which a man lay, to all appearance, dying. Three children, reduced almost to skeletons, were crouching over a few dying embers. But this was not the beggar whose wants they had supplied that morning; and whilst the servant went to make inquiries, the children learned that the family now before them had been thrown into distress from want of work, the father being an industrious weaver out of employment. When the servant returned, he said that the woman of whom they were in search was no where to be found, thus clearly proving she was an impostor. Lucy emptied the contents of her purse into the lap of the weaver's wife; but Mary, who had expended her whole stock in an ill-judged act of

benevolence, had nothing to offer. By the kindness of Mr. and Mrs. Jackman, the parents of Lucy and Mary, the poor weaver recovered; he received more work; his wife is now happy and contented, and his children have regained their healthy and cheerful looks. Lucy was fully rewarded by the heartfelt thanks of the grateful family, while Mary also profited by the good example of her wiser sister."

"You see, Ellen, although benevolence is ever commendable; yet, unless guided by judgment, it too often injures the object it wishes to relieve, and many are the evils arising from mis-directed benevolence."

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Many thanks, dearest aunt, for your little tale. Now I hope I shall always understand and recollect that there are different ways of doing good."

BESSIE.

THE LOST DOG.

It was a dog somewhat lean and shaggy, of a brindled grey colour, with long hairs, or smellers, spreading on each side from above his mouth.

The poor animal had evidently lost his master, for he challenged in quick succession half a dozen or a dozen different persons, and met with as many disappoint