A day or two since he asked me if I should not like to take some of his little books, to show to Sabbath School children, whenever I met them. He said he had quite a bundle of them, and would select two for me.

To-day he asked his mother to give me the two which he had chosen. The names of them were, 'Little Children invited to Christ,' and 'Advice to Sabbath School Children.' A great many Sabbath School scholars, in different places, have seen these two books.

After Nathan had given me these, he said,

Do n't you want to take some of my tracts to give away? I have a great many.-, have you the Young Cottager-that's a beautiful one, -and the Dairyman's Daughter?'

He was, at this time, sitting in his mother's arms, and, changing his position in her lap, he looked up to her and said,

Can you hold me so, easy, mamma??

CHAPTER IV.

Conversation with Dr. Jenks about "the Meeting." Various anec

dotes and conversations. Prayer. His thoughts about Mr. P. who first led him to Sabbath School. Mr. A. the author, reads and explains a chapter in the Bible. The COMMUNION SERVICE, in his chamber. The author takes leave of him for a time.

Friday, Oct. 30.-Dr. Jenks came in to-day. Nathan had been expecting him, almost impatiently. He had said several times during my visit,

I expect Dr. Jenks this morning.'

When he entered, Nathan rose from his mother's lap, stood up at one corner of the fire place, in his loose flannel dress, and looked across with the greatest earnestness to his minister, who was seated in the other corner. The expression of intense interest in his countenance can hardly be conceived. He was so entirely engrossed in what he was about to ask, that he could not sit in his mother's lap. And the conversation which ensued was in substance as follows:

Dr. Jenks.

Well, my dear, did you find yourself very much fatigued by the service, the other night?

Nathan. The meeting?

-No sir.

Dr. J. You bore it pretty well, did you?

N. Yes sir,-Dr. Jenks, is the meeting finished?

Dr. J.

What, my dear?

N. Is the meeting finished?

Dr. J. Perhaps not,-I should be very happy to have you partake of the emblems of our Lord's body and blood.

N. I should like to very much.-I have no objections, and my parents have no objections, you can ask my mother.

Dr. J. I know, my dear, that they have no objections, I suppose it would give them pleasure, and I should be very happy to administer to you the sacrament.

What do you understand, my dear, by the Sacrament, the Lord's Supper?-what do you suppose the bread and the wine means?

Nathan, after hesitating a moment, replied in a lower tone of voice,

The bread of life, and the blood of Christ.'

Dr. J. Yes, dear, they represent the body and blood of our crucified Redeemer, and we partake of them, in memory of what he has done and suffered for us.

N. Dr. Jenks, do you think you shall finish the meeting?

Dr. J. Yes dear, if you wish it. I shall be very happy to come after meeting, next Sabbath, and with a few Christian friends, partake with you, of the Lord's Supper. Our church will celebrate the communion in the afternoon.

During this conversation, Nathan seated himself on a little cricket beside me, and laid his head in my lap. Dr. Jenks, before leaving him, offered prayer. But Nathan in this position, when he had ended, was asleep.

Saturday Morning, Oct. 31.-He was sitting in his grandmother's lap, and looked cheerful and happy. He had enjoyed a comfortable night. She said to me, as I sat down, Nathan

has been talking about getting well, he says, if he should get well, it might be the means of making others believe.

He turned over in her arms towards me and smiling said,

It is n't my wish-I was only thinking,—a kind of a dream—that if it should please my Saviour to make me well-that I hoped it would make others believe what he can do.'

Why, what would you do, said I, if it should please God to raise you up again?

'I would go about and tell the people about the Saviour.'

What would you tell them?

'How much he has done for them.'

But suppose they would not hear you, or

would not care anything about it.
'I could n't-say-any-more.'

Well, Nathan, how do you think you should live, if you should get well again; what would you do?

'I should like to be a minister of the gospel -if I could.'

Visiting him again to-day, I found him in better strength and spirits than usual. Mr. Bwas holding him in his arms and rocking him, and Nathan seemed very happy. Mr. Bspoke of a hymn, which he liked very much in the early part of his sickness. On reading the first verse to him, he manifested at once his great fondness for it, and desired to hear it all.

It was found in a few tattered leaves of an old hymn book. One day he was alone, and asked his mother to let him look over some old books

and pamphlets that lay in the secretary. He found about a dozen leaves of hymns, and out of them selected the following, which afterwards became a great favorite. He often repeated it to Mr. B- soon after the change in his feelings. The fifth verse, especially, he took great delight in repeating to himself.

Jerusalem, my happy home,
O, how I long for thee!

When will my sorrows have an end,
My joys when shall I see?

Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;

Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold,

Thy garden and thy pleasant green,
My study long have been,
Such sparkling light, by human sight,
Has never yet been seen.

If heaven be thus glorious Lord,
Why should I stay from thence,
What folly 't is that I should dread

To die, and go from hence.

Reach down, reach down thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,

Where congregations ne'er break up,

And Sabbaths never end.

Jesus, my Lord, to heaven has gone,
Him will I go and see,

And all my brethren here below,
Will soon come after me.

My friends, I bid you all adieu,
leave you in God's care;

And if I never more see you,
Go on, I'll meet you there.