THE LITTLE HuNcn-BAcK GIRL.
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o mother,' said little Ellen. bursting into tears, how happy am l that there is a heaven; and wish I could go 10 it now, dear mother.' Mrs. c. took her child in her arms, hardly able to speak for tears. She we'll knew the many trials to which her unoAending daughter was subjected, and she felt for her as none but mothers similarly situated can feel. What has happened to disturb you, my dear? Who has spoken harshly to you2' No one, no one, mother, and I never mind it much when the little girls do cali me names they dom't mean any hurt. But o mother how might be loved were as beautiful as my cousin Mary. Aunt says I am a better child. more gentle and kind, but ev- cry body loves cousin Mary the moment they see her, and they smile upon her, and often kiss her. This morning, Mary and I were playing together, and q lady passed by with a sweet pleasant face. She stop ped and praised Mary's pretty iingleis and bright eyes, and kissed her rosy cheeks.-- Mother wish it was Then she looked at me, and said. 'poor child.' Then mother, ! could not keep iron, weeping !! AUU SO SuVO tu0 SObssO "sUssSy OssS couldn'f love me. and so she gave me money, Ellen, Ellen,' said the widow in bitterness of feeling, you will break my heart.'- Mother, will you take the money and buy some clothes for little John, who comes to the door to beg2 shall Dever bear uo think of it. And now, mother, will read, and not feel unhappy any n,ore.'

 T am afraid it troubled Mary to see you SC much grieved had you not better go and speak to her, my dear r

 Not now, mother; ! am afraid she don'i love r,e as well as do her. When turn- ed to come away, she said, What foot you are to do so, Ellen; the lady might and welcome have given you the kisses, had she given me the money.

 Poor Mary, Fan afraid her beauty will be her ruin. Would you not rather be as you are, dear Ellen, iban feel as Mary does2' Yes, indeed, mother. but l have tried to feel and think that what you say is true, that tic good are always loved but mother, you are mistaken: beauty IS layed !; people hardly ever think of goodness

 My dear, people cannot always tell how you think they regard you as . mere child. love yoa because you are u good and du,ifdl child. Whom you are older, others will love yon because you will be amiable, use(ul and pious. And remember. my dear, that our Father above can see within you soul far more beautiful than