said to her: "Your friend was very kind, and has given you a great many." "Yes," replied Sarah. "she was, and she gave me more than these, but I have given some away." The mother asked to whom she had given them; when the child replied: "I gave them to a girl that pushes me off the path, and makes faces at me." Upon being asked why she gave them to her, she answered: "Because I thought that should make her know that I wished to be kind to her, and perhaps she will not be unkind and rude to me again." This was true. The rude girl was afterwards very good to Sarah, and felt very sorry that she had treated her unkindly. How truly did the little girl obey the command,     "overcome evil with good." 

 

     HARRIET AND HER SQUIRREL. 

     It was on a Sabbath eve, when at a friend's house, we were all sitting in the piazza, conversing about the efforts which were being made for the poor heathen, and the number of Testaments which were being sent to them. 

     "Father," said little Harriet, "do the little heathen children wish to learn to read the New Testament?" 

     "O yes, my child, many of them do," said the father. 

     "But have they all got Testaments if they did know how to read?" "No, my love; few of them have ever heard about the Testament, about God, or about Jesus Christ." "Will half a dollar buy one?" said Harriet. "O yes, my child." 

     "Then," said Harriet, "may I sell anything I have, if I can get the money?" Her father told her she might. 

     Now, every child has some favorite toy. Harriet's was a beautiful tame gray squirrel. It would eat from her hands, attend her in her rambles, and sleep on her pillow. 

     She called its name Jenny. It was taken sick, and the little girl nursed it with care, but it at last died in her lap. 

     Little Harriet wept sadly about it, and her father tried to console her, and told her not to feel so. 

     "Ah," said she, "you know, father, you told me that I might sell anything I had to buy a Testament for the heathen children, and I was going to sell my pretty squirrel to Mr. Smith, who said he would give me half a dollar for it; but now my Jenny is 

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