NOAH'S ARK. As the swelling waters flowed Nothing can, in life or death, A HYMN. Each trifling thought and care; And kneel in solemn prayer. No shades their splendour dim; The theme of seraph's hymn. Yet such his condescending grace, He stoops from heaven so high, When infant voices utter praise, Or breathe the suppliant cry. Oh! then, when morn and evening bring The consecrated hour; When thou before heaven's glorious king Dost wonted homage pour ; Approach his lofty throne; Ask him in weakness to protect, In danger to defend ; And still, should earthly friends neglect, To be himself thy friend. A Foster, Printer, Kirkby Lonsdale. HENRY TILLES. Rev. SIR, -As several of the children of my Sunday school take in, through the medium of their teachers, your little monthly publication, “ The Children's Friend,” permit me to add a inite towards a work, which seems likely to be very useful to this class of readers. Henry Tilley was the name of a little boy, whose history I wish your readers to become acquainted with. This little boy came with his parents to live in this parish about a year ago; and as their Todgings were very ncar the room in which the Sunday school is held, little Henry soon became a constant attendant. I often heard from a lady, who kindly taught his class, what a very nice child he was: what proper answers he would give to her questions: how well he always said his little lessons: and, what is better, how serious and devout the child was. I observed on a Sunday evening, when I catechised the children, and asked them questions from the Scriptures, he would sit close to me, and pay the strictest attention to every thing I said; but as I thought him so young, (only five years of age,) I did not speak to him a. lone; which I think I should have done, had í been aware of what was passing within him. But I did not know his real piety, until his little spirit had bid farewell to every thing here below. Last February, he was taken ill of the measles; and though I saw him at the first, I said nothing to him ; thinking that he would soon be better : but to the surprise and you may suppose great grief of his parents, his complaint ended in death. And it was during the last twenty-four hours of his life, that little Henry was suen to be a child of prayer, and shewed that he had not attended our Sunday school in vain. When he saw his end drawing nighı, he begged that his teacher imight be sent for ; to whom he repeated a hymn, which was set him as a task the last time he was at the school. Some time after this, he besought them to send for the minister of the parish; and upou being asked for what purpose, he said, “ that he might pray with him, that he might go to heaven.” This, I am sorry to say, was not complied with, under the idea that it was late in the evening and dark. Little Henry could not rest, for want of somebody to pray with himn; and he begged his father to pray; which he did by kneeling down at his bedside, and reading a prayer. This did not exactly satisfy the child; who kept crying out, “ pray praypray;" but upon finding that nothing more of this kind could be done for him, he gathered himself up in his bed, put his two little hands together, and very earnestly looked up to heaven, and was for about a quarter of an hour, or twenty minutes, deeply engaged in mental prayer. He then said; “lay me down gently, and PRAY:”- which were the lext words he spoke. When little Henry was dead, I learnt something more of his retired habits. Thus, upon hearing me tell the children one Sunday evening, that Daniel was a man who prayed three times a day, he ever afterwards observed the custom : praying the first thing in the morning; when he came from school at noon; and the last thing at night : (the family liya |