THE DYING BIRMAN AND HIS TRACT. DR. JUDSON, a christian missionary at Rangoon, Birmah, was told by the natives that a man had just died in peace, trusting in a new religion. On repairing to the house, he found, clasped in his hand, which was on his lifeless bosom, a christian tract, which alone had revealed to him a Saviour, and opened before him a blessed immortality. "This man and his wife," says Dr. Judson, "lived near the head of the Patah river, who though not baptized, and never seen by any foreign missionary, have both died in the faith; the man enjoining it on his surviving friends to have the 'Vine of the Christian Religion' laid on his breast, and buried with him." "He never saw The book of heavenly wisdom, and no saint A little Tract, a messenger of love, A herald of glad tidings, found its way, Borne over rapid streams and deep blue lakes, Its words he wondered as he looked on them. There was a spirit breathing in each line; He felt unutterable thoughts, as now He scanned the whole, now read each wondrous word. It told of God the Maker, and of Him Who died for man's salvation. He wept, and prayed, and mourned a wretched life The hue Of death was on his cheek. His burning brow Told of the pain he felt. Still no saint was near To tell of joys to come. No man of God Stood by his bed to soothe the final hour. 'When I am dead,' he said, 'put ye the little book Down to my sepulchre. It taught me all . LITTLE ALFRED, A Scholar in the Infant Class of Abbey Street Sunday School, Bethnal Green Road, London. ALFRED entered this school on the 6th of April, 1845, and was then about five years and a half old. He had no knowledge of reading, was scarcely acquainted with a single truth of religion, but his manners were simple and pleasing. His parents were poor, which prevented them from continuing him in a day school, as he only enjoyed that advantage for a single month. After attending for a few Sabbaths, his attachment to the school became so strong that he was invariably among the earliest in attendance. He shortly afterwards brought his little sister to school, and it was delightful to behold him leading her most carefully to her class, and then proceeding to his own place in a slow and orderly manner. Often, while walking down the middle of the school room, did his beautiful and smiling countenance meet that of the superintendent, and on reaching his class the same token of affection greeted his teacher. The Sabbath school was the place where he gathered the knowledge of gospel truth, which appeared to suit with the feelings of his young heart, and meet his infantile wants; he found that the school suited him and he loved it. In the infant class he was wrought upon by the simplicity of religious instruction, communicated in serious and affectionate tones of voice, combined with pleasing and earnest manners. Little Alfred appeared in the midst of his class as a lovely, yet tender plant. Disease evidently possessed his frame, but he was only absent when more than usually unwell. The marks in the class register shew successive Sabbaths of complete regularity of attendance, with three or four blank intervals occasioned by illness. His whole period of school attendance was seventy-two times, included within the space of exactly one year, the last five Sabbaths of which, he was present both morning and afternoon. His health then began rapidly to decline; after Good Friday he remained nearly insensible, from a stroke of apoplexy, until the time of his death, on the 28th of April, 1846, aged six years and seven months. The testimonies of his having received great benefit from the Sabbath school are most decided. Although unacquainted with the letters of the alphabet when he first came, he made such progress in the art of reading as to be able to read the narrative lessons of the Second Class Book to his mother. His teacher gave him one of these books, which he frequently read at home with deep emotion, saying "See now, mother, what the prophet Isaiah says of Jesus Christ, 'He shall gather the lambs with his arm, and carry them in his bosom.' And when Jesus Christ was upon earth, mother, there were some who wished to keep the children away from him, and he said, 'Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.' How very kind Jesus was, mother." When intervals of painful illness occurred, he used to say, "Oh! mother, the Lord's day is come again, and I cannot go to school;-what shall I do, mother ?" This proved how much he delighted to receive religious instruction. Sometimes when he was engaged in conversation with his mother on serious subjects, his little sister used to laugh, and he said to her, "Oh! you naughty girl, if you laugh, you will not go to God. See, mother, how she laughs." He was accustomed to tell his mother at home, all that he had learned at school. Among numerous other incidents of the kind, the following may be stated. "Mother, my teacher says, that when our bodies die they don't go to heaven, but our souls leave our bodies, and they go to heaven, while our bodies are in the ground." At another time he said, "Mother, I wonder if my teacher loves me as much as I love him." His father was by trade a carver, and being once unable to do some work that he had got, he asked a man to lend him the models, and was refused. While the father was lamenting this, saying he did not understand how it was to be done, little Alfred exclaimed, "Father, why don't you pray to God, and he will give you an understanding heart, and then you will know how to do it." He said to his mother; Mother, I know you pray to God, because I have heard you; does father ever pray, I have never seen him pray ?" "Oh," said his mother, "I suppose he prays when he is in bed." 66 Little Alfred was accustomed to talk to his father, mother, grandfather, and younger sister about religion, exhorting them to pray to God. He himself 66 used to repeat prayers which he had learned; and sometimes to pray in his own words. "Oh, mother," he once said, "I have been praying to God that he would make me well, and God wont." One of the narrative lessons he had been taught occasioned him to say to his mother-"There were three men who would not worship a golden image, and king Nebuchadnezzar had them put into the fire to burn them. Do you think they were burnt ?" The mother said, "I don't know." "No," said little Alfred, "they were not burnt at all, for there wasn't a hair of their head singed, and not even the smell of fire upon them. Three men were put there, mother, don't you think there were three ?" Yes, I suppose so," said his mother. "No, there wasn't, there was four, and the fourth one was the son of God, mother; they could not be hurt while the Son of God was with them." So frequently and so delightfully did this little boy talk about religion at home, as to produce a marked influence on the family. In fact, this little boy learned religion at the Sabbath school, and he went home, and filled the whole house with it. His mother declared, that he had taugh ther more about Jesus Christ and religion than she had ever known before. He appeared to be raised up as the director of the religion of a whole family. He was very fond of singing hymns at home which he had learned at school. His mother particularly mentioned "Never part again; and "Crown him Lord of all." When he used to talk to his mother in the evening on religious subjects, the little children would make a noise, and he would say, "Oh, mother, send these children to bed, we can't talk while they are up." Lord's day, the 5th of April, 1846, was the last time he attended the school; in the week following his illness became extreme, during which he was wholly occupied about his soul's salvation, and mani |