A little boy, the subject of the following anecdote, being six years of age, and forward in his learning, I considered him fit to be sent to another school; and informed the parents accordingly.  The father came immediately, and said, he hoped I would keep him till he was seven years of age; adding, that he had many reasons for making the request.  I told him, that it was the design of the Institution to take such children as no other school would admit; and as his child had arrived at the age of six, he would be received into the national school; moreover, as we had a number of applications for the admission of children much younger, I could not grant his request.  He then said, “I understand that you make use of pictures in the school, and I have good reason to approve of them; for,” said he, “you must know that I have a large Bible in the house, Matthew Henry’s, which was left me by my deceased mother; like many more, I never looked into it, but kept it merely for show.  The child, of course, was forbidden to open it, for fear of its being spoiled:  but still he was continually asking me to read in it, and I as continually denied him; indeed, I had imbibed many unfavourable impressions concerning this book, and had no inclination to read it, and was not very anxious that the child should.  However, the child was not to be put off, although several times I gave him a box on the ear for worrying me; for, notwithstanding this usage, the child would frequently ask me to read it, when he thought I was in a good humour; and at last I complied with his wishes; ‘Please, father,’ said the child, ’will you read about Solomon’s wise judgment’ ‘I don’t know where to find it,’ was the reply.  ‘Then,’ says the child, ’I will tell you; it is in the third chapter of the first book of Kings.’  I looked as the child directed, and, finding it, I read it to him.  Having done so, I was about to shut up the book; which the child perceiving, said, ’Now, please, father, will you read about Lazarus raised from the dead?’ which was done; and, in short,” said the father, “he kept me at it for at least two hours that night, and completely tired me out, for there was no getting rid of him.  The next night be renewed the application, with ‘Please, father, will you read about Joseph and his brethren?’ and he could always tell me where these stories were to be found.  Indeed, he was not contented with my reading it, but would get me into many difficulties, by asking me to explain that which I knew nothing about; and if I said I could not tell him, he would tell me that I ought to go to church, for his master had told him, that that was the place to learn more about it; adding, ’and I will go with you, father.’  In short, he told me every picture you had in your school, and kept me so well at it, that I at last got into the habit of reading for myself, with some degree of delight; this, therefore, is one reason why I wish the child to remain in the school.”  A short time afterwards, the mother called on me,