all our blessings, knowing that, if duly fixed, this idea will ever remain, and be the vessel, in after years, for the reception of truth flowing down from the great source of all truth.  Strangely enough, my little Eddy, so sweet in temper as he was, steadily refused to say his prayers.  I tried in every way that I could think of to induce him to kneel with the other children, and repeat a few simple words; but not his aversion thereto was unconquerable.  I at last grew really troubled about it.  There seemed to be a vein in his character that argued no good.  One day I saw this kneeling child in a store.  With the sight of it came the thought of how I might use it.  I bought the figure, and did not show it to Eddy until he was about going to bed.  The effect was all I had hoped to produce.  He looked at it for some moments earnestly, then dropped on his little knees, clasped his white hands, and murmured the prayer I had so long and so vainly striven to make him repeat.’

“Tears were in the eyes of Mrs. Eldridge, as she uttered the closing words.  I felt that she was a true mother, and loved her children with a high and holy love.  And now, let me give you a picture that strongly contrasts with this.  Not far from Mrs. Eldridge, resides a lady, who is remarkable for her devotion to the church, and, I am compelled to say, want of charity towards all who happen to differ with her—­more particularly, if the difference involves church matters.  It was after sundown; still being in the neighborhood, I embraced the opportunity to make a call.  On ringing the bell, I heard, immediately, a clatter of feet down the stairs and along the passage, accompanied by children’s voices, loud and boisterous.  It was some time before the door was opened, for each of the four children, wishing to perform the office, each resisted the others’ attempts to admit the visitor.  Angry exclamations, rude outcries, ill names, and struggles for the advantage continued, until the cook, attracted from the kitchen by the noise, arrived at the scene of contention, and after jerking the children so roughly as to set the two youngest crying, swung it open, and I entered.  On gaining the parlor, I asked for the mother of these children.

“‘She isn’t at home,’ said the cook.

“‘She’s gone to church,’ said the oldest of the children.

“‘I wish she’d stay at home,’ remarked cook in a very disrespectful way, and with a manner that showed her to be much fretted in her mind.  ’It’s Mary’s day out, and she knows I can’t do anything with the children.  Such children I never saw!  They don’t mind a word you say, and quarrel so among themselves, that it makes one sick to hear them.’

“At this moment a headless doll struck against the side of my neck.  It had been thrown by one child at another; missing her aim, she gave me the benefit of her evil intention.  At this, cook lost all patience, and seizing the offending little one, boxed her soundly, before I could interfere.  The language used by that child, as she escaped from the cook’s hands, was shocking.  It made my flesh creep!