Pebbles From the Path of a Pilgrim

uch special subjects of divine affection. Ever since God was pleased to call me by' his grace, when young in years, and make me "as a little child" indeed, I have felt a deep interest in his little ones ; and with each confession of my love to Christ has come back to me the ansMering word, "Feed my lambs." And so I have been much among children, and have seen many of them brought to Christ, and witnessed many instances of sincere piety among them. But among all the little cues I have ever met, one blessed child shines forth pre-eminent as a subject of special grace, and an instrument of peculiar mercy to those around her. In the year 1841, when 1 was but a little girl among the green hills of my native Vermont, I attended a meeting where a few disciples were gathered in a small and humble room. Among them I noticed a kindly, intelligent looking lady, by whose side sat a little girl about three years old; a rosy, blue-eyed, curly-headed little one, whose sedate and thoughtful look attracted my attention. Desiring to be near her, girl-like, I edged along till I found myself seated by her side, and I got my arm around the shy little creature, and looked into her modest, loving face. The meeting soon commenced, and the proceedings were not the most hopeful. The occasion was a painful one. A brother in the church had been overtaken in a fault;â??in an evil hour he had become intoxicated, and had fallen into sin and brought disgrace upon himself, his family, and ...