If all people would pray as this blind man did, Jesus would hear them all. who reads this book is not blind.

If

The child

you were blind, how could you read to father or to mother? But there is something which Jesus could do for you, that would make you happy forever. What is it? Do you know? If he were to say, "What do you wish me to do for you? What would you answer? I should like you to say, "Forgive me my sins, and give me thy Holy Spirit." My dear child, do make this little prayer every day. Jesus would hear you. Perhaps you live in a very poor place. Perhaps you live in a little room in town, up some dark and narrow stairs; perhaps there is very little furniture in it, and very little food in the cupboard; but Jesus knows where you live and he knows your name, and your father's name, and your mother's name, and he hears all you say. He would be much pleased to hear you praying to him, because he loves yo 1, and he once died upon the cross that you might not go to hell. If you go to heaven, you will see the blind beggar there I mean the beggar who once was blind. Then you will sing with him about the love of Jesus in saving your souls.

If you wish to read a full account of this blind man, you will find it in Mark 10: 46, to end; and also in Luke 18: 35, to end.

When Jesus Christ was here below,

And spread his works of love abroad, If I had lived so long ago,

I think I should have loved the Lord.

Jesus, who was so very kind,

Who came to pardon sinful men,

Who heal'd the sick, and cur'd the blind:
Oh, must not I have loved him then?

Oh, no; he lives in heaven above.

"And blest are they," the Saviour said,

"Who, though they have not seen me, love."

He see us from his throne on high,
As well as when on earth he dwelt;
And when to him poor children cry,
He feels such love as then he felt.

And if the Lord will grant me grace,
Much I will love him and adore;
But when in heaven I see his face,
"Twill be my joy to love him more.

"Mercy, O thou Son of David!"
Thus blind Bartimeus pray'd;
"Others by thy word are saved,
Now to me afford thine aid."

Many for his crying chid him,
But he called the louder still;
Till the gracious Saviour bid him,
"Come, and ask me what you will."

Money was not what he wanted,
Though by begging used to live;
But he ask'd, and Jesus granted,
Alms which none but he could give.

"Lord, remove this grievous blindness,
Let my eyes behold the day;"

Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,
Follow'd Jesus in the way.

Oh, methinks I hear him praising,
Publishing to all around,

"Friends, is not my case amazing?
What a Saviour I have found!'

THE MAN IN THE TREE.

SOMETIMES the queen passes through the city of London in her grand carriage of state. Then all the windows in the streets, from the shop to the garret, are full of faces looking out and longing to have a peep at her Majesty the queen.

Sometimes the queen travels in the country, and then all the lanes are filled with people; where generally sheep are feeding, there children may be seen in large flocks; and where the birds often sit and sing, there boys and even men have climbed up, that they may get a good sight of their sovereign.

More than eighteen hundred years ago, the King of kings was walking about this world. It is true, he did not wear rich and splendid clothes, nor did he ride in a grand carriage drawn by fine horses-no, he was dressed like a poor man, and he walked about from place to place; but then he spoke such sweet words that people came from far to hear him; and besides this, he did such wonders-making the blind to see, and the lame to walk-that every one wished to look at him.

There was a man who longed and tried to see this great King, but he could not, because there was a crowd all round, and he was a short man and he could not look over the heads of the people. So he ran on a little way, and then he climbed up in a tree called a sycamore-tree, which is a high tree with thick, strong branches. There he waited till the King passed by. He thought he should see him well from this high place, but he did not know that any one would see him, or take notice of him. How much surprised he was when Jesus came to the place! (for this King was the Lord Jesus.) The Lord looked up, towards the tree. Now, the man could see him well-not only the hair upon his head, but his eyes, and his whole face. Jesus not only looked, but stopped and spoke. He said, "Zaccheus, make haste, and come down; for to-day I must abide at thy house." Jesus knew the man's name; he knew why he had gone up into the tree, and he knew that he had a house in the next town.

Zaccheus did not stop any longer in the tree; he got down very fast, went back to his house, and was ready to receive the Lord into it. He thought it a great honor to receive such a visitor beneath his roof, and indeed it was the greatest honor he could have; even an angel would think it a great honor to have a visit from the Son of God.

Zaccheus was a rich man, so I suppose he