I have heard of a little black girl who often crept behind the bushes, and said, “Lord, help me; Lord, teach me;" and God did help her, and sent her a good man to teach her about Jesus. Can not you pray as that poor little black girl did? You can say to God, "O Lord, pardon my sins, because Jesus died upon the cross. Give me the Holy Spirit to make me good. May I live in the happy place with thee forever and ever." God would be pleased to hear your young lips repeat such a little prayer as this.

If you wish to read the history of Nathanael in the Testament, look for John 1: 43, to the end.

We're travelling home to heaven above;
Will you go?

To sing the Saviour's dying love;

Will you go?

Millions have reached that blessed shore,
Their trials and labors all are o'er,
But still there's room for millions more:
Will you go?

We're going to walk the plains of light;

Will you go!

Far, far from death, and curse, and night;

Will you go?

The crown of life we then shall wear,
The conqueror's palm we then shall bear,
And all the joys of heaven share;

Will you go?

We're going to see the bleeding Lamb;

Will you go?

With joyful songs to praise his name;

Will you go?

Our sun will then no more go down,
Our moon no more will be withdrawn,
Our days of mourning past and gone:
Will you go?

THE WOMAN AT THE WELL.

DID you ever take a journey, and how did you travel? The quickest way of travelling is by the railroad train. You may go in that way twenty-five miles in one hour. Another way of travelling is in a coach or omnibus. But people often go in a wagon, while others go on foot-that is a very slow way indeed. Twenty miles in a day is a good journey for a man, and as for a child, I do not think he could walk ten without being very much tired. I am now going to tell you of a poor man who travelled on foot. Where was he going? Was it to his home? He had none. He was always going from place to place to teach people about God. This poor man was a very good man; he would often preach while people stood around and listened. I hope you never laugh at any poor man you see preach ing in the streets. This poor man did not travel alone; there were twelve other poor men who went with him; they were his friends; they liked to be with him, and to hear what he said about God and heaven.

One day this poor man was making a jour

ney with his friends. It was very hot, and about the middle of the day; he was tired, and hungry, and thirsty; he saw a well of water just under a hill, and he sat down by it to rest himself. There was a town a little way off, and his friends went to the town to buy some food, so the poor man was all alone by the side of the well; but though he was thirsty, he could not drink, for the well was deep, and there was no bucket there. Very soon a woman came to the well with a jug to fetch water; the poor man said to her, "Give me a drink." He always spoke kindly, yet this woman behaved very rudely to him. She saw that this poor man was a Jew, and she did not like the Jews. I hope you do, for God loves the poor Jews. The woman would not give the thirsty traveller any water, because he was a Jew. Was the poor man angry? Oh, no; he was a meek, gentle and patient man: he only told the woman, if she had asked him for water, he would have given her living water. The woman was surprised to hear this and asked how he could give her water, when he had no jug, or bucket, and the well was deep. Then she began to say what good water there was in the well, and she was sure that the good man could not give her any better water. But the poor man told her that he could give her better water than that; "for," said he, "whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again, but whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him

shall never thirst." Then the woman thought she would like such water as that, for she could not bear the trouble of coming to the well every day to fill her jug; so she said, "Sir" (for she was more civil now than she was at first), 'give me this water, that I thirst not, neither come hither to draw." But instead of giving her any water, the poor man began to talk to her about her sins, for he knew she was a wicked woman, and had done many wrong things. She was quite surprised to find that the stranger knew all about her-knew things which other people did not know. At last she said, "I see you are a prophet;" and so he wasthe woman was right in thinking the poor man was a prophet. But still she did not guess who he was. At last he told her; and who do you think that poor man was? The Son of God! Oh, wonderful! The Son of the great God a poor man, sitting by a well! It is wonderful, yet it is true.

When the woman knew it was Jesus Christ who was talking to her, she left her jug and ran very quickly into the town. What for? To call the people to see the Lord Jesus Christ. She said to them, "Come, see a man who told me all things that ever I did: is not this the Christ?" The people of the town went back with the woman to the well. Would you have gone back with the woman? I think you would. The poor man was still sitting by the well, and his twelve friends were with him.