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Many more instances I can give of the “ wee bairns,” but space fails me, and I
want, before closing, to interest some of my readers in behalf of the Institution. It
may be that every one cannot do much, still a little may be done, and “ every little
helps.” Clothes are wanted; for each child, when dismissed, is furnished with a suit
of some kind of clothing; consequently, a good stock is always required on hand.
Little petticoats, dresses, or jackets, all are useful, and very soon find owners. They do
not take much material; and even though they may he made of odds and ends, they
will only be “ coats of many colours,” and variety will lend a certain enchantment to
their beauty. And by speaking about it, the existence of the Hospital will he more
widely known. People will be induced to go and visit it; people, perhaps, who have
imagined that to go there would necessitate their carrying away with them the infec¬
tion of fevers. Such an idea is perfectly erroneous; hut I am sorry to say it does
prevail with some people. hTo contagion of any kind is there in any ward open to
visitors, and the fever patients are in quite a separate part of the house. And let me
add, if we choose to apply our minds to it, we may learn many lessons from these
little ones. Thankfulness that our “ lot ” is so differently cast, and that we have the
means of helping them;—patience, when we see their contented and cheerful faces,
even though the form he weak and emaciated;—unselfishness, when we think that
by a little self-denial we may make one little heart happy by a kind word, or clothe a
shivering form by a little gift, however small;—and, above all, our sympathies will he
drawn out, until we feel we cannot help loving them, for the sake of Him whose
children they are. C. E. M.
^ ftfitf-ffar’s ipm.
Another year is ebbing fast
Into the shades of night;
Another year is coming forth
Into a morn of light.
Look hack upon the year that’s gone,
The joys and sorrows there,
And think on all we might have done
To please our Saviour dear.
Through all its circling changes
He has been with us still,
To guide, tend, and direct us,
And keep us from all ill.
Then let us lift our hearts to Him,
That ever-list’ning Lord,
That He may still direct our feet,
And guide us by His Word.