"I LIVED in Scotland for the first twelve years of my life, and went to Sunday School in the Gospel Hall, near to where my parents lived. My teacher was an earnest Christian lady, and often spoke very faithfully and tenderly about my soul's salvation. Several times I was very near deciding for Christ, but when I got out among other girls I forgot all about it, and was as careless as before. My, last day at the Sunday School came. We were to sail for America the following Monday. As my dear teacher handed me a Bible as a present, I saw the tears in her eyes. I knew she was sad because I was leaving unsaved, and I was sad at heart myself. When we arrived in Canada, I found there was no Sunday School near, and the long afternoons of the Lord's-day had to be spent at home. How I thought of the dear old class then, and how I wished to be back at it again. But God had His eye on me. At a meeting in the Schoolhouse one evening, I was once more awakened to see myself a sinner, and at the close, I willingly waited to be spoken to about my soul. I trusted Jesus that night, and He saved me. I went home singing all the way. It was a clear, frosty night, the full moon shining brightly, and I could sing of the precious, blood that had made me ‘whiter than the snow.' A happy year has passed away, and this is my second birthday. Dear young friends, will you trust my Jesus too, and He will save and satisfy you, as He has done for me? “There is no happiness in life, or death, or in eternity apart from Christ.”