HE was only four years old, but he was an intelligent little fellow. Father and mother were very fond of him, and delighted in him and his loving ways. How he loved to go to the Sunday-School, and say his text, and come back and tell what he had heard. There was always a special Sunday morning service for the young folks, and there he heard things explained simply about the Lord Jesus Christ and God, so that he could easily understand. God's Holy Spirit opened his young heart to receive simply the precious things of God's salvation. Early this year the measles came to the place, and many of the children were taken ill, and obliged to keep away from school for fear of infection. Sin is like sickness that infects; and many children that love and give way to what is sinful, infect and poison others. The only antidote or remedy against sin, is to know the Lord Jesus Christ as a Savior from it, for He shed His precious blood to make an atonement for sin, that whosoever believeth in Him should receive forgiveness of sins, and get a new nature and His Holy Spirit. Well, the dear little fellow got bad with the measles, and had to keep away from school. Mother watched him all the time, and nursed him so kindly, for she was very fond of her little boy. She got him all she could, and did everything she could think of for him. When the rash that comes out in measles had gone, there was hope that he would get well, but his throat had got bad and swollen. Then an abscess formed in his throat, which made him very ill, and he got heavy and wandering. On Saturday evening, while mother was watching him, he roused up, and said, suddenly―"Mother, I know my Sunday text." "Do you, dear?" she said, "say it me, then." "It's, Suffer little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of heaven.'" And then he lay back, so tired. That evening he fell asleep, and never woke again in this world. He had not to say his Sunday text in school, next day; but he had the joy of looking on the face of Him who first spoke those words, and who now had called this "little child unto Him." Father and mother felt so much their dear boy's dying, yet their hearts were filled with great thankfulness to the precious Savior who died on purpose to save sinners, and through whose precious blood their dear laddie was redeemed and saved forever. My dear young reader, how is it with you? Are you ready to die?