“I HAVE two birthdays every year, my dear children" said an aged friend the other evening, while addressing the annual gathering of a Sunday School―"two birthdays! My first is in April, and my second is in June. I was born a sinner in April, 1829, and I was born a saint in June, 1860. I had thirty-one years of a sinner's life, sporting in the world, and I have had thirty-one years of happy life in Christ as a Christian. I am glad to be able to tell you that the last has been the best by far, and 'tis better than before. My best birthday is my second, because it reminds me of the beginning of a new and better life, which will never end. Have you two birthdays, my dear boys and girls? Remember, Jesus said, 'Ye must be born again,' and this is as true of little ones like you as of men and women."