A LITTLE girl, between six and seven years of age, whim on her death-bed, requested her sister to read respecting Christ’s blessing little children. The passage having been read and the book closed, the child said, “How kind! I shall soon go to Jesus; he will soon take me up in his arms — bless me too; no disciple shall keep me away.” Her sister kissed her, and said, “Do you love me?” “Yes, my dear,” she replied; “but, don’t be angry, I LOVE JESUS BETTER.”