ONE fine day in August, a little girl went for a walk. She saw the men busy cutting the corn, and children gleaning. She was startled by a scream, calling to her, “Come, run to me, dear I o; you will be killed.” She looked up the road, and saw a bull running at full speed; she turned round, and saw a boy standing at the foot of a tree. She soon ran to him, and he put her in the tree, and got in himself. So the bull stood at the foot of the tree roaring furiously. But how nice it was, to look down upon the bull, and say, “Ah! I am, safe in the tree.” How nice it would be, if we could say, “Ah! we are safe in the arms of Jesus,” to any sinner that comes in our way. Weil, the little girl did not forget to reward the boy who saved her life; nor should we forget to thank Him who died to save us all.
E. M. TOTTENHAM,
Acacia Road, Wood Green Age 11 years.