I ONCE heard an interesting story about two brothers. One of them was ten years old, and the other eight. The elder boy had, within a few months past, indulged the hope that God had given him a new heart. He thought that he was a Christian; that he loved the Lord Jesus Christ. But his little brother did not believe that his heart had been changed. He thought his brother was no more a Christian than he had ever been. He said he could not see any difference; yet he meant to try him, and see; for as his brother now appeared more sober than usual, and was more willing to go to meeting than before, he did not feel, certain that he was not a Christian. Now, how do you think this little boy, eight years old, undertook to find out whether his brother was a Christian? Why, every time he could get a chance, he would tread on his brother’s toes, kick his heels, or pinch his arms, to see if he wouldn’t get angry as he used to do. But his brother bore it all with meekness and good nature; without an angry word or look. This was very different from what he used to do. He had always been ready to take revenge on the spot for such an abuse. The younger brother was sure that he could not do so; for he knew he would get angry if anybody should treat him unkindly. He soon became convinced that his brother was a Christian, and he was not. He became very anxious about the salvation of his soul, and in a short time he, too, believed that God had, for Christ’s sake, pardoned his sins, and given him a new heart.