A SUNDAY-SCHOOL teacher, knowing that all the boys in his class were constantly occupied during the week, feared much that prayer was sometimes neglected. He insisted one Sunday on the importance of prayer. At the close he asked a little boy of ten years of age, who led a very uncomfortable life in the service of a master sweep, “And do you ever pray?” “Oh, yes! Monsieur.” “And when do you do it? You go out early in the morning, do you not?” “yes, Monsieur, and we are only half awake when we leave the house. I think about God, but cannot say that I pray then.” “When then?” “You see, Monsieur, our master orders us to mount the chimney quickly, but does not forbid us to rest a little when we are at the top. Then I sit upon the top of the chimney and pray.” “And what do you say?” “Oh, Monsieur, very little! I know no grand words with which to speak to God. Most frequently I only repeat a verse that I have learned at school.” The scholar repeated with fervour, “God be merciful to me a sinner?”