of God so powerfully displayed in this little story. You see how he
directed Fidelle to bring food for the support of this little baby;
you see how wonderfully he was preserved, and how, at length, he was
restored to his parents. Those parents were truly religious, and
_therefore_ their prayers were heard--_For the eyes of the Lord
are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers: but
the face of the Lord is against them that do evil_. (1 Pet. iii.
12.) O my children! love God, and make Christ your friend, and then
they will watch over you as they did over little Henry; and, when you
die, they will take you up to live with themselves, and you shall be
surrounded by the happy angels in heaven.

Perhaps my little readers may like to hear something of poor Fidelle.
Soon after her visits to the abbey, she had two little pups. One of
them died, but the other Henry reared with the greatest tenderness;
while its good old mother, beloved and even respected (which is not
generally the case with dogs) by all the family, lived to an advanced
age: and when she died, they buried her in the garden, under the
spreading branches of an old sycamore tree.

Little Henry, trained in the love and fear of God, grew up one of the
best of children. Every where he went, the blessing of God was with
him, for Christ was his friend: and when little Henry had committed a
fault, he would apply to his kind Saviour, who was then always ready
to procure God's pardon for him. In the course of time, his mamma
taught him the following little poem.

Thou Friend of my childhood, and Guide of my youth,
Thou Father of mercies, and Fountain of truth;--
Protect and direct me wherever I stray,