A YOUNG lady called to see a friend who was ill, and on leaving, one of the children, a sweet, intelligent girl, took her down-stairs. She was her own especial favorite and pet, and yet, being naturally of an extremely reserved disposition, she had never spoken one word to her on the subject of religion. Looking down, into the thoughtful, loving eyes, under a sudden impulse she asked the question: “Maude, my darling, do you love Jesus?” To her astonishment the child stopped abruptly, and drawing her into a room which they were passing, burst into a flood of tears. Looking up at last with a glad, happy face, she said: “Miss Alice, I have been praying for six months that you would speak to me of Jesus, and now you have! Every time I went to your house, I hoped you would say something, and I was beginning to think you never would.” It was a keen reproach to her friend, and one that she never forgot. Little Maude is now an earnest young soldier in Christ’s army. No one who knows her doubts the reality of her religion, and it certainly gives her character an attractive grace which nothing else could give. How many poor, sad, seeking souls, like little Maude, wonder why Christians never speak to them of the things nearest their hearts! O Christian, why do you neglect to let your light shine, and guide these weary wanderers home to God?—Selected.