SAYING HIS "A B C" TO GOD.
THE bells were ringing for church, while the little shepherd boy was obliged to keep watch over the sheep. But in his heart there grew up a longing to pray to God, as they were doing in church. He had, however, never been taught any prayer, and kneeling down, he began with closed eyes and folded hands, saying the alphabet, "A B C," and on to the end. "What are you doing, my little man?" said a gentleman passing on the other side of the hedge. "Please, sir, I was praying," replied the boy. "But why were you saying your letters?" "Why," said the little fellow, "I didn't know any prayer, only I felt I wanted God to take care of me and help me to take care of the sheep. So I thought if I said all I knew he would put it together and spell all I wanted." "Bless your heart, my little man? He will. When the heart speaks right, the lips can't say wrong," wisely answered his questioner.—Sel.