LITTLE Ali Badshah was weeping bitterly, as though his heart were breaking. Too deep was his grief for words. What could be the trouble?
It was a very serious trouble for him; for had not he himself seen that little packet of sugar come from the bazaar, and had not his own hands taken the paper off and smoothed it out, while he deciphered what was written on it? And oh, what joy filled the little heart to find it was all about the dear Jesus that the Miss Sahib was always telling them about, who loves him, even little Badshah, and gave His life for him! Carefully the precious paper was folded, and became the child's constant companion day and night. In the hours of darkness, it was placed under his pillow.
But that sad, sad day! In some unaccountable manner, the paper was lost; and nothing would console the child till the Miss Sahib drew him gently to her, and told him he should have another paper, all about Jesus. This little one is an earnest listener to the beautiful gospel stories, and his greatest joy is the Bible pictures. Some day, when he is old enough, he is to have a precious Gospel all his own to love and treasure.
Oh, pray God to bless this little blade growing out of a dry soil, that it may bring forth fruit in due season, and be gathered into the heavenly garner.
