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catch — slantwise — one little ray of the bless- 

 ed sunshine. 



Even so my plants lean towards the light, 

 stretching forth their hands to grasp it and 

 bring it home. 



Do you see ? — it is their life, their joy, 

 their rest. The pale leaves take strength 

 and colour, the drooping buds lift up their 

 heads ; the new shoots spring forth to grow. 



^' I don't know " — said a poor Scotch girl, 

 when the Session before whom she was 

 examined doubted whether she *' knew 

 enough " to join the church ; " I can't tell 

 about that. May be I don't know enough. 

 But as a flower turns to the sun, so my 

 heart turns to the Lord Jesus." 



