I hope you love your Sunday School--ah, I see by your faces that you do! That is right! "Well, this poor little boy was always in his place when the bell rang, and he always knew his lesson; for his teachers wanted him to learn and he loved his teachers dearly.

Always love your teachers, my children, for they love you more than you can know, now.

He would not let bad boys persuade him to go to play on Sunday.

There was one little bad boy who was always trying to persuade him, but he never could.
"So this poor little boy grew up to be a man, and had to go out in the world, far from home and friends to earn his living.

Temptations lay all about him, and sometimes he was about to yield, but he would think of some precious lesson he learned in his Sunday School a long time ago, and that would save him.