He has given you a lamp to light you.
Why have not you looked at it all this day ?" "Oh," said Tip, "I can't; I _can't_ be a Christian! I have not done right nor felt right to-day.

I almost hate the boys, and Mr.Burrows too.

I don't know what to do." "Go on home," said Satan.

"Let the lamp and these new notions and all _go_! Christ don't care anything about _you_; such a miserable, wicked, story-telling boy as you have been, do you expect Him to notice _you_ ?" But Tip's hand was in his pocket, resting on his lamp, as he had learned to call it; and the low, sweet voice in his heart was urging him to let its light shine.

He drew it out, and turned the leaves, and the same dear Helper stopped his eyes at the words, "Fear not, for I have redeemed thee; I have called thee by thy name; thou art _Mine_." Then came hot, thankful tears.