'It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in man.'" Rosie in her mamma's room, which she shared at this time, as on a former occasion, was preparing for bed, Grandma Elsie quietly reading in an easy chair beside the fire.
Presently Rosie went to the side of the chair and dropping on her knees on the carpet, looked up smilingly into the sweet placid face bent over the book.
"Mamma, dear, I have come for my good night kiss before getting into bed," she said softly, adding sportively, "the last I shall solicit from you this year." "And you are going to be satisfied with one ?" her mother asked letting the book fall into her lap, while she laid one hand gently on her young daughter's head and gazed tenderly down into the blooming face; with a somewhat sad expression too, Rosie thought.
"I say, no to that, mamma," she returned, laying her head in her mother's lap and taking into her own the hand that had been resting on it, to press it again and again to her lips with ardent affection, "for I shall not be satisfied with less than half a dozen." Elsie gave them in quick succession, gathering her child in her arms and making her rest her fair head on the maternal bosom, and Rosie felt a warm tear fall on her cheek.
"Mamma!" she exclaimed in concerned surprise, "you are crying! What can be the matter?
have I said or done anything to grieve you, dear heart ?" reaching up an arm to clasp her mother's neck, while she scanned the loved features with earnest, tender scrutiny.
For a minute or more there was no reply.

Then Elsie said, in moved tones, softly smoothing the hair back from Rosie's temples as she spoke, and gazing tenderly down into her eyes, "My heart is sad for you, my darling, because, while another year is rapidly drawing to a close, I have yet no reason to hope that you have sought a refuge within the fold of the good Shepherd who gives to his sheep eternal life; the dear Saviour who has been all these years inviting you to come to him and be saved." "Mamma, I am very young yet," murmured Rosie, hanging her head and blushing.
"Old enough to have become a disciple of Jesus years ago," her mother said in sorrowful tones.

"O my darling, give him the best years of your life; the whole of your life, whether it be long or short.

Is he not worthy of it ?" "Yes, mamma; surely there can be only one answer to that and I do mean to--to try to turn over a new leaf with the coming of the new year.

But, mamma, I know of a number of good Christians who didn't begin to be such till they were many years older than I am.