Whom do you mean, sir?
_Pastor._ This Mrs.Benson;--her little son.
_Mrs.Ford._ O, I understand! Well, you will send him to P., I suppose, it is so near.
"We had not fixed on the college," said Mrs.Benson, with a laugh.
"Janette," said I, "how do you like the thought of going off so far from us all ?" Janette pulled the ends of her plain cotton gloves, and her heart was full, so that she could not speak for a moment.

I was sorry that I had asked the question, and therefore added: "You will not go where God cannot take care of you and bless you the same as at home, will you, dear ?" She lifted her white apron to her eyes, while Mrs.Ford said for her: "I tell Janette that I gave her up to God in baptism; and when her father lay sick, he said, 'That child was given to God in his house; I leave her destitute, and with nothing but her hands, but I leave her to a covenant-keeping God.'" "Now," said I, "here is a dear daughter going to a strange place to learn a trade.

She knows not a soul in the place but the foreman who has hired her.

A boy is going to college, another to sea, another to a distant city.

Here is a daughter, who receives particular attentions from certain young friends, and the probability is that she will be asked in marriage; and here is a son, who with his parents are in doubt with regard to his future occupation and course of life.