"Mary," said George, "next summer I will not have a garden. Our pretty

tree is dying, and I won't love another tree as long as I live. I will

have a bird next summer, and that will stay all winter."

George, don't you remember my beautiful canary bird? It died in the

middle of the summer, and we planted bright flowers in the ground

where we buried it. My bird did not live as long as the tree."

"Well, I don't see as we can love anything. Dear little brother died

before the bird, and I loved him better than any bird, or tree, or

flower. Oh! I wish we could have something to love that wouldn't die."

The day passed. During the school hours, George and Mary had almost

forgot that their tree was dying; but at evening, as they drew their

chairs to the table where their mother was sitting, and began to

arrange the seeds they had been gathering, the remembrance of the tree

came upon them.

"Mother," said Mary, "you may give these seeds to cousin John; I never

want another garden."

"Yes," added George, pushing the papers in which he had carefully

folded them towards his mother, "you may give them all away. If I

could find some seeds of a tree that would never fade, I should like

then to have a garden. I wonder, mother, if there ever was such a


"Yes, George, I have read of a garden where the trees never die."

"A _real_ garden, mother?"

"Yes, my son. In the middle of the garden, I have been told, there

runs a pure river of water, clear as chrystal, and on each side of the

river is the _tree of life_,--a tree that never fades. That garden is

_heaven_. There you may love and love for ever. There will be no

death--no fading there. Let your treasure be in the tree of life, and

you will have something to which your young hearts can cling, without

fear, and without disappointment. Love the Saviour here, and he will

prepare you to dwell in those green pastures, and beside those still


Every neglected opportunity draws after it an irreparable loss, which

will go into eternity with you.---_Doddridge_.