And He came to die for children, Just as much as grown-up men; And if I am good and holy, I shall go to Heaven, then. I have 'membered it so nicely, That I thought I'd tell you all; And you'd listen, and be ready When you hear the Saviour call. BELLE WALDRON. WORK FINISHED EARLY. I HAVE lately been reading a sketch of one who finished her work early and went to rest. To those left behind still toiling in the field it seemed that her work was broken off and left unfinished, but He who called her to the service, and afterwards called her home, knew when to say "it is finished"; nothing can be half-done that is done according to His command. Of "Nina's" childhood we are told of her "golden hair, fair cheek and graceful form; of her quick, laughing eye, of her sensitive face reflecting every changing thought--her ready answers to all Sabbath-school questions, and her sunshiny presence at school and at home." "Her scholarship was bright, quick and accurate. "In social life few shone more brilliantly, or were more admired and sought after. "Her beauty was of a rare and noticeable type, her conversational powers were fascinating, and she early developed rare powers of mind." Her beauty, intelligence and social powers were early consecrated to the Master's service. We are told that "when a little child, from eight to twelve years old, she and some of her companions formed a praying circle and had a little room in one of their homes which they called the house of prayer. They met often in this room which they delighted to decorate after their childish fashion." I can imagine the little girls bringing from the old-fashioned gardens bunches of flowers, snowballs, peonies, honeysuckles and sweet-smelling pinks and roses, or bringing from the woods evergreens and trailing vines to garland this bower where they met to hold sweet childish communion with their Saviour. "Another favorite occupation was teaching some poor children whom she and her companions gathered for lessons in sewing and reading." I cannot tell you all the sweet story of this beautiful life, only a bit here and there. When she was eleven years old she was asked by her pastor how long she had loved Jesus, and she replied, "Oh! a great many years."