I PRAYED FOR THEM.



A LITTLE girl in an Italian Sunday-school complained that some of the children had hissed at her.

"Why did you not do your best to defend yourself, or complain to the master?"   inquired her mother.

The child hung down her head and was silent.

"What did you do?" added the mother, "when they were seeking their pleasure in teasing you?" 

"I remembered what Jesus did for his enemies," replied the child, "I prayed for them."

Children, remember this little story, and if your playmates injure you, pray for them.

Every time you feel angry or impatient, pray to God for strength. Begin every day with prayer. It is the golden key that unlocks Heaven to pour down blessings on you. End every day with prayer. It is the same golden key that locks you up under Heaven's protection.