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 ministry is given represents to them the last word of beauty in building; its combination of cast-iron tracery, classic columns in stucco, and fancy design in vari-coloured bricks will always remain in their minds as a vision of celestial loveliness. Last Sunday I had been telling the little ones about Heaven, and after the lesson my boy Albert came up to me with his eyes brimming over with tears, and his lip trembling. I asked the little man what was the matter. "Oh, father," he sobbed, "I've been thinking of what you told us, and I'm sure I know what heaven will be really like." I was a good deal touched, and patting the brave little fellow on the head, I answered: "Are you, my son? Will you tell father about it?" Gulping down his tears, he replied: "I think it will be like Battersea Park, only ever so much larger. And there won't be any games at all going on, and all the gentle men and ladies, and little boys and girls will be dressed like they are on Sunday. The gentlemen will all be in such beautiful shiny black clothes, with bright silk hats