1. My White Archangel | 2. War in Angel-Land | 3. Good Angels Conquer | 4. Sweet than a Mother's Song | 5. Lofty Minstrelsy | 6. Flying in Midair | 7. Far as Angel's Ken | 8. Music, the Speech of Angels | 9. Silver Bowers Leave | 10. Succor us, who Succor Want | 11. Angel Reaper's Choice | 12. Whose Faces See God | 13. Holy Placid Harp Tones | 14. Many an Angel Tent | 15. White and Serried Ranks | 16. Telling of their Father's Shelter | 17. Ideal in their Ministry | 18. Excel in Loving | 19. With their Lightning Swords | 20. Soother to every Joy | 21. Cynosure of all Eyes | 22. My Little Playmates Bright | 23. Happy Making Sight with God | 24. Angels All Adore Him | 25. Feast of Love | 26. Transcending our Wonted Themes | 27. The Holy Jerusalem | 28. Angels to Beckon Me | 29. Divine Creatures | 30. Angel-worship Forbidden | 31. Till Morning's Joy  

MY LITTLE PLAYMATES BRIGHT.

December 22.

And the angel said unto me: Wherefore didst thou marvel?—Revelation 17:7.

WE SHALL not pass through the valley of the shadow of
death alone. Heavenly messengers will be near to carry
us to the realms of light. While we cannot see the bright world to
which our loved ones have gone, yet we know that the angels have
carried them safely to their bright and everlasting abodes. The
vision of angels around the dying bed is often enjoyed by God's
dear saints. A little playmate of Dr. Berg's at death's door
raised his little hand and whispered : "Oh, listen! That sweet
praise! Let me go—dress me—let me go with them." Another
little fellow in the valley cried out: "See the angels up there!
Don't you see them? Don't you see the angels?" The dying
child then said: "Mother, don't weep for me; they have come
for me, and I am going with the angels.'' Then the happy-making
sight with God.                                                 —Foster.

I dreamt I was a child last night,
Beside the happy Western sea,
And all my little playmates bright
Came back once more to play with me.
We sat and whispered hand in hand,
I hear the very words today:
Oh, where, Oh, where, is angel-land,
And shall we ever find the way?
My dream was changed: fast fell the night;
I knelt alone beside the sea,
For upward through the starry light
My playmates flew away from me.
They rose, they rose, a shining band,
I called them, but they might not stay;
Away! away! to angel-land,
My little playmates flew awayl
happy days! playmates sweet!
hearts of childhood long ago!
1 wonder where we all may meet,
And what the joy we then shall know.
Oh, hear me, hear me, angel band,
Oh, lift me from (he gloomy shore,
Oh, take me home to Angel Land,
To be a child with you once more. —F. E. Weatherly.