THE Children's Jewish Advocate. OCTOBER, 1864. STORIES OF CHILDREN IN A JEWISH SCHOOL. LAST month we gave an account of the opening of a school and asylum for orphan Jews in St. Petersburg, and a picture of the reception of the children, which, though not intended to be an exact representation of the asylum, would give some idea of the comfortable home into which the poor children were received. This month we have some little histories of Jewish children in a school in another part of Russia, sent us by a kind Christian lady who undertook the charge of them. This lady lived where there were many Jewish soldiers in the garrison of the town, and she was moved with compassion for their little children, and longed to make known to them Jesus as the only Saviour of their souls. She and some others likeminded did not take long to consider what they should do. They loved their Saviour, and loved these little Jewish children who knew Him not, and they took them just as they were, whenever their parents would let them, into their own beautiful house, and taught them with the same care and kindness as they would have taught their own. A little Jewish school was soon founded, and for three years the kind ladies fed these lambs of Israel with self-denying love and care. At last there came a time when the parents of the children were to leave the garrison, and a sorrowful day it was for the teachers and scholars when the little ones left the place, and the school had to be given up. The blessing, however, will remain; we know, that "the bread is cast upon the waters," and it will be found again, even though it be "after many days." One of the ladies has gathered the following stories together, of the children in her school, which we think our young friends will like to read. I. Little Hannah was six years old, when her mother brought her to me, and gave her up to my care, saying, "Bring up my child, lady, as your own." The other morning the little girl appeared, and threw a small coin, called a kopek, into the missionary box, and called out to me, "I have thrown it in!" I asked her, "For whom did you bring your kopek, then?” She was silent. "For the poor heathen who have no God," I answered for her. "But," I added, "you do not know anything yet about God yourself, do you?" "Ha! Ha!" cried the others, laughing, "she is only a little heathen herself." Then the child listened with great attention to what I taught her about the true God, and from time to time exclaimed with astonishment, "A living God! a living God!" Then we went through the six days of creation, and when I came to the seventh, I asked her: "What did God do on the seventh day?" answer. "And what did men do?" "They talked with God." I could not have given her so good an explanation. I said no more, but begged her often to speak with God. II. I told the children one day about little Kitty, who had died so happily. me, "Where is dear Kitty now?" They asked them, "With her dear Saviour, Jesus, for it is written, that he that believeth on Him shall be saved." "But where shall we go?" they all said very sorrowfully. III. The history of Daniel made a great impression on the children. When they heard of the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar set up to be worshipped, Figeleia exclaimed, while she struck her hand down upon the table, "I would not worship the image." "Then you would have to go into the fiery furnace," I returned. Jenny said, "I should fall down before it, but in my heart I would pray to my God." "You try to go with both sides,” I answered, "that is not well pleasing to God." Figeleia, however, maintained decidedly, "I would not worship the image!" I stuck to my answer, "You must go into the furnace, then, Nebuchadnezzar keeps his word." The little one looked at me a little while, and said thoughtfully, "The true God could save me." "You are right," I cried, "and now you shall hear further." With eager attention and sparkling eyes, the children listened to the rest of the story; how the three men were thrown into the furnace, seven times hotter than was usual, |