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 There was once a child who was sepa- 
 rated /rom his father ; but he was so well 
 
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 able to keep that father in his mind, that 
 it consoled him many a time for the 
 sorrows of absence. His name was Frank ; 
 and he was born in that hot country on 
 the continent of Asia, called India. He 
 had no mamma ; and three little sisters, 
 who had once played with Frank, were 
 buried out of sight, and their souls had 
 gone to the Friend of little children ; sa 
 that Frank was the only one left to his 
 father ; and very dearly did the child and 
 his father love one another. He had no 
 play-fellows of his own age ; but he did 
 not need them. He was a quiet boy ; 
 and, from his ill-health,, he did not like 
 rough play, but was always happy to 
 listen to the stories which his father told 
 him, or sit by his side while he wrote, 
 looking up every now and then to his face, 
 but never disturbing him by talking or 
 noise. He told his papa all his thoughts, 
 and hid nothing from him ; and wisely and 
 tenderly did the good parent train his 
 little one, trying to wan him to love the 
 Savionr, and to give his young heart to 
 Him. 
 
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 But no care or love could make the 
 roses bloom in Frank's pale cheeks ; and 
 so the doctor said that if the boy did 
 not leave India soon, he v^ould die. 
 There are but few Enghsh children who 
 can bear the heat of Calcutta, the citv in 
 w^hich Frank's father lived : and it w^as 
 
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 decided at last that he should go to 
 England, to be educated. The day came 
 
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 for him to say farewell to his Indian home 
 and his dear papa, who could not leave 
 his business at Calcutta, but who loved 
 his child too well to wish to keep him in 
 so unhealthy a country. A lady, who was 
 going to England, took charge of Frank : 
 she had children of her own ; and both 
 she and they thought him a strange, dull 
 boy, so that he was left much alone during 
 the long voyage. For some time he was 
 very sad, and used to sit and cry as he 
 thought of his dear papa, and the long 
 time that must pass before they could 
 meet again ; and it seemed to him that it 
 would be hard work to be a good boy, now 
 that he had no father near to warn him 
 and to watch over him. 
 
 There was an old sailor on board the 
 ship, who pitied the little pale child ; and 
 he would often sit and tell him stories, 
 and explain to him the many wonderful 
 sights of the great deep sea over w^hich 
 they w^ere voyaging ; and soon Frank told 
 the good old sailor of his trouble, and how 
 he though that he could never, never be 
 happy, he feared, because he had no papa 
 

 
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 to teach him. But the sailor told him 
 that this was wrong, for if he did truly 
 love his father, he might go to him in 
 thought, and almost fancy him near all 
 the day long. He nnght do everything 
 
 he had taught him, just as if he were 
 present, never forgetting the prayer and 
 text of Scripture morning and evening, 
 and try also to conquer selfish, discontented 
 
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 tempers. Then, he told him, he might 
 write down his thoughts, his temptations, 
 and his trials ; and when he did this, and 
 thought of his absent papa, he would 
 almost feel that he was with him— not his 
 body, indeed, but better than the body, 
 his heart and soul. 
 
 And Frank found the sailor's words 
 true; for sometime^^, during that long 
 voyage, the little boy's thoughts were so 
 much on his father, and he lived so truly 
 as if he were with and saw him, that he 
 began to enjoy what he called his heart 
 visits to India; and he proved that, to 
 those who really love, it is not needful to 
 be with one another in order to enjoy 
 intercourse. Thus you see how little 
 Frank was constantly going to his father, 
 as truly as if he had run into his open 
 arms and nestled in his bosom. 
 
 Just so may you go to Jesus. He is 
 not to be seen with your eyes ; but you 
 know that in His Spirit He is always 
 present, and that He is in heaven to hear 
 your prayer, and to watch over and love 
 you. Read of Him in the Bible ; and, as 
 
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 you read, think of His great love to you 
 in dying on the cross, and let your heart 
 go to Him ; and pray that He would 
 make you His dear child, and not only 
 suffer you to come to Him on earth, but 
 take you, whenever you may leave it, to 
 His home in heaven. 
 
 
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