children, encouraging the fishermen, healing the sick, and raising the dead; how he was transfigured before three of his disciples; how he sat at supper with the twelve on the eve of his betrayal; how he was arrested, falsely accused, brought before Pontius Pilate, and crucified; how he rose again from the dead, appeared to Mary in the garden, ate supper with two of his friends at Emmaus, and finally ascended into heaven.
Some of the print manufacturers have complete sets illustrating the life of Christ from good works of art. These are desirable possessions alike for the home and Sunday School. I am inclined to think, however, that a child prizes most a collection which has been accumulated slowly rather than bought as a whole, especially if he adds to it by his own exertions. Illustrations may be cut out of magazines, religious weeklies, and advertising literature of various kinds and supplemented by bought prints and post-cards.
I must here tell of the little nine-year-old girl to whom I once gave a scrapbook of my own making containing good Christ pictures arranged in chronological order, which became her chief delight. We began by reading the story together as the pictures unfolded it. How eagerly we passed from page to page till we reached the glorious climax. It was not long before she preferred to tell the story all by herself, and I can still hear the little voice falter sorrowfully over the picture where his “cruel enemies crucified him,” lingering tenderly on the next page where the loving women prepared him for burial, then breaking out joyously, “But he rose again from the
