STORIES ON THE CATECHISM.

Suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified
dead and buried.

THE STORY THE BELL TOLD.
There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall,

Where the dear Lord was crucified,
Who died to save us all.

was a day in early spring, strangely bright and beautiful for the month of April; just such a day as comes to us sometimes when the frosts and snows of winter have passed away, and God sends to us the gladness of the summer sunshine; and sweet flowers, which seem to speak to us of Resurrection Joy come up suddenly, we know not how, to gladden our eyes with their beauty and their fairness. Flowers do not blossom in London as they do in the country, of course; we cannot walk through the great squares and the parks,