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-The Project Gutenberg eBook, Edith and her Ayah, and Other Stories, by A.
-L. O. E.
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-Title: Edith and her Ayah, and Other Stories
- Edith and Her Ayah; The Butterfly; The Penitent; The Reproof; The Vase and the Dart; The Jewel; The Storm; The Sabbath-Tree; The White Robe; Crosses; The Two Countries; Do You Love God?; The Imperfect Copy; A Story of the Crimea; ? Have a Home, a Happy Home?
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-EDITH AND HER AYAH,
-
-And Other Stories.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-[Illustration: A · L · O · E
-
-EDITH and her AYAH
-
-AND OTHER STORIES
-
-T. NELSON AND SONS. LONDON, EDINBURGH AND NEW YORK.]
-
-
-[Illustration: WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH THAT SHALL HE ALSO REAP]
-
-
-EDITH AND HER AYAH,
-AND OTHER STORIES.
-
-by
-
-A. L. O. E.
-
-Author of “Exiles in Babylon,” “Triumph over Midian,”
-“The Young Pilgrim,” etc.
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-
-
-London:
-T. Nelson and Sons, Paternoster Row;
-Edinburgh; and New York.
-1872.
-
-
-
-
-Contents.
-
-
- I. EDITH AND HER AYAH, 7
-
- II. THE BUTTERFLY, 20
-
- III. THE PENITENT, 29
-
- IV. THE REPROOF, 37
-
- V. THE VASE AND THE DART, 40
-
- VI. THE JEWEL, 49
-
- VII. THE STORM, 57
-
- VIII. THE SABBATH-TREE, 65
-
- IX. THE WHITE ROBE, 76
-
- X. CROSSES, 84
-
- XI. THE TWO COUNTRIES, 93
-
- XII. DO YOU LOVE GOD? 102
-
- XIII. THE IMPERFECT COPY, 106
-
- XIV. A STORY OF THE CRIMEA, 112
-
- XV. “I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME,” 119
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: BLESSINGS ARE UPON THE HEAD OF THE JUST. PROV. 10:6]
-
-
-
-
-I.
-
-EDITH AND HER AYAH.
-
-
-“Mamma,” said little Edith, looking up from the toys with which she was
-playing at the feet of her mother—“mamma, why does Motee Ayah never come
-in to prayers?”
-
-Mrs. Tuller was seated at her desk in the large room of her bungalow
-(house) in India. The day was hot; the blazing sun shone with fiery
-glare; but the light came into the room so much softened by green blinds
-and half-closed shutters, that the place was so dark that the lady could
-scarcely see to write. The punkah, a kind of huge fan, moving gently
-to and fro above her, made a refreshing air which would have sent her
-papers fluttering in every direction had not weights been placed to keep
-them down.
-
-Mrs. Tuller paused in her writing, but did not reply to the question
-asked by her child regarding her ayah, or native nurse.
-
-“Mamma,” said little Edith again, “does not Motee Ayah love the Lord
-Jesus?”
-
-“Alas, my child, she does not know him!”
-
-“But will you not teach her, mamma?” and the fair-haired girl looked up
-in her mother’s face with such a pleading look in her soft gray eyes,
-that, touched by her interest in the poor heathen, Mrs. Tuller bent down,
-kissed fondly the brow of her child, and whispered, “My love, I will try.”
-
-Nor did Mrs. Tuller forget her promise. Again and again she spoke to
-Motee of the Christian’s faith and the Christian’s God. It saddened
-the heart of the lady to feel that to seek to teach Motee religion
-was like trying to write upon water. The ayah joined her dark hands
-together, listened, or seemed to listen, said, “Very good, very good,” to
-everything that the beebee (lady) told her, but always returned to her
-idol, a hideous little wooden image, and performed her poojah (worship)
-to Vishnu, as if she had never heard of a purer religion. Mrs. Tuller
-grew quite disheartened about her. Sometimes the lady blamed her own
-imperfect knowledge of the language, and sometimes she felt almost angry
-with the ayah for her blindness and hardness of heart.
-
-[Illustration: TEACHING THE AYAH.]
-
-Poor Motee had been brought up from infancy amongst idolaters; she had
-never been taught truth when a child, and now error bound her like a
-chain. Motee had actually been led to think it honourable to her family
-that, many years before, there had been a suttee in it; that is to say,
-a poor young widow had burnt herself with the dead body of her husband.
-Happily, our Government has forbidden suttees—no widow can thus be burnt
-now; but still the cruel heathen religion hurts the bodies as well as
-the souls of the Queen’s dark subjects in India. Motee’s own father had
-died on a pilgrimage to what he believed to be a holy shrine. Travelling
-on foot for hundreds of miles under a burning sun, the poor idolater’s
-strength had given way, and he had laid himself down by the roadside,
-sick, faint, and alone, to die far away from his home. Poor Motee had
-never reflected that the religion which had thus cost the lives of two
-of her family could not be a religion of heavenly love. She worshipped
-Vishnu, for she knew no better; and when her lady spoke to her of the
-Lord, the ayah only said to herself, that the God of the English was not
-the God of the Hindu, and that she herself must do what all her fathers
-had done.
-
-Mrs. Tuller’s _words_ had little power, but her _example_ and that of her
-husband were not without some effect upon the ignorant ayah. Motee knew
-that the sahib (master) who prayed with his family, never used bad words,
-nor was unkind to his wife, nor beat his servants, nor took bribes. Motee
-knew that the beebee who read her Bible was gentle, generous, and kind.
-The ayah could not but respect the religion whose fruits she saw in the
-lives of her master and mistress.
-
-But it was not only the lady’s words and the lady’s example that were
-used as means to draw the poor Hindu to God. Little Edith had never heard
-the beautiful saying, that “the nearest road to any heart is through
-heaven,” and she would not have known its meaning if she had heard it,
-but the English child had been taught that the Saviour listens to prayer.
-Every night and morning Edith, at her mother’s knee, repeated the few
-simple words, “Lord Jesus, teach me to love thee!” and now, of her own
-accord, she added another short prayer. Mrs. Tuller caught the soft
-whispered words from the lips of her darling, “Lord Jesus, teach poor
-Motee Ayah to love thee!” The mother took no outward notice, but from her
-heart she added “Amen” to the prayer of her child.
-
-The hot season passed away; the time had come when Mr. Tuller and his
-family could enjoy what is called “camp life,” and move from place to
-place, living not in a house but a tent. The change was pleasant to the
-party, most of all to little Edith. She delighted in running about and
-playing with the goats, pulling the ropes, watching the black servants
-taking down the tents, or in riding on her little white pony. Edith’s
-cheeks, which during the hot weather had grown quite thin and pale,
-became plump and rosy once more; and merry was the sound of her childish
-voice as she gambolled in and out of the tent.
-
-One day, as Edith was playing outside, near the edge of a jungle or
-thicket, her attention was attracted by a beautiful little fawn, that
-seemed almost too young to run about, and which stood timidly gazing at
-the child with its soft dark eyes.
-
-“Pretty creature, come here,” cried Edith, beckoning with her small white
-hand; “have you lost your mother, little fawn? Come and share my milk and
-bread,—come, and I will make you my pet, and love you so much, pretty
-fawn!”
-
-As all her coaxing could not lure the timid creature to her side, Edith
-advanced towards it. The fawn started back with a frightened look, and
-fled into the jungle as fast as its weak, slender limbs could bear it.
-
-The merry child gave chase, following the fawn, and calling to it as she
-ran, pushing her way as well as she could between the tall reeds and
-grass, which were higher than her own curly head.
-
-Motee soon missed her charge, and quickly hurried after Edith. So eager,
-however, was the child in pursuit of the fawn, that she was some distance
-from the tents before the ayah overtook her.
-
-“O Missee Baba,” cried the panting nurse, “why you run away from your
-Motee?”
-
-“I want to catch the pretty fawn; I want to take it to mamma; it is too
-little to be by itself,—I’m afraid the jackals will get it!”
-
-“I am afraid that the jackals will get Missee Baba,” cried the ayah,
-catching the little girl up in her arms. “Missee must come back to the
-beebee directly.”
-
-Edith was a good little child, and made no resistance, though she looked
-wistfully into the bushes after the fawn, and called out to it again and
-again in hopes of luring it back. Motee attempted to return to the tents,
-but did not feel sure of the way,—the vegetation around grew so high that
-she could scarcely see two yards before her. She walked some steps with
-Edith in her arms, then stopped and looked round with a frightened air.
-
-“Motee, why don’t you go on?” asked Edith.
-
-“O Missee Baba, we’re lost!” cried the poor Hindu; “lost here in the
-dreadful jungle, full of wild beasts and snakes!”
-
-Edith stared at her ayah in alarm, yet at that moment the little child
-remembered her mother’s lessons. “Don’t be so frightened, Motee,” said
-the fair-haired English girl; “the Lord Jesus can save us, and show us
-the way to mamma.”
-
-There was comfort in that thought, which the poor heathen could not
-have drawn from calling on Vishnu and the thousand false gods which the
-ignorant Hindus adore. The little child could feel, as the woman could
-not, that even in that lonely jungle a great and a loving Friend was
-beside her!
-
-Again Motee tried to find her way, again she paused in alarm. What was
-that dreadful sound, like a growl, that startled the ayah, and made her
-sink on her knees in terror, clasping all the closer the little girl in
-her arms! Motee and Edith both turned to gaze in the direction from which
-that dreadful sound had proceeded. What was their horror on beholding the
-striped head of a Bengal tiger above the waving grass! Motee uttered a
-terrified scream,—Edith a cry to the Lord to save her. It seemed like the
-instant answer to that cry when the sharp report of a rifle rang through
-the thicket, quickly succeeded by a second; and the wild beast, mortally
-wounded, lay rolling and struggling on the earth! Edith saw nothing of
-what followed; the shock had been too great for the child; senseless with
-terror she lay in the arms of her trembling ayah!
-
-Edith’s father, for it was he whom Providence had sent to the rescue,
-bore his little darling back to the tent, leaving his servants, who had
-followed his steps, to bring in the spoils of the tiger. It was some time
-before Edith recovered her senses, and then an attack of fever ensued.
-Mrs. Tuller nursed her daughter with fondest care, and with scarcely less
-tenderness and love the faithful Motee tended the child. The poor ayah
-would have given her life to save that of her little charge.
-
-On the third night after that terrible adventure in the woods came the
-crisis of the fever. Mrs. Tuller, worn out by two sleepless nights, had
-been persuaded to go to rest, and let Motee take her turn of watching
-beside the child. The tent was nearly dark,—but one light burned
-within it,—Edith lay in shadow,—the ayah could not see her face,—a
-terror came over the Hindu,—all was so still, she could not hear any
-breathing,—could Missee Baba be dead! Motee during two anxious days had
-prayed to all the false gods that she could think of to make Missee Edith
-well; but the fever had not decreased. Now, in the silence of the night,
-poor Motee Ayah bethought her of the English girl’s words in the jungle.
-Little Edith had said that the Lord could save them,—and had he not saved
-from the jaws of the savage tiger? Could he not help them now? The Hindu
-knelt beside the charpoy (pallet) on which lay the fair-haired child,
-put her brown palms together, bowed her head, and for the first time in
-her life breathed a prayer to the Christian’s God: “Lord Jesus, save
-Missee Baba!”
-
-[Illustration: THE AYAH PRAYING.]
-
-“O Motee! Motee!” cried little Edith, starting up from the pillow with
-a cry of delight, and flinging her white arms round the neck of the
-astonished Hindu, “the Lord has made you love him,—I knew he would,—for
-I prayed so hard. And oh, how I love you, Motee—more than ever I did
-before!” The curly head nestled on the bosom of the ayah, and her dark
-skin was wet with the little child’s tears of joy.
-
-Edith, a few minutes before, had awoke refreshed from a long sleep,
-during which her fever had passed away. And from that hour her recovery
-was speedy; before many days were over the child was again sporting about
-in innocent glee. And from that night the ayah never prayed to an idol
-again. Willing she now was to listen to all that the beebee could tell
-of a great and merciful Lord. Of the skin of the tiger that the sahib
-had slain a rug was made, which Edith called her praying-carpet. Upon
-this, morning and night, the white English girl and her ayah knelt side
-by side, and offered up simple prayers to Him who had saved them from
-death. Mrs. Tuller’s words had done less than her example in drawing a
-poor wandering soul to God; but the prayer lisped by her little lamb had
-had greater effect than either.
-
-Oh, if, in our dear land, all the little ones who have no money to give
-to the missionary cause, who have never even seen an idolater, would lift
-up their hands and hearts to the Lord, saying, “Teach the poor heathen to
-love thee!” how rich a harvest of blessings would be drawn down by such a
-prayer on those who know not the truth, and still sit in darkness and the
-shadow of death!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: BUY THE TRUTH AND SELL IT NOT. Prov. 23:23.]
-
-
-
-
-II.
-
-THE BUTTERFLY.
-
-
-A party of boys had been playing in the fields on a sunny afternoon in
-the bright month of June. They had been chasing a gay butterfly, which,
-in its uncertain flight, had led them over hedge and ditch, till at
-last the beautiful prize was won, and the brilliant insect remained a
-helpless prisoner in the hands of its pursuers. Alas, for the butterfly!
-A few moments before so gay and so free, sometimes resting on a blossom,
-then fluttering up towards the sky, its lovely wings were rudely torn
-away, and it lay quivering in the agonies of death. At this moment Ella
-Claremont, a young lady of the village, approached the party; she had
-seen the chase and its close, and looked with regret on the poor mangled
-butterfly. “Why did you not let it live?” said she; “it had never harmed
-you, and it was so happy. You easily took away its little life,” she
-added; “but could any of you, could any power on earth, give that life
-back again?”
-
-[Illustration: A HELPLESS PRISONER.]
-
-The boys looked one upon another, and were silent, till the eldest of
-them, Giles, replied, “I am sorry that I killed it, but I did not know
-that there was any harm.”
-
-“Surely,” said Ella, in a very gentle voice, “in a world where there is
-so much pain, one would be sorry to add, even in the least degree, to
-the amount of it. There is another feeling,” continued she, “that should
-make us merciful to every creature; we should look upon it as one of the
-wonderful works of God.”
-
-“Why,” said Anthony, “a butterfly is only a caterpillar after it has
-wings.”
-
-“True; but what human skill could form a caterpillar! It has been
-calculated that in a single caterpillar there are _sixty thousand
-muscles_!”
-
-An exclamation of astonishment burst from the boys.
-
-“They must be finer than spiders’ threads,” cried Giles.
-
-“I daresay,” replied the lady, “that you are not aware that each separate
-spider’s thread is said to be formed of about _three thousand_ joined
-together.”
-
-“The world seems full of wonders,” exclaimed little Robert.
-
-“It is indeed; the more we search into God’s works, the more wisdom and
-skill do we behold.”
-
-“I’ll not kill a butterfly again,” said Giles.
-
-“I never see one fluttering in the sun,” continued Ella, “without
-thinking of those lines:—
-
- ‘Thou hast burst from thy prison,
- Bright child of the air!
- Like a spirit just risen
- From its mansion of care!’”
-
-“That sounds very pretty,” said Giles; “but I don’t understand it.”
-
-“It is not very difficult to explain,” replied Ella. “The butterfly
-teaches us a joyful lesson; it is what is called a _type_ of immortality!
-You see the lowly caterpillar crawling over a leaf,—it cannot raise
-itself towards the sky,—it cannot leave the earth; in this it is like
-what _we are now_. Then, as you know, it seems to die; it is wrapped up
-in its little covering, and there it lies without motion or feeling—that
-is like what _we must be_.”
-
-“Ah! I see; when we are in our coffins, dead and buried,” cried Robert.
-“But the bright butterfly soon bursts from the dark case, and we do not
-rise from our graves.”
-
-“_We shall_,” replied Ella earnestly; “_we all shall rise again_. No
-longer prisoners bound to earth, no longer creeping on amidst trials
-and sorrows, but free, happy, glorious, shining in the beams of the Sun
-of Righteousness. ‘For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be
-raised’ (1 Cor. xv. 52). Why should we fear death—why should we dread
-being laid in the cold tomb? When we think of the hope set before us,
-well may we cry, ‘O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy
-victory?’” (1 Cor. xv. 55).
-
-There was a deep silence for a few moments; nothing was heard but the
-song of a lark high overhead, as it soared towards the sky.
-
-Then Giles spoke in a tone of awe, “Will _all_ rise again?”
-
-“Yes, all.”
-
-“Will all rise to be free, and happy, and glorious?”
-
-“Alas, no!” replied Ella.
-
-“How can we tell,” continued the boy, after a little hesitation,
-“whether _we_ shall be among the happy ones?”
-
-“There will be but two classes then,” said Ella, “as there are but two
-classes amongst those called Christians now. We may divide all who have
-heard of a Saviour into _those who love God, and those who love sin_.
-Those who love sin will awake to misery; those who love God will awake to
-glory.”
-
-“But,” said the boy anxiously, “there may be some who love God and really
-try to obey him, and yet sin sometimes.”
-
-“_All_ sin sometimes,” replied Ella. “There is not one human being free
-from sin.”
-
-“Then,” said Giles, “I should be afraid that, when the trumpet sounded,
-my sins would be like chains, and keep me down, so that I could not rise.”
-
-Every eye was turned towards Ella; every ear anxiously listened for her
-reply; for every young heart was conscious of some sin, and felt the
-difficulty which Giles had started.
-
-“It would have been so,” replied Ella, “had not the Saviour died for
-sinners like us. His blood washes us _quite clean_ from all guilt—that
-is, if we really believe on him and love him. Let us look upon our sins
-as chains _now_, and struggle hard to burst them, and pray for grace to
-help us: then, if we are Christ’s people, we shall rise joyfully in that
-great day when ‘the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout,
-with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God’” (1 Thess.
-iv. 16).
-
-“I think,” said Giles, after a pause, “that sins are like chains, and
-very hard to break too. There is temper, now! I know that I’ve a bad
-temper; I determine over and over again that I will get rid of it; but
-the harder I struggle, the tighter the chain seems to grow.”
-
-“And mother is trying to cure me of saying bad words,” cried little
-Robert; “but it’s no use—they will come; I say them when I’m not thinking
-about it.”
-
-“Have you tried prayer?” inquired Ella. “Do you not know the precious
-promises, ‘If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to
-all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him’ (James
-i. 5). ‘Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock,
-and it shall be opened unto you’ (Luke xi. 9). These words have often
-been such a comfort to me, when I felt how heavy my chain was, and how
-weak my efforts to get rid of it. And now, my young friends, I must leave
-you; will you think over what I have said?”
-
-“Yes, miss, and thank you for it,” said Giles, touching his cap.
-
-Ella paused as she was turning to depart, and gazed upon the sky, all
-bright with the evening sun, setting amidst clouds of crimson and gold.
-
-“How glorious!” she cried, “how beautiful that work of God! He, too,
-speaks of the resurrection; he sinks to rise again!
-
- ‘Just so is the Christian; his course he begins,
- Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins,
- Then all in a moment he breaks out and shines,
- And travels his heavenly way.
-
- ‘And when he comes nearer to finish his race,
- Like a fine setting sun, he grows richer in grace,
- And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,
- Of rising in brighter array!’
-
-“Farewell, my children. Whether we shall see each other again on this
-earth, who shall dare to say? But we shall meet again when the last
-trumpet sounds, and the dead hear the Saviour’s voice, and the saints
-awake in his likeness. Let us live now as those who are waiting for the
-Lord, and who long for the hour of his appearing.”
-
- “Oh! when through earth, and sea, and skies,
- Th’ archangel’s final summons flies,
- May we, through Christ, immortal rise
- Towards a heavenly home!
-
- “They who together life have trod,
- May they together burst the sod,
- And glorious rise to meet their God!
- Come, Jesus, Saviour, come!”
-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: THE HAND OF THE DILIGENT MAKETH RICH]
-
-
-
-
-III.
-
-THE PENITENT.
-
-
-“What is the matter with you, Charley?” said George Mayne, as he returned
-home from the factory, and found his little brother crying violently on
-the door-step. “What has vexed you, Charley, my boy?”
-
-“Oh, my father will never forgive me,” sobbed the child.
-
-“I cannot think that, he is so good and so kind. Come, dry up your tears,
-and tell me what has happened; perhaps I may be able to help you out of
-your trouble.”
-
-[Illustration: CHARLEY’S GRIEF.]
-
-It was some time before, soothed by the kindness of his brother, the
-boy became calm enough to explain the cause of his grief. With a voice
-half choked with tears he began: “Father had sent me to pay the baker—he
-had given me a half-crown to do it—he had _trusted me_; and now it is
-all—all gone! Oh, father will never forgive me!” and he burst into a
-fresh agony of sorrow.
-
-“You lost the money, did you? Well, father can ill afford it, but he will
-forgive you for an accident, I am sure.”
-
-“But it was _not_ an accident, that is the worst of it! You see, I met
-Jack and Ben; they were playing at pitch-farthing, and they called to me
-to join them.”
-
-“But father has forbidden us to keep company with those idle boys.”
-
-“I know it—but I disobeyed him—I was very wrong—and I am very miserable.”
-
-“I hope that you did not join the game?”
-
-“Not at first—I told them that I had given father my solemn promise
-never to gamble; but they jeered me, and laughed at me—and I played with
-them—and they got all my money from me—the half-crown that was not mine,
-with which I had been _trusted_. Oh, father will never forgive me!”
-
-“Now, Charley, do you know what I advise you to do?” said George. “Go to
-father at once, confess your fault to him, let not one sin lead you to
-another.”
-
-“Confess to him!—I dare not.”
-
-“I will go with you, Charley; I will plead for you.”
-
-“But father is so poor; he will be in debt, and he cannot bear that! He
-will be so angry. Oh, cannot I say that some one snatched the half-crown
-out of my hand?”
-
-“Charley, Charley!” cried his brother, almost sternly, “the Evil One is
-tempting you. He has gained one victory over you; would you be his slave
-entirely? Pray to God for strength to struggle against this temptation:
-remember that liars have no place in heaven. I will plead for you, I say;
-and as for the money, I have been saving up pence for the last six months
-to buy a particular book which I have much wished to have—I have just
-enough of money, and I will pay the debt.”
-
-“O George, how good you are! But if the debt is paid, need I confess?”
-
-“Yes; you have not only lost the money, but broken father’s command, and
-broken your own promise. Hide nothing. Take my hand, Charley, and come
-with me at once; every moment that we delay doing what is right, we add
-to the difficulty of doing it.”
-
-So hand in hand the two brothers appeared before their father, who was
-resting himself after a hard day’s work. George encouraged poor Charley
-to confess his fault; he entreated forgiveness for the offender; he
-placed in the hand of his father his own hard-earned savings. The parent
-opened his arms, and pressed both his sons to his heart! Then making
-Charley sit down beside him, the good man thus addressed his repentant
-child:—
-
-“I forgive you, my boy, for the sake of your brother; but there is
-another Friend whom you have offended, whose commandment you have broken,
-whose forgiveness you must seek.”
-
-“I know that I have sinned against God,” said Charley sadly.
-
-“And for whose sake do you hope to be forgiven?”
-
-Charley looked up in the face of his father, and replied, “I hope for
-forgiveness for the sake of the Lord Jesus Christ.”
-
-“And if you are grateful to an earthly brother for pitying you, and
-pleading for you, and paying your debt, how can you be thankful enough
-to that heavenly Saviour who shed his own _blood_ to win for you a free
-pardon, and who now is pleading for you at the right hand of God?”
-
-Charley was silent, but his eyes filled with tears.
-
-“And now, George, my boy, bring me the Bible,” said his father; “it is
-time for our evening reading.”
-
-“What part shall I read?” inquired George, reverently opening the sacred
-book.
-
-“Oh, let him read of some one who had sinned and was forgiven!” said poor
-Charley.
-
-At his father’s look of assent, George turned to the touching story of
-the woman who, weeping and penitent, sought for mercy from the Saviour,
-and found it.
-
-“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that
-Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster-box of
-ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his
-feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed
-his feet, and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee
-which had bidden him saw it, he spake within himself, saying, This man,
-if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this
-is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner. And Jesus answering, said unto
-him, Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he saith, Master, say
-on. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors; the one owed five
-hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he
-frankly forgave them both. Tell me, therefore, which of them will love
-him most? Simon answered and said, I suppose that he to whom he forgave
-most. And he said unto him, Thou hast rightly judged. And he turned to
-the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into
-thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my
-feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest
-me no kiss: but this woman, since the time I came in, hath not ceased to
-kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman
-hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins,
-which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is
-forgiven, the same loveth little. And he said unto her, Thy sins are
-forgiven” (Luke vii. 37-48).
-
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-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: ENTER NOT INTO THE PATH OF THE WICKED. Prov.]
-
-
-
-
-IV.
-
-THE REPROOF.
-
-
-A lady and her young daughter were travelling by train. Two gentlemen
-occupied seats in the same carriage, and presently entered into
-conversation with each other. Their language was such as pained their
-fellow-traveller to hear. The sacred name of the Deity lightly uttered,
-the profane oath on their lips, showed how little they regarded that
-solemn warning, “_For every idle word men shall speak, they shall give an
-account the day of judgment._” Fearful of uttering her thoughts to the
-strangers, the lady turned to her daughter, who, after having shown the
-fidgety restlessness common to children upon a journey, now sat still
-with open eyes and ears, a wondering listener to the conversation.
-
-[Illustration: IN THE TRAIN.]
-
-Anxious to divert the attention of Adine, the lady pointed out to her
-various objects on the road, and then proceeded to repeat anecdote after
-anecdote from the funds of a well-stocked memory. Adine was soon all
-attention; and at last even the gentlemen, having worn out their own
-subject of conversation, paused to listen to the mother entertaining her
-child.
-
-“Did I ever tell you the story of a great king,” said the lady, “who once
-overheard two of his courtiers speaking in a way greatly to displease
-him? He gently drew back the curtains of his tent, and uttered this quiet
-reproof: ‘_Remove a little further, gentlemen, for your king hears you!_’
-
-“Adine,” continued the mother, with a flushed cheek and beating heart,
-for she wished, yet feared, to make her lesson plain to the older
-listeners, “may not some people yet need such a reproof?”
-
-“It would be of no use, mamma,” replied the child simply; “for, let us
-remove as far as we can, _our heavenly King always hears us_!”
-
-There was not another oath uttered during the remainder of that journey;
-the lesson had not been given in vain.
-
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-
-
-
-
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-
-
-
-
-V.
-
-THE VASE AND THE DART.
-
-
-“Not at school again, Harry?” said the teacher, Willy Thorn, as he seated
-himself in the little parlour of Widow Brown, and regarded with a kind
-but almost sad countenance the flushed face of her grandson. “You have
-not been with us for a month, Harry, and I fear that you never go to
-church. I had hoped better things of you, my boy.”
-
-“It’s all from the bad company that he gets into,” said the widow, taking
-off her spectacles and wiping the glasses. “He is a good lad at heart,
-sir; but you see as how he has no firmness—he can’t say _No_. Harry
-intends to do well one hour, and forgets all about it the next; but I’ll
-be bound you’ll see him at school and at church too, some day or other.”
-
-“He knows not how long he may have the _opportunity_ of doing either.
-Remember, Harry, the fate of your young companion, Sam Porter, hurried in
-one instant into eternity—not one moment given him to repent, to call on
-his Saviour!—all his _opportunities_ past for ever!”
-
-Harry sighed and looked down.
-
-“Well, my boy,” said Thorn, more cheerfully, “if you have made good
-resolutions and broken them a hundred times, _try again_; try with
-_faith_ and _prayer_, and God may give you the victory yet! I heard a
-little allegory to-day. I thought that it might interest, and perhaps
-benefit you; so, as it is too dark at present for reading, I will repeat
-it to you, if Mrs. Brown would like to hear it.”
-
-“I am quite agreeable,” said the old woman, leaning back in her arm-chair.
-
-“What is an allegory?” inquired Harry.
-
-“Real truths shown in fiction. You will understand better what an
-allegory is when you have listened to this. It is called the story of
-
- “THE VASE AND THE DART.
-
-“A young boy entered a beautiful garden, which extended as far as the eye
-could reach. Through the whole length of it stretched a narrow avenue,
-bordered with overhanging trees. Slowly the boy pursued his way along it,
-listening to the songs of the birds, and admiring the green foliage above
-him, through which, here and there, streamed the rays of the glorious
-sun. He quickly perceived that he was not alone; on either side, all down
-the long avenue, stood a line of maidens, beautiful to behold. They were
-all robed in white, with wreaths of fresh flowers on their heads, and
-greeted the boy with a bright smile of welcome. Each held in her right
-hand a vase of gold, in her left a sharp iron dart.”
-
-“I do not understand this allegory at all,” said Harry. “Did any one ever
-see such maidens as these?”
-
-“These maidens,” replied Thorn, “are well known to _all_—they are called
-_Opportunities_. Who has not met with opportunities of doing good,
-opportunities of receiving good?”
-
-[Illustration: THE ROWS OF MAIDENS.]
-
-“I see, sir. Pray go on.”
-
-“As the boy approached the first maiden, she held out her vase to him,
-and invited him to take the contents. On the golden vase appeared the
-word PRAYER, and the sweetest, fairest fruits were heaped up within it;
-but the boy scarcely glanced at the proffered gift. ‘It is wearisome!’ he
-cried; so pushed it aside and passed on.”
-
-“Opportunity for prayer!” cried old Mrs. Brown. “Ah, sir, who can count
-how many times we have pushed that away from us! God forgive us!”
-
-“The boy sauntered on,” resumed Willy Thorn, “and soon another fair
-maiden stood before him: she also held forth a vase of bright gold, full
-of pieces of glittering silver. On it was inscribed the word KNOWLEDGE.”
-
-“Here is the opportunity of gaining learning at school,” said Mrs. Brown,
-who was an intelligent old woman, and had read a good deal in her youth.
-
-“But the boy scarcely glanced at the proffered gift. ‘It is troublesome!’
-he cried; so pushed it aside and passed on.
-
-“A short space further on another maiden stopped him, with a bright and
-joyous countenance. Her gold vase contained the loveliest flowers, and
-on it appeared written, ACTS OF KINDNESS TO OTHERS. The boy looked at it
-wistfully for a moment, tempted by the sweet perfume of the beautiful
-blossoms. Opportunity smiled, but _selfishness_ stayed the hand of the
-boy, half stretched out to empty the vase: he pushed it aside and passed
-on.
-
-“The next maiden who greeted him was calm and fair, with a grave and
-earnest look. Her vase was full of refined gold, and this was the motto
-which it bore: ATTENDANCE AT THE HOUSE OF GOD. A sound of church-bells
-came on the breeze, and the sweet music of a distant hymn; but in vain
-they fell on the boy’s listening ear. ‘It is dull!’ he cried; pushed the
-rich vase aside, and passed on.”
-
-“But you said, sir,” observed Harry, “that the maidens held darts in
-their left hands, as well as vases in their right. What do you mean by
-them?”
-
-“You shall hear before I end my story. So the boy reached another maiden,
-who looked like an angel from heaven. Her eyes shone like stars in the
-calm blue sky, and the tones of her voice thrilled deep into the heart.
-Her vase was overflowing with sparkling jewels, brighter than those which
-monarchs wear. On it shone in glittering letters, THE WORD OF GOD.”
-
-“Oh, I hope that he put out his hand and took _that_!” cried the aged
-woman, resting hers on her Bible.
-
-“Opportunity cried, ‘Oh, pass me not by! _Search the Scriptures_, that
-can make you _wise unto salvation_.’ She held forth her vase with
-imploring look, but the boy was intent on pursuing his way. ‘I care not
-for it!’ he cried; so pushed it aside and passed on.”
-
-“Well, he might have the same opportunity of reading the Bible again and
-again,” said Harry.
-
-“Not the _same_,” replied Willy Thorn; “the boy could not retrace
-one step of his way. No moment of time can ever be recalled. Every
-opportunity of doing good once past, whatever others may arise, _that_
-opportunity is past for ever!
-
-“‘I shall meet with more maidens,’ said the boy. ‘I see an endless number
-before me; doubtless they carry vases as precious as those which I have
-rejected.’ But even as he spoke the words, he came suddenly on a black
-iron gate, and he could pass on no further. Shuddering, he read on the
-gate the solemn word, DEATH!
-
-“Then would he gladly have turned round: then would he have earnestly
-asked for one more _opportunity_ for prayer—one more _opportunity_ of
-doing what is right; but _the last had been passed_—he had slighted the
-treasure of the _last_! Nor can we despise opportunities, and not suffer
-for doing so; if they offer the vase, they also carry the punishment
-meet for those who neglect its contents. As the boy stood trembling at
-the gate of Death, a dart came hissing through the air, and inflicted on
-him a burning wound: then came another and another; every opportunity
-despised sent its messenger of vengeance, and the wretched boy, writhing
-with the arrows of conscience in his soul, sank down at the gate, _and
-perished_!”
-
-“Alas!” cried Harry, “where can I then find safety, for _I_ have
-neglected more opportunities than I can number of _doing good_ and
-_receiving good_?”
-
-“Ask the Lord for pardon through the blood of the Saviour!” exclaimed
-Thorn. “‘_Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation_;’
-neglect not _this_ opportunity—_it may be your last_! O my young friend!
-no day leaves you as it found you; every day brings its _opportunities_
-of _prayer_, _praise_, _reading the Bible_, and _obeying God’s laws_;
-every day you have chosen either the vase or the dart.”
-
-Dear reader, to you would I address a few words. If this little story
-has raised the thought in your heart, “How have _I_ improved my
-opportunities?” oh, push it not aside and pass on! Let not the day close
-without prayer; seize the golden prize while yet it is offered to you, or
-hope not to escape the dart!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-VI.
-
-THE JEWEL.
-
-
-As a lady was walking across Hyde Park, rather early in the day, she
-happened to take her handkerchief out of her pocket, and drew out with
-it, by accident, a little red case. It fell on the path, and rolled
-almost to the feet of a poor girl who was standing near. The child was
-clad in rags, her hair was rough, her face and hands dirty; she was one
-who had no one to care for her, no one to teach her what was right. Half
-eager, half afraid, she stretched out her hand to seize the prize, but
-first turned round to see that she was not observed, and met the eye of
-the lady.
-
-“Stop!” said Mrs. Claremont, who had heard the case drop on the ground;
-“stop, little girl, _you are in danger of losing something_!” and while
-the astonished Ann knew not what could possibly be meant by such strange
-words, the lady quietly stooped down and picked up the case herself.
-
-She then again addressed the child; her manner was not angry, but calm
-and kind, and Ann, notwithstanding her fear and shame, felt a pleasure in
-listening to so gentle a voice.
-
-“Come beside me while I rest on this bench,” said Mrs. Claremont, “and
-tell me what I meant, when I said that you were in danger of losing
-something.”
-
-Ann only stared at her, and made no answer.
-
-“Do you know that you have a soul?”
-
-“I know nothing about it,” muttered the girl.
-
-“Then,” said Mrs. Claremont, “I will show you what you were going to
-take, and explain to you what you were in danger of losing.”
-
-“I’ve got nothing to lose,” thought Ann, but she watched the lady with
-some curiosity.
-
-[Illustration: THE LADY AND THE LITTLE GIRL.]
-
-“You see,” continued Mrs. Claremont, “this little red case. It has
-nothing fine about it,—it looks old and worn. Did you think it worth
-stealing?”
-
-“I thought there was something in it.”
-
-“You thought right; the most precious part is _within_. So it is with
-you, and all people, my child. Your body, which can be seen and felt, is
-like the _case_ of the jewel; your soul is the jewel itself.”
-
-“What is a soul?” said Ann.
-
-“When I speak to you, you _think_ of what I say—the part of you that
-_thinks_ is the soul; if any were kind to you, you would _love_ them—the
-part that _loves_ is the soul. You can see that tree; it lives, but it
-has no soul in it, it cannot _love_ or _think_. Do you understand me now?”
-
-“Yes,” answered the girl.
-
-“You cannot see this jewel, because the case is shut; I am going to open
-the case, and show it to you.”
-
-Mrs. Claremont unclosed the little case, and Ann beheld a very beautiful
-jewel, which sparkled like a star in the rays of the sun.
-
-“This jewel was given to my great-grandmother on her marriage,” said Mrs.
-Claremont.
-
-“Oh, how bright and fine it is!” cried Ann; “it does not look at all old!”
-
-“It will never look old. When I and my children’s children are in their
-graves, it will look beautiful and fresh as ever! And so it is with the
-soul. Our bodies must be laid in the tomb, but our souls—those jewels
-within—will never, never die!”
-
-“Where will they be when our bodies are dead?” asked Ann.
-
-“Either in happiness or in misery, according as we have been God’s
-faithful people here or not,” replied Mrs. Claremont. “Now tell me, my
-poor child, for which should we care most,—the _case_ or the _jewel_, the
-_body_ or the _soul_?”
-
-“The soul,” answered Ann.
-
-“And it was your soul which you were putting in danger even now; for
-_sin_ is the ruin of the soul. It is written in God’s Word, ‘What shall
-it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul, or
-what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?’ To procure a few more
-comforts for your weak perishing body, would you throw away the precious
-jewel within?”
-
-Ann looked at the lady very sadly, and then replied, “No one ever spoke
-to me in this way before; no one cares for _my_ soul!”
-
-“O my child, there is One who cares for it, One to whom it is very
-precious! The Lord Jesus Christ left the glory of heaven to come and
-save poor souls. He bought yours with his life’s blood. He died on the
-cross, that it might shine for ever in glory!”
-
-“Does the Lord really care for me?” inquired Ann anxiously. “Why, then,
-am I so wretched and so poor?”
-
-“He does care for you; he does love you; you are precious to him. And as
-for being poor and wretched—look again at this beautiful jewel, and tell
-me where you think that it came from first.”
-
-“I cannot tell.”
-
-“It came from the dust,—it was dug from the dark earth. It had no great
-beauty then; those who did not know its real value would have despised
-and thrown it away; but there were those who knew that it was precious.
-So we too belong to the dust, fallen sinful creatures; and we would have
-lain there for ever, had not the Lord had pity upon us and raised us, and
-brought us into the sunlight of his gospel.”
-
-“If the jewel was not bright at first, what makes it so bright now?”
-inquired Ann.
-
-“It has been _cut_ and _polished_, and so it is with our souls. God
-sends them poverty or trials here, to prepare them to shine in his palace
-above! If the jewel had been a living thing it would not have liked to
-have been cut, but it would never have been bright without it.”
-
-“I should like to know more about the Lord who cares for my soul, and
-bought it with his blood,” sighed Ann.
-
-“Have you a Bible or Testament, my child?”
-
-“No, ma’am.”
-
-“Can you read?”
-
-“No,” said Ann sadly.
-
-“There is a Ragged School near, to which you might go and be taught, and
-hear about the Lord Jesus, and what he has done for your soul.”
-
-“I know where the school is,” said Ann.
-
-“Go, then, and you will be made welcome, my poor little friend. I do not
-remain in London myself, but I will leave with the teacher some clothes,
-and a beautiful Bible, which shall be yours as soon as you can read it.”
-
-“Thank you, ma’am,” said the girl.
-
-“And one little word before we part, perhaps never to meet again in this
-world,” continued Mrs. Claremont. “If you cannot read you can _pray_—have
-you ever prayed to God?”
-
-“Never,” replied Ann.
-
-“Your soul can never be safe until you do. Kneel down, morning and
-evening, and at least repeat these few words: ‘_O Lord, forgive my sins,
-and make my heart clean by thy Spirit, for Jesus Christ’s sake._’ So
-short a prayer you can remember, can you not, if I repeat it over to you
-two or three times?”
-
-“I think so,” said Ann.
-
-“Pray with your whole heart, my child, and God, for the sake of the
-Saviour, will hear and bless you. Love him who first loved you, believe
-in his mercy, and obey his holy commandments. Then what matter if for a
-few years, or months, or days, you be called upon to wait or suffer here?
-Death will soon unclose the worn-out case, and remove the precious jewel
-to that glorious place where tears shall be wiped from every eye, and
-sorrow and sighing shall flee for ever away!”
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM. Prov.
-ix. 10]
-
-
-
-
-VII.
-
-THE STORM.
-
-
-A little vessel was floating over the Sea of Tiberias; the Lord Jesus and
-his disciples were within it. “And there arose a great storm of wind,
-and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full. And Jesus was
-in the hinder part of the ship, asleep on a pillow; and they awake him,
-and say unto him, Master, carest thou not that we perish? And he arose,
-and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still! And the
-wind ceased, and there was a great calm” (Mark iv. 37-39). The tossing
-waves sank down at his word, and the obedient waters lay like a sheet of
-glass, reflecting the blue sky above! “And he said unto his disciples,
-Why are ye so fearful? how is it that ye have no faith? And they feared
-exceedingly, and said one to another, What manner of Man is this, that
-even the wind and the sea obey him?” (Mark iv.)
-
-Dear little reader, are _you_ in trouble or temptation? Then are you like
-the disciples on the stormy Sea of Tiberias. Perhaps your relations are
-harsh and unkind, or perhaps you are a poor orphan without a friend in
-the world, and are ready to say, “No man careth for my soul!” But you
-have one Friend, a powerful Friend, a loving Friend, who has led you on
-your voyage through life until now, and will lead you to the end! The
-Lord Jesus is beside you, though you see him not. Hear what he says to
-those who love him: _Can a woman forget her sucking child! yea, they may
-forget, yet will I not forget thee_ (Isa. xlix. 15).
-
-Or are you in great poverty, hungry and weary? You can scarcely earn your
-daily bread, you have no comfort, no rest, no home! In the bitterness
-of your heart, you cry, “Lord, carest thou not that we perish?” O my
-child, the Saviour is _not_ asleep! He knows your trials, he has felt
-them all—the Lord of heaven and earth once “_had not where to lay his
-head!” Behold, the eye of the Lord is upon them that fear him, upon them
-that hope in his mercy; to deliver their soul from death, and to keep
-them alive in famine_ (Ps. xxxiii. 18, 19). _Many are the afflictions of
-the righteous; but the Lord delivereth him out of them all_ (Ps. xxxiv.
-19). Ask the Lord to help you, to feed you, to comfort you, above all,
-to give you his Holy Spirit; for if we love and trust in him, then _our
-light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more
-exceeding and eternal weight of glory_. Then the rough wind of trouble
-will but bring you on more quickly towards heaven, and even here below
-Jesus may bid the waves of affliction _be still_, and there shall be a
-_great calm_!
-
-Or are you in the storm of temptation? You wish to please God, you wish
-to go to heaven, but you feel as though the way were too hard for you.
-You think, “I cannot resist that temptation; I can give up all but that
-one sin. If I do not join my companions in what is wrong, I shall be
-despised; if I do not tell such a falsehood, I shall be beaten; if I
-do not work or sell on Sundays, I shall be starved!” In such a storm
-of temptation turn to the Saviour still; _for in that he himself hath
-suffered being tempted, he is able to succour them that are tempted_
-(Heb. ii. 18). Cry, “Lord, save me or I perish! Give me thy Holy Spirit,
-that I may be ready to follow thee through trouble and temptation.
-Whatever I may suffer here, oh, keep me faithful to thee!”
-
-Think on this one great truth, dear reader. The _comfort of the voyage_
-matters _little_ in comparison to the _place_ where we are going. The
-voyage of life cannot last very long; the fiercest storm must soon pass
-away! Look at these two different passengers, and think which of them you
-would pity.
-
-See one vessel bounding gaily over the bright water, the wind in her
-favour, the sun shining upon her; and look at that man on her deck! He is
-a _slave_; he is going to suffering and misery, he dreads to arrive at
-the port. _Do you not pity him?_ Yet his case is happy compared with that
-of those who forget God—who, caring but for pleasure, living only for
-this world, are yet hurrying on to death—_and after death the judgment_!
-Poor slaves of sin! do they not know that—
-
- “The greatest evil we can fear,
- Is to possess our portion here!”
-
-[Illustration: THE MAN AT THE WHEEL.]
-
-Now look at this other man in a storm-tossed vessel! He is going _home_.
-He is going to riches, and honour, and happiness, and _home_! Though the
-waves rise high, they will not overwhelm him; though the clouds are so
-dark, there is a sunshine in his _heart_! On the shore he knows that all
-will be peace, and he can smile in the midst of the storm! _Do you pity
-him?_ But far happier is the Christian, however afflicted here; for his
-heart, and his hopes, and his home, are in heaven, and he is on his way
-to God! His sins forgiven through the blood of his Saviour, his courage
-supported by the power of God’s grace! _Blessed is the man that endureth
-temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life,
-which the Lord hath promised to them that love him!_ (James i. 12).
-
-Think of those who have already landed on the happy shore, but not till
-they had passed through the storm. There are saints who have suffered,
-and martyrs who have died for the Lord! They do not wish _now_ that their
-trials had been less;—sweet is to them the remembrance of the storm! When
-holy St. John, banished to Patmos for the sake of the gospel, saw heaven
-opened, and its glory appearing, what did he behold there? These are his
-words:—
-
-“After this I beheld, and, lo, a great multitude, which no man could
-number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, and tongues, stood
-before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and
-palms in their hands. And one of the elders answered, saying unto me,
-What are these which are arrayed in white robes? and whence came they?
-And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they
-which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and
-made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore are they before the
-throne of God, and serve him day and night in his temple: and he that
-sitteth on the throne shall dwell among them. They shall hunger no more,
-neither thirst any more; neither shall the sun light on them, nor any
-heat. For the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them,
-and shall lead them unto living fountains of waters: and God shall wipe
-away all tears from their eyes” (Rev. vii. 9, 13-17).
-
- “_Lord, carest thou not that we perish!_”
- How oft is the cry of despair,
- When affliction’s waves roll,
- And the agonized soul
- Scarce can utter its anguish in prayer!
-
- Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,
- His eye cannot slumber nor sleep;
- The bark which he guides,
- Where his presence abides,
- Can never be wrecked on the deep!
-
- Oh! how soon would our inward fears vanish,
- Our souls smile at perils without,
- Could we hear his mild love
- Thus our terrors reprove,—
- “_Ye of little faith, why did you doubt!_”
-
- Lord, make us trust ever in thee,
- Though our frail bark by tempests be driven;
- Till thy sovereign will
- Bid the rude waves “_be still!_”
- And we rest in the haven of heaven!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: HE THAT LOVETH PLEASURE SHALL BE A POOR MAN. Prov. 21]
-
-
-
-
-VIII.
-
-THE SABBATH-TREE.
-
-
-It was on a bright Sunday afternoon that the teacher, Willy Thorn, on
-returning from church, met three of his scholars sauntering towards one
-of the London parks. They perceived his approach at some little distance,
-and instantly began to conceal in their pockets something that they had
-been carrying in their hands. Their nearness to a very tempting stall,
-upon which fruit and sweetmeats were sold, made Willy guess too truly the
-cause of the hasty movement. He thought it better, however, at first to
-take no apparent notice of the fact that the boys had been breaking the
-Fourth Commandment by buying upon God’s holy day.
-
-“Well, my lads,” said Thorn, when he came up to them, “you are going, I
-see towards the park. I will go with you; we will enjoy the fresh air and
-bright sunshine together, and perhaps have a little discourse, which may
-be profitable as well as pleasant.”
-
-The boys were usually very fond of the society of Willy Thorn; but just
-now, with their pockets full of cakes and nuts, they would have preferred
-being without it. However, no objection was made; they reached the park,
-and seated themselves under the shade of a large tree, for the sun was
-hot, and the shelter of the foliage was pleasant on that sultry afternoon.
-
-Willy Thorn looked upwards at the leafy boughs which hung above him,
-through whose screen a long bright ray, here and there, pierced like a
-diamond lance. “This tree has put an allegory into my mind,” said he.
-“Boys, are you in the mood for a story?”
-
-A story was always welcome, and in the expectation of being amused, the
-scholars half forgot that their teacher’s presence was delaying their
-intended feast.
-
-“Methought,” began Thorn, “that I had a dream; and in my dream I beheld
-a large and venerable tree. It was several thousand years old—so you
-may imagine its size; but it showed no signs of age; its leaves were as
-fresh, its fruit as abundant, as when the Israelites of old encamped
-under its refreshing shade. This tree was called the SABBATH-TREE. It was
-given by its Lord as one of the richest blessings which was ever bestowed
-upon man. Freely might all partake of its fruit; but all were forbidden
-by a voice Divine to break even the smallest bough from the sacred tree.
-
-“I saw in my dream that many thronged to the spot where the Sabbath-tree
-rose, like a beautiful green temple, in the midst of the plain; and I
-stood aside to mark the effect of its fruit on those who came to gather
-it. It strewed the ground in some places so thickly, that it shone like a
-carpet of gold.”
-
-“I suppose,” said Bat Nayland, one of the boys, “that the fruits of the
-Sabbath-tree are,—going to church, praying, praising, and reading the
-Bible?”
-
-Thorn smiled in assent, and continued: “I saw one haggard man come, faint
-with hunger, to the spot. He threw himself down on the soft grass, and
-fed eagerly on the nourishment freely provided. And I marked joy on his
-pale face as he ate of the fruit of the Sabbath-tree, and I remembered
-the holy words, _Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after
-righteousness, for they shall be filled_.
-
-“I saw an aged woman reach the tree. She was so feeble that she had
-hardly power to stoop to gather the fruit; but as she tasted it, her
-strength returned, her bent form became more erect, she walked with a
-firmer step, and I remembered that it is written, _They that wait upon
-the Lord shall renew their strength_.
-
-“Next, a miserable sufferer approached; on his countenance was an
-expression of pain. He was sick—grievously sick of the malady of sin,
-fatal to all who cannot find a cure. But he knew the healing powers of
-the tree. He fed, and even as he fed health returned to his faded cheek,
-the anguish of his soul passed away, and the sufferer found himself
-whole.”
-
-“I thought,” said the eldest of the boys, “that there was but _one cure_
-for sin!”
-
-“True, most true,” replied Thorn, with an approving look; “but in due
-observance of Sabbath duties, we learn how to seek and where to find that
-cure.
-
-“I had watched in my dream, with a rejoicing heart, thousands gathering
-the precious fruit, and receiving nourishment, strength, and healing;
-but now, alas! my attention was attracted by yet greater multitudes, who
-thronged to the spot only, as I became painfully aware, to break and
-injure the beautiful tree. Some enemy had hung up a hatchet on its trunk,
-with _Disobedience_ marked on the handle, and of this numbers made very
-free use to cut down large boughs from the tree.
-
-“‘I am going on a jovial merry-making in the country,’ cried one; ‘I and
-my family shall have a treat. I want some wood to mend up my broken car.’
-
-“‘Hold!’ exclaimed the youth who had been healed, attempting to stay
-the hand of the Sabbath-breaker; ‘are there not _six_ groves nigh at
-hand?—had you not better cut what you want from them?’
-
-“‘No!’ cried the man impatiently, swinging the hatchet aloft; ‘there is
-no tree so convenient as this!’ and for the sake of a little pleasure in
-the country with merry companions, he cut a branch from the Sabbath-tree!
-
-“Then came a woman with a face full of care. She had not faith to trust
-in him who clotheth the lilies, and provideth for the ravens. ‘I want
-wood for a stall,’ said she, ‘whereon to sell my sweetmeats. I must earn
-some more pence for my living; necessity owns no law;’ and taking the
-hatchet of Disobedience, she also brought down a leafy bough, treading
-under foot as she did so a quantity of the ripe, precious fruit. Not
-content with thus breaking the Sabbath herself, she demanded that those
-who bought at her stall should each bring, in addition to their money, a
-fagot stolen from the holy tree!”
-
-When Thorn came to this part of his story, his scholars glanced
-consciously at each other. They all now felt convinced that their teacher
-was aware that they had been buying from a stall on Sunday.
-
-“It was grievous,” continued Thorn, “to see what multitudes trampled on
-the Sabbath fruit, broke away twigs, snapped branches, to help on their
-business or aid their amusements. Some wanted wickets for cricket, one
-man required a handle for his spade; and though a very little delay would
-have enabled them to procure wood from a lawful quarter, they were too
-thoughtless, too covetous, or too impatient to reverence the Sabbath-tree.
-
-“But soon I beheld in my dream, that while none could faithfully
-partake of the fruit without benefit, none without injury could break
-off a single branch. As I watched, much did I marvel to see how
-disobedience brought down punishment! The man who had repaired his car by
-Sabbath-breaking, had little pleasure from his intended treat. As he was
-driving from a public-house, suddenly a wheel of the vehicle came off,
-he and his party were flung out on the road, and sorely bruised by the
-fall. In some cases, the wood so unlawfully taken appeared to turn at
-once into dust! The man digging with his Sabbath spade, found it suddenly
-snap asunder, and the splinter ran into his hand, inflicting a terrible
-wound.”
-
-“Oh, but how could that be?” exclaimed one of the boys. “Many a fellow
-goes larking on Sunday, and the wheel of his car never comes off! I don’t
-know what this part of your story can mean.”
-
-“It means,” replied Willy gravely, “that disobedience to God, the
-wilful breaking of his holy commandment, unless the sin be repented of
-and _renounced_, is certain to bring punishment in another world, and
-_very frequently also in this_. There are multitudes of lost, miserable
-sinners, who may trace their first steps on the path of ruin to _breaking
-the Sabbath of God_. No one ever yet, on his death-bed, could say that he
-_really profited_ by money so gained, or that he had no reason to regret
-a pleasure gained by disobeying his Maker’s command.
-
-“The poor woman who sold sweetmeats, I found in my dream, was not long in
-suffering the penalty of disobedience. In one of the fagots so sinfully
-laid upon her stall, the serpent Remorse had lain coiled, unnoticed,
-unseen! As she was counting her unholy gains, made by not only sinning
-herself, but causing others to sin, the fierce reptile darted at her
-breast!—with difficulty was the serpent torn from its hold, and the poor
-sufferer sank on the ground, bleeding, fainting, trembling at her danger,
-and weeping for her sin! It was some time before she was able feebly to
-creep to the spot where comfort and healing might yet be procured by a
-proper use of the fruits of the Sabbath-tree.
-
-“While the poor woman was in sorrowful penitence, doing all that lay in
-her power to show her regret for the past, the boys who had purchased at
-her stall—who had wilfully broken the Sabbath, not to supply real wants,
-but to indulge their own greedy inclinations—”
-
-“I’ll tell you what _one_ of them did, sir!” exclaimed Bat Nayland,
-springing up from the ground: “he just emptied his pockets of what he had
-bought, said that he was heartily ashamed, and seeing an old lame beggar
-near, he gave every crumb of his purchases to him!”
-
-[Illustration: THE LAME BEGGAR.]
-
-And suiting his action to his words, off darted the boy, and astonished
-a ragged old man on crutches, by bestowing upon him at once all his cakes
-and his nuts!
-
-Dear young readers! if any of you have been tempted to disobey your
-Master’s commandment, by buying on the day which the Lord hath set apart
-for himself, oh, consider it not as a trifling transgression.
-
-Resolve with prayer henceforth never to break the smallest twig from the
-Sabbath-tree, but to feed on its sacred fruits with faith, and hope, and
-love. Be assured, then, dear children, that they will become sweeter and
-sweeter to your taste, and prepare you for the enjoyment of that _Tree of
-Life which is in the midst of the paradise of God_.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: HE THAT WALKETH UPRIGHTLY WALKETH SURELY. Prov. 10:9]
-
-
-
-
-IX.
-
-THE WHITE ROBE.
-
-
-“What was that noise in the street?” exclaimed Mrs. Claremont, laying
-down the pen suddenly. Ella sprang to the window.
-
-“O mother, something must have happened! some accident! there is a crowd
-collecting round a poor little girl!”
-
-“We may be of some use!” cried Mrs. Claremont, and she and her daughter
-were at the street door in a few seconds.
-
-“What is the matter? is any one hurt?” inquired the lady of a milk-woman
-who was standing looking on.
-
-“A child knocked down by a horse, I believe, ma’am. They should take the
-poor thing to the hospital.”
-
-Mrs. Claremont waited to hear no more; the crowd made way for her, and
-she was soon at the side of a young girl who was crying violently, and
-the state of whose crushed bonnet and soiled dress showed that she had
-been down on the road.
-
-“I don’t think there’s any bones broken, only she’s frightened,” observed
-a baker among the spectators; “I saw the horse knock her down as she was
-crossing the road.”
-
-“Come this way, my poor child, out of the crowd,” said Mrs. Claremont,
-leading the little girl towards the house; “we will soon see if the
-injury is severe.”
-
-The weeping child soon stood in the hall; hartshorn and water was brought
-to her by Ella, but on tasting it, the girl pushed it away in disgust,
-in a peevish and irritable manner. In vain Mrs. Claremont sought for
-any trace of injury; the road had been soft after much rain, and not a
-scratch nor a bruise appeared; yet still the girl cried as if in agony of
-pain or of passion.
-
-“Where are you hurt?” inquired Ella soothingly; the child only answered
-by a fresh burst of tears.
-
-“I am thankful that no harm seems done,” said Mrs. Claremont.
-
-“There is harm!” sobbed the girl; “all spoiled, quite, quite spoiled!”
-
-“What is spoiled?”
-
-[Illustration: THE SPOILED DRESS.]
-
-“My dress, my beautiful new dress!” and the ladies now observed, for the
-first time, the absurd and unsuitable manner in which the child had been
-clothed. Now, indeed, her finery was half covered with mud; but the pink
-bonnet, though crushed, the white dress, though stained and torn, the gay
-blue necklace, and hair in curl-papers, showed too plainly the folly of
-the wearer.
-
-“What is your name?” inquired Ella.
-
-“Sophy Trimmer.”
-
-“Where does your father live?”
-
-“He lives just round the corner.”
-
-“You should be very thankful that your life has been spared,” said Mrs.
-Claremont.
-
-Sophy did not look at all thankful, she only glanced sadly down on her
-torn dress, and whimpered, “Just new on to-day.”
-
-“You remind me,” said the lady, “of a story which I read in the papers
-some years ago. A lady was going in a vessel to Scotland, and carried
-with her a quantity of jewels to the value of a thousand pounds. She
-thought so much of these jewels, that she was heard to say, that she
-would almost as soon part with life itself as lose them. An accident
-happened to the vessel on the way to Scotland; the water rushed into the
-cabins, and the poor lady was taken out drowned.”
-
-“That is a shocking story,” said Sophy.
-
-“She could not carry her jewels with her to another world. But there is
-one ornament which even death itself has no power to take away.”
-
-“What can that ornament be?”
-
-“An ornament more precious than the crown of the Queen, ‘the ornament of
-a meek and quiet spirit, which is, in the sight of God, of great price’
-(1 Pet. iii. 4). The poorest may wear this—the rich are poor without it.
-O my child, care not to appear fair in the eyes of your fellow-mortals,
-but in the sight of God; your ‘adorning, let it not be that outward
-adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on
-of apparel; but let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is
-not corruptible’” (1 Pet. iii. 3, 4).
-
-“What do you mean by ‘corruptible?’” said Sophy.
-
-“That which time can destroy. Nothing in this world lasts for ever:
-flowers bloom and decay; the fruit which was delicious one week, the
-next is only fit to be thrown away; the loveliest face grows wrinkled;
-the finest form must soon turn to dust in the tomb.”
-
-“I don’t like to think of such things,” said Sophy; “they make me sad.”
-
-“They would make us sad, indeed, were this world _our all_. But we look
-forward, in faith, to a place where there is no corruption, no change, no
-death, because _no sin_; we hope to wear white robes in heaven which will
-never be defiled with a stain. Do you know, Sophy, what makes them so
-white?”
-
-Sophy shook her head.
-
-“We are all weak and sinful, less fit to appear before a holy God in our
-own righteousness, than you are to enter the Queen’s palace in those
-soiled garments. It is ‘_the blood of Jesus Christ which cleanseth from
-all sin_;’ through his merits, and his mercy, you may appear spotless
-before the judgment-seat of God, if you believe in him now, and ‘_keep
-yourself from idols_.’”
-
-“I have nothing to do with idols,” said the girl peevishly.
-
-“More perhaps than you think. _Anything that you love better than the
-Lord_ is an idol. The miser loves money best; that is his idol.”
-
-“Like old Levi, who half starves himself to scrape up pence,” interrupted
-Sophy.
-
-“The ambitious man makes power his idol—some make their children their
-idols.”
-
-“Like Mrs. Porter, who—”
-
-“Hush,” said Mrs. Claremont, “you have nothing to do with the idols of
-your neighbours; try and find out what is your own.”
-
-“I do not think that I have any.”
-
-“Do you then love God with all your heart? Is it your chief business to
-serve him; your greatest delight to do his will?”
-
-“No; of course, I like to amuse myself like other people.”
-
-“Have you ever given up _any one_ thing to show your love to him who made
-you?”
-
-Sophy looked vexed, but made no reply.
-
-“Whom do you like best to please? Whom do you like best to serve? Have
-you no idol which you decked out this very morning in all the finery
-which you could collect?”
-
-“I suppose that you mean _myself_.”
-
-“Yes; _self_ is the idol of the vain, their hopes and joys are bound
-up in self, therefore their hopes and joys are amongst the corruptible
-things which must pass away. O my young friend, the foolish pleasures
-which you felt this morning in these fanciful clothes, in one moment was
-changed to pain; and but for the mercy of God, your own poor body might
-now have been lying crushed and lifeless. Why rest your happiness upon
-that _which cannot last_, and which may, any hour, be taken away from you
-for ever?”
-
-“Gay, gaudy clothing always gives me a feeling of pain when I look upon
-it,” observed Ella; “I believe that with so many it has been the first
-step to misery here and hereafter.”
-
-“It is like the gay bait on the hook,” said her mother, “not in itself
-deadly, but covering a fatal snare. Oh, ‘love not the world, neither the
-things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the
-Father is not in him. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof:
-but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever’” (1 John ii. 15, 17).
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH THAT SHALL HE ALSO REAP]
-
-
-
-
-X.
-
-CROSSES.
-
-
-There was unusual silence in the little Sunday school when Ella
-Claremont, its gentle teacher, entered it for the first time in deep
-mourning. All had known of her sorrow; all had heard that her brave young
-brother had died of wounds received in battle in a far distant land. They
-thought of him whom they had seen some few months before so bright and
-happy, with a smile and a kind word for all, now lying cold in his bloody
-grave; and there was not a heart in the school-room which did not feel
-sorrow and sympathy.
-
-Ella could not at first address her school; her words seemed choked;
-the tears gathered slowly in her eyes; but she found strength in silent
-prayer, and spoke at length to her pupils, but in a trembling voice.
-
-“Dear children, I have had much sorrow since we last met and talked of
-the joys of heaven—a beloved brother has, I trust, through Christ’s
-merits, joined the bright hosts rejoicing there. But should not I meekly
-bear the cross which my heavenly Father sees good to send me? To every
-one passing through this life is given a cross—a trial to bear. To some
-it is so light that they scarcely feel it; with others so heavy that it
-bows them to the dust. Each of you knows, or will know, its weight. But
-let none be afraid nor cast down. The cross prepares for the crown. There
-is something from God’s Word inscribed on every cross; and if we have
-but faith to read it, it makes the heavy, light; and the bitter, sweet!
-‘Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord’ (Rev. xiv. 13), is the
-inscription on mine.”
-
-Every one passing through life has some cross to bear! Yes; amongst those
-young girls assembled in the school-room there were some whose trials
-were deep, who had much need to read the inscription to make them endure
-the burden.
-
-Dear reader, are you in trial? Have you known what it was to weep when
-you had none to comfort you—to wish that the weary day were over, or the
-more weary night at an end—to wonder why God sent you such sorrows? For
-you I now write down what were the crosses of some of the children in
-Ella’s school; for you I write down what were the inscriptions upon them.
-Perhaps you may find amongst them the same trial as your own, and feel
-strengthened to bear your cross.
-
-Mary Edwards was very poor—hers was a heavy cross. One of seven children,
-and her father blind; often and often had she come to school faint with
-hunger and sick at heart. But for the kindness of friends, the family
-would have been half-starved. Mary had never known what it was to have
-a blanket to cover her; very seldom had she been able to eat till she
-was satisfied; her clothes had been mended over and over again, to keep
-them from falling to pieces; ill did they protect her when the cold wind
-blew through the broken pane, or found its way through the crevices in
-her miserable hut. Yet Mary had comfort in the midst of her poverty; she
-remembered him “who, though he was rich, yet for our sakes he became
-poor.” She had read the inscription on her cross: “Hath not God chosen
-the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which
-he hath promised to them that love him?” (James ii. 5). And Mary would
-meekly repeat the hymn of good Bishop Heber:—
-
- “The cross our Master bore for us,
- For him we fain would bear;
- But mortal strength to weakness turns,
- And courage to despair.
- Then pity all our frailty, Lord,
- Our failing strength renew;
- And when thy sorrows visit us,
- Oh, send thy patience too!”
-
-Amy Blackstone never spoke of her cross; she bore it in silence without
-complaining. Her father was a drunkard—her mother never entered the house
-of God. If she heard the name of the Holy One uttered in her home, it was
-but in an oath or a profane jest. She never complained, as I have said;
-for, while others would have been complaining, she was praying. Fervently
-did she pray for her unhappy parents—fervently for herself, that evil
-example might not draw her from God. Many a silent tear she shed over
-her cross; and this was the inscription upon it: “I reckon that the
-sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the
-glory which shall be revealed in us” (Rom. viii. 18).
-
-All pitied Ellen Payne, for her cross was sharp. A lingering, painful
-disease had taken the strength from her limbs, the colour from her cheek.
-She never rejoiced in one waking hour free from pain, and often the night
-passed without sleep. The doctors gave no hope, medicine no relief.
-She had nothing to look forward to but pain, increasing pain, till she
-should sink into an early grave. This was her cross; and this was the
-inscription upon it: “Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a
-crown of life” (Rev. ii. 10).
-
-Jane White had been a deserted child; she had never known a parent’s
-care. She seemed one of the neglected, despised ones of earth, with none
-to love her, and none to love. She felt lonely and desolate. This was
-her cross; and this was the inscription upon it: “When my father and my
-mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up” (Ps. xxvii. 10).
-
-[Illustration: ANN BROWN.]
-
-Ann Brown lived with her aunt. Few of the girls were better dressed, or
-seemed more comfortably provided for, than she. Had she, then, no cross
-to bear? Yes; for she dwelt with a worldly family, who laughed at her
-for being “righteous overmuch.” When she would not join in profaning
-the Sabbath—when she showed that she cared not for gay dressing or
-ill-natured gossip—she became the object of ridicule and scoffs, more
-painful to bear than blows. This was her cross; but sweet was the
-inscription upon it: “If ye suffer for righteousness’ sake, happy are ye:
-and be not afraid of their terror, neither be troubled” (1 Pet. iii. 14).
-
-Mary Wade’s cross was in the depth of her own heart—the struggle to
-conquer a passionate, violent temper. She desired to obey God, she wished
-to live to his glory; but sin seemed too strong for her; she yielded
-to temptation again and again, until she was almost in despair. Her
-health had been bad when she was an infant; much of her peevishness and
-impatience were owing to the effects of this. But no one seemed to make
-allowance for natural infirmity; her companions did not like her; and,
-worst of all, she felt that she was sinning, and bringing discredit on
-the Christian name. Poor child! hers was an unpitied cross; but there
-was hope in the inscription upon it: “There hath no temptation taken you
-but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer
-you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation
-also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it” (1 Cor. x. 13).
-
-Elizabeth Brown was a sad little girl, but none knew the cause of her
-sadness. She had once been the most thoughtless child in the school, full
-of mischief, full of gaiety, never thinking of God. Her heart had been on
-earth—her only wish had been to enjoy herself. Much trouble and sorrow
-had she given to her gentle teacher, much grief to her pious parents; for
-she had laughed at good advice, and cared little for punishment. But now
-the gay child had grown thoughtful: a text heard at church had struck
-her, and sunk deep into her heart: “Be not deceived; God is not mocked:
-for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth
-to his flesh, shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth
-to the Spirit, shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting” (Gal. vi. 7,
-8). What had she been sowing for eternity? She thought of her neglected
-Bible, her broken Sabbaths, words of untruth and of unkindness, her
-mother disobeyed, her teacher disregarded! Could God forgive her after
-all that she had done? Would he ever admit her to heaven? She feared
-that her sins were too many to be pardoned. This fear was her cross. Oh!
-praised be God for the precious inscription upon it: “The blood of Jesus
-Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin” (1 John i. 7). Jesus said, “Him
-that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out” (John vi. 37).
-
-Blessed are they who thus mourn for sin, _for they shall be comforted_.
-Blessed is the sorrow that worketh repentance! Blessed are they who so
-bear the cross that they shall inherit the crown!
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: BUY THE TRUTH AND SELL IT NOT. Prov. 23:23.]
-
-
-
-
-XI.
-
-THE TWO COUNTRIES.
-
-
-When walking through the streets of London, have you not sometimes met
-a party of strangers, and felt sure that they belonged to another land,
-because they spoke not the English tongue? Had you listened to them, you
-would not have understood them; they conversed in the language of their
-own country.
-
-My young friend, _what language do you speak_? If I knew but that, I
-should soon guess to what country you belong.
-
-Perhaps you answer, “I am English. I know no language but my own.” True,
-in one sense you are English, and you may thank God for it! You were
-born in England, and here may spend all the years or days of your mortal
-life. But your real country is in another world, where you will _live for
-ever_! Thousands and millions of years may pass, but you will be still
-remaining in the country which you have chosen. So, again I ask, What
-language do you speak? To what country do you belong?
-
-[Illustration: FOREIGNERS.]
-
-The one is a bright and glorious place, where sorrow and pain are
-unknown. Its citizens are angels and redeemed saints, who, with shining
-crowns and harps of gold, rejoice before the throne of God. The language
-which they speak is TRUTH.
-
-The other country is too terrible to describe. Happiness never enters
-there, but pain, grief, and remorse abide for ever! Its inhabitants are
-the tempter and his evil ones—hardened sinners who would not repent, who
-chose the broad way that leadeth to destruction. And what is the language
-which its citizens have learned? The language of Satan is FALSEHOOD.
-
-O my dear young reader, with anxious love would I once more repeat my
-question—let your heart answer it—_What language do you speak—to what
-country do you belong?_
-
-Yet, mistake me not. There are some whose lips were never stained with
-falsehood, who yet cannot be counted among the citizens of heaven. The
-proud, the self-righteous, who trust to their own merits, who love not
-the Saviour who suffered for all,—these may have learned the language
-of truth, even as foreigners may learn the tongue of our land; but they
-belong not to the country of holiness and joy.
-
-And others there are who have fallen into sin, whom the “father of lies”
-has tempted and deceived; yet God’s mercy may prepare a heavenly home
-even for them, if, believing and repenting, they turn to the truth. Thus,
-St. Peter thrice uttered a terrible falsehood, but repented with bitter
-tears, and, through the atoning blood of his Lord, was received into
-heaven a glorious martyr.
-
-But oh, dread a falsehood as you would dread a serpent; it leaves a stain
-and a sting behind. If you have ever been led into this deadly sin,
-implore for pardon, like St. Peter. Like St. Peter, when _next_ placed in
-temptation, speak the truth firmly, faithfully, fearlessly; for truth is
-the language of heaven.
-
-There are four chief causes which lead to the guilt of lying—_folly_,
-_covetousness_, _malice_, and _fear_. Examine your own life, and see if
-any one of these has ever tempted you to utter a falsehood.
-
-It was _folly_ which made Richard tell a traveller the wrong road when
-asked the way to the next village. He thought little of the _sin_ of his
-lie—it seemed to him but an excellent jest; but the jest cost a neighbour
-his life! The stranger was a doctor, travelling in haste to attend a
-patient who had been taken with a fit. Richard’s falsehood made the
-medical man lose half an hour, when every minute was precious. Oh, what
-anxious hearts awaited his arrival! But he _came too late_; he found the
-sufferer at the point of death, with his desolate family weeping around
-him!
-
-It was _covetousness_ which made Sally declare that her fruit had
-only been gathered that morning, when she knew it to be the refuse of
-yesterday’s market. Did she forget that God’s eye was upon her—that her
-words could not pass unnoticed by him—that she would have to answer for
-them at the day of judgment?
-
-It is _covetousness_ that makes Nelly stand begging in the streets,
-telling to passers-by her pitiful tale of a father in hospital and
-a family starving. Will the money which she gains by falsehood and
-hypocrisy bring with it a blessing or a curse? Oh, “What is a man
-profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? or
-what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?” (Matt. xvi. 26).
-
-It is _malice_ that makes Eliza invent strange stories of her neighbours.
-She delights to spread a slander, or to give an ill name. She mixes a
-little truth with a great deal of falsehood, and cares not what misery
-she inflicts. Whom does she resemble? _Not_ the citizens of Zion. What
-language does she speak? _Not_ the language of Heaven.
-
-It was _cowardice_ which drew Peter into falsehood when asked who had
-broken the china vase: he dreaded a blow; he _dared not_ speak the truth.
-Do you not blush for him, little reader, who feared _man_ rather than
-_God_?
-
-How different is Margaret Lacy! Neither covetousness nor cowardice could
-ever make her pollute her lips with a lie. She serves a God of truth; she
-is learning on earth the language of heaven.
-
-She was met one day returning, with a sorrowful step and tearful eye,
-from a house to which she had gone to try for a place. “Well, Margaret,”
-said Mrs. Porter, “why so sad? I fear that you have not succeeded.”
-
-“No, indeed,” sighed the poor girl.
-
-[Illustration: MARGARET AND MRS. PORTER.]
-
-“And how was that? I thought that you were pretty sure of being settled
-there comfortably.”
-
-“Why,” replied Margaret, “the lady asked me why I had left my last place;
-so I told her that both I and the cook had been sent away because a
-bank-note had been lost in the house.”
-
-“You were not so mad as to tell her that?”
-
-“It was _the truth_,” calmly answered Margaret. “What else could I have
-told?”
-
-“Well,” said Mrs. Porter, “at that rate you will never get a place.”
-
-“God help me!” said poor Margaret, meekly. “He will not let me starve for
-obeying his word. I never touched the bank-note.”
-
-“I believe you,” answered her neighbour; “for I do not think that you
-ever spoke an untruth in your life.”
-
-And Margaret _did_ get a place. Carter, the butcher, engaged her the next
-day. “Say nothing against her to me,” he cried. “I know the girl; she
-would sooner touch red-hot iron than money that was not hers. And as for
-_truth_, I’d take her word against the oaths of a dozen!”
-
-Once, as Margaret was cleaning out the parlour, not perceiving her
-master’s new watch, which lay on the table concealed by a newspaper,
-she threw it by accident down to the ground. Startled and alarmed, she
-raised it and put it to her ear, longing to hear the regular beat, which
-might show that it was unhurt. Alas! all was quite still—what mischief
-she had done! Margaret dreaded her master, who was a passionate man; she
-dreaded, perhaps, losing her place. She might have replaced the watch on
-the table, and said nothing; its stopping might be thought accidental.
-But Margaret would not stoop to _hide the truth_ any more than to tell a
-lie. With a beating heart and a trembling hand she carried the watch to
-her master, and confessed the whole truth. Was she dismissed or struck,
-as she had feared that she might be? No; Carter, vexed as he was, could
-not but admire her honesty and candour.
-
-“Well, Margaret,” he cried, “were your life to depend on it, I don’t
-believe you would buy life itself with a lie.”
-
-Can this be said of you, reader? If not, oh, pray for forgiveness of your
-sin, and for grace from _this hour_ to forsake it. May God enable you to
-speak the truth from your heart, and to learn upon earth the language of
-heaven!
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: THE HAND OF THE DILIGENT MAKETH RICH]
-
-
-
-
-XII.
-
-DO YOU LOVE GOD?
-
-
-The following anecdote was given as _a fact_ by a clergyman at Hampstead,
-in a sermon to children:—
-
-A gentleman, travelling on a railway, was much struck by the vivacity
-of a lovely little girl about five years of age, who, with her mother,
-happened to be travelling in the same carriage, and he took a great deal
-of notice of the child. About ten minutes before the train reached the
-station at which the lady and her daughter were to alight, the little one
-went up to the gentleman, and putting her lips close to his ear, asked
-softly, “Do you love God?”
-
-[Illustration: THE CHILD’S QUESTION.]
-
-The traveller, who apparently was not a devout man, was so startled by
-the unexpected question, that he coloured to the roots of his hair; and
-the child, seeing his confusion, and probably frightened at her own
-boldness, retreated, and hid her face on her mother’s bosom until the
-train stopped at the station.
-
-But her solemn question had sunk deep into the mind of the traveller. “Do
-you love God?” he repeated to himself again and again. For a long period
-the words haunted him, till at length he was able to give to them the
-only reply which a true Christian can give.
-
-About two years afterwards, the gentleman happened to be in the
-town at which he had left his little fellow-traveller on that
-never-to-be-forgotten day. While passing along it, he fancied that he
-saw at a window the face of the mother of the child. His desire to see
-the little one to whom he owed so much was so great, that he could not
-refrain from knocking at the door and introducing himself to the lady.
-Upon seeing her, he inquired after her lovely child. The lady was dressed
-in mourning. God had sent her heavy affliction; her sweet girl now slept
-in the silent tomb. The mother took the stranger to a room, in which were
-laid out various trifles which had belonged to her darling.
-
-“It may interest you to see these,” she said; “these are all that remain
-of my child.”
-
-“Oh no!” exclaimed the traveller; “here am I!” and he related to the
-wondering parent how the word spoken in season by those infant lips had
-been the means of leading him to his God.
-
-Even that feeble child had done her work for her Master before he called
-her to her rest; even that feeble child had been given a soul to be her
-“joy and crown of rejoicing for ever.”
-
-O dear young reader! how would you now answer that whispered question,
-“DO YOU LOVE GOD?” Could your heart give the reply, “_I love him because
-he first loved us_”?
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: ENTER NOT INTO THE PATH OF THE WICKED. Prov.]
-
-
-
-
-XIII.
-
-THE IMPERFECT COPY.
-
-
-“Always busy at your drawing, Edwin?” said his elder brother Henry, as he
-entered the school-room one morning.
-
-Edwin looked up for a moment with a smile, and then went on tracing with
-evident pleasure the outline of a face. His brother came behind him, and
-looked over his shoulder; Edwin listened for his remarks, though without
-ceasing to draw.
-
-“You are taking pains, I see,” said Henry at last in a kindly tone; “but
-I am afraid that you will have to use your india-rubber here, and here;
-these lines, you may perceive, are not in good drawing.”
-
-“I don’t see much wrong in them,” replied Edwin, suspending his pencil,
-with something of vexation in his tone, for he had expected nothing but
-praise.
-
-“If you compare them with your study, you will perceive that all this
-outline is incorrect. Where is the study?” asked Henry, looking in vain
-for it on the table.
-
-“Oh, it’s somewhere up-stairs,” said Edwin. “I remember very well what it
-is like, and can go on without looking at it every minute.”
-
-“Would you oblige me by bringing it?” said his brother.
-
-Edwin went up-stairs, rather unwillingly, and soon brought down a
-beautiful study; a face most perfect in form and expression.
-
-Henry silently put the two pictures together. Edwin gazed with bitter
-disappointment on his own copy, which but a few minutes before he had
-thought so good.
-
-“I shall never get it right!” Edwin exclaimed, in a burst of vexation;
-and snatching up the unfortunate drawing, he would have torn it asunder,
-had he not been prevented by his brother.
-
-[Illustration: THE BROTHER’S CRITICISM.]
-
-“My dear Edwin, you have doubly erred; first in being too easily
-satisfied, and then in being too easily discouraged.”
-
-“I shall never make it like that beautiful face!” cried the disheartened
-boy.
-
-“You need patience, you need help, you need, above all, often to look at
-your copy.”
-
-Edwin took up the pencil which he had flung down, and carefully and
-attentively studied the picture. He found very much in his copy to alter,
-very much to rub out; but at last he completed a very fair sketch, which
-he presented, with a little hesitation, to his brother.
-
-“I shall have this framed, and hung up in my room,” said Henry.
-
-“Oh, it is not worth that!” exclaimed Edwin, colouring with pleasure and
-surprise.
-
-“Not in itself, perhaps,” replied Henry; “but it will serve often to
-remind us both of an important truth which was suggested to me when I saw
-you labouring at your copy.”
-
-Edwin looked in surprise at his brother, who thus proceeded to explain
-his words:—
-
-“We, dear Edwin, as Christians, have all one work set before us: to copy
-into our lives the example set us by a heavenly Master. It is in the
-Bible that we behold the features of a character perfect and pure. But
-how many of us choose rather to imagine for ourselves what a Christian
-should be like! We aim low; we are content with little progress; we
-perhaps please ourselves with the thought of our own wisdom and goodness,
-while every one but ourselves can see that our copy is wretched and
-worthless.”
-
-“What are we to do?” asked Edwin.
-
-“We must closely examine the study set us in the Bible; we must compare
-our lives with God’s law; and we shall then soon find enough of weakness
-and sin to make us humble ourselves before God. When we read of the
-meekness and gentleness of Christ, we shall be ashamed of our own passion
-and pride; when we find how holy was our great Example, we shall be
-grieved to think how unlike to him we are.”
-
-“We can never make a good copy,” sighed Edwin; “we may just give up the
-attempt at once.”
-
-“You judge as you did when you wished to tear up your picture in despair,
-as soon as you saw how imperfect it was. No, no, my dear boy; I say to
-you now, as I said to you then, you need _patience_, you need _help_,
-help from the good Spirit of God; and, above all, you need to look often
-at your study, to keep the character and work of your Lord ever before
-your eyes.”
-
-“But if I do my best, I shall still fall so short!”
-
-“I know it,” said Henry gravely; “but feeling that you never can reach
-perfection here, should not prevent your aiming at it. God will complete
-his work in the hearts of his servants, not on earth, but in heaven.
-There the copy, feebly commenced below, shall be made a likeness indeed!
-For what says the Word of God: _We know that when he shall appear we
-shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is_!”
-
-“To see the Lord, and to be made like him; it seems too much to hope
-for!” cried Edwin.
-
-“It is not more than God has promised,” replied Henry, “to those who come
-to the Saviour by faith. Worthless as our copy is in itself, it will be
-glorified, made beautiful, made perfect; and will be raised to a place of
-honour in the mansions of our heavenly Father!”
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-XIV.
-
-A STORY OF THE CRIMEA.
-
-
-I daresay that you have heard of the war in the Crimea. Perhaps you have
-a father or a brother in the army, and have often listened to stories
-of the brave and noble conduct of our soldiers on the terrible field of
-battle. I am going to tell you of one of the bravest and noblest actions
-that happened during the whole course of the war, though my hero never
-drew a sword nor fired a musket at the Russians.
-
-After the fearful battle of Alma, when the victory had been won by the
-English and the French, after the cannon had ceased to roar or the foe
-to fight, a long painful task remained for the victors—to attend to the
-wounded and to bury the dead.
-
-At last our poor sufferers were removed to the ships, and only mounds of
-earth showed where hundreds of the killed lay in their bloody graves; and
-the army was ready to move on to attack the enemy in another place.
-
-But more than seven hundred poor fellows were still stretched on the
-ground—not, like the dead, beyond reach of earthly pain, but covered with
-wounds and gore—some with their legs and arms shot away, some unable to
-move, groaning in terrible agony, and wishing in vain for death to put an
-end to their misery.
-
-And who, do you think, were these wounded men? They were Russians, and
-our enemies! Their bayonets had been red with the blood of our brave
-soldiers; they had fired the shots which made so many widows and orphans
-in England. And now, what was to be done with all these miserable
-sufferers? Our army could not carry them along with it; they must be left
-behind. Poor helpless Russians! if none dressed their wounds, they must
-perish; if none gave them food, they must starve.
-
-There was a British surgeon, of the name of Thomson, who resolved to
-separate himself from all his friends, to stay behind to take care of his
-wounded enemies. We may fancy that he had a long struggle in his mind
-before he could decide upon this generous act. Selfishness might whisper
-to him many reasons for leaving the poor Russians to their fate.
-
-“What!” we can imagine some friend saying to the surgeon, “would you
-remain here alone in the midst of enemies, some of whom, it is said, have
-even fired at Englishmen who were bringing them relief. If the Tartars
-should attack you, who will defend you? You cannot depend upon these
-wounded Russians. Then think of the labour which you are undertaking. No
-one man can possibly dress the wounds of seven hundred; you can only help
-a few, or die yourself of fatigue. No, be wise; leave these wretched men
-to the chance of some of their own people coming to assist them; you know
-that there is not one amongst them who would not have willingly killed
-you, had it been in his power.”
-
-Dr. Thomson may have heard words such as these, but they did not change
-his generous resolution. The British army marched away; he and his
-soldier-servant remained behind, saw their friends and comrades all
-disappear in the distance, and then turned to their noble but sickening
-work,—binding up the ghastly wounds of their enemies.
-
-[Illustration: NOBLE WORK.]
-
-Do you not think that Dr. Thomson deserved a rich reward for all this?
-I do not doubt that he has received a reward, but not from man, for
-his labours of love shortened his life. In a few days the generous,
-self-devoted surgeon followed to the grave the brave soldiers who died
-fighting for their Queen. And shall not his name be honoured as well as
-theirs? We trust that he died prepared for the great change, full of
-faith and hope as well as charity; and we may also trust that some of
-those whose lives he had been the means of saving lived to know their
-Saviour, and to serve God upon earth, and that they will one day meet
-their generous friend in heaven.
-
-But it is not of Dr. Thomson that I would speak to you now, but of One of
-whose mercy and love all the noblest deeds of his servants are but as a
-faint, dim shadow.
-
-And first let me ask you, dear child, Do you know what _sin_ is, that
-from which all sorrow comes? It is sin that causes cruelty and strife
-in the world. It is _sin_ that gives a worse wound than any sword or
-cannon-ball; for they may destroy the body, but _sin destroys the soul_.
-
-And now let me ask you another question: Do you know that we are all by
-nature wounded by sin; that we are all unable to help ourselves, even
-like those poor Russians; that if left to ourselves we must all die—I
-mean, _lose the everlasting life of heaven_?
-
-Yes; this was the state of the whole world. It was all lying in
-wickedness, therefore lying in danger; and not one of us could have been
-saved—_no, not one_—had not the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, taken
-pity on our sad state, and left heaven and all its glory, its light, and
-its joy, to come and labour to help miserable sinners. Not only did he
-labour, but he _died_ to save us; he suffered himself to be nailed to
-the cross, that he might heal the wounds which sin had made, and give us
-health and life never-ending!
-
-But perhaps you will say: “I do not think that I am among the wounded. I
-do not think that I need any one to save me.”
-
-Oh! my child, have you ever thought over your life, or recalled your
-actions, words, and thoughts, during _one_ day? Have you never been
-disobedient to a parent, or unkind to a companion? Has your mouth never
-spoken words that were ill-natured or false? Have you never been proud,
-discontented, or selfish? Does not your conscience tell you that you have
-been wounded by sin? Now, let me tell you how you may find healing.
-
-And, first, you must _believe on the Lord Jesus Christ_; you must believe
-that he _died for sinners_, and that he is willing to save all who ask
-him for pardon and mercy.
-
-Then you must be sorry for and leave off your sins, praying to God to
-help you to amend. A child who says that he repents, and then goes and
-sins just as readily as before, is like a wounded man who, when the
-surgeon has dressed the injured place, tears off the bandage and will not
-let it heal.
-
-And oh! you must love the Saviour with your whole heart. Can you help
-loving him who has loved you so much? Think of the glory which he left;
-was it not left for you? Think of the blood which he shed; did it not
-flow for you? Think of the death which he endured; was it not borne for
-you?
-
-
-
-
-[Illustration: THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM. Prov.
-ix. 10]
-
-
-
-
-XV.
-
-“I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME!”
-
-
- I have a home, a happy home,
- And friends to love me there;
- With daily bread
- I still am fed,
- Have still warm clothes to wear;
- I’ve health and strength in every limb,—
- How grateful should I be!
- How shall I show my love to Him
- Who shows such love to me!
-
- Many are blind, or deaf, or lame,—
- I hear the sweet birds sing,
- Can bound along
- With joyful song,
- Can watch the flowers of spring.
- No wasting pain my eye to dim,
- From want and sickness free;
- How shall I show my love to Him
- Who shows such love for me!
-
- And blessings greater still than these
- A gracious God has given,—
- The precious word
- Of Christ our Lord,
- To guide my feet to heaven.
- Among the shining cherubim
- I trust my home shall be;
- How shall I show my love to him
- Who shows such love to me!
-
- My God! I am a feeble child,
- Oh, teach me to obey;
- With humble fear
- To serve thee here,
- To watch, and praise, and pray!
- My love is weak, my faith is dim,
- But grace I ask from thee,
- That I may prove my love to him
- Who loved and died for me!
-
-[Illustration: FINIS]
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-<h1>EDITH AND HER AYAH,<br />
-<span class="smaller">And Other Stories.</span></h1>
-
-<hr />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
-<img src="images/illus1.jpg" width="430" height="650" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-
-<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="750" alt="" />
-
-<p class="center">A · L · O · E</p>
-
-<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Edith</span> and<br />
-her <span class="smcap">Ayah</span><br />
-AND OTHER STORIES</p>
-
-<p class="center">T. NELSON AND SONS.
-LONDON, EDINBURGH AND NEW YORK.</p>
-
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header10.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH THAT SHALL HE ALSO REAP</p>
-</div>
-
-<p class="titlepage larger">EDITH AND HER AYAH,<br />
-<span class="smaller">AND OTHER STORIES.</span></p>
-
-<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">BY</span><br />
-A. L. O. E.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/aloe.jpg" width="200" height="30" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="center smaller">AUTHOR OF “EXILES IN BABYLON,” “TRIUMPH OVER MIDIAN,”<br />
-“THE YOUNG PILGRIM,” ETC.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter titlepage" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer0.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="titlepage">LONDON:<br />
-<span class="smaller">T. NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW;<br />
-EDINBURGH; AND NEW YORK.<br />
-1872.</span></p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p>
-
-<h2>Contents.</h2>
-
-<table summary="Contents">
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">I.</td>
- <td>EDITH AND HER AYAH,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#I">7</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">II.</td>
- <td>THE BUTTERFLY,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#II">20</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">III.</td>
- <td>THE PENITENT,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#III">29</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">IV.</td>
- <td>THE REPROOF,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#IV">37</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">V.</td>
- <td>THE VASE AND THE DART,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#V">40</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">VI.</td>
- <td>THE JEWEL,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#VI">49</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">VII.</td>
- <td>THE STORM,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#VII">57</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">VIII.</td>
- <td>THE SABBATH-TREE,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#VIII">65</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">IX.</td>
- <td>THE WHITE ROBE,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#IX">76</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">X.</td>
- <td>CROSSES,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#X">84</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">XI.</td>
- <td>THE TWO COUNTRIES,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#XI">93</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">XII.</td>
- <td>DO YOU LOVE GOD?</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#XII">102</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">XIII.</td>
- <td>THE IMPERFECT COPY,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#XIII">106</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">XIV.</td>
- <td>A STORY OF THE CRIMEA,</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#XIV">112</a></td>
- </tr>
- <tr>
- <td class="tdr">XV.</td>
- <td>“I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME,”</td>
- <td class="tdpg"><a href="#XV">119</a></td>
- </tr>
-</table>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header1.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">BLESSINGS ARE UPON THE HEAD OF THE JUST. PROV. 10:6</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="I">I.<br />
-<span class="smaller">EDITH AND HER AYAH.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-m.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">“Mamma,” said little Edith, looking
-up from the toys with which she
-was playing at the feet of her
-mother—“mamma, why does
-Motee Ayah never come in to
-prayers?”</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Tuller was seated at her desk in the
-large room of her bungalow (house) in India.
-The day was hot; the blazing sun shone
-with fiery glare; but the light came into
-the room so much softened by green blinds
-and half-closed shutters, that the place was
-so dark that the lady could scarcely see to
-write. The punkah, a kind of huge fan,
-moving gently to and fro above her, made a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
-refreshing air which would have sent her
-papers fluttering in every direction had not
-weights been placed to keep them down.</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Tuller paused in her writing, but
-did not reply to the question asked by her
-child regarding her ayah, or native nurse.</p>
-
-<p>“Mamma,” said little Edith again, “does
-not Motee Ayah love the Lord Jesus?”</p>
-
-<p>“Alas, my child, she does not know
-him!”</p>
-
-<p>“But will you not teach her, mamma?”
-and the fair-haired girl looked up in her
-mother’s face with such a pleading look in
-her soft gray eyes, that, touched by her
-interest in the poor heathen, Mrs. Tuller
-bent down, kissed fondly the brow of her
-child, and whispered, “My love, I will try.”</p>
-
-<p>Nor did Mrs. Tuller forget her promise.
-Again and again she spoke to Motee of the
-Christian’s faith and the Christian’s God.
-It saddened the heart of the lady to feel
-that to seek to teach Motee religion was
-like trying to write upon water. The ayah
-joined her dark hands together, listened, or
-seemed to listen, said, “Very good, very
-good,” to everything that the beebee (lady)<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>
-told her, but always returned to her idol, a
-hideous little wooden image, and performed
-her poojah (worship) to Vishnu, as if she
-had never heard of a purer religion. Mrs.
-Tuller grew quite disheartened about her.
-Sometimes the lady blamed her own imperfect
-knowledge of the language, and sometimes
-she felt almost angry with the ayah
-for her blindness and hardness of heart.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus2.jpg" width="500" height="425" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">TEACHING THE AYAH.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Poor Motee had been brought up from
-infancy amongst idolaters; she had never<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
-been taught truth when a child, and now
-error bound her like a chain. Motee had
-actually been led to think it honourable to
-her family that, many years before, there
-had been a suttee in it; that is to say, a
-poor young widow had burnt herself with
-the dead body of her husband. Happily,
-our Government has forbidden suttees—no
-widow can thus be burnt now; but still the
-cruel heathen religion hurts the bodies as
-well as the souls of the Queen’s dark subjects
-in India. Motee’s own father had
-died on a pilgrimage to what he believed to
-be a holy shrine. Travelling on foot for
-hundreds of miles under a burning sun, the
-poor idolater’s strength had given way, and
-he had laid himself down by the roadside,
-sick, faint, and alone, to die far away from
-his home. Poor Motee had never reflected
-that the religion which had thus cost the
-lives of two of her family could not be a
-religion of heavenly love. She worshipped
-Vishnu, for she knew no better; and when
-her lady spoke to her of the Lord, the ayah
-only said to herself, that the God of the
-English was not the God of the Hindu, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
-that she herself must do what all her fathers
-had done.</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Tuller’s <em>words</em> had little power, but
-her <em>example</em> and that of her husband were
-not without some effect upon the ignorant
-ayah. Motee knew that the sahib (master)
-who prayed with his family, never used bad
-words, nor was unkind to his wife, nor beat
-his servants, nor took bribes. Motee knew
-that the beebee who read her Bible was
-gentle, generous, and kind. The ayah
-could not but respect the religion whose
-fruits she saw in the lives of her master
-and mistress.</p>
-
-<p>But it was not only the lady’s words and
-the lady’s example that were used as means
-to draw the poor Hindu to God. Little
-Edith had never heard the beautiful saying,
-that “the nearest road to any heart is
-through heaven,” and she would not have
-known its meaning if she had heard it, but
-the English child had been taught that the
-Saviour listens to prayer. Every night and
-morning Edith, at her mother’s knee, repeated
-the few simple words, “Lord Jesus,
-teach me to love thee!” and now, of her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
-own accord, she added another short prayer.
-Mrs. Tuller caught the soft whispered words
-from the lips of her darling, “Lord Jesus,
-teach poor Motee Ayah to love thee!”
-The mother took no outward notice, but
-from her heart she added “Amen” to the
-prayer of her child.</p>
-
-<p>The hot season passed away; the time
-had come when Mr. Tuller and his family
-could enjoy what is called “camp life,” and
-move from place to place, living not in a
-house but a tent. The change was pleasant
-to the party, most of all to little Edith.
-She delighted in running about and playing
-with the goats, pulling the ropes, watching
-the black servants taking down the tents,
-or in riding on her little white pony.
-Edith’s cheeks, which during the hot weather
-had grown quite thin and pale, became
-plump and rosy once more; and merry was
-the sound of her childish voice as she gambolled
-in and out of the tent.</p>
-
-<p>One day, as Edith was playing outside,
-near the edge of a jungle or thicket, her
-attention was attracted by a beautiful little
-fawn, that seemed almost too young to run<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span>
-about, and which stood timidly gazing at
-the child with its soft dark eyes.</p>
-
-<p>“Pretty creature, come here,” cried Edith,
-beckoning with her small white hand; “have
-you lost your mother, little fawn? Come
-and share my milk and bread,—come, and I
-will make you my pet, and love you so
-much, pretty fawn!”</p>
-
-<p>As all her coaxing could not lure the
-timid creature to her side, Edith advanced
-towards it. The fawn started back with a
-frightened look, and fled into the jungle as
-fast as its weak, slender limbs could bear it.</p>
-
-<p>The merry child gave chase, following the
-fawn, and calling to it as she ran, pushing
-her way as well as she could between the
-tall reeds and grass, which were higher than
-her own curly head.</p>
-
-<p>Motee soon missed her charge, and quickly
-hurried after Edith. So eager, however, was
-the child in pursuit of the fawn, that she
-was some distance from the tents before the
-ayah overtook her.</p>
-
-<p>“O Missee Baba,” cried the panting
-nurse, “why you run away from your
-Motee?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I want to catch the pretty fawn; I want
-to take it to mamma; it is too little to be
-by itself,—I’m afraid the jackals will get it!”</p>
-
-<p>“I am afraid that the jackals will get
-Missee Baba,” cried the ayah, catching the
-little girl up in her arms. “Missee must
-come back to the beebee directly.”</p>
-
-<p>Edith was a good little child, and made
-no resistance, though she looked wistfully
-into the bushes after the fawn, and called
-out to it again and again in hopes of luring
-it back. Motee attempted to return to the
-tents, but did not feel sure of the way,—the
-vegetation around grew so high that she
-could scarcely see two yards before her.
-She walked some steps with Edith in her
-arms, then stopped and looked round with
-a frightened air.</p>
-
-<p>“Motee, why don’t you go on?” asked
-Edith.</p>
-
-<p>“O Missee Baba, we’re lost!” cried the
-poor Hindu; “lost here in the dreadful
-jungle, full of wild beasts and snakes!”</p>
-
-<p>Edith stared at her ayah in alarm, yet at
-that moment the little child remembered
-her mother’s lessons. “Don’t be so frightened,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
-Motee,” said the fair-haired English
-girl; “the Lord Jesus can save us, and
-show us the way to mamma.”</p>
-
-<p>There was comfort in that thought, which
-the poor heathen could not have drawn from
-calling on Vishnu and the thousand false
-gods which the ignorant Hindus adore.
-The little child could feel, as the woman
-could not, that even in that lonely jungle a
-great and a loving Friend was beside her!</p>
-
-<p>Again Motee tried to find her way, again
-she paused in alarm. What was that dreadful
-sound, like a growl, that startled the
-ayah, and made her sink on her knees in
-terror, clasping all the closer the little girl
-in her arms! Motee and Edith both turned
-to gaze in the direction from which that
-dreadful sound had proceeded. What was
-their horror on beholding the striped head
-of a Bengal tiger above the waving grass!
-Motee uttered a terrified scream,—Edith a
-cry to the Lord to save her. It seemed
-like the instant answer to that cry when
-the sharp report of a rifle rang through the
-thicket, quickly succeeded by a second; and
-the wild beast, mortally wounded, lay rolling<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
-and struggling on the earth! Edith saw
-nothing of what followed; the shock had
-been too great for the child; senseless with
-terror she lay in the arms of her trembling
-ayah!</p>
-
-<p>Edith’s father, for it was he whom Providence
-had sent to the rescue, bore his little
-darling back to the tent, leaving his servants,
-who had followed his steps, to bring
-in the spoils of the tiger. It was some
-time before Edith recovered her senses, and
-then an attack of fever ensued. Mrs. Tuller
-nursed her daughter with fondest care, and
-with scarcely less tenderness and love the
-faithful Motee tended the child. The poor
-ayah would have given her life to save that
-of her little charge.</p>
-
-<p>On the third night after that terrible
-adventure in the woods came the crisis of
-the fever. Mrs. Tuller, worn out by two
-sleepless nights, had been persuaded to go
-to rest, and let Motee take her turn of
-watching beside the child. The tent was
-nearly dark,—but one light burned within
-it,—Edith lay in shadow,—the ayah could
-not see her face,—a terror came over the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
-Hindu,—all was so still, she could not hear
-any breathing,—could Missee Baba be dead!
-Motee during two anxious days had prayed
-to all the false gods that she could think of
-to make Missee Edith well; but the fever
-had not decreased. Now, in the silence of
-the night, poor Motee Ayah bethought her
-of the English girl’s words in the jungle.
-Little Edith had said that the Lord could
-save them,—and had he not saved from
-the jaws of the savage tiger? Could he
-not help them now? The Hindu knelt beside
-the charpoy (pallet) on which lay the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
-fair-haired child, put her brown palms together,
-bowed her head, and for the first
-time in her life breathed a prayer to the
-Christian’s God: “Lord Jesus, save Missee
-Baba!”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus3.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE AYAH PRAYING.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“O Motee! Motee!” cried little Edith,
-starting up from the pillow with a cry of
-delight, and flinging her white arms round
-the neck of the astonished Hindu, “the
-Lord has made you love him,—I knew he
-would,—for I prayed so hard. And oh,
-how I love you, Motee—more than ever I
-did before!” The curly head nestled on
-the bosom of the ayah, and her dark skin
-was wet with the little child’s tears of joy.</p>
-
-<p>Edith, a few minutes before, had awoke
-refreshed from a long sleep, during which
-her fever had passed away. And from that
-hour her recovery was speedy; before many
-days were over the child was again sporting
-about in innocent glee. And from that
-night the ayah never prayed to an idol
-again. Willing she now was to listen to all
-that the beebee could tell of a great and
-merciful Lord. Of the skin of the tiger
-that the sahib had slain a rug was made,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
-which Edith called her praying-carpet. Upon
-this, morning and night, the white English
-girl and her ayah knelt side by side, and
-offered up simple prayers to Him who had
-saved them from death. Mrs. Tuller’s
-words had done less than her example in
-drawing a poor wandering soul to God; but
-the prayer lisped by her little lamb had had
-greater effect than either.</p>
-
-<p>Oh, if, in our dear land, all the little ones
-who have no money to give to the missionary
-cause, who have never even seen an
-idolater, would lift up their hands and hearts
-to the Lord, saying, “Teach the poor heathen
-to love thee!” how rich a harvest of blessings
-would be drawn down by such a prayer
-on those who know not the truth, and still
-sit in darkness and the shadow of death!</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer1.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header2.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">BUY THE TRUTH AND SELL IT NOT. Prov. 23:23.</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="II">II.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE BUTTERFLY.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">A party of boys had been playing
-in the fields on a sunny afternoon
-in the bright month of June.
-They had been chasing a gay
-butterfly, which, in its uncertain
-flight, had led them over hedge
-and ditch, till at last the beautiful prize was
-won, and the brilliant insect remained a
-helpless prisoner in the hands of its pursuers.
-Alas, for the butterfly! A few moments
-before so gay and so free, sometimes resting
-on a blossom, then fluttering up towards
-the sky, its lovely wings were rudely torn
-away, and it lay quivering in the agonies of
-death. At this moment Ella Claremont, a
-young lady of the village, approached the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>
-party; she had seen the chase and its close,
-and looked with regret on the poor mangled
-butterfly. “Why did you not let it live?”
-said she; “it had never harmed you, and it
-was so happy. You easily took away its
-little life,” she added; “but could any of
-you, could any power on earth, give that
-life back again?”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus4.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">A HELPLESS PRISONER.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The boys looked one upon another, and
-were silent, till the eldest of them, Giles,
-replied, “I am sorry that I killed it, but I
-did not know that there was any harm.”</p>
-
-<p>“Surely,” said Ella, in a very gentle
-voice, “in a world where there is so much
-pain, one would be sorry to add, even in the
-least degree, to the amount of it. There is
-another feeling,” continued she, “that should
-make us merciful to every creature; we
-should look upon it as one of the wonderful
-works of God.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why,” said Anthony, “a butterfly is
-only a caterpillar after it has wings.”</p>
-
-<p>“True; but what human skill could form
-a caterpillar! It has been calculated that
-in a single caterpillar there are <em>sixty thousand
-muscles</em>!”</p>
-
-<p>An exclamation of astonishment burst
-from the boys.</p>
-
-<p>“They must be finer than spiders’ threads,”
-cried Giles.</p>
-
-<p>“I daresay,” replied the lady, “that you
-are not aware that each separate spider’s
-thread is said to be formed of about <em>three
-thousand</em> joined together.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“The world seems full of wonders,” exclaimed
-little Robert.</p>
-
-<p>“It is indeed; the more we search into
-God’s works, the more wisdom and skill do
-we behold.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll not kill a butterfly again,” said Giles.</p>
-
-<p>“I never see one fluttering in the sun,”
-continued Ella, “without thinking of those
-lines:—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">‘Thou hast burst from thy prison,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Bright child of the air!</div>
-<div class="verse">Like a spirit just risen</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">From its mansion of care!’”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>“That sounds very pretty,” said Giles;
-“but I don’t understand it.”</p>
-
-<p>“It is not very difficult to explain,” replied
-Ella. “The butterfly teaches us a
-joyful lesson; it is what is called a <em>type</em> of
-immortality! You see the lowly caterpillar
-crawling over a leaf,—it cannot raise itself
-towards the sky,—it cannot leave the earth;
-in this it is like what <em>we are now</em>. Then, as
-you know, it seems to die; it is wrapped up
-in its little covering, and there it lies without
-motion or feeling—that is like what <em>we
-must be</em>.”</p>
-
-<p>“Ah! I see; when we are in our coffins,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>
-dead and buried,” cried Robert. “But the
-bright butterfly soon bursts from the dark
-case, and we do not rise from our graves.”</p>
-
-<p>“<em>We shall</em>,” replied Ella earnestly; “<em>we
-all shall rise again</em>. No longer prisoners
-bound to earth, no longer creeping on amidst
-trials and sorrows, but free, happy, glorious,
-shining in the beams of the Sun of Righteousness.
-‘For the trumpet shall sound, and
-the dead shall be raised’ (1 Cor. xv. 52).
-Why should we fear death—why should we
-dread being laid in the cold tomb? When
-we think of the hope set before us, well may
-we cry, ‘O death, where is thy sting? O
-grave, where is thy victory?’” (1 Cor. xv. 55).</p>
-
-<p>There was a deep silence for a few moments;
-nothing was heard but the song of a
-lark high overhead, as it soared towards the
-sky.</p>
-
-<p>Then Giles spoke in a tone of awe, “Will
-<em>all</em> rise again?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, all.”</p>
-
-<p>“Will all rise to be free, and happy, and
-glorious?”</p>
-
-<p>“Alas, no!” replied Ella.</p>
-
-<p>“How can we tell,” continued the boy,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
-after a little hesitation, “whether <em>we</em> shall
-be among the happy ones?”</p>
-
-<p>“There will be but two classes then,” said
-Ella, “as there are but two classes amongst
-those called Christians now. We may divide
-all who have heard of a Saviour into <em>those
-who love God, and those who love sin</em>. Those
-who love sin will awake to misery; those
-who love God will awake to glory.”</p>
-
-<p>“But,” said the boy anxiously, “there
-may be some who love God and really try
-to obey him, and yet sin sometimes.”</p>
-
-<p>“<em>All</em> sin sometimes,” replied Ella. “There
-is not one human being free from sin.”</p>
-
-<p>“Then,” said Giles, “I should be afraid
-that, when the trumpet sounded, my sins
-would be like chains, and keep me down, so
-that I could not rise.”</p>
-
-<p>Every eye was turned towards Ella; every
-ear anxiously listened for her reply; for
-every young heart was conscious of some
-sin, and felt the difficulty which Giles had
-started.</p>
-
-<p>“It would have been so,” replied Ella,
-“had not the Saviour died for sinners like
-us. His blood washes us <em>quite clean</em> from<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
-all guilt—that is, if we really believe on him
-and love him. Let us look upon our sins as
-chains <em>now</em>, and struggle hard to burst them,
-and pray for grace to help us: then, if we
-are Christ’s people, we shall rise joyfully in
-that great day when ‘the Lord himself shall
-descend from heaven with a shout, with the
-voice of the archangel, and with the trump
-of God’” (1 Thess. iv. 16).</p>
-
-<p>“I think,” said Giles, after a pause, “that
-sins are like chains, and very hard to break
-too. There is temper, now! I know that
-I’ve a bad temper; I determine over and
-over again that I will get rid of it; but the
-harder I struggle, the tighter the chain
-seems to grow.”</p>
-
-<p>“And mother is trying to cure me of saying
-bad words,” cried little Robert; “but
-it’s no use—they will come; I say them
-when I’m not thinking about it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have you tried prayer?” inquired Ella.
-“Do you not know the precious promises,
-‘If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of
-God, that giveth to all men liberally, and
-upbraideth not; and it shall be given him’
-(James i. 5). ‘Ask, and it shall be given<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>
-you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it
-shall be opened unto you’ (Luke xi. 9).
-These words have often been such a comfort
-to me, when I felt how heavy my chain
-was, and how weak my efforts to get rid of
-it. And now, my young friends, I must
-leave you; will you think over what I have
-said?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes, miss, and thank you for it,” said
-Giles, touching his cap.</p>
-
-<p>Ella paused as she was turning to depart,
-and gazed upon the sky, all bright with the
-evening sun, setting amidst clouds of crimson
-and gold.</p>
-
-<p>“How glorious!” she cried, “how beautiful
-that work of God! He, too, speaks of
-the resurrection; he sinks to rise again!</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">‘Just so is the Christian; his course he begins,</div>
-<div class="verse">Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his sins,</div>
-<div class="verse">Then all in a moment he breaks out and shines,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">And travels his heavenly way.</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">‘And when he comes nearer to finish his race,</div>
-<div class="verse">Like a fine setting sun, he grows richer in grace,</div>
-<div class="verse">And gives a sure hope, at the end of his days,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Of rising in brighter array!’</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>“Farewell, my children. Whether we
-shall see each other again on this earth,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
-who shall dare to say? But we shall meet
-again when the last trumpet sounds, and
-the dead hear the Saviour’s voice, and the
-saints awake in his likeness. Let us live
-now as those who are waiting for the Lord,
-and who long for the hour of his appearing.”</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“Oh! when through earth, and sea, and skies,</div>
-<div class="verse">Th’ archangel’s final summons flies,</div>
-<div class="verse">May we, through Christ, immortal rise</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Towards a heavenly home!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“They who together life have trod,</div>
-<div class="verse">May they together burst the sod,</div>
-<div class="verse">And glorious rise to meet their God!</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Come, Jesus, Saviour, come!”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer2.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE HAND OF THE DILIGENT MAKETH RICH</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="III">III.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE PENITENT.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-w.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">“What is the matter with you,
-Charley?” said George Mayne, as
-he returned home from the factory,
-and found his little brother crying
-violently on the door-step.
-“What has vexed you, Charley, my boy?”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, my father will never forgive me,”
-sobbed the child.</p>
-
-<p>“I cannot think that, he is so good and
-so kind. Come, dry up your tears, and tell
-me what has happened; perhaps I may be
-able to help you out of your trouble.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
-<img src="images/illus5.jpg" width="350" height="500" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">CHARLEY’S GRIEF.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>It was some time before, soothed by the
-kindness of his brother, the boy became
-calm enough to explain the cause of his
-grief. With a voice half choked with tears
-he began: “Father had sent me to pay the
-baker—he had given me a half-crown to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>
-it—he had <em>trusted me</em>; and now it is all—all
-gone! Oh, father will never forgive me!”
-and he burst into a fresh agony of sorrow.</p>
-
-<p>“You lost the money, did you? Well,
-father can ill afford it, but he will forgive
-you for an accident, I am sure.”</p>
-
-<p>“But it was <em>not</em> an accident, that is the
-worst of it! You see, I met Jack and Ben;
-they were playing at pitch-farthing, and
-they called to me to join them.”</p>
-
-<p>“But father has forbidden us to keep
-company with those idle boys.”</p>
-
-<p>“I know it—but I disobeyed him—I was
-very wrong—and I am very miserable.”</p>
-
-<p>“I hope that you did not join the game?”</p>
-
-<p>“Not at first—I told them that I had
-given father my solemn promise never to
-gamble; but they jeered me, and laughed at
-me—and I played with them—and they got
-all my money from me—the half-crown that
-was not mine, with which I had been <em>trusted</em>.
-Oh, father will never forgive me!”</p>
-
-<p>“Now, Charley, do you know what I
-advise you to do?” said George. “Go to
-father at once, confess your fault to him, let
-not one sin lead you to another.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Confess to him!—I dare not.”</p>
-
-<p>“I will go with you, Charley; I will
-plead for you.”</p>
-
-<p>“But father is so poor; he will be in
-debt, and he cannot bear that! He will be
-so angry. Oh, cannot I say that some one
-snatched the half-crown out of my hand?”</p>
-
-<p>“Charley, Charley!” cried his brother,
-almost sternly, “the Evil One is tempting
-you. He has gained one victory over you;
-would you be his slave entirely? Pray to
-God for strength to struggle against this
-temptation: remember that liars have no
-place in heaven. I will plead for you, I say;
-and as for the money, I have been saving up
-pence for the last six months to buy a particular
-book which I have much wished to
-have—I have just enough of money, and I
-will pay the debt.”</p>
-
-<p>“O George, how good you are! But if
-the debt is paid, need I confess?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes; you have not only lost the money,
-but broken father’s command, and broken
-your own promise. Hide nothing. Take
-my hand, Charley, and come with me at
-once; every moment that we delay doing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span>
-what is right, we add to the difficulty of
-doing it.”</p>
-
-<p>So hand in hand the two brothers appeared
-before their father, who was resting
-himself after a hard day’s work. George
-encouraged poor Charley to confess his
-fault; he entreated forgiveness for the
-offender; he placed in the hand of his father
-his own hard-earned savings. The parent
-opened his arms, and pressed both his sons
-to his heart! Then making Charley sit
-down beside him, the good man thus
-addressed his repentant child:—</p>
-
-<p>“I forgive you, my boy, for the sake of
-your brother; but there is another Friend
-whom you have offended, whose commandment
-you have broken, whose forgiveness
-you must seek.”</p>
-
-<p>“I know that I have sinned against
-God,” said Charley sadly.</p>
-
-<p>“And for whose sake do you hope to be
-forgiven?”</p>
-
-<p>Charley looked up in the face of his
-father, and replied, “I hope for forgiveness
-for the sake of the Lord Jesus Christ.”</p>
-
-<p>“And if you are grateful to an earthly<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
-brother for pitying you, and pleading for
-you, and paying your debt, how can you be
-thankful enough to that heavenly Saviour
-who shed his own <em>blood</em> to win for you a
-free pardon, and who now is pleading for
-you at the right hand of God?”</p>
-
-<p>Charley was silent, but his eyes filled
-with tears.</p>
-
-<p>“And now, George, my boy, bring me
-the Bible,” said his father; “it is time for
-our evening reading.”</p>
-
-<p>“What part shall I read?” inquired
-George, reverently opening the sacred book.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, let him read of some one who had
-sinned and was forgiven!” said poor Charley.</p>
-
-<p>At his father’s look of assent, George
-turned to the touching story of the woman
-who, weeping and penitent, sought for
-mercy from the Saviour, and found it.</p>
-
-<p>“Behold, a woman in the city, which was
-a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at
-meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an
-alabaster-box of ointment, and stood at his
-feet behind him weeping, and began to wash
-his feet with tears, and did wipe them with
-the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>
-and anointed them with the ointment.
-Now when the Pharisee which had bidden
-him saw it, he spake within himself, saying,
-This man, if he were a prophet, would have
-known who and what manner of woman this
-is that toucheth him: for she is a sinner.
-And Jesus answering, said unto him, Simon,
-I have somewhat to say unto thee. And he
-saith, Master, say on. There was a certain
-creditor which had two debtors; the one
-owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty.
-And when they had nothing to pay, he
-frankly forgave them both. Tell me, therefore,
-which of them will love him most?
-Simon answered and said, I suppose that he
-to whom he forgave most. And he said
-unto him, Thou hast rightly judged. And
-he turned to the woman, and said unto
-Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered
-into thine house, thou gavest me no water
-for my feet: but she hath washed my feet
-with tears, and wiped them with the hairs
-of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but
-this woman, since the time I came in, hath
-not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with
-oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
-hath anointed my feet with ointment.
-Wherefore I say unto thee, Her sins, which
-are many, are forgiven; for she loved much:
-but to whom little is forgiven, the same
-loveth little. And he said unto her, Thy
-sins are forgiven” (Luke vii. 37-48).</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer3.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="190" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">ENTER NOT INTO THE PATH OF THE WICKED. Prov.</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="IV">IV.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE REPROOF.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">A lady and her young daughter
-were travelling by train. Two
-gentlemen occupied seats in the
-same carriage, and presently entered
-into conversation with each
-other. Their language was such
-as pained their fellow-traveller to hear.
-The sacred name of the Deity lightly
-uttered, the profane oath on their lips,
-showed how little they regarded that solemn
-warning, “<em>For every idle word men
-shall speak, they shall give an account the
-day of judgment.</em>” Fearful of uttering her
-thoughts to the strangers, the lady turned
-to her daughter, who, after having shown<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>
-the fidgety restlessness common to children
-upon a journey, now sat still with open eyes
-and ears, a wondering listener to the conversation.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus6.jpg" width="500" height="525" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">IN THE TRAIN.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Anxious to divert the attention of Adine,
-the lady pointed out to her various objects
-on the road, and then proceeded to repeat
-anecdote after anecdote from the funds of a
-well-stocked memory. Adine was soon all
-attention; and at last even the gentlemen,
-having worn out their own subject of conversation,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
-paused to listen to the mother
-entertaining her child.</p>
-
-<p>“Did I ever tell you the story of a great
-king,” said the lady, “who once overheard
-two of his courtiers speaking in a way
-greatly to displease him? He gently drew
-back the curtains of his tent, and uttered
-this quiet reproof: ‘<em>Remove a little further,
-gentlemen, for your king hears you!</em>’</p>
-
-<p>“Adine,” continued the mother, with a
-flushed cheek and beating heart, for she
-wished, yet feared, to make her lesson plain
-to the older listeners, “may not some people
-yet need such a reproof?”</p>
-
-<p>“It would be of no use, mamma,” replied
-the child simply; “for, let us remove as far
-as we can, <em>our heavenly King always hears
-us</em>!”</p>
-
-<p>There was not another oath uttered during
-the remainder of that journey; the lesson
-had not been given in vain.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer4.jpg" width="200" height="80" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="210" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="V">V.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE VASE AND THE DART.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-n.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">“Not at school again, Harry?” said the
-teacher, Willy Thorn, as he seated
-himself in the little parlour of
-Widow Brown, and regarded with
-a kind but almost sad countenance
-the flushed face of her grandson. “You
-have not been with us for a month, Harry,
-and I fear that you never go to church. I
-had hoped better things of you, my boy.”</p>
-
-<p>“It’s all from the bad company that he
-gets into,” said the widow, taking off her
-spectacles and wiping the glasses. “He is
-a good lad at heart, sir; but you see as how
-he has no firmness—he can’t say <em>No</em>. Harry
-intends to do well one hour, and forgets all<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
-about it the next; but I’ll be bound you’ll
-see him at school and at church too, some
-day or other.”</p>
-
-<p>“He knows not how long he may have
-the <em>opportunity</em> of doing either. Remember,
-Harry, the fate of your young companion,
-Sam Porter, hurried in one instant into
-eternity—not one moment given him to
-repent, to call on his Saviour!—all his
-<em>opportunities</em> past for ever!”</p>
-
-<p>Harry sighed and looked down.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, my boy,” said Thorn, more cheerfully,
-“if you have made good resolutions
-and broken them a hundred times, <em>try again</em>;
-try with <em>faith</em> and <em>prayer</em>, and God may
-give you the victory yet! I heard a little
-allegory to-day. I thought that it might
-interest, and perhaps benefit you; so, as it
-is too dark at present for reading, I will
-repeat it to you, if Mrs. Brown would like
-to hear it.”</p>
-
-<p>“I am quite agreeable,” said the old
-woman, leaning back in her arm-chair.</p>
-
-<p>“What is an allegory?” inquired Harry.</p>
-
-<p>“Real truths shown in fiction. You will
-understand better what an allegory is when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span>
-you have listened to this. It is called the
-story of</p>
-
-<p class="center">“THE VASE AND THE DART.</p>
-
-<p>“A young boy entered a beautiful garden,
-which extended as far as the eye could
-reach. Through the whole length of it
-stretched a narrow avenue, bordered with
-overhanging trees. Slowly the boy pursued
-his way along it, listening to the songs of
-the birds, and admiring the green foliage
-above him, through which, here and there,
-streamed the rays of the glorious sun. He
-quickly perceived that he was not alone; on
-either side, all down the long avenue, stood
-a line of maidens, beautiful to behold. They
-were all robed in white, with wreaths of
-fresh flowers on their heads, and greeted the
-boy with a bright smile of welcome. Each
-held in her right hand a vase of gold, in her
-left a sharp iron dart.”</p>
-
-<p>“I do not understand this allegory at
-all,” said Harry. “Did any one ever see
-such maidens as these?”</p>
-
-<p>“These maidens,” replied Thorn, “are
-well known to <em>all</em>—they are called <em>Opportunities</em>.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
-Who has not met with opportunities
-of doing good, opportunities of receiving
-good?”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus7.jpg" width="500" height="575" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE ROWS OF MAIDENS.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“I see, sir. Pray go on.”</p>
-
-<p>“As the boy approached the first maiden,
-she held out her vase to him, and invited
-him to take the contents. On the golden
-vase appeared the word <em class="smcap">Prayer</em>, and the
-sweetest, fairest fruits were heaped up within<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>
-it; but the boy scarcely glanced at the
-proffered gift. ‘It is wearisome!’ he cried;
-so pushed it aside and passed on.”</p>
-
-<p>“Opportunity for prayer!” cried old Mrs.
-Brown. “Ah, sir, who can count how
-many times we have pushed that away from
-us! God forgive us!”</p>
-
-<p>“The boy sauntered on,” resumed Willy
-Thorn, “and soon another fair maiden stood
-before him: she also held forth a vase of
-bright gold, full of pieces of glittering silver.
-On it was inscribed the word <em class="smcap">Knowledge</em>.”</p>
-
-<p>“Here is the opportunity of gaining learning
-at school,” said Mrs. Brown, who was
-an intelligent old woman, and had read a
-good deal in her youth.</p>
-
-<p>“But the boy scarcely glanced at the
-proffered gift. ‘It is troublesome!’ he
-cried; so pushed it aside and passed on.</p>
-
-<p>“A short space further on another maiden
-stopped him, with a bright and joyous countenance.
-Her gold vase contained the loveliest
-flowers, and on it appeared written, <em class="smcap">Acts
-of Kindness to others</em>. The boy looked at
-it wistfully for a moment, tempted by the
-sweet perfume of the beautiful blossoms.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
-Opportunity smiled, but <em>selfishness</em> stayed the
-hand of the boy, half stretched out to empty
-the vase: he pushed it aside and passed on.</p>
-
-<p>“The next maiden who greeted him was
-calm and fair, with a grave and earnest look.
-Her vase was full of refined gold, and this
-was the motto which it bore: <em class="smcap">Attendance
-at the House of God</em>. A sound of church-bells
-came on the breeze, and the sweet
-music of a distant hymn; but in vain they
-fell on the boy’s listening ear. ‘It is dull!’
-he cried; pushed the rich vase aside, and
-passed on.”</p>
-
-<p>“But you said, sir,” observed Harry,
-“that the maidens held darts in their left
-hands, as well as vases in their right. What
-do you mean by them?”</p>
-
-<p>“You shall hear before I end my story.
-So the boy reached another maiden, who
-looked like an angel from heaven. Her
-eyes shone like stars in the calm blue sky,
-and the tones of her voice thrilled deep into
-the heart. Her vase was overflowing with
-sparkling jewels, brighter than those which
-monarchs wear. On it shone in glittering
-letters, <em class="smcap">The Word of God</em>.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Oh, I hope that he put out his hand
-and took <em>that</em>!” cried the aged woman, resting
-hers on her Bible.</p>
-
-<p>“Opportunity cried, ‘Oh, pass me not by!
-<em>Search the Scriptures</em>, that can make you <em>wise
-unto salvation</em>.’ She held forth her vase
-with imploring look, but the boy was intent
-on pursuing his way. ‘I care not for it!’
-he cried; so pushed it aside and passed on.”</p>
-
-<p>“Well, he might have the same opportunity
-of reading the Bible again and again,”
-said Harry.</p>
-
-<p>“Not the <em>same</em>,” replied Willy Thorn;
-“the boy could not retrace one step of his
-way. No moment of time can ever be
-recalled. Every opportunity of doing good
-once past, whatever others may arise, <em>that</em>
-opportunity is past for ever!</p>
-
-<p>“‘I shall meet with more maidens,’ said
-the boy. ‘I see an endless number before
-me; doubtless they carry vases as precious
-as those which I have rejected.’ But even
-as he spoke the words, he came suddenly on
-a black iron gate, and he could pass on no
-further. Shuddering, he read on the gate
-the solemn word, <em class="smcap">Death</em>!</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Then would he gladly have turned
-round: then would he have earnestly asked
-for one more <em>opportunity</em> for prayer—one
-more <em>opportunity</em> of doing what is right;
-but <em>the last had been passed</em>—he had slighted
-the treasure of the <em>last</em>! Nor can we
-despise opportunities, and not suffer for
-doing so; if they offer the vase, they also
-carry the punishment meet for those who
-neglect its contents. As the boy stood
-trembling at the gate of Death, a dart came
-hissing through the air, and inflicted on him
-a burning wound: then came another and
-another; every opportunity despised sent
-its messenger of vengeance, and the wretched
-boy, writhing with the arrows of conscience
-in his soul, sank down at the gate, <em>and
-perished</em>!”</p>
-
-<p>“Alas!” cried Harry, “where can I then
-find safety, for <em>I</em> have neglected more opportunities
-than I can number of <em>doing good</em>
-and <em>receiving good</em>?”</p>
-
-<p>“Ask the Lord for pardon through the
-blood of the Saviour!” exclaimed Thorn.
-“‘<em>Now is the accepted time, now is the day
-of salvation</em>;’ neglect not <em>this</em><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span>
-opportunity—<em>it may be your last</em>! O my young friend!
-no day leaves you as it found you; every
-day brings its <em>opportunities</em> of <em>prayer</em>, <em>praise</em>,
-<em>reading the Bible</em>, and <em>obeying God’s laws</em>;
-every day you have chosen either the vase
-or the dart.”</p>
-
-<p>Dear reader, to you would I address a
-few words. If this little story has raised
-the thought in your heart, “How have <em>I</em>
-improved my opportunities?” oh, push it
-not aside and pass on! Let not the day
-close without prayer; seize the golden prize
-while yet it is offered to you, or hope not
-to escape the dart!</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer5.jpg" width="200" height="80" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header6.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="VI">VI.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE JEWEL.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">As a lady was walking across Hyde
-Park, rather early in the day, she
-happened to take her handkerchief
-out of her pocket, and drew out
-with it, by accident, a little red case.
-It fell on the path, and rolled almost
-to the feet of a poor girl who was standing
-near. The child was clad in rags, her hair
-was rough, her face and hands dirty; she
-was one who had no one to care for her, no
-one to teach her what was right. Half
-eager, half afraid, she stretched out her
-hand to seize the prize, but first turned
-round to see that she was not observed, and
-met the eye of the lady.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Stop!” said Mrs. Claremont, who had
-heard the case drop on the ground; “stop,
-little girl, <em>you are in danger of losing something</em>!”
-and while the astonished Ann knew
-not what could possibly be meant by such
-strange words, the lady quietly stooped down
-and picked up the case herself.</p>
-
-<p>She then again addressed the child; her
-manner was not angry, but calm and kind,
-and Ann, notwithstanding her fear and
-shame, felt a pleasure in listening to so gentle
-a voice.</p>
-
-<p>“Come beside me while I rest on this
-bench,” said Mrs. Claremont, “and tell me
-what I meant, when I said that you were in
-danger of losing something.”</p>
-
-<p>Ann only stared at her, and made no
-answer.</p>
-
-<p>“Do you know that you have a soul?”</p>
-
-<p>“I know nothing about it,” muttered the
-girl.</p>
-
-<p>“Then,” said Mrs. Claremont, “I will
-show you what you were going to take, and
-explain to you what you were in danger of
-losing.”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ve got nothing to lose,” thought Ann,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
-but she watched the lady with some curiosity.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus8.jpg" width="500" height="525" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE LADY AND THE LITTLE GIRL.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“You see,” continued Mrs. Claremont,
-“this little red case. It has nothing fine
-about it,—it looks old and worn. Did you
-think it worth stealing?”</p>
-
-<p>“I thought there was something in it.”</p>
-
-<p>“You thought right; the most precious
-part is <em>within</em>. So it is with you, and all
-people, my child. Your body, which can be<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span>
-seen and felt, is like the <em>case</em> of the jewel;
-your soul is the jewel itself.”</p>
-
-<p>“What is a soul?” said Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“When I speak to you, you <em>think</em> of what
-I say—the part of you that <em>thinks</em> is the
-soul; if any were kind to you, you would
-<em>love</em> them—the part that <em>loves</em> is the soul.
-You can see that tree; it lives, but it has no
-soul in it, it cannot <em>love</em> or <em>think</em>. Do you
-understand me now?”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes,” answered the girl.</p>
-
-<p>“You cannot see this jewel, because the
-case is shut; I am going to open the case,
-and show it to you.”</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Claremont unclosed the little case,
-and Ann beheld a very beautiful jewel, which
-sparkled like a star in the rays of the sun.</p>
-
-<p>“This jewel was given to my great-grandmother
-on her marriage,” said Mrs. Claremont.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, how bright and fine it is!” cried
-Ann; “it does not look at all old!”</p>
-
-<p>“It will never look old. When I and my
-children’s children are in their graves, it will
-look beautiful and fresh as ever! And so it
-is with the soul. Our bodies must be laid<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
-in the tomb, but our souls—those jewels
-within—will never, never die!”</p>
-
-<p>“Where will they be when our bodies are
-dead?” asked Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“Either in happiness or in misery, according
-as we have been God’s faithful
-people here or not,” replied Mrs. Claremont.
-“Now tell me, my poor child, for which
-should we care most,—the <em>case</em> or the <em>jewel</em>,
-the <em>body</em> or the <em>soul</em>?”</p>
-
-<p>“The soul,” answered Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“And it was your soul which you were
-putting in danger even now; for <em>sin</em> is the
-ruin of the soul. It is written in God’s
-Word, ‘What shall it profit a man if he
-gain the whole world and lose his own soul,
-or what shall a man give in exchange for his
-soul?’ To procure a few more comforts for
-your weak perishing body, would you throw
-away the precious jewel within?”</p>
-
-<p>Ann looked at the lady very sadly, and
-then replied, “No one ever spoke to me in
-this way before; no one cares for <em>my</em> soul!”</p>
-
-<p>“O my child, there is One who cares
-for it, One to whom it is very precious!
-The Lord Jesus Christ left the glory of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
-heaven to come and save poor souls. He
-bought yours with his life’s blood. He
-died on the cross, that it might shine for
-ever in glory!”</p>
-
-<p>“Does the Lord really care for me?” inquired
-Ann anxiously. “Why, then, am I
-so wretched and so poor?”</p>
-
-<p>“He does care for you; he does love
-you; you are precious to him. And as for
-being poor and wretched—look again at this
-beautiful jewel, and tell me where you think
-that it came from first.”</p>
-
-<p>“I cannot tell.”</p>
-
-<p>“It came from the dust,—it was dug from
-the dark earth. It had no great beauty
-then; those who did not know its real value
-would have despised and thrown it away;
-but there were those who knew that it was
-precious. So we too belong to the dust,
-fallen sinful creatures; and we would have
-lain there for ever, had not the Lord had pity
-upon us and raised us, and brought us into
-the sunlight of his gospel.”</p>
-
-<p>“If the jewel was not bright at first, what
-makes it so bright now?” inquired Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“It has been <em>cut</em> and <em>polished</em>, and so it is<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span>
-with our souls. God sends them poverty or
-trials here, to prepare them to shine in his
-palace above! If the jewel had been a living
-thing it would not have liked to have been
-cut, but it would never have been bright
-without it.”</p>
-
-<p>“I should like to know more about the
-Lord who cares for my soul, and bought it
-with his blood,” sighed Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“Have you a Bible or Testament, my
-child?”</p>
-
-<p>“No, ma’am.”</p>
-
-<p>“Can you read?”</p>
-
-<p>“No,” said Ann sadly.</p>
-
-<p>“There is a Ragged School near, to which
-you might go and be taught, and hear about
-the Lord Jesus, and what he has done for
-your soul.”</p>
-
-<p>“I know where the school is,” said Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“Go, then, and you will be made welcome,
-my poor little friend. I do not remain in
-London myself, but I will leave with the
-teacher some clothes, and a beautiful Bible,
-which shall be yours as soon as you can
-read it.”</p>
-
-<p>“Thank you, ma’am,” said the girl.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“And one little word before we part,
-perhaps never to meet again in this world,”
-continued Mrs. Claremont. “If you cannot
-read you can <em>pray</em>—have you ever prayed to
-God?”</p>
-
-<p>“Never,” replied Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“Your soul can never be safe until you do.
-Kneel down, morning and evening, and at
-least repeat these few words: ‘<em>O Lord, forgive
-my sins, and make my heart clean by
-thy Spirit, for Jesus Christ’s sake.</em>’ So short
-a prayer you can remember, can you not, if I
-repeat it over to you two or three times?”</p>
-
-<p>“I think so,” said Ann.</p>
-
-<p>“Pray with your whole heart, my child,
-and God, for the sake of the Saviour, will
-hear and bless you. Love him who first
-loved you, believe in his mercy, and obey
-his holy commandments. Then what matter
-if for a few years, or months, or days, you
-be called upon to wait or suffer here? Death
-will soon unclose the worn-out case, and
-remove the precious jewel to that glorious
-place where tears shall be wiped from every
-eye, and sorrow and sighing shall flee for ever
-away!”</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM. Prov. ix. 10</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="VII">VII.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE STORM.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">A little vessel was floating over
-the Sea of Tiberias; the Lord
-Jesus and his disciples were within
-it. “And there arose a great
-storm of wind, and the waves beat
-into the ship, so that it was now
-full. And Jesus was in the hinder part of
-the ship, asleep on a pillow; and they awake
-him, and say unto him, Master, carest thou not
-that we perish? And he arose, and rebuked
-the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be
-still! And the wind ceased, and there was
-a great calm” (Mark iv. 37-39). The tossing
-waves sank down at his word, and the
-obedient waters lay like a sheet of glass,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>
-reflecting the blue sky above! “And he
-said unto his disciples, Why are ye so fearful?
-how is it that ye have no faith? And they
-feared exceedingly, and said one to another,
-What manner of Man is this, that even the
-wind and the sea obey him?” (Mark iv.)</p>
-
-<p>Dear little reader, are <em>you</em> in trouble or
-temptation? Then are you like the disciples
-on the stormy Sea of Tiberias. Perhaps
-your relations are harsh and unkind, or
-perhaps you are a poor orphan without a
-friend in the world, and are ready to say,
-“No man careth for my soul!” But you
-have one Friend, a powerful Friend, a loving
-Friend, who has led you on your voyage
-through life until now, and will lead you to
-the end! The Lord Jesus is beside you,
-though you see him not. Hear what he says
-to those who love him: <em>Can a woman forget
-her sucking child! yea, they may forget, yet
-will I not forget thee</em> (Isa. xlix. 15).</p>
-
-<p>Or are you in great poverty, hungry and
-weary? You can scarcely earn your daily
-bread, you have no comfort, no rest, no home!
-In the bitterness of your heart, you cry,
-“Lord, carest thou not that we perish?” O<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
-my child, the Saviour is <em>not</em> asleep! He
-knows your trials, he has felt them all—the
-Lord of heaven and earth once “<em>had not
-where to lay his head!” Behold, the eye of
-the Lord is upon them that fear him, upon
-them that hope in his mercy; to deliver their
-soul from death, and to keep them alive in
-famine</em> (Ps. xxxiii. 18, 19). <em>Many are the
-afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord
-delivereth him out of them all</em> (Ps. xxxiv. 19).
-Ask the Lord to help you, to feed you, to
-comfort you, above all, to give you his Holy
-Spirit; for if we love and trust in him, then
-<em>our light affliction, which is but for a moment,
-worketh for us a far more exceeding and
-eternal weight of glory</em>. Then the rough
-wind of trouble will but bring you on more
-quickly towards heaven, and even here below
-Jesus may bid the waves of affliction <em>be still</em>,
-and there shall be a <em>great calm</em>!</p>
-
-<p>Or are you in the storm of temptation?
-You wish to please God, you wish to go to
-heaven, but you feel as though the way were
-too hard for you. You think, “I cannot
-resist that temptation; I can give up all but
-that one sin. If I do not join my companions<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
-in what is wrong, I shall be despised;
-if I do not tell such a falsehood, I shall be
-beaten; if I do not work or sell on Sundays,
-I shall be starved!” In such a storm of
-temptation turn to the Saviour still; <em>for in
-that he himself hath suffered being tempted, he
-is able to succour them that are tempted</em> (Heb.
-ii. 18). Cry, “Lord, save me or I perish!
-Give me thy Holy Spirit, that I may be
-ready to follow thee through trouble and
-temptation. Whatever I may suffer here,
-oh, keep me faithful to thee!”</p>
-
-<p>Think on this one great truth, dear reader.
-The <em>comfort of the voyage</em> matters <em>little</em> in
-comparison to the <em>place</em> where we are going.
-The voyage of life cannot last very long;
-the fiercest storm must soon pass away!
-Look at these two different passengers, and
-think which of them you would pity.</p>
-
-<p>See one vessel bounding gaily over the
-bright water, the wind in her favour, the sun
-shining upon her; and look at that man on
-her deck! He is a <em>slave</em>; he is going to
-suffering and misery, he dreads to arrive at
-the port. <em>Do you not pity him?</em> Yet his
-case is happy compared with that of those<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span>
-who forget God—who, caring but for pleasure,
-living only for this world, are yet hurrying
-on to death—<em>and after death the judgment</em>!
-Poor slaves of sin! do they not know that—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“The greatest evil we can fear,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Is to possess our portion here!”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus9.jpg" width="500" height="425" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE MAN AT THE WHEEL.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Now look at this other man in a storm-tossed
-vessel! He is going <em>home</em>. He is
-going to riches, and honour, and happiness,
-and <em>home</em>! Though the waves rise high,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
-they will not overwhelm him; though the
-clouds are so dark, there is a sunshine in his
-<em>heart</em>! On the shore he knows that all will
-be peace, and he can smile in the midst of
-the storm! <em>Do you pity him?</em> But far
-happier is the Christian, however afflicted
-here; for his heart, and his hopes, and his
-home, are in heaven, and he is on his way to
-God! His sins forgiven through the blood
-of his Saviour, his courage supported by the
-power of God’s grace! <em>Blessed is the man
-that endureth temptation: for when he is tried,
-he shall receive the crown of life, which the
-Lord hath promised to them that love him!</em>
-(James i. 12).</p>
-
-<p>Think of those who have already landed
-on the happy shore, but not till they had
-passed through the storm. There are saints
-who have suffered, and martyrs who have
-died for the Lord! They do not wish <em>now</em>
-that their trials had been less;—sweet is to
-them the remembrance of the storm! When
-holy St. John, banished to Patmos for the
-sake of the gospel, saw heaven opened, and
-its glory appearing, what did he behold there?
-These are his words:—</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“After this I beheld, and, lo, a great
-multitude, which no man could number, of
-all nations, and kindreds, and people, and
-tongues, stood before the throne, and before
-the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and
-palms in their hands. And one of the elders
-answered, saying unto me, What are these
-which are arrayed in white robes? and
-whence came they? And I said unto him,
-Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me,
-These are they which came out of great
-tribulation, and have washed their robes,
-and made them white in the blood of the
-Lamb. Therefore are they before the throne
-of God, and serve him day and night in his
-temple: and he that sitteth on the throne
-shall dwell among them. They shall hunger
-no more, neither thirst any more; neither
-shall the sun light on them, nor any heat.
-For the Lamb which is in the midst of the
-throne shall feed them, and shall lead them
-unto living fountains of waters: and God
-shall wipe away all tears from their eyes”
-(Rev. vii. 9, 13-17).</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“<em>Lord, carest thou not that we perish!</em>”</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">How oft is the cry of despair,</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">When affliction’s waves roll,</div>
-<div class="verse">And the agonized soul</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Scarce can utter its anguish in prayer!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Yet the Saviour is watching beside us,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">His eye cannot slumber nor sleep;</div>
-<div class="verse">The bark which he guides,</div>
-<div class="verse">Where his presence abides,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Can never be wrecked on the deep!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Oh! how soon would our inward fears vanish,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Our souls smile at perils without,</div>
-<div class="verse">Could we hear his mild love</div>
-<div class="verse">Thus our terrors reprove,—</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">“<em>Ye of little faith, why did you doubt!</em>”</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">Lord, make us trust ever in thee,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Though our frail bark by tempests be driven;</div>
-<div class="verse">Till thy sovereign will</div>
-<div class="verse">Bid the rude waves “<em>be still!</em>”</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">And we rest in the haven of heaven!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer6.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header8.jpg" width="500" height="190" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">HE THAT LOVETH PLEASURE SHALL BE A POOR MAN. Prov. 21</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="VIII">VIII.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE SABBATH-TREE.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">It was on a bright Sunday afternoon
-that the teacher, Willy Thorn, on
-returning from church, met three of
-his scholars sauntering towards one
-of the London parks. They perceived
-his approach at some little distance,
-and instantly began to conceal in their
-pockets something that they had been carrying
-in their hands. Their nearness to a very
-tempting stall, upon which fruit and sweetmeats
-were sold, made Willy guess too truly
-the cause of the hasty movement. He
-thought it better, however, at first to take
-no apparent notice of the fact that the
-boys had been breaking the Fourth Commandment<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
-by buying upon God’s holy
-day.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, my lads,” said Thorn, when he
-came up to them, “you are going, I see
-towards the park. I will go with you; we
-will enjoy the fresh air and bright sunshine
-together, and perhaps have a little
-discourse, which may be profitable as well
-as pleasant.”</p>
-
-<p>The boys were usually very fond of the
-society of Willy Thorn; but just now, with
-their pockets full of cakes and nuts, they
-would have preferred being without it.
-However, no objection was made; they
-reached the park, and seated themselves
-under the shade of a large tree, for the sun
-was hot, and the shelter of the foliage was
-pleasant on that sultry afternoon.</p>
-
-<p>Willy Thorn looked upwards at the leafy
-boughs which hung above him, through
-whose screen a long bright ray, here and
-there, pierced like a diamond lance. “This
-tree has put an allegory into my mind,” said
-he. “Boys, are you in the mood for a
-story?”</p>
-
-<p>A story was always welcome, and in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
-expectation of being amused, the scholars
-half forgot that their teacher’s presence was
-delaying their intended feast.</p>
-
-<p>“Methought,” began Thorn, “that I had
-a dream; and in my dream I beheld a large
-and venerable tree. It was several thousand
-years old—so you may imagine its size; but
-it showed no signs of age; its leaves were
-as fresh, its fruit as abundant, as when the
-Israelites of old encamped under its refreshing
-shade. This tree was called the <em class="smcap">Sabbath-tree</em>.
-It was given by its Lord as one
-of the richest blessings which was ever bestowed
-upon man. Freely might all partake
-of its fruit; but all were forbidden by a
-voice Divine to break even the smallest
-bough from the sacred tree.</p>
-
-<p>“I saw in my dream that many thronged
-to the spot where the Sabbath-tree rose, like
-a beautiful green temple, in the midst of the
-plain; and I stood aside to mark the effect
-of its fruit on those who came to gather it.
-It strewed the ground in some places so
-thickly, that it shone like a carpet of gold.”</p>
-
-<p>“I suppose,” said Bat Nayland, one of
-the boys, “that the fruits of the Sabbath-tree<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span>
-are,—going to church, praying, praising,
-and reading the Bible?”</p>
-
-<p>Thorn smiled in assent, and continued:
-“I saw one haggard man come, faint with
-hunger, to the spot. He threw himself
-down on the soft grass, and fed eagerly on
-the nourishment freely provided. And I
-marked joy on his pale face as he ate of the
-fruit of the Sabbath-tree, and I remembered
-the holy words, <em>Blessed are they which do
-hunger and thirst after righteousness, for they
-shall be filled</em>.</p>
-
-<p>“I saw an aged woman reach the tree.
-She was so feeble that she had hardly power
-to stoop to gather the fruit; but as she
-tasted it, her strength returned, her bent
-form became more erect, she walked with a
-firmer step, and I remembered that it is
-written, <em>They that wait upon the Lord shall
-renew their strength</em>.</p>
-
-<p>“Next, a miserable sufferer approached;
-on his countenance was an expression of
-pain. He was sick—grievously sick of the
-malady of sin, fatal to all who cannot find a
-cure. But he knew the healing powers of
-the tree. He fed, and even as he fed health<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
-returned to his faded cheek, the anguish of
-his soul passed away, and the sufferer found
-himself whole.”</p>
-
-<p>“I thought,” said the eldest of the boys,
-“that there was but <em>one cure</em> for sin!”</p>
-
-<p>“True, most true,” replied Thorn, with an
-approving look; “but in due observance of
-Sabbath duties, we learn how to seek and
-where to find that cure.</p>
-
-<p>“I had watched in my dream, with a
-rejoicing heart, thousands gathering the
-precious fruit, and receiving nourishment,
-strength, and healing; but now, alas! my
-attention was attracted by yet greater multitudes,
-who thronged to the spot only, as I
-became painfully aware, to break and injure
-the beautiful tree. Some enemy had hung
-up a hatchet on its trunk, with <em>Disobedience</em>
-marked on the handle, and of this numbers
-made very free use to cut down large boughs
-from the tree.</p>
-
-<p>“‘I am going on a jovial merry-making
-in the country,’ cried one; ‘I and my family
-shall have a treat. I want some wood to
-mend up my broken car.’</p>
-
-<p>“‘Hold!’ exclaimed the youth who had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span>
-been healed, attempting to stay the hand of
-the Sabbath-breaker; ‘are there not <em>six</em>
-groves nigh at hand?—had you not better
-cut what you want from them?’</p>
-
-<p>“‘No!’ cried the man impatiently, swinging
-the hatchet aloft; ‘there is no tree so
-convenient as this!’ and for the sake of a
-little pleasure in the country with merry
-companions, he cut a branch from the Sabbath-tree!</p>
-
-<p>“Then came a woman with a face full of
-care. She had not faith to trust in him who
-clotheth the lilies, and provideth for the
-ravens. ‘I want wood for a stall,’ said she,
-‘whereon to sell my sweetmeats. I must
-earn some more pence for my living; necessity
-owns no law;’ and taking the hatchet
-of Disobedience, she also brought down a
-leafy bough, treading under foot as she did
-so a quantity of the ripe, precious fruit.
-Not content with thus breaking the Sabbath
-herself, she demanded that those who bought
-at her stall should each bring, in addition to
-their money, a fagot stolen from the holy
-tree!”</p>
-
-<p>When Thorn came to this part of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
-story, his scholars glanced consciously at
-each other. They all now felt convinced
-that their teacher was aware that they had
-been buying from a stall on Sunday.</p>
-
-<p>“It was grievous,” continued Thorn, “to
-see what multitudes trampled on the Sabbath
-fruit, broke away twigs, snapped
-branches, to help on their business or aid
-their amusements. Some wanted wickets
-for cricket, one man required a handle for
-his spade; and though a very little delay
-would have enabled them to procure wood
-from a lawful quarter, they were too thoughtless,
-too covetous, or too impatient to reverence
-the Sabbath-tree.</p>
-
-<p>“But soon I beheld in my dream, that
-while none could faithfully partake of the
-fruit without benefit, none without injury
-could break off a single branch. As I
-watched, much did I marvel to see how disobedience
-brought down punishment! The
-man who had repaired his car by Sabbath-breaking,
-had little pleasure from his intended
-treat. As he was driving from a
-public-house, suddenly a wheel of the vehicle
-came off, he and his party were flung out on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
-the road, and sorely bruised by the fall. In
-some cases, the wood so unlawfully taken
-appeared to turn at once into dust! The
-man digging with his Sabbath spade, found
-it suddenly snap asunder, and the splinter
-ran into his hand, inflicting a terrible wound.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, but how could that be?” exclaimed
-one of the boys. “Many a fellow goes
-larking on Sunday, and the wheel of his car
-never comes off! I don’t know what this
-part of your story can mean.”</p>
-
-<p>“It means,” replied Willy gravely, “that
-disobedience to God, the wilful breaking of
-his holy commandment, unless the sin be
-repented of and <em>renounced</em>, is certain to bring
-punishment in another world, and <em>very frequently
-also in this</em>. There are multitudes of
-lost, miserable sinners, who may trace their
-first steps on the path of ruin to <em>breaking
-the Sabbath of God</em>. No one ever yet, on
-his death-bed, could say that he <em>really profited</em>
-by money so gained, or that he had no
-reason to regret a pleasure gained by disobeying
-his Maker’s command.</p>
-
-<p>“The poor woman who sold sweetmeats, I
-found in my dream, was not long in suffering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
-the penalty of disobedience. In one of the
-fagots so sinfully laid upon her stall, the
-serpent Remorse had lain coiled, unnoticed,
-unseen! As she was counting her unholy
-gains, made by not only sinning herself, but
-causing others to sin, the fierce reptile darted
-at her breast!—with difficulty was the serpent
-torn from its hold, and the poor sufferer
-sank on the ground, bleeding, fainting, trembling
-at her danger, and weeping for her sin!
-It was some time before she was able feebly
-to creep to the spot where comfort and
-healing might yet be procured by a proper
-use of the fruits of the Sabbath-tree.</p>
-
-<p>“While the poor woman was in sorrowful
-penitence, doing all that lay in her power to
-show her regret for the past, the boys who
-had purchased at her stall—who had wilfully
-broken the Sabbath, not to supply real
-wants, but to indulge their own greedy inclinations—”</p>
-
-<p>“I’ll tell you what <em>one</em> of them did, sir!”
-exclaimed Bat Nayland, springing up from
-the ground: “he just emptied his pockets
-of what he had bought, said that he was
-heartily ashamed, and seeing an old lame<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
-beggar near, he gave every crumb of his
-purchases to him!”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus10.jpg" width="500" height="650" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE LAME BEGGAR.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>And suiting his action to his words, off<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span>
-darted the boy, and astonished a ragged old
-man on crutches, by bestowing upon him at
-once all his cakes and his nuts!</p>
-
-<p>Dear young readers! if any of you have
-been tempted to disobey your Master’s commandment,
-by buying on the day which the
-Lord hath set apart for himself, oh, consider
-it not as a trifling transgression.</p>
-
-<p>Resolve with prayer henceforth never to
-break the smallest twig from the Sabbath-tree,
-but to feed on its sacred fruits with
-faith, and hope, and love. Be assured, then,
-dear children, that they will become sweeter
-and sweeter to your taste, and prepare you
-for the enjoyment of that <em>Tree of Life which
-is in the midst of the paradise of God</em>.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer7.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header9.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">HE THAT WALKETH UPRIGHTLY WALKETH SURELY. Prov. 10:9</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="IX">IX.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE WHITE ROBE.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-w.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">“What was that noise in the street?”
-exclaimed Mrs. Claremont, laying
-down the pen suddenly. Ella
-sprang to the window.</p>
-
-<p>“O mother, something must
-have happened! some accident! there is
-a crowd collecting round a poor little
-girl!”</p>
-
-<p>“We may be of some use!” cried Mrs.
-Claremont, and she and her daughter were
-at the street door in a few seconds.</p>
-
-<p>“What is the matter? is any one hurt?”
-inquired the lady of a milk-woman who was
-standing looking on.</p>
-
-<p>“A child knocked down by a horse, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
-believe, ma’am. They should take the poor
-thing to the hospital.”</p>
-
-<p>Mrs. Claremont waited to hear no more;
-the crowd made way for her, and she was
-soon at the side of a young girl who was
-crying violently, and the state of whose
-crushed bonnet and soiled dress showed that
-she had been down on the road.</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t think there’s any bones broken,
-only she’s frightened,” observed a baker
-among the spectators; “I saw the horse
-knock her down as she was crossing the
-road.”</p>
-
-<p>“Come this way, my poor child, out of
-the crowd,” said Mrs. Claremont, leading
-the little girl towards the house; “we will
-soon see if the injury is severe.”</p>
-
-<p>The weeping child soon stood in the hall;
-hartshorn and water was brought to her by
-Ella, but on tasting it, the girl pushed it
-away in disgust, in a peevish and irritable
-manner. In vain Mrs. Claremont sought
-for any trace of injury; the road had been
-soft after much rain, and not a scratch nor a
-bruise appeared; yet still the girl cried as if
-in agony of pain or of passion.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“Where are you hurt?” inquired Ella
-soothingly; the child only answered by a
-fresh burst of tears.</p>
-
-<p>“I am thankful that no harm seems done,”
-said Mrs. Claremont.</p>
-
-<p>“There is harm!” sobbed the girl; “all
-spoiled, quite, quite spoiled!”</p>
-
-<p>“What is spoiled?”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus11.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE SPOILED DRESS.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“My dress, my beautiful new dress!” and
-the ladies now observed, for the first time,
-the absurd and unsuitable manner in which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
-the child had been clothed. Now, indeed,
-her finery was half covered with mud; but
-the pink bonnet, though crushed, the white
-dress, though stained and torn, the gay blue
-necklace, and hair in curl-papers, showed
-too plainly the folly of the wearer.</p>
-
-<p>“What is your name?” inquired Ella.</p>
-
-<p>“Sophy Trimmer.”</p>
-
-<p>“Where does your father live?”</p>
-
-<p>“He lives just round the corner.”</p>
-
-<p>“You should be very thankful that
-your life has been spared,” said Mrs. Claremont.</p>
-
-<p>Sophy did not look at all thankful, she
-only glanced sadly down on her torn dress,
-and whimpered, “Just new on to-day.”</p>
-
-<p>“You remind me,” said the lady, “of a
-story which I read in the papers some years
-ago. A lady was going in a vessel to Scotland,
-and carried with her a quantity of
-jewels to the value of a thousand pounds.
-She thought so much of these jewels, that
-she was heard to say, that she would almost
-as soon part with life itself as lose them.
-An accident happened to the vessel on the
-way to Scotland; the water rushed into<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span>
-the cabins, and the poor lady was taken out
-drowned.”</p>
-
-<p>“That is a shocking story,” said Sophy.</p>
-
-<p>“She could not carry her jewels with her
-to another world. But there is one ornament
-which even death itself has no power
-to take away.”</p>
-
-<p>“What can that ornament be?”</p>
-
-<p>“An ornament more precious than the
-crown of the Queen, ‘the ornament of a
-meek and quiet spirit, which is, in the sight
-of God, of great price’ (1 Pet. iii. 4). The
-poorest may wear this—the rich are poor
-without it. O my child, care not to appear
-fair in the eyes of your fellow-mortals, but
-in the sight of God; your ‘adorning, let it
-not be that outward adorning of plaiting the
-hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting
-on of apparel; but let it be the hidden man
-of the heart, in that which is not corruptible’”
-(1 Pet. iii. 3, 4).</p>
-
-<p>“What do you mean by ‘corruptible?’”
-said Sophy.</p>
-
-<p>“That which time can destroy. Nothing
-in this world lasts for ever: flowers bloom
-and decay; the fruit which was delicious<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span>
-one week, the next is only fit to be thrown
-away; the loveliest face grows wrinkled;
-the finest form must soon turn to dust in
-the tomb.”</p>
-
-<p>“I don’t like to think of such things,”
-said Sophy; “they make me sad.”</p>
-
-<p>“They would make us sad, indeed, were
-this world <em>our all</em>. But we look forward, in
-faith, to a place where there is no corruption,
-no change, no death, because <em>no sin</em>; we hope
-to wear white robes in heaven which will
-never be defiled with a stain. Do you know,
-Sophy, what makes them so white?”</p>
-
-<p>Sophy shook her head.</p>
-
-<p>“We are all weak and sinful, less fit to
-appear before a holy God in our own righteousness,
-than you are to enter the Queen’s
-palace in those soiled garments. It is ‘<em>the
-blood of Jesus Christ which cleanseth from all
-sin</em>;’ through his merits, and his mercy, you
-may appear spotless before the judgment-seat
-of God, if you believe in him now, and
-‘<em>keep yourself from idols</em>.’”</p>
-
-<p>“I have nothing to do with idols,” said
-the girl peevishly.</p>
-
-<p>“More perhaps than you think. <em>Anything<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
-that you love better than the Lord</em> is an idol.
-The miser loves money best; that is his idol.”</p>
-
-<p>“Like old Levi, who half starves himself
-to scrape up pence,” interrupted Sophy.</p>
-
-<p>“The ambitious man makes power his
-idol—some make their children their idols.”</p>
-
-<p>“Like Mrs. Porter, who—”</p>
-
-<p>“Hush,” said Mrs. Claremont, “you have
-nothing to do with the idols of your neighbours;
-try and find out what is your own.”</p>
-
-<p>“I do not think that I have any.”</p>
-
-<p>“Do you then love God with all your
-heart? Is it your chief business to serve
-him; your greatest delight to do his will?”</p>
-
-<p>“No; of course, I like to amuse myself
-like other people.”</p>
-
-<p>“Have you ever given up <em>any one</em> thing
-to show your love to him who made you?”</p>
-
-<p>Sophy looked vexed, but made no reply.</p>
-
-<p>“Whom do you like best to please?
-Whom do you like best to serve? Have
-you no idol which you decked out this very
-morning in all the finery which you could
-collect?”</p>
-
-<p>“I suppose that you mean <em>myself</em>.”</p>
-
-<p>“Yes; <em>self</em> is the idol of the vain, their<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
-hopes and joys are bound up in self, therefore
-their hopes and joys are amongst the
-corruptible things which must pass away.
-O my young friend, the foolish pleasures
-which you felt this morning in these fanciful
-clothes, in one moment was changed to pain;
-and but for the mercy of God, your own
-poor body might now have been lying
-crushed and lifeless. Why rest your happiness
-upon that <em>which cannot last</em>, and which
-may, any hour, be taken away from you for
-ever?”</p>
-
-<p>“Gay, gaudy clothing always gives me a
-feeling of pain when I look upon it,” observed
-Ella; “I believe that with so many
-it has been the first step to misery here and
-hereafter.”</p>
-
-<p>“It is like the gay bait on the hook,”
-said her mother, “not in itself deadly, but
-covering a fatal snare. Oh, ‘love not the
-world, neither the things that are in the
-world. If any man love the world, the love
-of the Father is not in him. And the world
-passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he
-that doeth the will of God abideth for ever’”
-(1 John ii. 15, 17).</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header10.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">WHATSOEVER A MAN SOWETH THAT SHALL HE ALSO REAP</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="X">X.<br />
-<span class="smaller">CROSSES.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">There was unusual silence in the little
-Sunday school when Ella Claremont,
-its gentle teacher, entered it for the
-first time in deep mourning. All
-had known of her sorrow; all had
-heard that her brave young brother had
-died of wounds received in battle in a far
-distant land. They thought of him whom
-they had seen some few months before so
-bright and happy, with a smile and a kind
-word for all, now lying cold in his bloody
-grave; and there was not a heart in the
-school-room which did not feel sorrow and
-sympathy.</p>
-
-<p>Ella could not at first address her school;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span>
-her words seemed choked; the tears gathered
-slowly in her eyes; but she found strength
-in silent prayer, and spoke at length to her
-pupils, but in a trembling voice.</p>
-
-<p>“Dear children, I have had much sorrow
-since we last met and talked of the joys of
-heaven—a beloved brother has, I trust,
-through Christ’s merits, joined the bright
-hosts rejoicing there. But should not I
-meekly bear the cross which my heavenly
-Father sees good to send me? To every
-one passing through this life is given a cross—a
-trial to bear. To some it is so light
-that they scarcely feel it; with others so
-heavy that it bows them to the dust. Each
-of you knows, or will know, its weight.
-But let none be afraid nor cast down. The
-cross prepares for the crown. There is
-something from God’s Word inscribed on
-every cross; and if we have but faith to
-read it, it makes the heavy, light; and the
-bitter, sweet! ‘Blessed are the dead which
-die in the Lord’ (Rev. xiv. 13), is the inscription
-on mine.”</p>
-
-<p>Every one passing through life has some
-cross to bear! Yes; amongst those young<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
-girls assembled in the school-room there
-were some whose trials were deep, who had
-much need to read the inscription to make
-them endure the burden.</p>
-
-<p>Dear reader, are you in trial? Have you
-known what it was to weep when you had
-none to comfort you—to wish that the
-weary day were over, or the more weary
-night at an end—to wonder why God sent
-you such sorrows? For you I now write
-down what were the crosses of some of the
-children in Ella’s school; for you I write
-down what were the inscriptions upon them.
-Perhaps you may find amongst them the
-same trial as your own, and feel strengthened
-to bear your cross.</p>
-
-<p>Mary Edwards was very poor—hers was
-a heavy cross. One of seven children, and
-her father blind; often and often had she
-come to school faint with hunger and sick
-at heart. But for the kindness of friends,
-the family would have been half-starved.
-Mary had never known what it was to have
-a blanket to cover her; very seldom had
-she been able to eat till she was satisfied;
-her clothes had been mended over and over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span>
-again, to keep them from falling to pieces;
-ill did they protect her when the cold wind
-blew through the broken pane, or found its
-way through the crevices in her miserable
-hut. Yet Mary had comfort in the midst
-of her poverty; she remembered him “who,
-though he was rich, yet for our sakes he became
-poor.” She had read the inscription
-on her cross: “Hath not God chosen the
-poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of
-the kingdom which he hath promised to
-them that love him?” (James ii. 5). And
-Mary would meekly repeat the hymn of
-good Bishop Heber:—</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza">
-<div class="verse">“The cross our Master bore for us,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">For him we fain would bear;</div>
-<div class="verse">But mortal strength to weakness turns,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">And courage to despair.</div>
-<div class="verse">Then pity all our frailty, Lord,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Our failing strength renew;</div>
-<div class="verse">And when thy sorrows visit us,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Oh, send thy patience too!”</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<p>Amy Blackstone never spoke of her cross;
-she bore it in silence without complaining.
-Her father was a drunkard—her mother
-never entered the house of God. If she
-heard the name of the Holy One uttered in
-her home, it was but in an oath or a profane<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
-jest. She never complained, as I have
-said; for, while others would have been
-complaining, she was praying. Fervently
-did she pray for her unhappy parents—fervently
-for herself, that evil example might
-not draw her from God. Many a silent
-tear she shed over her cross; and this was
-the inscription upon it: “I reckon that the
-sufferings of this present time are not worthy
-to be compared with the glory which shall
-be revealed in us” (Rom. viii. 18).</p>
-
-<p>All pitied Ellen Payne, for her cross was
-sharp. A lingering, painful disease had
-taken the strength from her limbs, the
-colour from her cheek. She never rejoiced
-in one waking hour free from pain, and
-often the night passed without sleep. The
-doctors gave no hope, medicine no relief.
-She had nothing to look forward to but
-pain, increasing pain, till she should sink
-into an early grave. This was her cross;
-and this was the inscription upon it: “Be
-thou faithful unto death, and I will give
-thee a crown of life” (Rev. ii. 10).</p>
-
-<p>Jane White had been a deserted child;
-she had never known a parent’s care. She<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
-seemed one of the neglected, despised ones
-of earth, with none to love her, and none to
-love. She felt lonely and desolate. This
-was her cross; and this was the inscription
-upon it: “When my father and my mother
-forsake me, then the Lord will take me up”
-(Ps. xxvii. 10).</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus12.jpg" width="500" height="600" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">ANN BROWN.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Ann Brown lived with her aunt. Few
-of the girls were better dressed, or seemed
-more comfortably provided for, than she.
-Had she, then, no cross to bear? Yes; for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
-she dwelt with a worldly family, who laughed
-at her for being “righteous overmuch.”
-When she would not join in profaning the
-Sabbath—when she showed that she cared
-not for gay dressing or ill-natured gossip—she
-became the object of ridicule and scoffs,
-more painful to bear than blows. This was
-her cross; but sweet was the inscription
-upon it: “If ye suffer for righteousness’
-sake, happy are ye: and be not afraid of
-their terror, neither be troubled” (1 Pet.
-iii. 14).</p>
-
-<p>Mary Wade’s cross was in the depth of
-her own heart—the struggle to conquer a
-passionate, violent temper. She desired to
-obey God, she wished to live to his glory;
-but sin seemed too strong for her; she
-yielded to temptation again and again, until
-she was almost in despair. Her health had
-been bad when she was an infant; much of
-her peevishness and impatience were owing
-to the effects of this. But no one seemed
-to make allowance for natural infirmity; her
-companions did not like her; and, worst of
-all, she felt that she was sinning, and bringing
-discredit on the Christian name. Poor<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span>
-child! hers was an unpitied cross; but
-there was hope in the inscription upon it:
-“There hath no temptation taken you but
-such as is common to man: but God is
-faithful, who will not suffer you to be
-tempted above that ye are able; but will
-with the temptation also make a way to
-escape, that ye may be able to bear it”
-(1 Cor. x. 13).</p>
-
-<p>Elizabeth Brown was a sad little girl, but
-none knew the cause of her sadness. She
-had once been the most thoughtless child in
-the school, full of mischief, full of gaiety,
-never thinking of God. Her heart had
-been on earth—her only wish had been to
-enjoy herself. Much trouble and sorrow
-had she given to her gentle teacher, much
-grief to her pious parents; for she had
-laughed at good advice, and cared little for
-punishment. But now the gay child had
-grown thoughtful: a text heard at church
-had struck her, and sunk deep into her heart:
-“Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for
-whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also
-reap. For he that soweth to his flesh, shall
-of the flesh reap corruption; but he that<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
-soweth to the Spirit, shall of the Spirit reap
-life everlasting” (Gal. vi. 7, 8). What had
-she been sowing for eternity? She thought
-of her neglected Bible, her broken Sabbaths,
-words of untruth and of unkindness, her
-mother disobeyed, her teacher disregarded!
-Could God forgive her after all that she had
-done? Would he ever admit her to heaven?
-She feared that her sins were too many to
-be pardoned. This fear was her cross.
-Oh! praised be God for the precious inscription
-upon it: “The blood of Jesus
-Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin”
-(1 John i. 7). Jesus said, “Him that
-cometh to me I will in no wise cast out”
-(John vi. 37).</p>
-
-<p>Blessed are they who thus mourn for sin,
-<em>for they shall be comforted</em>. Blessed is the
-sorrow that worketh repentance! Blessed
-are they who so bear the cross that they
-shall inherit the crown!</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer8.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header2.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">BUY THE TRUTH AND SELL IT NOT. Prov. 23:23.</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="XI">XI.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE TWO COUNTRIES.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-w.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">When walking through the streets
-of London, have you not sometimes
-met a party of strangers,
-and felt sure that they belonged
-to another land, because they
-spoke not the English tongue? Had you
-listened to them, you would not have understood
-them; they conversed in the language
-of their own country.</p>
-
-<p>My young friend, <em>what language do you
-speak</em>? If I knew but that, I should soon
-guess to what country you belong.</p>
-
-<p>Perhaps you answer, “I am English. I
-know no language but my own.” True, in
-one sense you are English, and you may<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
-thank God for it! You were born in
-England, and here may spend all the years
-or days of your mortal life. But your real
-country is in another world, where you will
-<em>live for ever</em>! Thousands and millions of
-years may pass, but you will be still remaining
-in the country which you have chosen.
-So, again I ask, What language do you
-speak? To what country do you belong?</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus13.jpg" width="500" height="600" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">FOREIGNERS.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>The one is a bright and glorious place,
-where sorrow and pain are unknown. Its
-citizens are angels and redeemed saints, who,
-with shining crowns and harps of gold,
-rejoice before the throne of God. The
-language which they speak is <em class="smcap">truth</em>.</p>
-
-<p>The other country is too terrible to
-describe. Happiness never enters there,
-but pain, grief, and remorse abide for ever!
-Its inhabitants are the tempter and his evil
-ones—hardened sinners who would not
-repent, who chose the broad way that
-leadeth to destruction. And what is the
-language which its citizens have learned?
-The language of Satan is <em class="smcap">falsehood</em>.</p>
-
-<p>O my dear young reader, with anxious
-love would I once more repeat my question—let
-your heart answer it—<em>What language
-do you speak—to what country do you
-belong?</em></p>
-
-<p>Yet, mistake me not. There are some
-whose lips were never stained with falsehood,
-who yet cannot be counted among the
-citizens of heaven. The proud, the self-righteous,
-who trust to their own merits,
-who love not the Saviour who suffered for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span>
-all,—these may have learned the language
-of truth, even as foreigners may learn the
-tongue of our land; but they belong not to
-the country of holiness and joy.</p>
-
-<p>And others there are who have fallen
-into sin, whom the “father of lies” has
-tempted and deceived; yet God’s mercy
-may prepare a heavenly home even for
-them, if, believing and repenting, they turn
-to the truth. Thus, St. Peter thrice uttered
-a terrible falsehood, but repented with
-bitter tears, and, through the atoning blood
-of his Lord, was received into heaven a
-glorious martyr.</p>
-
-<p>But oh, dread a falsehood as you would
-dread a serpent; it leaves a stain and a sting
-behind. If you have ever been led into this
-deadly sin, implore for pardon, like St. Peter.
-Like St. Peter, when <em>next</em> placed in temptation,
-speak the truth firmly, faithfully, fearlessly;
-for truth is the language of heaven.</p>
-
-<p>There are four chief causes which lead to
-the guilt of lying—<em>folly</em>, <em>covetousness</em>, <em>malice</em>,
-and <em>fear</em>. Examine your own life, and see
-if any one of these has ever tempted you to
-utter a falsehood.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>It was <em>folly</em> which made Richard tell a
-traveller the wrong road when asked the
-way to the next village. He thought little
-of the <em>sin</em> of his lie—it seemed to him but
-an excellent jest; but the jest cost a neighbour
-his life! The stranger was a doctor,
-travelling in haste to attend a patient who
-had been taken with a fit. Richard’s falsehood
-made the medical man lose half an
-hour, when every minute was precious.
-Oh, what anxious hearts awaited his arrival!
-But he <em>came too late</em>; he found the sufferer
-at the point of death, with his desolate
-family weeping around him!</p>
-
-<p>It was <em>covetousness</em> which made Sally
-declare that her fruit had only been gathered
-that morning, when she knew it to be the
-refuse of yesterday’s market. Did she forget
-that God’s eye was upon her—that her
-words could not pass unnoticed by him—that
-she would have to answer for them at
-the day of judgment?</p>
-
-<p>It is <em>covetousness</em> that makes Nelly stand
-begging in the streets, telling to passers-by
-her pitiful tale of a father in hospital and a
-family starving. Will the money which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
-she gains by falsehood and hypocrisy bring
-with it a blessing or a curse? Oh, “What
-is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole
-world, and lose his own soul? or what shall
-a man give in exchange for his soul?”
-(Matt. xvi. 26).</p>
-
-<p>It is <em>malice</em> that makes Eliza invent
-strange stories of her neighbours. She
-delights to spread a slander, or to give an
-ill name. She mixes a little truth with
-a great deal of falsehood, and cares not
-what misery she inflicts. Whom does she
-resemble? <em>Not</em> the citizens of Zion. What
-language does she speak? <em>Not</em> the language
-of Heaven.</p>
-
-<p>It was <em>cowardice</em> which drew Peter into
-falsehood when asked who had broken the
-china vase: he dreaded a blow; he <em>dared
-not</em> speak the truth. Do you not blush for
-him, little reader, who feared <em>man</em> rather
-than <em>God</em>?</p>
-
-<p>How different is Margaret Lacy! Neither
-covetousness nor cowardice could ever make
-her pollute her lips with a lie. She serves
-a God of truth; she is learning on earth the
-language of heaven.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>She was met one day returning, with a
-sorrowful step and tearful eye, from a house
-to which she had gone to try for a place.
-“Well, Margaret,” said Mrs. Porter, “why
-so sad? I fear that you have not succeeded.”</p>
-
-<p>“No, indeed,” sighed the poor girl.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus14.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">MARGARET AND MRS. PORTER.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“And how was that? I thought that
-you were pretty sure of being settled there
-comfortably.”</p>
-
-<p>“Why,” replied Margaret, “the lady
-asked me why I had left my last place; so
-I told her that both I and the cook had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span>
-been sent away because a bank-note had
-been lost in the house.”</p>
-
-<p>“You were not so mad as to tell her that?”</p>
-
-<p>“It was <em>the truth</em>,” calmly answered Margaret.
-“What else could I have told?”</p>
-
-<p>“Well,” said Mrs. Porter, “at that rate
-you will never get a place.”</p>
-
-<p>“God help me!” said poor Margaret,
-meekly. “He will not let me starve for
-obeying his word. I never touched the
-bank-note.”</p>
-
-<p>“I believe you,” answered her neighbour;
-“for I do not think that you ever spoke an
-untruth in your life.”</p>
-
-<p>And Margaret <em>did</em> get a place. Carter,
-the butcher, engaged her the next day.
-“Say nothing against her to me,” he cried.
-“I know the girl; she would sooner touch
-red-hot iron than money that was not hers.
-And as for <em>truth</em>, I’d take her word against
-the oaths of a dozen!”</p>
-
-<p>Once, as Margaret was cleaning out the
-parlour, not perceiving her master’s new
-watch, which lay on the table concealed by
-a newspaper, she threw it by accident down
-to the ground. Startled and alarmed, she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
-raised it and put it to her ear, longing to
-hear the regular beat, which might show
-that it was unhurt. Alas! all was quite
-still—what mischief she had done! Margaret
-dreaded her master, who was a passionate
-man; she dreaded, perhaps, losing
-her place. She might have replaced the
-watch on the table, and said nothing; its
-stopping might be thought accidental. But
-Margaret would not stoop to <em>hide the truth</em>
-any more than to tell a lie. With a beating
-heart and a trembling hand she carried the
-watch to her master, and confessed the
-whole truth. Was she dismissed or struck,
-as she had feared that she might be? No;
-Carter, vexed as he was, could not but
-admire her honesty and candour.</p>
-
-<p>“Well, Margaret,” he cried, “were your
-life to depend on it, I don’t believe you
-would buy life itself with a lie.”</p>
-
-<p>Can this be said of you, reader? If not,
-oh, pray for forgiveness of your sin, and for
-grace from <em>this hour</em> to forsake it. May
-God enable you to speak the truth from
-your heart, and to learn upon earth the
-language of heaven!</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header3.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE HAND OF THE DILIGENT MAKETH RICH</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="XII">XII.<br />
-<span class="smaller">DO YOU LOVE GOD?</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">The following anecdote was given as
-<em>a fact</em> by a clergyman at Hampstead,
-in a sermon to children:—</p>
-
-<p>A gentleman, travelling on a
-railway, was much struck by the
-vivacity of a lovely little girl about five
-years of age, who, with her mother, happened
-to be travelling in the same carriage,
-and he took a great deal of notice of the
-child. About ten minutes before the train
-reached the station at which the lady and
-her daughter were to alight, the little one
-went up to the gentleman, and putting her
-lips close to his ear, asked softly, “Do you
-love God?”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus15.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE CHILD’S QUESTION.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>The traveller, who apparently was not a
-devout man, was so startled by the unexpected
-question, that he coloured to the
-roots of his hair; and the child, seeing his
-confusion, and probably frightened at her
-own boldness, retreated, and hid her face on
-her mother’s bosom until the train stopped
-at the station.</p>
-
-<p>But her solemn question had sunk deep
-into the mind of the traveller. “Do you
-love God?” he repeated to himself again
-and again. For a long period the words
-haunted him, till at length he was able to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>
-give to them the only reply which a true
-Christian can give.</p>
-
-<p>About two years afterwards, the gentleman
-happened to be in the town at which he had
-left his little fellow-traveller on that never-to-be-forgotten
-day. While passing along
-it, he fancied that he saw at a window the
-face of the mother of the child. His desire
-to see the little one to whom he owed so
-much was so great, that he could not refrain
-from knocking at the door and introducing
-himself to the lady. Upon seeing her, he
-inquired after her lovely child. The lady
-was dressed in mourning. God had sent
-her heavy affliction; her sweet girl now
-slept in the silent tomb. The mother took
-the stranger to a room, in which were laid
-out various trifles which had belonged to
-her darling.</p>
-
-<p>“It may interest you to see these,” she
-said; “these are all that remain of my child.”</p>
-
-<p>“Oh no!” exclaimed the traveller; “here
-am I!” and he related to the wondering
-parent how the word spoken in season by
-those infant lips had been the means of
-leading him to his God.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Even that feeble child had done her work
-for her Master before he called her to her
-rest; even that feeble child had been given
-a soul to be her “joy and crown of rejoicing
-for ever.”</p>
-
-<p>O dear young reader! how would you
-now answer that whispered question, “<em class="smcap">Do
-you love God?</em>” Could your heart give
-the reply, “<em>I love him because he first loved
-us</em>”?</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer9.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header4.jpg" width="500" height="190" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">ENTER NOT INTO THE PATH OF THE WICKED. Prov.</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="XIII">XIII.<br />
-<span class="smaller">THE IMPERFECT COPY.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">“Always busy at your drawing,
-Edwin?” said his elder brother
-Henry, as he entered the school-room
-one morning.</p>
-
-<p>Edwin looked up for a moment
-with a smile, and then went on
-tracing with evident pleasure the outline of
-a face. His brother came behind him, and
-looked over his shoulder; Edwin listened for
-his remarks, though without ceasing to draw.</p>
-
-<p>“You are taking pains, I see,” said Henry
-at last in a kindly tone; “but I am afraid
-that you will have to use your india-rubber
-here, and here; these lines, you may perceive,
-are not in good drawing.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“I don’t see much wrong in them,” replied
-Edwin, suspending his pencil, with
-something of vexation in his tone, for he
-had expected nothing but praise.</p>
-
-<p>“If you compare them with your study,
-you will perceive that all this outline is incorrect.
-Where is the study?” asked Henry,
-looking in vain for it on the table.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, it’s somewhere up-stairs,” said Edwin.
-“I remember very well what it is
-like, and can go on without looking at
-it every minute.”</p>
-
-<p>“Would you oblige me by bringing it?”
-said his brother.</p>
-
-<p>Edwin went up-stairs, rather unwillingly,
-and soon brought down a beautiful study; a
-face most perfect in form and expression.</p>
-
-<p>Henry silently put the two pictures together.
-Edwin gazed with bitter disappointment
-on his own copy, which but a few
-minutes before he had thought so good.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall never get it right!” Edwin exclaimed,
-in a burst of vexation; and snatching
-up the unfortunate drawing, he would
-have torn it asunder, had he not been prevented
-by his brother.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus16.jpg" width="500" height="525" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE BROTHER’S CRITICISM.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>“My dear Edwin, you have doubly erred;
-first in being too easily satisfied, and then in
-being too easily discouraged.”</p>
-
-<p>“I shall never make it like that beautiful
-face!” cried the disheartened boy.</p>
-
-<p>“You need patience, you need help, you
-need, above all, often to look at your copy.”</p>
-
-<p>Edwin took up the pencil which he had
-flung down, and carefully and attentively
-studied the picture. He found very much
-in his copy to alter, very much to rub out;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span>
-but at last he completed a very fair sketch,
-which he presented, with a little hesitation,
-to his brother.</p>
-
-<p>“I shall have this framed, and hung up
-in my room,” said Henry.</p>
-
-<p>“Oh, it is not worth that!” exclaimed
-Edwin, colouring with pleasure and surprise.</p>
-
-<p>“Not in itself, perhaps,” replied Henry;
-“but it will serve often to remind us both
-of an important truth which was suggested
-to me when I saw you labouring at your
-copy.”</p>
-
-<p>Edwin looked in surprise at his brother,
-who thus proceeded to explain his words:—</p>
-
-<p>“We, dear Edwin, as Christians, have all
-one work set before us: to copy into our
-lives the example set us by a heavenly
-Master. It is in the Bible that we behold
-the features of a character perfect and pure.
-But how many of us choose rather to imagine
-for ourselves what a Christian should be
-like! We aim low; we are content with
-little progress; we perhaps please ourselves
-with the thought of our own wisdom and
-goodness, while every one but ourselves can<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
-see that our copy is wretched and worthless.”</p>
-
-<p>“What are we to do?” asked Edwin.</p>
-
-<p>“We must closely examine the study set
-us in the Bible; we must compare our lives
-with God’s law; and we shall then soon find
-enough of weakness and sin to make us
-humble ourselves before God. When we
-read of the meekness and gentleness of
-Christ, we shall be ashamed of our own
-passion and pride; when we find how
-holy was our great Example, we shall be
-grieved to think how unlike to him we
-are.”</p>
-
-<p>“We can never make a good copy,”
-sighed Edwin; “we may just give up the
-attempt at once.”</p>
-
-<p>“You judge as you did when you wished
-to tear up your picture in despair, as soon as
-you saw how imperfect it was. No, no, my
-dear boy; I say to you now, as I said to you
-then, you need <em>patience</em>, you need <em>help</em>, help
-from the good Spirit of God; and, above
-all, you need to look often at your study, to
-keep the character and work of your Lord
-ever before your eyes.”</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>“But if I do my best, I shall still fall so
-short!”</p>
-
-<p>“I know it,” said Henry gravely; “but
-feeling that you never can reach perfection
-here, should not prevent your aiming at it.
-God will complete his work in the hearts of
-his servants, not on earth, but in heaven.
-There the copy, feebly commenced below,
-shall be made a likeness indeed! For what
-says the Word of God: <em>We know that when
-he shall appear we shall be like him, for we
-shall see him as he is</em>!”</p>
-
-<p>“To see the Lord, and to be made like
-him; it seems too much to hope for!” cried
-Edwin.</p>
-
-<p>“It is not more than God has promised,”
-replied Henry, “to those who come to the
-Saviour by faith. Worthless as our copy is
-in itself, it will be glorified, made beautiful,
-made perfect; and will be raised to a place
-of honour in the mansions of our heavenly
-Father!”</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
-<img src="images/footer10.jpg" width="200" height="70" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header5.jpg" width="500" height="210" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="XIV">XIV.<br />
-<span class="smaller">A STORY OF THE CRIMEA.</span></h2>
-
-<div>
-<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="" />
-</div>
-
-<p class="dropcap">I daresay that you have heard of
-the war in the Crimea. Perhaps
-you have a father or a brother in
-the army, and have often listened
-to stories of the brave and noble
-conduct of our soldiers on the terrible field
-of battle. I am going to tell you of one of
-the bravest and noblest actions that happened
-during the whole course of the war, though
-my hero never drew a sword nor fired a
-musket at the Russians.</p>
-
-<p>After the fearful battle of Alma, when
-the victory had been won by the English
-and the French, after the cannon had
-ceased to roar or the foe to fight, a long<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
-painful task remained for the victors—to
-attend to the wounded and to bury the dead.</p>
-
-<p>At last our poor sufferers were removed
-to the ships, and only mounds of earth
-showed where hundreds of the killed lay in
-their bloody graves; and the army was
-ready to move on to attack the enemy in
-another place.</p>
-
-<p>But more than seven hundred poor fellows
-were still stretched on the ground—not, like
-the dead, beyond reach of earthly pain,
-but covered with wounds and gore—some
-with their legs and arms shot away, some
-unable to move, groaning in terrible agony,
-and wishing in vain for death to put an end
-to their misery.</p>
-
-<p>And who, do you think, were these wounded
-men? They were Russians, and our enemies!
-Their bayonets had been red with the blood
-of our brave soldiers; they had fired the
-shots which made so many widows and
-orphans in England. And now, what was
-to be done with all these miserable sufferers?
-Our army could not carry them along with
-it; they must be left behind. Poor helpless
-Russians! if none dressed their wounds,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span>
-they must perish; if none gave them food,
-they must starve.</p>
-
-<p>There was a British surgeon, of the name
-of Thomson, who resolved to separate himself
-from all his friends, to stay behind to
-take care of his wounded enemies. We may
-fancy that he had a long struggle in his
-mind before he could decide upon this
-generous act. Selfishness might whisper to
-him many reasons for leaving the poor
-Russians to their fate.</p>
-
-<p>“What!” we can imagine some friend
-saying to the surgeon, “would you remain
-here alone in the midst of enemies, some of
-whom, it is said, have even fired at Englishmen
-who were bringing them relief. If the
-Tartars should attack you, who will defend
-you? You cannot depend upon these
-wounded Russians. Then think of the
-labour which you are undertaking. No one
-man can possibly dress the wounds of seven
-hundred; you can only help a few, or die
-yourself of fatigue. No, be wise; leave
-these wretched men to the chance of some
-of their own people coming to assist them;
-you know that there is not one amongst<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
-them who would not have willingly killed
-you, had it been in his power.”</p>
-
-<p>Dr. Thomson may have heard words such
-as these, but they did not change his generous
-resolution. The British army marched away;
-he and his soldier-servant remained behind,
-saw their friends and comrades all disappear
-in the distance, and then turned to their
-noble but sickening work,—binding up the
-ghastly wounds of their enemies.</p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/illus17.jpg" width="500" height="350" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">NOBLE WORK.</p>
-</div>
-
-<p>Do you not think that Dr. Thomson
-deserved a rich reward for all this? I do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
-not doubt that he has received a reward,
-but not from man, for his labours of love
-shortened his life. In a few days the
-generous, self-devoted surgeon followed to
-the grave the brave soldiers who died fighting
-for their Queen. And shall not his
-name be honoured as well as theirs? We
-trust that he died prepared for the great
-change, full of faith and hope as well as
-charity; and we may also trust that some
-of those whose lives he had been the means
-of saving lived to know their Saviour, and
-to serve God upon earth, and that they
-will one day meet their generous friend in
-heaven.</p>
-
-<p>But it is not of Dr. Thomson that I would
-speak to you now, but of One of whose
-mercy and love all the noblest deeds of his
-servants are but as a faint, dim shadow.</p>
-
-<p>And first let me ask you, dear child, Do
-you know what <em>sin</em> is, that from which all
-sorrow comes? It is sin that causes cruelty
-and strife in the world. It is <em>sin</em> that gives
-a worse wound than any sword or cannon-ball;
-for they may destroy the body, but <em>sin
-destroys the soul</em>.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>And now let me ask you another question:
-Do you know that we are all by nature
-wounded by sin; that we are all unable to
-help ourselves, even like those poor Russians;
-that if left to ourselves we must all die—I
-mean, <em>lose the everlasting life of heaven</em>?</p>
-
-<p>Yes; this was the state of the whole
-world. It was all lying in wickedness,
-therefore lying in danger; and not one of
-us could have been saved—<em>no, not one</em>—had
-not the Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
-taken pity on our sad state, and left heaven
-and all its glory, its light, and its joy, to
-come and labour to help miserable sinners.
-Not only did he labour, but he <em>died</em> to save
-us; he suffered himself to be nailed to the
-cross, that he might heal the wounds which
-sin had made, and give us health and life
-never-ending!</p>
-
-<p>But perhaps you will say: “I do not
-think that I am among the wounded. I do
-not think that I need any one to save me.”</p>
-
-<p>Oh! my child, have you ever thought
-over your life, or recalled your actions,
-words, and thoughts, during <em>one</em> day? Have
-you never been disobedient to a parent, or<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
-unkind to a companion? Has your mouth
-never spoken words that were ill-natured or
-false? Have you never been proud, discontented,
-or selfish? Does not your conscience
-tell you that you have been wounded by
-sin? Now, let me tell you how you may
-find healing.</p>
-
-<p>And, first, you must <em>believe on the Lord
-Jesus Christ</em>; you must believe that he <em>died
-for sinners</em>, and that he is willing to save all
-who ask him for pardon and mercy.</p>
-
-<p>Then you must be sorry for and leave off
-your sins, praying to God to help you to
-amend. A child who says that he repents,
-and then goes and sins just as readily as before,
-is like a wounded man who, when the
-surgeon has dressed the injured place, tears
-off the bandage and will not let it heal.</p>
-
-<p>And oh! you must love the Saviour with
-your whole heart. Can you help loving him
-who has loved you so much? Think of the
-glory which he left; was it not left for you?
-Think of the blood which he shed; did it
-not flow for you? Think of the death
-which he endured; was it not borne for
-you?</p>
-
-<hr />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/header7.jpg" width="500" height="170" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">THE FEAR OF THE LORD IS THE BEGINNING OF WISDOM. Prov. ix. 10</p>
-</div>
-
-<h2 id="XV">XV.<br />
-<span class="smaller">“I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME!”</span></h2>
-
-<div class="poetry-container">
-<div class="poetry">
-<div class="stanza dcap">
-<div class="dropcap"><img src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="170" alt="I" /></div>
-<div class="first-verse">have a home, a happy home,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">And friends to love me there;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">With daily bread</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">I still am fed,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Have still warm clothes to wear;</div>
-<div class="verse">I’ve health and strength in every limb,—</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">How grateful should I be!</div>
-<div class="verse">How shall I show my love to Him</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Who shows such love to me!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza dcap">
-<div class="verse">Many are blind, or deaf, or lame,—</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">I hear the sweet birds sing,</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Can bound along</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">With joyful song,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Can watch the flowers of spring.</div><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>
-<div class="verse">No wasting pain my eye to dim,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">From want and sickness free;</div>
-<div class="verse">How shall I show my love to Him</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Who shows such love for me!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza dcap">
-<div class="verse">And blessings greater still than these</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">A gracious God has given,—</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">The precious word</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">Of Christ our Lord,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">To guide my feet to heaven.</div>
-<div class="verse">Among the shining cherubim</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">I trust my home shall be;</div>
-<div class="verse">How shall I show my love to him</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Who shows such love to me!</div>
-</div>
-<div class="stanza dcap">
-<div class="verse">My God! I am a feeble child,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Oh, teach me to obey;</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">With humble fear</div>
-<div class="verse indent2">To serve thee here,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">To watch, and praise, and pray!</div>
-<div class="verse">My love is weak, my faith is dim,</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">But grace I ask from thee,</div>
-<div class="verse">That I may prove my love to him</div>
-<div class="verse indent1">Who loved and died for me!</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 300px;">
-<img src="images/footer11.jpg" width="300" height="70" alt="" />
-<p class="caption">FINIS</p>
-</div>
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