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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 January - the New Year's gift
 February - the rainy day
 March - the first lesson in...
 April - smiles and tears
 May - the season of flowers
 June - a journey into the...
 July - rambles round the rocks
 August - the thunder-storm
 September - the harvest home
 October - the fading leaf
 November - who gave most?
 December - the Christmas tree
 The seasons
 Back Cover
 Spine






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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
        Page 1
    Title Page
        Page 2
    Table of Contents
        Page 3
        Page 4
    January - the New Year's gift
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
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    February - the rainy day
        Page 14
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    March - the first lesson in astronomy
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    April - smiles and tears
        Page 35
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    May - the season of flowers
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    June - a journey into the country
        Page 55
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    July - rambles round the rocks
        Page 66
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    August - the thunder-storm
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    September - the harvest home
        Page 86
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        Page 91
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    October - the fading leaf
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    November - who gave most?
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    December - the Christmas tree
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    The seasons
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    Back Cover
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    Spine
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STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


JANUARY.
THE NEW YEAR'S GIFT.


THE snow lay thick on the ground, and on
the roofs of the cottages, and over the white-
washed walls hung a fringe of icicles. The
trees had got their share also: the leafless
branches of the elm were covered; and each
glossy leaf of the holly bent under a little load
of snow; while the red berries peeped out here
and there.
But who is this old man whose footprints
may be seen a long way across the lonely
road? What makes him venture out this cold
morning? His hair looks almost as white as
if the snow-flakes had fallen on it; but his face
is cheerful and bright; and a warm heart beats
under that coarse great-coat.
It was Kcw Year's day, and old Mr. Paton






(3 SToRIES 1055 ALL OASON.


had come out to s(nc his little granddaughter
Minnie, who lived with her mother in that
sma]l cottage by the road side. Soon a tap
was heard at the door, and Minnie was suret
ihe knew the sound of grandfather Paton's
stick; so, calling out, A happy New Year,
grandfather," she ran to open it. The latch
was high, and Minnie was little, but she
stepped with one foot on a board that was
nailed at the back of the door, and then her
hand could reach it. But when the door was
opened no grandfather was to be seen. Minnie
knew he had not gone far, and, peeping behind
the thatched porch, she spied him, ready to
catch her in his arms. And into those kind
armsn. she sprang, and gave him a great many
kisses. Then, taking his hand, she led him in;
and after Mr. Paton had stamped his feet again
and again oil the step, that lie might not bring
any snow on his shoes into the tidy kitchen,
in hlie came.
Everything in that little kitchen was bright;
the fire was bright, and bo were the plates in
the cupboard, and the brass candlesticks on
the shelfl. But the brightest of all was little
Minnie; her blue eyes danced with pleasure
as she led her grandfather to a seat in the old






'1TE 'SEW YEAkI'S GIFT.


arm-chair by the fireside. Her brown stuff
frock looked neat and comfortable, and so did
her white pinafore and black shoes.
Minnie's father was a sailor. You might
indeed have guessed it, by looking round the
little cottage and seeing the curious things
that filled up spare corners. Over the cup-
board was a large piece of coral, shaped like a
fan, and a smaller one in the form of a mush-
room, and both were the work of tiny insects
far away in the sea. In the cage, near the
window, was a very gay parrot, which John
Paton had brought home at his last voyage, a
present for his little son Eddy. Mrs. Paton
was a weak, careworn woman, for she had
many an anxious night while her husband was
away on long voyages; and many a prayer
went up to God on his behalf, when winter
storms beat on their little cottage.
"Well, Minnie," said grandfather Paton,
" I hope you have a happy New Year."
Indeed I have, grandfather," replied the
little girl, climbing on his knee and putting
one arm round his neck: you know it is my
birthday and the year's birthday too."
You are eight years old now, Minnie, so
you must try to help mother a great deal:






8 STORES rFO ALL SEASONS.


po r mother, she works hard for her little
ones."
"I will try, grandfather, to comfort her
when she is very dull."
That's a good girl; I like that little word
' T-R-.' But now jump down, Minnie, for a
minute, and put your hand into the pocket of
my great-coat; it is hanging behind the door;
perhaps you may find something."
Minnic, whose little hand had often visited
that pocket before, soon found that it was
filled with a large round parcel, which, from
its size, was very difficult to pull out. At
last, however, out it came; and when the string
had been slowly undone, and the paper un-
rolled, a large cake was seen-a real home-
made cake, which aunt Jane had sent Minnie
on her birthday. How white the sugar looked !
The brown crust must be very nice. And
who could tell the wonders of the inside,
where plums and currants lay close together ?
Great was the joy of the little girl, and her
cries of delight so loud, that Eddy woke to
take part in the general joy. All this time
Mrs. Paton had been stepping backward and
forward getting dinner ready, for she was glad
of the company of her husband's father, and






TIHE NEW YEAT'S GIFT.


she wanted to have things more tban Iu'u:tly
comfortable. She was now, however, called
to admire.
But another New Year's gift was yet to
come. Grandfather Paton had more pockets
than one; and out of one of these wonderful
places a bright shilling made its appearance.
It was as fresh as if it had been made that
morning. After turning it over very often,
and heartily thanking the kind giver, Minnie
sat down on a low stool by the fire, and seemed
for some moments lost in thought. Then,
springing suddenly up, and throwing her arms
round her mother, she whispered some very
important secret into her car.
Grandfather, Minnie wants to know if
you would allow her to share the presents you
have brought her with Willie Brown, the lame
boy."
Oh, of course ; but I thought she would
like to keep that pretty shilling all for herself."
So I would, indeed, grandfather; but
poor Willie Brown wants sixpence so very
badly. I am sure he would like a bit of my
cake, for he is so ill he cannot eat the hard
brown bread. Don't you remember, mother,
about the bags that never grow old ?"






10 STORIES FOR ALL SEA.SONS.


What can the child mean, Margaret ?"
asked Mr. Paton. Can you tell grandfather
about it Minnie ?" said her mother. And with
a very serious little face the tale was told.
Once I had two farthings, grandfather,
and I pit them into a little old purse, and
took it out with me one day. But the money
slipped out through a hole, and was lost. I
cried a great deal, and mother told me she was
sorry, but that there was only one kind of bag
that never had holes in it."
What kind of bag is that, Minnie ?" asked
her grandfather. Mother said if we loved
the Lord Jesus, and for his sake gave some of
our money to poor people who wanted, that
money would be put into a bag that did not
grow old. She taught me a verse about it too:
'Provide yourselves bags which wax not old,
a treasure in the heavens, that faileth not.'
Jesus was very kind to poor sick people. I
do so want to be like him."
Some people might have thought Minnie
Paton a poor child herself; but she was humble
and thankful for what she had, and wished to
share it with others.
After dinner was over, it was agreed that
the little girl should go to see lame Willie,






TIHE NEW YEAl'S GIFT


who lived in a small cottage not many yards
distant. The cake was cut; and, after a large
slice had been rolled in paper for Willie, and
a small one given to Minnie to eat on her way,
the rest was laid by for tea. But how could
the bright shilling be divided ? After much
thought it was decided that the sparkling
money must find its way back again, to grand-
father's pocket, in exchange for which he drew
out two little sixpences. One of these she
gave her mother to keep, the other was to go
with the slice of cake.
Well wrapped up in a little grey cloak,
Minnie set out carrying the money and the
cake carefully rolled up in her pinafore. Her
mother watched at the door lest she should
slip in the snow, until the child had safely
reached Willie Brown's home, and then,
taking her knitting, she sat down by the
old man and rocked Eddy to his afternoon
sleep.
Willie Brown lay on a low bed with so thin
a covering that you might almost see the little
limbs shivering under it, and the sharp wind
paid many a visit in at one rent of the room,
and out through another. The few sticks in
the grate could not keep the room warm, and






12 STORIES OR ALL SEASONS.


only served to remind one how pleasant a good
fire would be that cold New Year's evening.
A young girl held a sickly baby in her arms,
and two children of six or seven were making
snow-balls at the door. Willie's pale face
brightened up with a look pleasure as Minnie
went in.
"Oh Minnie, how glad I am to see you!"
he said; what makes you come out this cold
afternoon ?"
To bring you something, Willie. Here is
a bit of cake; grandfather brought me a large
one, and here is sixpence too."
How good you are, Minnie You are the
best girl in the whole village."
"Indeed, Willie, I am not good; sometimes
I am naughty, and that makes mother so sad."
You are always good to me, Minnie. Do
you recollect one day last summer, when we
were all out playing on the common ? I could
go about on my crutch then. You said you
would put your doll to sleep in the rose-bush
near your door, and that the birds would sing
hush-a-by: And then you called us all to-
gether, to listen to a story about how Jesus
died for sinners, and to a little hymn about
the happy land, far, far away. Some of the






THE NEW YEIAR S (GIFT.


big boys laughed ; but I never forgot what you
said. I was a wicked boy then, and often told
lies. lint one day, when I was very unhappy,
I wanted to read over the story you told us,
so I got an old Bible and found it there. See,
here is the book under my pillow : but I have
got the story by heart; and oh it makes me
sorry for my sins. I wish you would teach
me that hymn you sang."
"Oh, Willie, I am so glad you love the
beautiful story about the Saviour on the cross;
for if you believe in him, you shall go to be
with him in heaven, where he now lives.
You will never want a crutch there, Willie."
One of the children at the door now came
running in to tell Minnie that her grandfather
was calling her home; so, promising Willie
to come over the next day and teach him the
hymn, she bade him good night, and left the
cottage. The heart of the lame boy was
lighter than it had been for many a day; and
Minnie felt how sweet it is to share with those
in need. She had been laying up treasure in
a bag that never grows old.
Might not some of our little readers do some
kind thing on New Year's day ?







14l STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


FEBRUARY.
TILE RAINY DAY.


"ANOTHER wet morning!" said Mrs. Brown,
as she opened the door of her poor cottage.
She sighed as she looked at her broken shoes
and old thin cloak, and then at the long dreary
common she had to cross.
"'Tis very wet indeed, mother," said Wil-
lie; "I have been listening a long time to the
rain as it pattered on the roof, and came drop-
ping through here and there. How thankful
I was that it did not fall on your bed, to wake
you when you were so very tired !"
Poor child," muttered his mother, he is
always thinking of others: one would fancy
he had troubles enough to make him selfish."
And do not you think, mother," continued
Willie, "that God is very good to send us
rain instead of snow? it is not near so cold."
And the poor lame boy almost shivered at the
thought of what he had suffered.







THIE L lxNY DTAY.


They are both bad enough, child, fir poor
people," was his mother's only reply ; for she
had not learned to feel that our heavenly la-
thir does all things well, though we may not
be able to trace his hand.
After giving her daughter some directions,
and bidding Willie good-bye in a softer tone,
Mrs. Brown set out on her way to Old Park,
or "the great house," as she called it. She
generally spent two days every week at the
residence of Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery, to help
their servants. Those days were looked for-
ward to with pleasure by the poor children at
home; for, in addition to her wages, the kind
mistress of the house often found something,
in the way of clothes or food, which might be
a help to the poor widow. While Mrs. Brown
is at her work in the kitchen, let us introduce
our little readers to the family at Old Park.
Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery had four chil-
dren. Grace, their eldest daughter, was so
much grown that she was looked upon by the
younger children as a sort of "little mamma,"
and by the servants as a wise and kind young
mistress, in the absence of her mother; Her-
bert, a boy of ten years; Rosa, a little girl a
year younger; and Charlie, a hlaghing little







10 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


fellow of seven, completed the family party.
A few months before our story begins, Lolia
Grant, an orphan cousin, had come to reside at
Old Park. Her father, who was an officer,
had been killed in action, and her mother
had followed him to an early grave. Mrs.
Grant felt very thankful when her sister pro-
mised to take Lelia and bring her up, for she
knew that her dear child would be taught
about the precious Saviour, whose name was
as music to her ear, and whose love and grace
upheld her in a dying hour. Lclia was a
thoughtful little girl; and though only a few
months older than Rosa, her steady ways
would have led one to suppose that in age
she was much greater. Her pale cheek and
deep mourning dress gave a sad interest to
the appearance of the young orphan.
"How provoking!" said Rosa, drawing
aside the white window curtains of the bed-
room where Lelia and she slept; how very
provoking to have another wet day Well, 1
notice the rain always comes when we don't
want it. Indeed, we never want it, it is so
miserable to be kept indoors all day. Here
I have been lying awake for the last half
hour, thinking how many things I would do






TIIE RAINY DAY.


to-day, and now all my plans are spoiled by
that provoking rain."
"What did you intend doing ?" asked Lelia,
looking up from the book which she had been
reading.
"Oh! a great number of things: first, I
wanted a bunch of sweet violets from my own
garden, to give uncle John when lie comes to
dinner, but I know the rain will spoil them;
then I wished to have a good swing as soon as
lessons were over, but the rain will prevent
that too; for, even if it clears up, manmma will
say the grass is too wet. But the worst of
all is about the wax-works, the delightful
wax-works. You know mamma promised
that, if the day were fine, she would take us
all to town to see them."
Perhaps it may be fine by-and-by," sug-
gested her cousin; and if so, I am sure aunt
will keep her promise." But instead of casting
a sunbeam on the dark cloud which had set-
tled over Rosa's spirit, her suggestion seemed
to have the contrary effect, and a shower of
tears flowed down her cheeks, nearly as
quickly as the rain-drops along the window-
frame.
ell, Lily, you always make me worse
B






18 STORIES FOE ALL SEASONS.


when I am in any trouble," cried Rosa,
through her tears. You are so quiet, never
seeming to care how much vexed I may be;
and then, as you have been dressed this half-
hour, reading that book, why did not you tell
me it was raining ?"
I did not think you were awake, Rosa,
when I sat down to read; and my chapter this
morning was so interesting, that I almost
forgot there was any one in the room. But,
Rosa, do let me help you to dress, there is the
breakfast bell."
I don't want any help; you may just as
well go down stairs, Lily, and secure that seat
you like so much, near papa. I plainly gee
everything is going against me this morning."
Lelia, who saw there was little use in
pressing her services, laid in a drawer the
Bible she had been reading, and left the room.
Rosa now tried to make up for lost time by
dressing very quickly; but, as generally hap-
pens in such cases, a number of little accidents
combined to detain her longer than usual.
Strings seemed determined to break, and but-
tons to come off, and her hair persisted in dis-
obeying the brush's efforts to keep it in its
proper place. At length Rosa was dressed,






THE RAINY DAY.


and, throwing herself on her knees, she repeat-
ed the usual morning prayer in a hurried man-
ner. The form was there, but, alas the spirit
of prayer was absent. Dear Rosa, how could
you say, "Thy will be done on earth as it is
in heaven," when you were sinfully vexing
yourself about the weather? God is a
Spirit, and they that worship him must wor-
ship him in spirit and in truth."
When Lelia reached the breakfast parlour
she found that none of the children had yet
arrived, and so, according to the rules of the
family, the much-desired chair, next Mr.
Montgomery, belonged to her that morning;
but, thinking it would be kind to give it up
to Rosa, she opened her cousin's Bible and
hymn-book on the table before it, and quietly
took a lower seat. The boys now entered,
and last of all Rosa, with a very doleful face.
As the hymn had just been commenced by
Mr. Montgomery, there was no time for thank-
ing Lelia, even had she been so disposed, and,
without once lifting her eyes, she took the
vacant chair near him. What could have
made Mr. Montgomery read such a chapter
that morning? It was about the prophet
Elijah praying seven times for rain, and how
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God answered him. And then lie explained
what a bles-ing rain is, and how thankful we
should be to our heavenly Father, who gives
us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons,
filling our hearts with food and gladness."
He reminded the children also, that, although
tle weather God was pleased to send might
sometimes interfere with our selfish pleasures,
we should be careful not to murmur at his
will, for he is always wise, and just, and good.
Then in his prayer he thanked God, who had
given them shelter from the storm, and the
comforts of a happy home, and asked that his
goodness might lead them to repentance for
sin, and gratitude for so many mercies.
Had Lelia told her uncle about Rosa's tears?
No, indeed, she was far too kind for that; but
Mr. Montgomery took every opportunity of
leading his children to watch and admire the
providence of God, and to connect in their
minds his works with his word.
A few hours after breakfast were spent every
day by Rosa and Lelia at lessons with Mrs.
Montgomery. Grace had little Charlie under
her care ; and though he did not now mistake
b's for d's, as he used a year ago, still a good
deal more attention on his part, and patience





THE RAINY DAY.


on that of his sister, would be necessary before
he could be admitted to the school-room to
take his place with the elder children. Her-
bert had not yet been sent to a public school,
but his education was attended to by an ex-
cellent tutor, whose instructions were so in-
teresting that the girls, and even Charlie,
sometimes begged to have a lesson with Mr.
Lane.
Things went on pretty well as long as the
morning studies lasted; but when the books
were cleared away, and there seemed no hope
that the clouds would vanish in like manner,
Rosa's grief returned with fresh violence.
Lelia had taken her knitting, and, under the
direction of Grace, was just finishing off a
long warm stocking, which she had spent
many a day in making. The work had been
a little tiresome; but now the last was al-
most done, and the pleasure of giving them
away was near. And for whom were they
intended? For poor Willie Brown, because
Lelia had heard how much worse his leg be-
came from the cold; and she thought a nice
pair of lambswool stockings would do him
good. And it is wonderful how thst time flies
when we arc usefully employed. Herbert sat






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at the table copying a drawing, though now
and then disturbed by Charlie, who was busily
engaged with a new puzzle, and sometimes
needed advice from his elder brother on this
subject. Rosa was alone unemployed. She
stood leaning her head against a window pant,
and looking at the leafless trees as they bent
before the wind.
I am so miserable !" she cried at length;
" every one is happy but me."
"Would not you try to be happy too?"
asked Grace.
I cannot, Grace: you know I hate rain."
I am sorry you hate so good a thing, dear.
Come, let us see if we can guess where it
comes from, and some of its uses."
It comes from the sky, of course," said
little Charlie.
But how did it get up there ?" asked his
sister.
Oh, I think I know," replied Herbert,
raising his eyes from his drawing. "M3r.
Lane told me to-day that the sun evaporates or
draws up water from the sea, the rivers, the
ponds, and even the little streams, and that
the water is then in the form of vapour, which
rises into the air and becomes clouds. These






THE RAINY DAY.


clouds sometimes grow very heavy, and then
they fall down in rain."
"But surely, Grace,"suggested Lelia, the
lovely white clouds we sometimes see on a
clear day, and those beautiful red ones we so
often watch when the sun is setting, and that
angry-looking black cloud before us, cannot
all be made of the same thing."
They are indeed, my dcear; but some are
denser or thicker than others, and the rays of
sunlight give the clouds those varied tints.
God sends the wind to carry these clouds to
places that need rain, and there they pour down
refreshing Ihowers. Just think how sad it
would be if there were no rain!"
It would be delightful," interrupted Rosa.
" Oh! the swing and the wax-works."
I mean that the want of rain for a long
time would destroy every living thing."
How is that ?" inquired Rosa.
Do you not remember how the flowers in
your garden were dying last summer because
you forgot to give them water ? Now, the
corn-fields and orchards would perish in .the
same way if God did not water them. The
rivers would dry up, the springs cease to flow,
the poor animals die of thirst, and we should






24 STORIES pORt ALL SEASONS.

ourselves all die. How tender is the care of
God over all his creatures! how thankful we
should be for his goodness !"
During the conversation Rosa's bad temper
gradually wore away, and before Mr. Mont-
gomery returned from town in the afternoon,
all was sunshine-in-doors at least.






THE rIRST LESSON IN ASTT'IONoY.


MARCH.
THE FIRST LESSON IN ASTRONOMY.


THE children at Old Park had long looked for-
ward to the pleasure of spending a day with
their grandmamma; and now that the sun and
high winds of March had quite swept away
those clouds which caused Rosa such grief,
Mrs. Montgomery gave them leave to go. The
walk was long, but then it was so pleasant,
and the clear dry air made every one feel
merry. Little Charlie alone was not allowed to
go with the rest. His kind mother feared the
long walk and the evening air. He would
greatly have liked to go. But the will of
papa or mamma was a law, and Charlie made
the best of his disappointment by running to
play in the garden.
He had not been long there when he re-
turned with a very serious, puzzled little face,
and peeped into the study to see if his father
was to be found.





26 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


Oh, papa, I am so glad you have not gone
out yet. I have seen such a strange thing
while I was playing in the garden."
What was it, my boy ?"
Oh, papa, it was a white moon in the sky
-a moon in the daytime. Can it be the same
that shines so brightly at night ? for if so, I
am sure it is very ill."
"The same indeed, Charlie," said his
father, smiling at the idea of a sick moon,
"but we cannot see her light until the sun
goes away. A little knowledge of astronomy
would make this and other matters quite plain
to you."
I do not know much about that, papa : I
should like to know more."
Astronomy, you may have heard, is a
science which teaches about the sun, moon,
stars, and other bodies in the sky. Can you
remember a verse in the book of Genesis that
tells us how God made them all ?"
Charlie thought for a minute, and then re-
peated, "And God made two great lights;
the greater light to rule the day, and the
lesser light to rule the night: he made the
stars also."
Quite rigit ; I am glad you r colikct what





111E rIfST UtSSUN IN ASIlRONM-,Y.


you have been taught about the creation. Now
I will show you something which may help
you to understand wAhat we have been talking
of."
His father now showed him a curious little
instrument, and laid it on the table; then draw-
ing his chair near, he called Charlie to his side.
"Look at this, my dear boy, and tell me
what you see."
"I see a wooden stand, papa, with an up-
right rod fastened in the middle, and on the
top of this rod a brass ball."
Cannot you see anything more ?"
Oh yes, there are several white balls, some
very small indeed. There, when you touch
them they all move round the brass ball in the
middle."
Do you know the use of this pretty thing,
Charlie ?"
"No, papa, please tell me."
"This little instrument is called an orrery,
and is made to represent the motions of the
planets round the sun."
What are the planets, dear papa ?"
The planets are moving stars which shine
by reflecting the light of the sun, round which
they revolve or turn."





28 STORIES Fon ALL SEASONS.


Arc all the stars planets, papa ?"
No, my dear, there are many that we call
fixed stars, far, far away, which may them-
selves be suns, and have other planets moving
round them."
What, papa, do you mean that those tiny
specks of light are suns ?"
"They are not tiny; it is their vast dis-
tance from us which makes them appear so
small. Run to the window, Charlie, and look
at the sheep in Mr. Jackson's field. How
large do they seem to be ?"
"Very little indeed, papa, not much bigger
than my white kitten."
But are they really so small ?"
Oh no, if they were in our own lawn they
would look quite large ; but that field is a
long way off."
"Just so, Charlie, and for the same reason,
the stars look small; but if they were not very
large as well as bright, we could not see them
at all, for they are millions and millions of
miles away. But now we must come back to
the orrery and examine it more. This large
ball represents the sun, that 'greater light'
which rules the day, and to which we owe
heat and light, and many other blessings."






THIE FIRST LESSONN 3X ASTRONOMY. 29

But, papa, that ball stands still, and the
sun moves very fast. In the morning I can
see it from our nursery. windows, and in the
evening it has gone quite round to the other
side of the house, and shines into Rosa's bed-
room."
It seems to move round the earth, my boy,
but in reality the earth moves round the sun."
I cannot make that out, papa."
I will try to explain it to you, Charlie.
Do you remember last summer, when we went
in the train to London, you were looking out
of the window and you thought the fields and
houses, the trees and castles, were moving
away in an opposite direction. Were they or
we really moving?"
"Oh, we were, papa, for by and by we
reached London, and when we came back the
trees and houses were all in their own places.
And I recollect, too, the first time I was in a
steamer, the quay and boats all seemed run-
ning away from us, and I could hardly believe
Grace when she told me they were quite
still."
So with the sun and the earth, Charlie,
though for many years people thought as you
did. Now let us talk a little about this world






30 STORIES roll ALL SEASONS,.


on which we live. P)o you know what shape
the earth is ?"
Round, like an orange, I believe, papa."
Yes, my dear, and when you are older I
shall be able to give yo01 pronqf that this is the
case. Now, this earth Imove, as I told you,
round the sun. How long does it take to
travel so long a journey ?"
I don't know, papa."
"One year, Charlie."
Oh, how fast it must run."
Very lhat, indeed; nineteen miles a second,
or more than 68,000 miles an hour."
"The sun must be a long way off, I sup-
pose, papa."
"It would take you many a day to reckon
the distance, for it is 95,000,000 of miles.
Now think, my dear boy, how good and kind,
as well as powerful, our heavenly Father is to
guide and keep the earth on its long journey.
lut are you tired f of our lesson in astronomy ?
Perhaps you would like to run in the garden
again."
"Oh no, papa, I am not tired: please tell
me more."
Well, Charlie, turning round the sun is
not the only motion the earth has ; it moves on





THE FIRST LESSON IN ASTRONOMY. 31

its own axis also, '.*iu.1.i; as your top does
when you spin it. Come, let us see if you
can play the earth while I shall be the sun.
Stand up and turn round and round quickly,
at the same time making a circle about me.
There now, that will do, for you would soon
become giddy, and fall down. Now, the earth
turns round that way once each day, so that
every part of its face gets a share of the sun's
light, just as your face was first turned to me
and then your back. When Old Park is
turned to the sun it is day here; but when
the world has moved round it is night with
us, while cousin James is enjoying bright sun-
light in Sydney. There arc many other things
about the earth and the different seasons
which I should like to tell you; but I must
not tire your little head with too much in
one day. Look at the orrery again, and
try if you can find your old friend the moon."
"No, papa, I cannot see anything like the
moon."
"Do you see that ball, the third from the
centre, which has a very small one near it ?"
Oh yes, dear papa, that little thing is like
a servant, for wherever the big ball moves, it
follows."






32 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


Well, that little servant is the moon, and,
like many another good servant, we should get
on very badly without her."
But please, papa, don't forget to explain
why the moon looked white to-day."
The beautiful moon has no light of her
own, as the sun has, but only shines with
rays she has received from him; so that
while the sun's bright beams are falling on our
eyes, the light of the moon becomes so faint that
she appears only like a white cloud in the sky."
Why does not the moon shine every night,
papa ? Sometimes I can only see a very little
bit, the shape of my new bow."
The reason is, that as she gets all her light
from the sun, one side is always dark, while
the other is bright, and sometimes only a very
small portion of her enlightened side is turned
towards us: then she appears like your bow.
By degrees the bow, or crescent, fills in, as
more and more of her bright side is turned to
the earth, until at last, when we see the entire
bright side, we call it full moon. Then she
gradually turns from us until the dark side is
presented to the earth, when we say there is
on moon. But she is there still, though we
cannot see her."





THIE 1IRSiT LESSON IN ASTrOSONMY. 33

"Was not it a dreadful thing for people to
worship the sun and moon, papa ?"
"Indeed it was, Charlie, for these very
things ought to teach that there is a God who
made them, and must be greater than every-
thing he has made. But let us, my dear boy,
value the Bible, that holy book which God
has given to teach us about himself, and how
we should worship him, through our Lord
Jesus Christ."
"Do any other stars or moons move round
our sun, papa ?"
There are so many planets that I fear I
shall not be able to tell you even the names
of all of them to-day. Two, called Mercury
and Venus, are nearer to the sun than the
earth, and five, named Mars, Jupiter, Saturn,
Uranus, and Neptune, besides many smaller
planets, move in circles far beyond the earth's
path. Some of those distant planets have
several moons, and one, Saturn, is, in ad-
dition, surrounded by numerous rings of
light."
Oh, it must be beautiful! how I should
like to live there!"
Well, Charlie, what I desire for all my
dear children is, that by believing in Christ






3.1 SlOIl. Si Ul, -.


they may share in the brighter glories of
heaven ; for they that be wise shall shine as
the lrightm ss of the lirmaiu.lit ; and they that
tunl many to rigliteCuiisn1 s .s the stars, lor
ever amnd evcr.' )alin. xii. ;.
"Now we miiist coincludile iir colnversa-
ti , for I lhar I iilllhna c Olliaii vi; an'lV I'
hopt you ari' not tired' by our fi.-t l.- -o in
astrl)lonl) y."







SMILES AND IE.ARS.


'APIITL.

SMILES AND TEARS.


SOrr, manima, I have such a favour to a.l of
you !" cried Posa, as she ran quickly into her
mother's room early one morning.
Well, let me lhear your request, dear:
you know I am always ready to grant a rea-
sonable one."
See, mamma, how 1 ... iill,- tihe sun is
shining. Would not it be delightful to have
a walk through the woods to-day ? We shall
be sure to find some wild flowers under the
trees and in the green lane. Do you think
you could come with us, mamma ?"
I think I may be able, Rosa; and perhaps
on our return we may call to see Mrs. Paton."
"Is that ths sailor's wife who lives in the
white cottage by the common, and has the nice
little children ?" asked Rosa; and, without
waiting for a reply, she ran and threw her arms
round her mother's neck and kissed her several
c2





3,6 STORES 1FOR ALL ST.EASONS.


times. How kind you are, dear mamma! we
shall be so happy. Charlie and I wanted a
walk in the woods so much, and to sit under
the trees together. There we shall see those dar-
ling little children. I like the merry baby boy
best. I shall ask Mrs. Paton to let me nurse
him while we are there."
Rosa danced about witl delight, and ran
off clapping her hands to tell her brother the
good news.
Lessons were got through quickly that
morning; for, when there is hearty good-will
and diligent labour, much can be done in a
little time. If now and then a light cloud
throw its passing shadow on the book, Rosa
was in too bright a mood to notice it. Every-
thing seemed favourable for their walk, and
before noon was long passed mamma and the
little girl and boy had set out. Rosa was in
high spirits, laughing and talking, running
and jumping. ('I! ii was happy too, but in
a quieter way. After a few minutes' quick
walking the wood was reached, and both
children burst into a cry of delight at the
beauty of the scene. Spring had already done
wonders. The birds felt this, and kept up a
concert of soft music among the branches,






SMILES AND TEARS.


lightening the labour of nest building by their
joyous songs. The trees, which had looked so
dry and dead a month ago, were covered with
opening buds or soft green leaves, and lovely
flowers peeped from the damp ground here and
there.
Iow beautiful everything looks, mamma !"
cried Rosa. I wonder how the trees get
their pretty new dress. I should like to know
all about them."
It would take me a long time to tell you
all about them; but I shall try to tell you
something on this subject. But first, can you
tell me where trees come from ?"
Rosa seemed rather puzzled, and was
tempted to answer the ground," when her
brother relieved her from the difficulty by
saying he believed they grew from seeds.
"Exactly so," said her mamma; the
great oak springs from the tiny acorn, the
horse-chesnut from those smooth brown nuts
which Charley is so fond of rolling about, and
the beautiful pine from the cone. When the
seed has lain some time in the earth it becomes
soft, as if it were going to decay, but soon it
sends down a little white thread to suck up
nourishment from the ground, and then comes






38 ,SroRiESi I't ALL SrASONS.


a tiny green point, from which the leaves be-
gin to unfold themselves."
"I do not quite understand you," said
Charlie. "1Do trees need food as we do ?"
They do indeed, my dear, though of a
different hind. Far down under the earth
thcre are a great number of rootlets, or little
roots, sucking up moisture, and those busy,
untiring workers gather nourishment, and send
it through tiny tubes to the large trunk and
waving branches, to the stems and leaves.
This tree food is etlled sap. But the trees
get more food from another source, whiclf I
think you will not be likely to guess."
"Perhaps from the air, mamma," said
Charlie. I remember reading that a walk
among trees was wholesome in the day-time,
because they gave out the kind of air we
wanted to breathe, and used up the air we
had breathed already. But please tell us more
about it."
"You are right, Charlie; the leaves of
plants are full of tiny air-holes, or mouths
through which they breathe; and as the sap
passes through the leaves it gathers what is
called 'carbon' from the air, and runs back
to give more food to every part. Just think,






SMILES AND TEARS.


my children, how wise and good God is in sup-
plying the wants of everything hle has made.
We may learn much from a single tree."
During the conversation the little party had
not made much progress in their walk, and
Rosa's spirits were not a little damped by
seeing a very dark cloud rapidly overspreading
the blue sky. Very soon indeed the rain came
down in a smart April shower. But there was
good shelter under an old elm tree, and if sho
had been disposed to be pleased, instead of
vexing herself about A t she called "that
nasty shower," she might have found delight
in watching a beautiful rainbow which spanned
the gloomy cloud.
"Our walk will be spoiled. What good
are showers, I should like to know ?" cried
the little girl.
They are very good, my Rosa," said her
mother, like everything our heavenly Father
sends. The sunshine is not more useful than
the shower. Both refresh the plants and
flowers, making them spring up into life and
beauty. And so, dear children, God deals with
his loved ones. He sends the sunshine of joy
and the dark cloud of trouble, and the dropping
tears of sorrow.. b't he sends all in love."





40 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


At this moment a very cheering gleam in-
vited the young party to leave their leafy
shelter and hasten on to the end of their walk.
See, mamma, we are near the little gate
that leads to the common," said Rosa; "may
we run on before and inquire how Willie
Brown is to-day? I see his sister standing at
the door."
Off both children set, and Rosa soon returned
with the pleasing news that Willy was much
better, and that the mild weather, and the
present of warm stockings, had done him so
much good that he hoped soon to be able to go
about with his crutch again.
As our party approached Mrs. Paton's cot-
tage, they were struck by the unusual still-
ness there, for they were accustomed to hear
Minnie's soft clear voice, or Eddy's merry
ringing laugh. All was silent. Mirs. Montgo-
mery knocked gently; the door was opened
by Minnie, but her eyes were red with weeping.
The little girl curtsied respectfully when she
saw the lady, and, inviting her to enter, led
the way to the kitchen, where her mother sat
with her face buried in her hands. The sad
tale was soon told; the dear baby, who had
been the joy of the house, was dead. He had





SMILES AND TEARS.


been suddenly seized by croup, and after a few
hours of suffering death came, and his rosy
cheeks grew pale, his beating heart cold and
still. Eddy had just been laid in the church-
yard. But was his soul there? Oh no, the
soul can neither sleep nor die, the soul must
live for ever.
Oh! ma'am, how kind you are to come to
see me in my trouble," said the poor woman,
rising and trying to wipe away the fast falling
tears with her apron.
"The stroke is severe, Margaret, very se-
vere, but it comes from a loving hand."
"But oh, it was a sore trial to see the sweet
little fellow, who was smiling in my arms one
evening, lying dead the next. There seems to
be an empty place in my heart, which can
never be filled up."
Do not say so, dear Margaret," said Mrs.
Montgomery, laying her hand kindly on her
arm; "there is One who can fill up every
blank. Sit down and let us talk for a moment
of that precious Saviour."
I have been very selfish, very wicked in
forgetting that, ma'am, for I should not sorrow
as those who have no hope; but there is some-
thing so sad in parting with my baby, to see






42 S'TORlIES FOR ALL SIA'SONS.


him no more. Oh, those words no more, no
more,' how dismal they sound."
But Margaret, just think where your
child now is, and try if those words would
sound dismal there. No more death, no more
curse, no m sorrow, no more crying, no
more pain. 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 foun-
tains of waters; and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes."
Minnie, who had stood by her mother's
knee, now threw her little arms lovingly round
her neck, and whispered, "Mother, dear
mother, do not cry, God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes.' "
Rosa and Charlie sat at the farthest end of the
room, scarcely daring to lift their eyes. They
were really sorry for the death of their little
favourite, and affected by the mother's grief.
MI r. Montgomery spoke gently and earnestly
of the love of God in sending his Son to die
for us, and of the bright glories of the resur-
rection morn, when those that sleep in Jesus
shall rise to be with him for ever, until the






MILESS AND '1;EARS. 13

light from above ahnost chased awny the
shadows from the mourner's heart.
When Mrs. Montgomery rose to leave, Mrs.
Paton, smiling through her tears, saii, God
bless you, ma'am, for leading my poor dark
mind beyond the grave, to heaven, where I
hope to meet my child again."
The walk home was a happy one, though
perhaps not so lively as that of the morning.
The sight of sorrow had touched the feelings
of the little party. Mrs. Montgomery secretly
prayed that their hearts might be touched by
the grace of Christ, thai, like spring flowers
opening to the sun, they might grow up in his
likeness, to serve him here, and be for ever
happy in his presence above.






44 STORIES FOE ALL SEASONS.


MAY.
THE SEASON OF FLOWERS.


A GRAND undertaking was planned in a poor
little cottage by the common side; but only
Willie Brown and Minnie Paton knew the
secret.
Though Minnie had grieved much for the
death of her brother, yet sorrow had not made
her selfish. Young as she was, the love of
Christ had touched her heart, and was driving
out the love of self. Selfishness is the great
ugly idol which reigns in every heart until
God's Spirit unlocks the door, and love enters
in. Then the idol falls, and is broken. Look
within, dear reader, and ask the Holy Spirit
to aid you in the search.
Now the best way to be happy ourselves is
to try to make others so. Mrs. Paton knew
this; and sometimes when Minnie had returned
from school she would say, Now, Minnie,
you may run over and see Willie Brown: I






THE SEASON OF FL);VI1WS.


have an errand for you to him." The errand
might be to carry a jug of broth, or a piece of
pudding, which was quite a treat to a poor
boy like Willic.
Very often Willio was alone. His mother
was out when she could find work, and the
children of the family were rude and idle, pre-
ferring anything to the care of a lame brother,
who could not join in their noisy sports. Even
his eldest sister, who should have known bet-
ter, was too fond of gossip to be much at
home. Indeed, if you had a peep, you would
imagine that Disorder was housekeeper there.
So Minnie's visits were very welcome.
One day Minnie found Willie sitting on a
stool near the open door, where the sunlight
streamed in-the window was too dirty to
allow many beams to enter-his fingers very
busily employed in weaving a small basket.
Why, Willie, when did you learn to make
those ?"
Last summer. Mr. Twiggs, the basket-
maker in the village, often let me stop and
watch him at his work. He is a kind old
man. Once he said to me, Sit down, my
lad, and take a lesson: I will show you how
to put the osiers together. Methinks you






46 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


must learn to live by head or hands : a bit of
useful knowledge is never a burden.' So he
taught me to make this kind of basket."
But who is it for, Willie ?" asked 3:1 Ih,.
Willie at first was ashamed to tell, but
afterwards said that the ladies at Old Park had
been kind to him in the cold weather, and that
he felt very grateful. lie added, that lie
wished to give them this little basket to show
his thanks.
How nice it would look filled with
flowers !" said iii.i..; I could gather them
for you. There are plenty in the wood be-
yond the green lane. I shall ask mother to
let me go a little way. But really I had
almost forgotten what mother sent you."
With some difficulty Minnie found a bowl
and spoon. She thelc broke up a bit of dry
bread, which was to have been Willie's only
dinner, poured some warm broth on it, and
handed all to the afflicted boy. And while
Willie ate and praised the repast, the tidy
little girl swept in the ashes from the hearth,
dusted the two chairs and placed them against
the wall, wiped the table, where the crumbs
of the last meal lay scattered, and, quite
pleased with the result of her efforts, was






THE SEASON OF FLOWERS.


ready to return to the subject of the flowers
by the time the bowl was laid aside.
"Now, Willie, I know a good plan; let
the basket and some of the best flowers be for
Miss Montgomery: I love her, she is my
teacher in the Sunday school; and then we
can put in two little nosegays, one for Miss
Lelia, and the other for Miss Rosa. But when
will it be finished ?"
This evening," said Willie ; "if the
lowers could be got in the morning we should
be all right."
The children talked long and merrily, and
then Minnie, promising to ask her mother's
advice on this important subject, bade Willie
good bye, and hurried home to learn her les-
sons for the next day.
As the little girl passed through the small
garden which led to their cottage, inclina-
tion softly whispered, The evening is fine,
Minnie, stay out a while longer; but duty, in
a more stern voice, said, The lessons are to
be learned, Mother's tea is to be got: Minnie,
you must go in." And in Minnie went.
It was rather a trial to sit down to les-
sons that lovely evening, with a head so full
of plans: and spelling, grammar, and tables






4S STOR IES 'O ALL ;sL ON


certainly did seem a little tiresome. But di-
ligence brings its own reward. Minnie felt
much happier when her mother laid her hand
upon her little girl's head, and said the tasks
were well learned, than it' she had lingered to
play in the sunshine. Then she set the table
for tea, and, while cups and saucers were being
arranged, the story of the basket of flowers
was told. Mrs. Paton promised her little girl
that if the morning were fine she would go
with her to the wood and gather some wild
flowers. When tea was over, the Bible was
brought, a chapter was read, and the evening
hymn sung. Then mother and daughter knelt
in prayer, to ask God for pardon and his bless-
ing, and give him thanks for the mercies of the
day. There was a loved one far away on the
sea, for whom they also prayed. In a few
minutes more Minnie was on her way to bed,
to dream of sunbeams and wild flowers.
Next morning the weather was everything
a little flower-girl could desire, and before the
sun had done more than throw a few slanting
rays on their eastern window, Minnie and her
mother were away to the wood. Every blos-
som which canme within view was pronounced
so lovely, that it was with difficulty Minnie





THEl: SL:SOAN OfY ILO'iET.


could be persuaded to leave :ony ] nig 1 thIria d.
After half ain bour not only was hlir 1,pi]f'ore
tilled, but a basket -Mrs. 'Paton carried Iwas
heaped up with lliies of the'valley, hawthorns,
buttercups, daisies, and otlhr flowers, almost
too many to :name. Thu.n, after break-
fast came the pleasant business of arranging
them in Willie's basket. A spray of clematis
was twisted round the handle, and laves of
the wild strawberry hung over the side, while
within, white and gold, blue and pink blo;-
som(s were formed into pretty nosegays. Al-
together, it was declared by both children to
be beautiful, most beautiful. Minnie was to
be the bearer of this precious gift. On her
wvay to school she passed the gate of Old Park,
and could leave the basket with the woman at
the lodge, who would, she felt sure, carry it to
the hall door.
What made poor Willie Brown look so
bright that morning ? Was it the perfume of
the spring flowers ? No ; it was gratitude
that beamed from his eyes.
The cheerful morning light shone just as
pleasantly into the school-room at Old Park,
where Mrs. Montgomery was hearing her little
pupils their lessons, as it did round Minnie







50 sTORlILs von r, sAL MAoNs.


Paton's cottage. Rosa had sprung to a half-
open window, to watch a gay butterfly, when
a new sight caught her attention.
Oh, Lelia, do just look; Ann has been
down at the lodge, and now she is coming
back with such a lovely little basket full of
flowers. W*ilhee can she have got it ? I
wonder who it is for F'' cried the lively little
girl, almost before her cousin had looked up
from the Atlas over which she had been bend-
ing. lIut there was no net d of Lelia rising to
watch the progress of Ann and her precious
burden, for every movement was described by
Rosa. There, now she is walking very last;
I can see the basket better. It must be for
us. lor me, I hope," was added, in a lower
tone.
After some minutes a foot was heard on the
stairs, a knock at the door, and the maid en-
tered the school-room. 'leasc, ma'am,
little Minnie 1'aton brought this basket, a
present for Aliss (Orace. It was Mrs. Brown's
lame son who nude it, and Minnie says there is
a bunch for 1Mis Rosa, and one for AMiis Lelia."
The basket was by this time in Rosa's land,
who at once seized the nosegay she thought
the prettiest, evidently firtted that all was no,





'HE SEASON OF FLOWERS.


for her. However, struggling with her sel-
tishness, she replaced the nosegay, and said,
" Dear Lily, we must show' it to Grace, and
then you can have your choice-you are the
eldest."
Ann was thanked by the little girls, and left
the room, wondering in secret why rich folks
would make so much fuss about such wild
flowers, when they had so beautiful a garden of
their own. Poor people, she thought, were very
bold sometimes, and very cunning too. But
Lelia and Rosa understood the matter better.
How very kind of Willie Brown !" said
the latter; he is a much nicer boy than lie
used to be, though I do not think he can ever
be so good as Minnie."
"What would my little girls think of laying
by their books and getting a lesson on flowers ?"
asked M\rs. Montgomery.
It would be most delightful, mamma,"
replied Rosa, very willing indeed to exchange
the leaves of her French. translation for the
bright green ones of the hawthorn.
Run, then, my dears; show this basket to
Grace, and then get your bonnets, for -we shall
have our flower-lesson in the arbour."
L'lia and Rosa soon joined Mrs. Mont-
D2







52 STORTES roR AIL SVAWOSs.


gomery there, bringing Charlie also, who had
begged to go with them. Was there ever such
a pretty place for learning as that summer-
house, half hidden by twining plants ? The
basket lay on the table, round which our little
party were seated, and a sweet perfume filled
the air.
Well, my children," said Mrs. Mont-
gomery, I promised that we should talk
about flowers ; there are many lessons hidden
among these beautiful blossoms; can you help
me to find them ?"
Charlie looked rather grave at the word
"lessons," and said, "Alamma, I see nothing
but flowers, except leaves- "
"I shall explain to you what I mean,
Charlie. Who made this bright buttercup ?"
It was God."
"Why did he do so ?"
"Because he is good."
"Yes, my dear boy, you have found out the
first lesson: God is good. He wishes to make
his children happy, for he not only supplies us
with food and clothes, but these wild flowers
lift up their smiling faces by every road-side,
and say, Trust in God, he cares for us, much
more will he take care of you,' "





Til:H SEASON OF FLOWrUS.


Oh, aunt," said Lelia, that reminds me w
of something our Lord Jesus said: Consider
the lilies of the field, how they grow; they
toil not, neither do they spin : and yet I say
unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.' "
Those are beautiful verses, Lelia. We
have here lessons of humility and of the duty
of casting our care on God."
I think, mamma, I have found a lesson,"
cried Rosa ; "flowers grow, so should we.
Grow good, I mean. Flowers die-"
ut flowers spring up again," added
Lelia gently, and we shall rise too."
Can you tell me the name of this,
Charlie ?" asked Mrs. Montgomery, holding up
a daisy.
"It is a daisy, mamma. I think it must
have got that name because it opens its eye to
the day."
You have guessed very well ; for in the
warm noon it looks up unto the sun's bright
face, and closes when the sun goes down. We
may get a lesson from the daisy. Every good
gift comes down to us from God, and, through
Christ, we should constantly lie looking up for
his blesim:r.





54 STORIES F'O ALL SEASONS.

The conversation was ended by the arrival
of a visitor. Mrs. Montgomery left the chil-
dren, and went to meet her friend in the
drawing-room.
Rosa and Charlie were soon running at full
speed to the swing at the end of the garden;
but Lelia still bent over the basket of :J. -1 A ,
full of thought.
In the evening a merry group might be
seen on their way to the village, to thank
Minnie Paton for the flowers, and Willio
Brown for his pretty basket.






A JOURNEY INTO THlE COUNIRY.


JUN '.

A JOURNEY INTO THE COUNTRY.


TlIr; postman's knock was heard at Old Park,
while a happy party sat round the breakfast
table. lHerbert leaped from his chair, and flew
to the door. What could be the reason ? The
same red coat appeared every morning, and
the same rat-tat was heard, and (very one wai:
in the habit of waiting patiently until the
letters were brought up.
But all the children know that their papa
was expecting a letter that might contain news
in which they all were interested.
Mr. Montgomery had written to inquire if
good lodgings could be had at a pretty water-
ing-place several miles distant. Ncither Rosa
nor Charlie had ever been at the sea-side, and
so they wished much to go, while Herbert,
who knew something of the delights of climb-
ing rocks and looking for shells, was still more
anxious on tlhe sulij(. Now often they had





56 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


all talked about the great waves, the boating,
the bathing, and all the other pleasures they
might expect! And now, what would they
do if no lodgings were to be found ?
Herbert returned with a letter for papa.
Many anxious little eyes watched it as it was
being opened. What a long time it seemed
even before the letter was handed over to
mamma, but then, as she read it, she nodded
her head and smiled; those were good signs.
Herbert and Rosa were now allowed to read
it. They took it to the window, and they
rejoiced to find the news it contained. A
pretty cottage was to be let; the friend who
had looked at it thought that by tight packing
there might be room enough ; adding, that lie
was sure the children would enjoy the spot, as
it was quite near the sands. And the children
were equally sure they should. The matter
was soon settled, and Mr. Montgomery went
to write a letter, saying he would be glad to
take the cottage, and that they hoped to go
there early the next week. Preparations for
the journey were, of course, to be thought of,
and it would be hard to say whether Rosa's
fingers, feet, or tongue moved fastest in mak-
ing her arrangements.





A JOII0IRSY INTO TIHE COUNTRY.


Long before Mr. Montgomery's reply had
reached the post office, every one in the house
had been told by Rosa of the intended trip,
and she had the serious intention of running
to tell the gardener and the family at the lodge,
when her mamma called her.
Rosa, I do not intend hearing you any
lessons to-day; but I wish you and Lelia to
look over your drawers, and take out such
things as will be necessary for the journey.
We may be from home for one or two months.
When you have gathered the things which
you need, I shall give you each a small trunk
to pack them in."
Both little girls were greatly pleased with
this new kind of work. The tables, chairs,
and floor of their bed-room were soon covered
with clothes, books, and toys, all of which
they intended to carry. But when two small
boxes were sent up by Mrs. Montgomery, who
soon followed, their dismay was great. It
was plain that half the things could not be
put in.
"Look, dear mamma," said Rosa, my
trunk is far too small; you will please give
me a second, or at least one between Lelifr
-nd me',"





.5 8 s~rocitas iou i, SF:4soN.


But her malmma explained how that could
not be, and promised to send Grace to help
them in their trouble. This was not the first
difficult task in which Grace had assisted
them; so they had great confidence in her
skill.
"Now, girls," she said, "the very first
thing to be done is to divide your large heaps
into two parts: one of things wanted, the
other of things that may be wanted."
In spite of Rosa's assurances that every-
thing she had selected was quite needful, her
bundle was soon lessened to half the size,
while one or two warm shawls, deemed quite
useless by the youthful travellers, were drawn
out to view. Then began the work of pack-
ing, and it was wonderful to see how fast it
went on under Grace's nimble fingers. How
neat the trunks looked. How nicely small
articles filled up spare corners, until at length,
when the last article had been put in, there
did not seem to be a space in the entire box
for anything ele.
Still Rosa was not satisfied. There was
something else which must go. It was a small
ease for shells, with many divisions for dif-
ferent kinds, and the very thing for the sea-






A JOURNEY INTO TilE' COUNTRY. )59

side. What was to be done ? If it could not
get inside tile trunk, might not it be tied out-
side? No, it would be broken there.
Kind, obliging Lelia came to her aid. I erc
trunk was packed, and far down slhe had
placed a favourite volume of poetry, and her
sea-side book; but, by taking these out, room
could be made for her cousin's box.
See, Rosa," she said, the case will fit
here ; I (n:ll do ix without my llritisli Poets;'
perhaps w e siall notl hiave mlue1 time for
reading."
Oh, thank yoi, Le!ii, that will juAt do;
yon can carry the otlhir book in your little
basket, you miniht like to look at it by the
way."
Conseicnc, whispered, Yol are a very
selfish little girl," but, asl Rosa alone heard
the whisper, the (ca< slipped into tLeia's
trunk, and the books went back to their places
on the shelf.
Amid th1efO labours the week glided by.
Sunlay, with its happy, holy rest, came.
Grace felt sorry that she should be separated,
even fr a short time, froln her dear little
class, and tears stood in Minnie Paton's eyes
iwheni sl heard t ler teaber was al.out to leave





60 SI Oiui;R IE FOR ALL SE 1SJNS.


home. Sunday at Old Park was the brightest
of days. There was rest, but not idleness.
The children had been taught that the sabbath
was not a day which they were forced to give
to God, but one that he, in love, had given
them for their real good, to learn more of hinm,
and grow more like him. Lclia especially
enjoyed the Lord's day: she used to think
much of her dear papa and mamma then.
Noiselessly the happy hours passed, and
Monday morning arrived. Herbert and Charlie
were up early; they were to set off on Tues-
day : how they wished it was come What
a great deal was to be done in those short
hours, so many pets to take leave of, so many
g.ood-byes to say. The pigeons and chickens
received particular attention from Charlie,
though lHerbert, who wished to be thought
manly, did not seem to notice them. But
when they came to pay a last visit to the large
Newfoundland dog in the yard, even Herbert
could not resist throwing his arms round its
neck and giving it a hearty hug.
The anxiously expected morning did come
at last. Grace came early into Rosa's room to
ask her to dress Charlie, as every one else was
busy, and wan;imni wontid T.'lia (]own stairs,





A JoURNEY TXTO 'THE COUNTRY.


"I am nsliy foo,' saidl Ros:i, pevishly ; I
must unlpaek my bske't again, for I cannott
find my gloves anywhere, and there will be no
time to search after breakfast."
"Is this the pair you arc looking for ?
asked Lclia, lifting up two little green gloves
with sadly torn fingers, from under the table."
Oh yes, I should have mended them, but
I had not time. What can be the reason that
you and Grace always have time enough,
while I am so hurried? Indeed, you remind
me of grandmamma's saying, Often in haste,
but never in a hurry.' However, I suppose I
must go to dress Charlie."
But Charlie had no mind to be an early riser
that morning. It was not until Rosa had
cried Wake up, Charlie," several times, in
no very gentle voice, that he opened his
eyes.
What is the matter, Rosa ?" asked the
little boy, looking slowly round; I am so
sleepy."
The matter is, that you must get up at
once, or we shall go without you," was the
reply, for Rosa was not in the most patient of
moods.
Oh, is this Ii -1 ? I do not want to






62 STroIr:I 101o: AT, SF:OXA.

be left behind, so I shall get up directly."
And in a few minutes Charlie was making fair
progress in drc ing.
"Come, sir, be quick; see what trouble I
have with you," said Rosa, intending to give
some further advice, when poor Charlie looked
up, and said, Please, Rosa, do not call me
'sir;' I do wish I were able to dress myself."
Rosa then felt sorry for being so cross, and
kissed her brother very kindly.
lBut these little troubles were soon passed.
Breakfast was ready, and Charlie ready for it.
All the other children seemed too anxious to
begin their journey to care about eating.
Mr. Montgomery now read a chapter from
the Bible, and ev-ery one tried to forget the
busy morning for a few minutes, and join in
the prayer that God would bless, guide, and
keep them all the day, and bring them in
safety to their new lhome.
Of course there was a little bustle after-
wards. Cloaks and boxes -wero brought down
to the hall, and the last trunk was locked.
Then the carriage stood at the door, and the
very horses seemed ready to be off. Mrs.
Montgomery and Grace, Lelia and Charlie,
soon occupied the inside; Herbert sat with






X JOURNEY INTO THE COUNTRiY.


the coachman, while Rosa begged to be al-
lowed to drive with papa in the gig. And
after much kissing of hands they set out.
Very beautiful, indeed, the country looked
that early morning. The meadows were
almost ready for the mower's scythe, and the
long grass bent before the wind as the sha-
dows of the light clouds chased each other
over it. The dew still lay on the hedges, and
here and there a spider's web held some im-
prisoned sunbeams in the diamond drops which
hung about it. Now and then a bean field
filled the air with sweetness, and the ripple of
a hidden stream, or the sound of falling water,
was delicious at that hot season. Every one
enjoyed the drive; but Herbert and Rosa
certainly had the best places for seeing, and
often tried to talk to each other, which, in
their position, was no very easy matter.
See, Rosa, is not this a glorious picture ?"
cried her brother, as they reached the top of a
hill, up which the horses had been toiling
some time; "look, it is framed by the sky
itself."
"It is the largest picture I ever saw, and
the brightest frame," cried Rosa, turning
round and laii.ling,






C i SronIRsE IFo ATI. L Sr


Many w(re the questions Mr. l.. .....
had tO answer during that long- drive, and
Rosa rejoiced in such a variety of new sights.
One little accident, however, did occur. The
sun had become very hot, and Rosa stood up
to look for her parasol, hoping to find shelter
from the bright beams. She intended, also,
helping herself to some of the biscuits Grace
had put in her little basket, as she felt sure
lunch time must have come. But alas! no
basket was to be found. It must have fallen
out. Mr. Montgomery kindly stopped to search
under the seat, but all in vain-the basket
and the biscuits were gone. Rosa was very
sorry, and could have cried; but her papa
spoke cheerfully to her, and drew a paper
parcel from the pocket of his great-coat, which
consoled the little girl for the loss of the
biscuits, though not of the green and white
basket.
By and by the shadows began to grow
longer, and the air cooler, when Herbert sud-
denly clapped his hands, and shouted with
joy, "The sea! the sea!" There it was,
broad, blue, and calm, with little sails in the
far distance, that looked like a bird's white
wing. Charlie's head was out of the window





A JOUlRNEY INtO THE COUNTRY.


in a minute. Lelia, Grace, and Mrs. Mont-
gomery all looked, and were all delighted. In
another half-hour the village was reached, and
their own little cottage near the sands.
How glad the children were when they
peeped in through the parlour window, and
saw the table laid for tea! That dinnerless
people should be hungry was not to be won-
dered at; but who had been thinking of their
wants before their arrival? Old Mr. Deane,
the friend to whom Mr. Montgomery had writ-
ten; and now the silvery head of the old gen-
tleman appeared at the door, and both hands
were extended to welcome the weary tra-
vellers.






66 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


JULY.
RAMBLES ROUND TI'lE ROCKS.


SOME weeks had passed, but Herbert and
Rosa were as much delighted with the sea-side
as on the evening of their arrival. Every-
thing was new to them, and full of wonders.
How pleasant to watch the rising tide, coming
back to give fresh life and joy to thousands of
little creatures which waited among the rocks
for its return! How grand the great waves
sounded as they dashed against the headlands!
But, above all, how delightful to follow the
falling tide, as ripple after ripple retired from
the sands, and search for sea-weeds or shells!
Their papa had explained to them something
about the ebb and flow of the tide, but the
knowledge they had got made them only wish
for more.
One evening as they all sat round the tea-
table, Herbert suddenly said, Well, really,
papa, I am nearly as much puzzled about the






RAMBLE'S ]IOrD TH1 E 1 i Ol K.e


tides as ever. You told me that the moon
draws up the waters over which she is pass-
ing, and so causes high -tide at that spot. I
remember, too, that you said she attracts even
the solid earth itself at the same time, which
makes another high tide at the side of the
world farthest from the moon."
I am glad to find you remember so much,
Herbert; and I shall have great pleasure in
trying to explain any ..-Ih. ilI. that still
puzzles you."
Well, papa, I want to know why we
have two high tides and two low ones cvcry
day."
You must be patient for a few minutes,
my boy, while I tell you the reason. Keep
in mind what you have just told me, that the
moon causes two high tides in some part of the
world at every step of her journey round the
earth. There are always two low ones also,
midway between the high waters. Those waves
follow the moon in her monthly motion round
the earth; and, as you know, the world turns
round on its own axis once every day, so each
place passes through two swells and two low
tides in twenty-four hours and fifty minutes."
Oh, papa, I remember you showdcl me
r2





GS STORIES I'll .L.


how the world moved round this way," inter-
rupted Charlie, as he sprang from his chair
and twited and turned so quickly, that at
length he knocked violently against Grace,
and fell on the carpet. No tears, however,
followed, and Grace only laughed, saying she
thought this practical lesson in astronomy was
rather a Ihrrd one.
But, papa," said Hebebert, I remarked
a very curious thing this evening. There is a
nice smooth stone on the beach, and for more
than a week I have sat there reading every
evening; but when I looked at it just now it
was quite covered with water, and I am sure
the tide was very much higher than ever it
had ,ibeen before since we came here. This is
only half the wonder, for in the middle of the
day I ran out to look, and the water had gone
so far away, that I thought we might soon
almost walk across the bay."
But before you got there, my boy, I dare
say you found that the tide was hurrying back
to its old place again."
Just so, papa ; but I do want to know the
reason of all this."
We are now having what are called spring-
tide.: these tak- p1,:ce at the time of new




]HAMBLES ROUND T11: ROCKS.


moon, when the sun and moon are both on the
same side of the earth, and also at full moon,
when they are on opposite sides. The sun
and moon then act in concert, and attract,
or pull the same way, and the water rises
higher and falls lower than at any other time.
But at the first and last quarters of the moon
the sun, instead of acting with the moon, draws
the opposite way, thus causing the tides both
at cbb and flow to be small. They are called
neap-tides;" and Mr. Montgomery took out
his pencil and drew a little picture, which
helped the children to understand it better.
I shall not tell you any more at present,"
continued Mr. Montgomery, for I see Charlie
rubbing his eyes as if he wished to visit
dream-land. But if to-morrow be fine, per-
haps we may have a ramble round the rocks
to look for curious things."
"Oh, papa," shouted Charlie, bringing
down his hands from his half-closed lids to
clap them with joy at so pleasant a prospect,
"indeed I do not want to go to bed; I am
not the least sleepy now." What little boy
of seven ever was? However, sweet sleep,
which is so slightly valued till we know its
loss, came ere long to older eyes than Charlie's:






70 sroRTiS iF AIL. Sf:qSOxS.


lights might be sen1 in the bed-room windows,
and then all was dark and quiet for some
hours.
Every one knows th th the sun is an early
riser on a July morn. But lHerbert stood at
the window, peeping out before the golden
beams of morning iight had brightened the
grey clouds that hung about the cast. ite
saw that the tide was very high, and knew
that there would be no use in visiting the
sands for several hours. Thinking, also, that
another doze might be rather comfortable, lie
took his place again in bed. While the boys
slept the sun was very active, rising higher
and higher, and the tide just as busy falling
lower and lower. And when they woke, the
green rocks, where the slippery sea-weed
grew, were seen, and Rosa's merry voice was
heard at the door calling for Herbert.
Though it was not really late, Lelia Grant
had already had a quiet little talk with her
cousin Grace about some verses in her much-
loved Bible. She had found several that
morning which spoke of the sea, and God's
power over it. The sea is his, and he made
it." Psalm xcv. 5. Thou rules the raging
of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou






RAMBLES ROUND THE ROCKS.


stillest them." Psalm lxxxix. 9. And those
words in Job, where the Lord said, "Hitherto
shalt thou come, but no -further: and here
shall thy proud waves be stayed;" with others
that we cannot mention here, but which our
little readers may find for themselves if they fol-
low Lelia's example and search the Scriptures.
Come, come, girls, will you ever be
ready?" cried Herbert, as lie waited at the
cottage door for his sisters and cousin. "Papa
is waiting: do be quick."
But while Herbert muttered something about
the length of time which girls always took to
dress, Rosa, as usual, had to look for some-
thing at the last moment. The large brown
hat which she had worn only yesterday was
not to be found. Closets were hastily opened
and shut, likely and unlikely drawers ex-
amined, Mrs. Montgomery's work-basket over-
turned, and at length the lost hat was found
under an arm-chair in the parlour.
A rapid walk made up for the delay, and
soon our party was among the rocks.
"What a lovely view!" cried Grace.
" Could there be a finer contrast than those
dark, rugged, old cliffs-the bright green fields
beyond, and the deep blue bay ?"






72 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


Beautiful, indeed! said her mother. I
think such spots may remind us of what the
world was before sin entered, and point us
forward to those still brighter days yet to
come."
Just look, mamma, how I can jump over
these rocks without any help," cried Charlie,
drawing away his hand from his mother's
gentle grasp. Take care, take care," had
scarcely been uttered, when the little boy
sprang forward, slipped, and would have fallen
if Herbert had not caught him. Charlie now
advanced with a slower and more steady step.
He soon picked up a shell, the bright colours
of which delighted him very much; but, after
holding it tightly in his hand for a few
minutes, he flung it away, declaring that it
had bitten him.
You foolish child," said Rosa; "shells
never bite."
But perhaps some cruel monster might be
hiding in this one," said Mr. Montgomery,
smiling. Pick it up again, and let us put
it into this rock-pool and watch it a moment."
Oh, see!" shouted Herbert, "it is mov-
ing. A little crab is coming out of it."
You are right, my son; this little crab,





1[AMBL,'S ROUND THE ROCKS.


which is called Bernard the Hermit, or the
Soldier, generally takes up his abode in an
empty shell. If he admires one already occu-
pied, lie drags out the owner, dines on him,
and then seizes on his dwelling. If we had
time to examine this little soldier carefully
we should find that it is not entirely covered
with armour, like most of its relations, but
that the hinder part of its body would be en-
tirely unprotected, if instinct had not guided
it to find a safe covering and retreat in the
shell of some other fish. Let us take a few
home, and by putting them into a bowl of sea-
water we can examine them at our leisure."
Five or six were placed in what Rosa called
her curiosity-can a nice little tin vessel,
which could hold some water and a great
many sea things besides, and that had a cover
fall of holes to let the air in. Lelia and
Herbert had wandered a little in advance, and
now returned, begging Mr. Montgomery to
tell them the name of a very curious, round,
prickly thing they had just found.
Show it," cried Iosa ; it is just like a
little hedgehog, or a burr. Papa, what can
it be?"
A common sea-urchin, my love; and,






74 STonIES FoR ALL SEASONS.


though common, it is not the less curious
We should require a microscope to examine
this creature fully. You see it is covered
with prickles, or spines: could you count
their number ?"
"I suppose there are a hundred, papa," said
Charlie, who was gazing at the sea-urchin.
Forty times as many, Charlie. A mo-
derate-sized urchin bears about 4000, and each
spine has a small hollow at its base, into which
fits a bead-like ball that rises from the surface
of the shell."
Well, those are the smallest cups and balls
I ever heard of," cried Herbert.
If you saw this little creature swimming
joyously through the water, you would admire
it still more; but even now we can see in this
work of God so much wisdom and goodness,
that the words of the psalmist come to my
memory: 0 Lord, how manifold are thy
works! in wisdom hast thou made all: the
earth is full of thy riches. So is this great
and wide sea, wherein are things creeping
innumerable, both small and great beasts.' "
But do look here, papa," cried Rosa; I
have found a most beautiful flower between
two rocks. "11 .:.- are its pink and green






11.IMBLES ROUND THE ROCKS.


leaves. Oh, it is really alive; the leaves are
like horns now. They are all gone; the
moment I touched it my .. i changed into
a bit of jelly."
Every one pressed round to see this wonder,
and papa soon discovered that it was a sea-
anemone which had surprised his little daughter
so much. lie told them that though these
anemones looked like flowers, they were really
animals, and very voracious ones too, as the
poor little shell-fish, crabs, or worms which
venture near that pretty fringe soon learn.
There were many different kinds, some grey,
some red, some white, while others were
spotted like strawberries.
I want to find some of those," said
Charlie. Oh, Herbert, do not you wish the
real strawberries would come back again ?"
Here is a strawberry-anemone; would you
like to have it ?" inquired his brother. But the
little boy had not forgotten his adventure with
the crab, and preferred keeping sea-creatures
at a respectful distance.
The search was continued until the fast re-
turning waves forced our party to hasten
homeward, with weary limbs, but light hearts
and a very heavy curiosity-can.





STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


AUGUST.
THE TIIUNDER-STORM.


EVER since they came to the sea-side, Her-
bert Montgomery had been entreating his
parents to allow him to take a long sail in a
little yacht that belonged to their old friend
Mr. Dcane. Many things had combined to
defer this expected pleasure. At length, one
bright afternoon in August, when the broad
bay lay in stillness, and the shadows of the
boats with their white sails were only broken
by the ripple which the light breeze caused
here and there, IHerbert came running to find
his father, and ask leave to go sailing.
Ah, do, dear papa, say yes. The 'Gipsy'
is just ready to start; Mr. Deane himself is
going, and has invited me."
Mrs. Montgomery looked up anxiously from
her work, and glanced at one small cloud
which lay in the distant sky. But, as she
knew herself to be naturally timid, and felt





THE TTIUNlIER-STORM.


rather gratified by the courage of her eldest
son, she said nothing to oppose his plans.
I may go, papa, may I not?" and Herbert
stood with his hand on the door, waiting for a
reply. Permission was soon granted.
Very pretty the "Gipsy" looked as she
rocked gently, with spread sails, and the flag
at the mast-head. After a short row Mr.
Deane and Herbert stepped on board, and,
with one old sailor and a boy for crew, the
boat soon sped before the breeze. At first
the motion seemed rather unpleasant to Her-
bert, and all his boldness was required when
the wind, which was rising higher every
moment, filled the sails, and bent the boat
until one side almost touched the water. But
his spirits rose in the clear fresh air, and he
began to think how pleasant the life of a sea-
gull must be, as it hovers wild and free over
the breaking billows. Mr. Deane stood at the
helm, and, after about an hour's sailing, told
his young companion to say good-bye for the
present to the white cottage, as they were just
going to turn sharp round a headland, which
would hide it from view. Herbert rose and
waved his handkerchief, and some one from
the window held out a white handkerchief, I-






78 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


felt sure, though the distance was too great to
see that it was his mother.

"Was not that a flash of lightning, my
dear ?" said Mrs. Montgomery to her husband,
as the shades of twilight were falling round
the cottage that evening. "I must call the
children in. How suddenly it has grown
dark! There is the distant thunder, too. Oh!
I wish Herbert were at home."
And no wonder the loving mother should
feel uneasy. Flash followed flash, and the
deep thunder-peal rang nearer and nearer.
A dull leaden cloud, which shrouded the sky,
now burst in heavy rain-drops. Rosa and
Lelia sat pale and trembling, while poor
Charlie was still worse able to conceal his
fears. Mr. Montgomery alone stood at the
window, which he had warned his children
not* to approach, and strained his eyes, to
catch, if possible, a glimpse of the white sails
of the yacht. But, alas! he looked in vain.
No white thing was to bo seen except, here
and there, the snowy crest of a wave as it
dashed and broke against the rocks. All was
dark, above, beneath, around, within.
Where was Mrs. Montgomery now? In the






THE THUNDEI-STORM.


silence of her own room, praying for her son.
With streaming eyes and clasped hands she
implored God, for Christ's sake, to spare her
boy. "0 Lord," she prayed, "for thy be-
loved Son's sake save my son. Oh, forgive
his sins. Oh, spare him; but if thou hast
appointed him to die, grant that his precious
soul may live before thee." One ray of com-
fort seemed to cheer her as she remembered
these words, He asked life of thee, and thou
gavest it him, even length of days for ever
and ever," Psalm xxi. 4. 0 Father," she
added, "give him eternal life, teach him to
come to Jesus by faith."
Long after the children had retired to rest,
the thunder-storm continued to rage. About
midnight the lightning ceased, but the large
rain-drops still fell heavily, and the wind
blew roughly. Sometimes Mrs. Montgomery
fancied she heard a cry, but, after listening a
moment, the moaning of the sea-breeze and
the dashing of the waves were the only sounds
which met her ear. The whole night was
spent at the window. Mr. Montgomery read
the forty-sixth Psalm, and tried to point
his wife to Him who is a refuge and a very
present help in time of trouble; but his





80 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


own heart was nearly breaking about his
Herbert.
Through the early part of that night the
little yacht, far out at sea, struggled with the
wind and waves. The suddenness of the storm
had quite surprised Mr. Deane, and he saw
the only hope of safety was to keep the Gipsy"
before the wind. For a while this answered
well, and many a time she sprang on the back
of the bending billow, which passed growling
beneath her keel. But the wind suddenly
changed, and a mighty wave dashed against
the side and overturned the frail bark. A
scream of horror arose. I'm lost, lost, lost!
Lord Jesus, save me," cried Herbert. The
yawning deep seemed to open: he felt sinking
-and he felt no more.
Was no effort made to save the drowning
boy ? Oh yes, Mr. Deane tried to hold his
head above water, for he was far more anxious
about Herbert's life than his own; but the
good man was not equal to the task. The
sailors, who could swim well, sought their own
safety, and cared little for anything else. But
God was a present help. He had heard the
prayers offered in his Son's name. A ship
was near. Returning from a long voyage, her





THE TIIUNDER-STORnM.


captain and crew were pressing homeward
under every sail, and, but for the storm, would
have anchored in the bay an hour ago. There
was work, however, for them to do in the
very spot where they were.
The flashing lightning lit up the wreck as
the captain paced the deck of his ship. He
could not see much, but he saw that fellow-
creatures were in danger of perishing, and that
was enough for him. lie ordered the life-boat
to be lowered, and four sailors offered them-
selves as rowers. The strong and willing arms
soon brought the boat near the drowning men,
who blessed God and thanked their brave de-
liverers for this timely help. At that moment
Herbert Montgomery rose to the surface, and
was lifted in also, and the life-boat returned
to the ship. All means were used to restore
the sufferers, but for a long time little success
seemed to attend their efforts, so far as Her-
bert was concerned. Mr. Deane, too, was so
much exhausted that they feared he would not
recover; but after some time lie opened his
eyes, and asked, Does the lad live ?" "(Wo
fear not," replied the captain, who stood by.
"Hoe must not die," was the answer, as he
dashed aside the blankets which had been






82 STORTES FoP, AUT SEASONS.


wrapped round him, and, forgetting his own
weakness, joined in the ellorts to restore Her-
bert.
And the means were blessed, for by-and-by
his chest heaved, his pulse began to beat re-
gularly, warmth returned to his frame, and
colour to his cheek.
The storm had sunk into rest, and the morn-
ing broke bright and beautiful. Hour nfter
hoir passed, and still Mrs. Montgomery
watched. All she almost dared to hope now
was, that the body of her beloved boy might
be found. She paid no attention to the arrival
of a ship which had just anchored before their
windows, and from which a boat was coming
rapidly to shore. But when the party landed,
and she saw Mr. Deane walking toward the
cottage, followed by a sailor bearing what she
supposed to be her lifeless son, the sight was
too much for her, and she sank on the ground.
What joy awaited her our little readers already
know; for when she opened her eyes again,
Herbert stood by her, pale indeed, and weak,
but living. Words cannot express the joy-
fulness that filled her heart. There is just
one meeting more joyful still. It is when a
mother meets her child in heaven; for she





TIHE TIUNDIER-STOIRr.


knows it is not only safe then, but safe for
ever.
The delight of the children knew no bounds;
they crowded round Herbert, and nearly over-
whelmed him with questions and kisses. But
he was very weak still, and was obliged to
spend many days on a sofa, or pillowed up in
an arm-chair. During those quiet days Mrs.
Montgomery generally sat near him, sometimes
reading aloud, sometimes busy with her needle.
But she was never too busy to speak to her son
about Christ and the way to heaven.
Herbert, dear," she said one evening, "I
have been thinking, ever since that sad night,
how much we owe to God for preserving your
life. I owe him my son, given a second time
to me. You owe him your life, your heart;
will not you give them ? Our heavenly Father
says, My son, give me thine heart.' "
"Mamma," replied Herbert, in a low and
earnest tone, I feel as if I could not give my
heart to God, it is so evil; but oh! I will ask
God to take it and make it holy."
Remember, Herbert, Jesus said, Him that
cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.' Tell
God what you have just told me, and say,
'Take my heart, Lord, for I cannot give it to
1: 2






84 STORITES FOR ALT, SEASONS.


thee; and when thou hast taken it keep it for
thyself, for I cannot keep it for thee. Oh,
pardon my sins, and give me thy Holy Spirit,
I pray thee, for the Saviour's sake. Amen.' "
Do you think God will hear me ? I have
asked him very often lately to forgive my sins.
Oh, I never before knew what a bad thing sin
was; but when I was sinking under the dark,
cold waves, I felt it then. I feel it now."
You have not forgotten these words, Her-
bert: 'The blood of Jesus Christ his Son
cleanscth us from all sin.' Such a Saviour is
very precious to those who feel their sins. You
do not doubt that lie is able to save; doubt not
that he is willing also. Let me sing my
favourite hymn for you; and in a clear, sweet
voice, Mrs. Montgomery sang-
"I lay my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the accursed load.

I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in his blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains."

"I shall love him for ever and ever if he





TIlE THnNnDER-STORM. 85

does that for me," said Herbcrt, with tears:
" how good, how kind Jesus is! Will not you
pray to him, dear mamma, for me?"
And, with his hands clasped in her own,
Mrs. Montgomery knelt by the side of her son,
and offered up a simple, earnest prayer, in
which he fervently joined. Do not the angels
look down with pleasure on such a scene?
Yes; There is joy in the presence of the
angels of God over one sinner that repentcth."






86 STORIES FOP. ALL SrSONSn.


SEPTEMBEIR.
THEi IIARVESLT 110H1E.


IT was late one cvning in the beginning of
September, after a busy day in the corn-liehls:
Minnie Paton sat by her mother, who was
working near the window. IThey had watched
the reapers returning from ithe fields, and seen
the cart, laden with ripe grain, wind slowly
round the road and turn into the farm-yard.
They had sten Willie Brouwn too, as he passed
by with a small handle of heat he had been
allowed to glean. And now the harvest moon
was rising behind the hill, and silvering every-
thing with her soft beams.
Oh, mother, look," cried little Minnie,
" did you ever sec anything so beautiful ? )o,
please, put biy your work, and let us ftlk."
"I think we are talking, dear," said 3Mrs.
Paton, quietly flying up her work ; ut I
know what you mean: you would like to sit
in my lap to watch the moon and see the stars
peep out."





Till: II\ItVIsT HOME.


As I used long a-,,, im.otla r;" and in a
minute the little girl wvs i:l hlr mother's
arims, and looking with earnest wonder at t oh
beautiful sret in without.
Well, dear motlhr," l~igan Minnie., I
aml smire this is the nivest, season of' then year,
1and the best time of the day, and ite liplpi(st
place in the world, hire where I :ml now.
And see, Iiotlh r, tl( re i- your sliOIw on the
wall of our own% little hiitlihen, and tll re I am
too, in your la). Ohi how happy 1 am."
Indeedti. Mlinnic. y 1'. lii hli'y :1 at evitry
season, but llither i' nlllih to) m;ik u: t;al,mnkfull
at harvest-time. Gnd hias maide' ll st'd,
which the Tirnmer sowed many miilliths ago,
grow up and ripen until the fields 1are1 lill(
with grain."
"Did not the showers lelp to ma11k it growV
and the sunshine to rip(n it ?" asked .Minnie;
" and will not every one hIave a (t:ioughl to
eat? Poor Willie Brown, I ami glad lie lh:t
got some."
The harvest-time makes meo happy for
another reason too, Mini(," added hir mother;
"it shows nme how God keeps his promises.
Do you remember a promise God made about
harvest, more than four thousand years ago?"






88 STORIES FOR ALL SEASONS.


Minnie did not quite understand how a little
girl of her age could be expected to recollect
anything that happened so long ago, but her
mother repeated Genesis viii. 22: "While the
earth remaineth, seed-time and harvest, and
cold and heat, and summer and winter, and
day and night shall not cease :" and reminded
Minnie how God never changes, but is always
true to his word.
"Now, mother, that makes me remember
our minister's text last Sunday. 'They joy
before thee according to the joy in harvest'
(Isaiah ix. 3). He told us of the kindness of
our Father in heaven, and how we ought to
love him. But then lie talked of another
harvest, and of some happy harvest-home; and
I thought he meant heaven."
"It was heaven he meant, Minnie ; it filled
my heart with joy to listen to him as he told
us of the home above where we should meet
those we had wept and prayed for, and led to
Jesus, who alone is the Way to that bright
world. I hope to meet my Eddy there. Shall
I meet my little girl there also ? I trust I shall,
and her dear father too."
God grant it!" added a solemn voice, which
made both Mrs. Paton and Minnie start, as





THE HARVEST HOME.


. another shadow flitted across the wall. They
looked up, and the clear moonbeams fell full
on the weather-beaten face of a sailor. It was
John Paton. He had returned a few days ago
from a long voyage, his ship had put into a
seaport at some distance, and, as soon as he
could get leave, he started for home. IHe had
travelled many miles that day, and, like other
sailors, was soon weary of a land journey; but
as the coach stopped for the night in the town
just by, he resolved to walk on and give his
wife a joyful surprise. As he came near his
own cottage his heart beat quickly; he had
heard of Eddy's death, and dreaded lest any
other loved one might have followed him to
the grave. But his joy was very great when,
on approaching the open window, he heard
the voices of Minnie and her mother, and lis-
tened to his own name so kindly mentioned.
We must allow our dear little readers to
imagine for themselves the happy meeting of
this family after being so long parted. But
we may tell them that Minnie sat up later that
night than ever she had done in her life be-
fore, and that John Paton had much to tell
about his voyage which interested her. Perhaps
the part of his story which delighted Minnie






90 STOlnIE FOP ALL S..\5 ONs.


most was when he told them that the very
last night he spent on sea he had been able to
save some persons from drowning. A little
yacht had been upset at some distance from
their vessel, a violent storm raged, his captain
saw the accident and lowered the life-boat,
which lie and some of his brave comrades
rowed to the spot. The drowning men were
helped into the boat, and one lad who seemed
already dead was lifted in by the strong arms
of John 1'aton. When the morning light re-
turned, he saw the features of Herbert Mont-
gomery, and felt grateful to God for having
been permitted to bear a part in the rescue.
Then Minnie had so many questions to ask her
father. Did he die? Did he get quite well
again? How was Miss Grace ? And especi-
ally when might she be expected at Old Park
and the Sunday-school ? Before, however, her
curiosity was half satisfied, her father said
they ought to return thanks to God for all his
mercies, and in words few and simple he led
the evening prayer, to which Mrs. Paton, with
weeping eyes, added a heartfelt Amen.
We must now ask our readers to step across
with us to Willie Brown's cottage, and glance
at the poor lame boy; but they must tread





THE HIARiVEST IIOEl,.


lightly, fo r os, of the inmates are sleeping.
Willie alone tosses on his poor bed. Every-
thing around him is indeed poor, but lie is used
to that broken roof and those hare walls; that
cannot be the reason lie looks so unhappy.
There is no keen wild now to make him
shiver, yet lie trembles from head to foot.
What can be the matter ? There is something
disturbs his mind; if lie were in a palace lie
could not be happy now.
He had spent the day in one of Mr. Mont-
gomery's fields gleaning after the reapers; and
when they went to dinner Willic sat down to
rest under the shade of a thick-set hedge. He
had no dinner to cat, and nobody offered him
any. So lie sat on the ground and looked at
the sheaves. Some were piled up, others lay
on the field just as they had been cut, while
farther away a few golden ears still stood up-
right waiting for the reaper's sickle. This was
the last field, and Willie felt a little sad, for
lie had not been able to gather so much as
other children who were strong and active;
and even his own brothers sometimes called
him an idle fellow, though lie was by no means
idle, but only lame.
After some moments, however, lie thought





92 STORIES FOOR ALL BEASOES.


he saw a very bright spot among the stubble:
it shone like glass; he longed to know what it
might be. He crept to the place, and found
that the dazzling object was nothing less than
half-a-crown. How eagerly he grasped the
treasure He was poor no longer; what might
he not get for half-a-crown ? There were so
many things he wanted, the difficulty was to
choose between them. Of course he wanted
his dinner, but he did not remember that just
now. And he was in great want of a coat for
Sunday, as his every-day jacket was sadly
out at the elbows; and then Tom Jones' new
cap looked so smart, he wished for one like it.
And-- ; but he would return to the shade
of the hedge and think about it. He sat down
again, took the money in his hand and turned
it over and over. Suddenly the thought
struck him, The money is not yours, Willie.
You should try to find the owner."
This voice of conscience was not pleasant,
and he tried to stifle it. But it would come
back. He now began to argue with that faith-
ful monitor. How could he know who had
lost the silver ? he had found it-was not that
enough? Then lie was sure none of the la-
bourers had dropped it; they would not be






TIHE TIARtIEST HOMIE.


likely to have so much in their pockets ; and
if it were Mlr. Power, the steward, lie had
plenty of money and never shared it with the
poor, so he was not to be pitied. Did Willie
convince himself that he was right in keeping
what did not belong to him ? No, indeed;
for when the men came back to work, the
half-crown was quickly slipped into his pocket,
and he turned pale as Mr. Power came to him
and asked, in rather a rough tone, if he had
not better be busy. Willie got up and tried
to glean; but oh, there was a weight about
him that evening which made gleaning hard
work. It was the half-crown. When the
last sheaf was cut and the men left the field
he did not join them, but waited until all were
gone, and then crept slowly and sadly home.
lie dared not show the money to his mother;
and after scarcely tasting the supper she set
before him, lie went to bed. Not to rest,
however. He was now more sad than ever.
lHe took the secret treasure from his pocket
and held it in his hand under the clothes; but
one eye could see it even there : that bright full
moon reminded him of God who had made it
shine. lie tried to fall asleep, but when his
lids closed he thought he felt the glance of





94 *,1hrllTE FOR AIT, srX$oNS.


that All-seeing eye, and le trembled for fear.
" Thou God sest me," sounded like thunder
in his cars. Then he thought how dreadful
it would be if he died that niglt-tlhat mo-
ment.
In great trouble of mind he left his bed,
fell on his lnees, covered his face, and tried
to pray. lnt lie could not; his words, his
very thoughts, seemed gone. However, one
poor little prayer was at length uttered, and
heard too, for (od was now guiding his erring
child to do what was right. Late though it
was, Willie made up his mind to find Mr.
Power, give him the half-crown, if it were
his, and ask hiiip to keep it until an owner was
found if it were not. lie hurried on his
scanty clothes, softly passed through the
kitchen, and got out into the clear, fresh
night air, without having awakened any of
the tired sleepers.
Now that lie was fiirly out he began to
consider the best way of reaching Mr. Power.
He thought it most likely that lie was with
the supper party at the barn; but then, how
could he venture in and return the money be-
fore so many persons ? They might call him
thief for keeping it so long, or a fool for





THE itARVEsT 1no10t


giving it back at all. But what need he care
for names if he did right ? He would go to
the barn. And so he did, as quickly as lame-
ness and weary limbs would permit. He could
see, as he came nigh the half-open door, that
the reapers were just rising from a table
where a part .of the feast lay scattered, and
that they were about to depart. Above the
other loud voices he could hear that of Mr.
Power. He was sure of meeting him now.
So he stepped back into the shade until the
steward came out, and then springing forward
he told the story of the half-crown, and placed
it with trembling hand in the hard man's
grasp. 'Tis mine of course, boy," said Mr.
Power: "yon should have given it to me at
once. No wonder people are poor who have
never learned to be honest;" and, carefully
slipping the money into his pocket, he walked
away. Bitterly did Willie feel the cutting
words he had received instead of thanks. But
he knew he had done his duty. In the
strength of God he had overcome strong
temptation. Poor Willie Brown was a con-
queror. His conscience was at peace: his
heavenly Father was pleased; and, as ho again
returned home and crept into his humble bed,






96 s'roiraEs onR ALT, SEASONS.

lie could fi'el the sweetness of those precious
words: If we confess our sins, Ile is faith-
ful and just to forgive us our sins, and to
cleanse us from all unrighteousness."-1 Jolh
i. 9.





THE FADIG L EAF.


OCTOBER.
THE FADIXC LEAF'.


"I AM so glad to be home again, our dear
old park looks so beautiful," said Rosa Mont-
gomery half aloud, as she stood once more at
the school-room window the morning after
their return from the sea-side. And still
everything is changed since we left. The
flowers are nearly gone. The corn fields are
all reaped. The trees have lost-"
What are you saying about the trees,
Rosa?" asked Charlie, who at this moment
entered the room panting for breath, I have
just been running among the dry leaves. Do
come out; it is so nice to hear the fine noise
they make under my feet. I can show you
ever so many birds' nests, too. Where can
the birds be gone? I wonder if they are
hiding from the cold. We really must ask
ppapa."
"I shall go in a minute, Charlie," said
a




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