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    Frontispiece
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MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


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CHAPTER I.

IT was the twilight of a short day in
early winter, when Mrs. Ellis entered
the room where her two children had
been playing. Little Mary jumped up
from her seat, exclaiming:-
"Dear mother, we were wishing you
would come! We are tired of playing,
and have been telling stories to each
other. Georgie has been telling me a




MOTHIEr TRUS 8TOmIES.


true one, mother; we like true stories
so much the best."
And what true story has he been
telling you ?" asked her mother.
One that you told him a little while
ago, about two people who lived in a
beautiful garden; and he says that you
know a great many such stories; that,
you have learned them out of that great
book you read every morning."
"Yes, mother," interrupted George,
"the Bible, you know; and *e tant
you to tell some of them to us; j0i
you, mamma? I have been tell
Mary all about Adam and Eve i t
"I am glad, Georgie, that you remem.
ber so well what I have told you. Yes,
I can repeat many suoo storie oout of




MOTHrn'8 TBRUE TOBIES.


the Bible; and I do not wonder that
you like true stories best. It is so
much pleasanter, when we hear any-
thing, to think, All this really hap-
pened,' than to have to say to our-
selves, 'None of this is true; nobody
ever did so.'"
"I think so too, mother," answered
the wise little George; and now, while it
is so dark that you cannot read nor sew,
will you tell us one of these stories ? "
Mrs. Ellis smiled, and, sitting down
by the fire, she took Mary, the young st,
in her lap, while George was not long
in placing a stool at her feet for his
own convenience, where, as he said, he
could look right up in her face, and she
began her story.




MOTHER'8 TRUE 8TORUM.


A great while ago, there were not
near so many people in the world as
there are now, but almost every one was
wicked. Men used to do just as they
pleased; and there was nothing heard
but quarrelling and fighting. There was
one good old man, however, who never
did such things. It grieved him to see
how wicked his neighbors were; and he
would try to persuade them to do bet-
ter, but they did not mind him. He
and his family used to keep themselves
apart from these bad men; and although
they were the only ones who did right,
while others laughed at and mocked
them, they still worshipped God and
obeyed his laws.
"At last God told thi -good, man,





MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


that there would soon be a great flood
to drown all these wicked men. He
told him to build a large vessel, so t|t,
when the flood came, he and his family
might be saved in it.
People did not go to sea then, as
they do now; and this may have been
the first vessel ever built. It was not a
ship, but rather a huge floating house,
having no masts nor sails, for it was
merely intended to float on top of the
water.
So Noah, for that was the old man's
name, set to work to make this great
vessel. It took many years to build it,
and all the while he preached to the
people, trying to make them repent of
their sins; but they only laughed at





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him, and would not believe what he
said of the great deluge which was
coming.
"So Noah quietly finished his vessel,
and put provisions into it, and collected
some living animals to take with him;
for of course such a flood would drown
the beasts as well as the men. God had
directed him to save a pair of each kind
of creature; and to save more than two
of the most useful animals, such as sheep
and oxen.
"At last it began to rain violently,
and Noah, with his family and all the
creatures, went into the ark, as it is
called, and shut the door. Then how
it rained! for more than a month it
poured constantly; while all the rivers




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overflowed, and the waves of the sea
rose over the land, and buried every-
thing under the water."
"0 mother," said little Mary, "was
everybody else drowned ?"
Yes, Mary, everybody who lived, ex-
cept the eight who were in the ark.
This great vessel floated on the water,
rising higher and higher as the water
rose. One day, as they looked out, the
family of Noah could see the tops of
the trees above the waves, but the next
day they were hidden, and at last not
even the summits of the mountains
could be seen."
"How long did the flood last, moth-
er ? "
About six months. Then the water





MOTrHER' TRUE 510113.


began to run off into the sea again, and
the ark sank down and settled upon the
side of a hill. Then Noah took one of
the birds he had in the ark, a raven,
-and, opening a window, let him fly.
The raven never came back, for such
birds eat the flesh of dead animals, and
he found plenty of food. Then Noah
let out a beautiful dove; but doves do
not eat such food as ravens do, and the
poor dove soon came flying back for
Noah to take her into the ark again.
"After a few days, he sent her out a
second time, and, as she flew over the
water, she saw an olive-tree putting out
its green leaves, and looking fresh and
spring-like. This dear little dove was
so glad to see the leaves again, that she





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plucked one off, and flew back to Noah
with it; as much as to say, The flood is
over: see this beautiful green leaf!'
"So he knew the water was almost
gone. He waited some time longer, and
when the ground was dry enough, he
and all his household came out into the
fresh air, and rejoiced to see the new
grass and flowers, and to feel safe after
that terrible storm."
"What became of the little dove "
asked Mary.
0, she only stayed with Noah a few
days after she brought the olive-leaf,
and then she flew away, and built a nest
in one of the trees, I suppose. Noah
and his family were very grateful to God
for saving their lives all that long time,





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and for making the earth so beautiful
again."
Were they not afraid that the wa-
ter would come back again and drown
them? said George. "I should have
wanted to live on one of the highest
mountains, for fear it should."
"They would have been afraid," an-
swered his mother, but God promised
them he never would send another flood;
and he showed them a beautiful rain-
bow in the clouds, telling them to re-
member his promise whenever they saw
a rainbow.
"Do you recollect, children, that
splendid bow we saw last summer after
the thunder-shower, when we were at
the seaside ? "





MOTHER'S TRUE STOXIS.


"0 yes!" cried little Mary.
"How beautiful it was!" added
George; "you know, mother, it seemed
to arch right over the ocean, and one
end looked as if it stood in the waves.
Did you think of the flood when you
saw it ? "
Yes, Georgie, I always think of God's
promise when I see a rainbow; and I
love to thank him for saving us from
such dreadful storms and floods as the
one I have been telling you about.
"But it is now time for candles; per-
haps to-morrow I will tell you another
true story."











CHAPTER II.


IT was scarcely dark the next after.
noon, when Mrs. Ellis was eagerly re-
minded by her children of the expected
story. As they drew her to the fire,
and took their places to listen, George
began with an important question.
Mamma, you were telling us yester-
day about Noah; where did he live?
It was not in this country, was it ?" .
"No, my dear, I do not believe any-
body lived in this country then. Noah
lived in Asia and it was there that the




MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES. 18

Deluge took place. I will show you
to-morrow on your map exactly where
he lived, in the western part of Asia;
and all the people I shall tell you about
ived either in Asia or in Egypt, which
you remember is in the northern part
Af Africa.
"You shall hear to-night of a very
good man indeed, named Abraham. He
ways tried to do what he knew to be
right; and to obey the commands of
God. When he was living with his
Father and all his family, a voice "from
Eleaven bade him go and live in another
country far from his friends; he did not
hesitate a moment, for he knew that
whatever God commands is best for us;
a he went away, with his wife, and lived
Sthe land pointed out to him.

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WIeNU' ThW3 W*ZUS


I cannot tell you how many times
he obeyed this heavenly voice, even
when it was very hard to do so; but one
time was the hardest of all. He had
a son named Isaac, a good child, whom
he loved dearly; but God commanded
him to take this son of his, and to go
to a mountain at some distance, and
there offer him up for a burnt-offering."
A burnt-offering, mamma! said
George; what is that ? "
In those times, my dear, people did
not have churches as we do, where we
go to worship God; they used to build
altars, and burn something that they
valued upon them, as an acknowledg-
ment that all they had came from God,
and was to be used in his servio.




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Every summer,, for instance, they
brought the first fruits which ripened,
and the first corn, and offered it up to
God as a thank-offering. Their prin-
cipal riches were sheep and cattle; and
very often they would kill a lamb or a
kid, and burn it on.an altar, praying and
giving thanks to God."
"But did God tell Abraham to kill
his little boy? asked Mary, in a tone
of distress.
"God did it to prove Abraham's obe.
dience, Mary. As if I should tell you
to do some very hard thing, knowing
that, if you loved me truly, you would
obey. If Abraham was willing to sac.
rifice his darling child, it Was a proof
that he would do anything, however




MOTHER TRUE STORIES.


hard, that God commanded him. Do
you understand me ? "
"Yes, mamma; but did he do it ? "
(It was in the night that Abraham
heard the command. Rising early in
the morning, he called his son Isaac,
and two servants; he saddled an ass,
and, taking some wood to build a fire,
he set out for the mountain, without
telling any one what he was going to
do. He was so sorrowful that he could
not bear to speak of the voice he had
heard, and he hoped that God in some
way would save his child.
"When they came near the moun-
tain, he told the servants to wait with
the ass, while he .and the boy went to
worship. So he gave the wood to Isaac




NOTrZa 'r TravI WaTMsa


b carry, and taking a knife and a light-
d torch in his hand, they went on to-
ether up the mountain. After walking
little way, Isaac said:
"'Father, here is the fire and the
rood; but where is the lamb for a
urnt-offering ?'
"Abraham answered, 'My son, God
rill provide himself a lamb for a burnt-
Wering.'
"When they came to the place, he
built an altar of stones, laid the wood
a it, and, putting Isaac on the wood,
>ok up the knife to slay his son.
"Just then an angel called to him
om heaven, and bade him stop! 0
Dw glad Abraham was to hear that
ord, and to know that God did not





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intend he should truly put his boy to
death!
"The angel told him that, since he
had not hesitated to give up his dar-
ling child to God, he would bless him
all his life, and make him happy; and
that his son too should be blessed.
Then Abraham, looking round, saw a
sheep caught in some bushes; so he
took that and sacrificed it for a burnt-
offering, giving many thanks to God."
I am very glad he did not kill him,"
said little Mary, half crying. "How
happy Isaac must have been to get home
to his mother again "
"Now, children," said their mother,
"cannot you think of one thing we may
learn from this story.? God sometimes





XNyftflm's TAUE STOzIE,


requires us to give up what we love,
because he sees that it is best we should
art with it. If we are like Abraham,
ow shall we feel then ?"
"We shall be ready to give it up to
od, I suppose, mother," said George.
"Do you remember going with me
st summer, Georgie, to see that poor
oman whose little baby had just died ?
ou know that, though she said she

1 right; God's will be done!' and
oke cheerfully about it. Was she not
e good Abraham ? "

e of her children, and she gave it to

"She resigned it'to him without com-





20 xOTHE'8s TRuz rTOBs.

plaining, and God must have blessed her
for it, as he did his servant so long ago.
I must leave you now until tea-time,
children; but I want you to think about
this story, and how we can be like Abra-
ham, even when we are not called to
give up what we love."










CHAPTER III.


THE next evening, when their mother
me into the nursery, and the children
ok their places by her side, George
gan:-
"I suppose, mamma, we can be like
braham by always doing what God
dishes us to do."
" Yes, Georgie; he knows exactly what
best for us to do, and he tells us in
e Bible what that is; and if we love
m, and believe in him, as Abraham
d, we shall obey. I will give you an
ample of what I mean.





IMOTulrl' TRU 8rTOIms.


God knows that, if children or men
indulge unkind feelings towaxmjM h
other, these feelings will increase; lead-
ing to hatred, and to great wickedness,
and will cause unhappiness and misery.
So the Bible says : Little children, love
one another.' Be kindly affectioned
one to the other, with brotherly love.'
If we obey God, then, we never shall
allow any unkindness in our hearts.
The story I am going to tell you to.
night, shows how fast such evil pas-
sions grow.
There were once twelve brothers
living together with their father. Their
father was quite old, and though he
loved them all, and was kind to them,
there was one named Joseph, whom he
loved the best.





MOTHER's TUE s 23

"Joseph was the youngest but one,
lnras a very good son; but the oler
mes were envious of him, because they
aid he was the favorite.
One day his father gave him a beau-
tiful coat, prettier than any that the
others had; and this made them very
angry, so that the story says 'they
could not speak peaceably to him,' but
every time they were together, they
would taunt him, and try to make him
unhappy. This grew worse and worse,
until they really hated him.
"At one time the older ones were
feeding their sheep at some distance
om home, when his father called Jo-
ph, and told him to go to find his
others, and bring home news of them.




MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


"Joseph went directly. It was sotae
time before he came where they l ;
"but when they saw him, they said:
'See, here is the favorite; let us kill
him, and get rid of him.' One or two
of them, however, were not prepared for
such wickedness, though they too wished
never to see him again; so they con-
sulted together, and decided to sell Jo-
seph to some travelling merchants who
were passing by."
Poor Joseph!" said Mary; "why
did he not run away home, mother? "
"He would have been very glad to
escape when he heard their fierce words,
but they let him down into a pit for
safe keeping while they talked about
getting rid of him. He cried bitterly,








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and begged them not to sell him for
a slave, but let him go home to his dear
father; but they were so cruel as not
to mind his prayers."
S"0 mother!" cried George, starting
:up from his seat, "how awfully wicked !
How could.they do so ? What did their
father say when they told him ? "
They were afraid to tell him what *
they had done; so they made a lie to
hide their other sins. They brought
ome poor Joseph's coat, and told their
father that they had not seen the boy,
ut had found his coat all'bloody, and
hey supposed some wild beasts had
killed him."
Where were the merchants going,
namma ?"





MOTHEB'8 TRUE 8TORIES.


"Across the desert to Egypt. They
sold Joseph to an officer of the king,
named Potiphar, who at first treated
him kindly, but afterwards suspected
him of some crime that he did not com-
mit, and put him in prison, where he
stayed for two or three years."
How he must have hated his cruel
brothers!" said George, still excited.
"No, my dear, he was too good and
affectionate for that. He lived long
before Jesus Christ came and taught us
to love our enemies, and do good to
them that hate us; but he acted as if
he had learned these blessed rules.
"I cannot tell you now all that hap-
pened to Joseph in Egypt. After a
while, he was taken out of prison, and,




MOTHER'S TRUE s8TOIES.


obtaining favor with the king, he was
raised to high offces of trust, until he
became the greatest man in Egypt, ex-
cept the king himself. But he never
forgot his brothers and his kind old
father, and often he longed to hear from
them. Nor did he forget what his
father had taught him of God; but
always tried to obey him, refusing de-
cidedly to do anything displeasing to
him.
"At last there was a great famine,
both in Egypt and in Canaan, where
Joseph's father lived; and his ten elder
brothers came to Egypt to buy corn.
For Joseph had provided great quanti-
ties of grain in storehouses, during ti
years before the famine, and now be





XI3t'NflS TZUE STORM1U.


sold it for the king to everybody who
needed it. The ten brothers inquired
where they could buy food, and the
Egyptians directed them to Joseph, the
governor.
They had never heard from him
since they sold him, and of course never
expected to find him so high in power,
and surrounded by servants; besides
this, he spoke a different language now,
and the Egyptians called him by a dif-
ferent name; so it is no wonder that
his brothers did not know Joseph. He
knew them, however, as soon as he saw
them, and was very much affected; but
he did not at first tell them who he was.
He asked them about their family, as
if they had been strangers; and when




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they said they had a younger brother
at home, he told them to bring him
with them the next time they came.
Then he supplied them with corn, and
sent them home, giving them back the
price they had paid him.
When their corn was all gone, they
told their father that they must go and
buy some more, and asked him to let
Benjamin, his youngest son, go with
them.
"Their father, since he had lost
Joseph, was afraid to let Benjamin go
out of his sight, and at first he refused.
But they said: The Egyptian ruler told
us he would not sell us any more corn
unless we brought him; so he must
go';- and they promised faithfully. t
take care of him.





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"Indeed, they had lately grown to
be much better men; they often thought
of their former cruelty with sorrow, and
one time when they were in trouble
they said to each other, This has hap-
pened because we were so wicked to
poor Joseph, when we sold him.' At
last their father allowed Benjamin to
go to Egypt with them."
"Why did not Joseph tell them at
first who he was ?" asked George. I
hope he did now."
He wanted to find out if they really
had improved, before he told them,"
said Mrs. Ellis.
"When he was sure that they had
become better men, and were very kind
to Benjamin, then he spoke to them in




Mawg'w Tmu EVRM.


heir own language, saying, I am Jo-
eph; does my father still live?' and
e wept for joy to be with his brothers
gain.
"At first they were alarmed, and
thought he would punish them for sell-
ing him so long ago; but he assured
them of his forgiveness, and that he
loved them still. He told them that, if
they would go home and bring their
father to Egypt, he would give them a
pleasant place to live in, and provide
them with corn all through the famine,
and as long as they lived. So they went
for their father. You may imagine how
glad he was to hear from his long-lost
son, and to go and live near him. Jo-
seph did as he had promised, and was





MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


very kind to his brothers as long as he
lived."
"i e was very good," said George,
thoughtfully. I don't believe I could
have done so."
It is not likely, my son, that you
will ever have so great a wrong to par-
don; but you must try to forgive the
teasing ways and little injuries of your
schoolmates now, that you may learn by
degrees what Joseph knew so well, -
how to do good to those who do wrong
to you. But go now and play with
Mary; she is tired of this long story."










CHAPTER IV.


IT was two or three nights before Mrs.
lis was able to go on with her true sto-
s; and the children were very glad,
ten, on the next Saturday evening, she
led them to her.
"I will tell you to-night," she began,
story about a little baby.
"The father and mother of this little
Id lived in Egypt, close by the great
er Nile, that you were showing Mary
the map, Georgie, the other day.
.ey were good people, but they could
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AmOTHE'sI TR'et ITOI.


not be very happy, for they and theil
kindred were slaves.
"' I do not mean that they were blaci
people, like the poor slaves in this coun
try that you have heard of, but they be
longed to a nation named Hebrews, al
of whom were kept in servitude by thi
Egyptians. Their masters were ver
cruel to them, and forced them to work
hard all the time, in making bricks, and
in such labor, and never let them rest ii
peace.
There were a great many Hebrews
the king of Egypt thought there wern
too many; so he made a wicked law
that all the little Hebrew boys bor
after the law was made should b
drowned,




MOTrHEI' TRUE STORIES.


" The man and woman I spoke of had
o children, -a boy two or three years
I, named Aaron, and an older daugh-
, whose name was Miriam. These
ildren were safe; but soon afterwards,
other little boy was born; and if the
big's officers should ever see him, they
rtainly would take him away and
own him.
0" His mother kept him very carefully
her room, never going out with him,
r letting any one come in, but their
ends. He was a beautiful baby, and
i mother's heart ached to think that
s should not be able to hide him much
Tiger; for as he grew older, he would
igh and crow so loud that any one
0o passed could hear him.




MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


"When he. was three months old, his
mother took some large, strong rushes,
and wove a pretty green basket of them;
then she put pitch on the outside, that
it might keep out water, and lined it
with soft, white linen. In this little
cradle she laid her darling baby. Miriam
had been watching her with wonder, and
now asked her what she was going to
do. Her mother told her that she could
not hide him any longer, and that she
was going to leave him among the rushes
on the river-side; and she hoped God
would take care of him. So she carried
him down to the river, laid the basket
among the flags, and went home weep-
ing; while Miriam stood among some
palm-trees, at a short distance, to watch







wat'" would happen to him. She was
very much afraid the crocodiles would
seize him."
"What are crocodiles ? said Mary.
"0 Mary, don't you know ?" cried
George. "I have one in my Book of
Animals."
A little while was spent in finding the
picture, and in wondering at the crea-
ture's huge mouth, and awkward form;
when they both came back to the story
with the question, Well, mamma, did
the crocodiles find him ? "
"No, they did not. God intended
this little boy to grow up to be one of
the greatest men that ever lived; and
he kept all harm from his cradle of bul-
irihes. Not long after he was lai


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310Ruu s 8 Tmuz Z Wroa.


there, the king's daughter and her
maidens came down to the river-side.
As they walked along, she saw this basket
among the flags, and sent one of her
maids to bring it to her. When she
lifted up the cover, there was a beautiful
babe asleep; but, startled by the sun-
shine and the voices, he woke up and
cried.
"' Poor child!' said the king's daugh-
ter; poor little forsaken child! It must
be one of the Hebrews' children. I
will take care of it. But I shall want
a nurse for it.'
"Just then, Miriam, who had been
watching eagerly to see if the great
lady intended to take her baby brother,
came out from among the palm-trees,





MOTHER'S TRUE 8TOBIE.


and said, timidly, Shall I go and find a
nurse for you, to take care of the
child?' The lady smiled, and said,
SYes, you may go.'
So Miriam ran off, in great delight,-
and went directly home. 0 mother!'
cried she, such a noble lady has found
my little brother! and she means to
save him, and you are to go and nurse
him!'
How glad and thankful the mother
was! She went to the palace and took
care of her own little boy; but nobody
knew she was his mother. The king's
daughter adopted him as her child, and
named him Moses. He grew up at her
court, and had the best teachers in
Egypt to educate him. But his mother





MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


told him who he really was, and about
his poor countrymen; and he never for-
got them, laboring so hard in slavery,
while he, in that beautiful palace, had
everything he wanted. To-morrow I
will tell you some of the things he did
when he was a man."
"I have not been at all tired to-
night," said Mary; I love to hear about
little children. What was the lady's
name, mamma ?"
I do not know, my dear; her father
was called Pharaoh; but her name is
not mentioned.
"Good night, children; remember to
ask God to take care of you, as he did
of little Moses."
I!











CHAPTER V.


THE next day was Sunday. Mr. and
Mrs. Ellis lived too far from church for
little Mary to go; but George accom-
panied his father and mother. Very
often their good minister's sermons were
such as he could understand, and then
he would listen very attentively. To-
day, the sermon was not one tat he
would be much interested in, until "nar
the close some words attracted him, and
he attended closely to the rest. His
mother was talking to a friend as they





mEns8 T' Uu sTRn


walked home, and could not listen to
him; but when she called the children
to her in the afternoon, George began
with the question: -
"Mamma, was that the same Moses
the minister was speaking of to-day ?
and what was he saying about his bring-
ing down bread from heaven ? "
"Yes, my dear, it was the same Moses
who, when a child, slept in the ark of
bulrushes. I will tell you about the
bread from heaven, when you and Mary
have said your Sunday lessons."
The hymns and questions in the cate-
chism were repeated and explained, and
then their mother went on with the
history of Moses.
"I told you last night that M
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AoVS'M 9U IU: wORMm


never forgot his countrymen, the poor
Hebrew slaves. When he grew up, he
thought a great deal about them and
their sufferings, and he tried to find
some way to help them. At last, after
many years, as he was in a desert place
alone, he saw a bush that seemed to be
all on fire, glowing bright like flame;
yet it did not burn up. While he was
wondering at this, a voice spoke to him
from the burning bush. It was the
voice of God; it called him, and told
him that God had seen how the He-
brews were oppressed, and that he,
Moses, was the man he had chosen to
lead them all out of Egypt.
"I cannot tell you now of the won-
driul manner in which the Hebrews,





Mai m'st Tat* leomI


or the Iraelites, as they were often
called, were freed from the Egyptians;
but at last they all left the country
together, with Moses and his brother
Aaron to lead them.
Between Egypt and Canaan, the land
they were going to, there is a great
sandy desert. Do not you remember,
Georgie, in your Book of Animals, a
picture of a camel, and the stories told
about his living in the desert ? "
0 yes! I was reading it only a day
or two ago; it says there are no trees
or grass in the desert, except in spots;
nothing but sand; and no water, Mary!
But the camel will travel days and days
without eating or drinking. I forget
thw 4om of the desert it tells the mwi
about."






,Was it the Arabian Deert" '
Yes, mamma, it was."
S".It was through the same Arabian
Desert that Moses led these thousands
of people."
"But how could they live there ?"
"They could not have lived there
long, but God gave them food by a mira-
cle. A miracle, as I have told you be.
fore, is anything that takes place against
the usual laws of nature. A tree usually
grows for years before it bears fruit; if
God were to cause one to spring up and
bear fruit in an instant, that would be a
miracle.
"One morning, when the Israelites
went out of their tents at sunrise, the
found food lying on the ground all roew


!oW9III' tW' ve WklI




TII U imtGS13


them, as if it had come down with the
dew."
"Food, mamma! what kind of food ?"
"They had never seen anything like
it before. It was sweet and pleasant
to the taste, white in color, and was ly-
ing in little round pieces; they thought
it looked like hoar-frost all over the
ground. When they saw it, they said,
' Manna?' which was a Hebrew word,
meaning, What is it?' and it was after.
wards called manna.
Everybody gathered up as much as
they wanted; they either ate it as it
was, or made cakes of it. Every morn-
ing, as long as they were in the desert,
this manna fell; and they found with
wonds, that, on the day before the Sab.





MWr 's AIM RMIM.


bath, twice the usual quantity fell, and
none at all-on the Sabbath itself. This
was to prevent their working on God's
day of rest."
Then this was what the minister
meant by Moses bringing bread from
heaven, was it, mamma?"
Yes, Georgie; he was telling us what
our Saviour, Jesus Christ, said: that
though Moses gave the people food by
a miracle, yet that he could give us
better food,-true bread from heaven,
to make our souls live and grow. He
meant his teachings and example. Do
you understand me ?"
"Yes, mamma, I believe so. But I
should have liked to see some of Moses's
bread from heaven, the manna. But




4. -W3 aI-Q;. -


what did these poor. people have to

"There are here and there in the
desert fountains or wells of water, in
the midst of little green spots called
oases; the people were guided from one
to the other of these, and took a supply
of water there. But twice the springs
were so far apart, that all the water
they carried had been used, and they
began to suffer for want of it. Then
God told Moses to take his staff, and
strike a large rock or cliff near by, and
immediately, the side of the rock open-
ing, a plentiful stream gushed out; so
that all the people drank, and filled
their jars with the pure water.
I sid the people were guided from


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vom07x =U -IDE 0 4


one place to another; a wonderful col-
umn of cloud moved along before them,
and they followed it; while at night
the column glowed like a pillar of fire,
so that all the people could see it."
How strange said Mary.
Yes," said her brother; "I should
like to have lived then, and to have had
my bread every day from heaven, and
a cloud sent to lead me."
"My dear boy," said Mrs. Ellis, God
as truly gives you your food every day
now, and as truly gives you a guide, as
he did to the Hebrews in the desert.
Did you not ask him this morning,
'Give us this day our daily bread,' and,
'Lead us not into temptation' ? "
"Yes, mamma, and I know you have
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60 MorTna's TrUB mITU.

often told me what it meant; I will
try to remember it."
"Always try to remember, my dear
children, that God is as much with us,
and as near to us, as he was to the men
we read about in the Bible, who heard
his voice speaking to them. May he
guide you always, as he did the He-
brews in the desert!"










CHAPTER VI.


Now, little Mary," began her mother
the next night, as she took her usual
seat, I have a story to tell you to-night
such as you like, about a little child."
"Yes," said the venerable George,
"Mary can understand them better than
older stories, such as suit me. Was
this little child born in the desert,
mamma ?"
"No; it was after the Israelites
reached Canaan, the country God had
given them. Here they settled, and




MOTHE's TRUE 8TORIXS.


spread all over the country. They
chose one place, named Shiloh, where
they set up a tabernacle,- a kind of
church; and they used to go there to
worship. There were beautiful altars
built there, and sacrifices were offered
every day. There were numbers of men
appointed to take care of this taber-
nacle; to burn the offerings, and to
pray for the people. These were called
priests; and many of them were very
excellent, men. At the time I am going
to tell you of, the chief of these priests
was a good old man named Eli.
One day, when he was sitting in the
court of the tabernacle, waiting to give
advice or instruction to any who should
come to him, he saw a woman praying





MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


very earnestly. Her name was Hannah,
and she had come from her home in the
country to worship God here at Shiloh;
for they did not have churches then in
every town, as we do now; but only
this one for all the people. Eli went
and spoke to her, and told her he hoped
God would grant what she was praying
for. She thanked the good old priest,
and went home with her husband."
What was she praying for, mamma ?"
asked Mary.
She had no children, my dear; and
she was asking God to give her a little
son."'
"And did he ?"
"Yes, he granted her request; and
a little babe was born, whom she named





MOTHERXB TaTRE TOrIEWS.


Samuel. When he was three years old,
she told her husband that she wanted to
carry little Samuel to Shiloh, the next
time they went, and leave him there to
be brought up at the tabernacle. Her
husband was willing, so they took their
child to Shiloh.
Hannah asked Eli if he remembered
the woman he saw praying there so long
ago? 'For this child I prayed,' said
she, and the Lord heard me. There-
fore I will lend him to the Lord as long
as he lives.' So when his father and
mother had offered their sacrifice, they
kissed their little son, and left him with
Eli."
"I hope Eli was kind to him, mother,"
said George.





MOTIE'a5 MLE OTosIE&


i Yes, Eli was very kind to him, and
taught him to be good; and everybody
loved him. His mother lived so far off
that she could only come to Shiloh once
a year; but every time she came, she
brought him a pretty coat, every year
a little larger, rejoicing to see how tall
he was growing, and what a good child
he was."
"What did he do in the tabernacle,
mamma ? "
He used to open the doors in the
morning, and shut them at night, and
do many little services to help the priests.
He was very fond of old Eli, and would
run directly if he heard him call. One
night, when I think he was about seven
years old, after he was laid down td





MOTHER'8 TIUNE ITORIW


p -


sleep, he heard his. name called. tHe
started up, saying, Here am I,' and
ran where Eli was lying: Here am I,
for thou didst call WP But Eli an-
swered, I called not; 'lie down again.'
And he went and lay down.
"Presently he heard the voice again,
saying, Samuel!' Again the child rose,
and went* to Eli, saying, Here I am,
for thou didst surely call.' Again Eli
replied, I called not, my son; lie down
again.'
- "This happened a third time; and
then Eli thought it must have been the
voice of God calling little Samuel. So
he told him to go and lie down; and if
he heard his name called again, not to
be frightened, but to answer, 'Speak,









































SAMUEL AND ELI.


P. M.


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MOTHER 1 TRUE WWIRZE8


Lord, for thy servant heareth.' Samuel
obeyed; and soon the voice spoke again,
' Samuel! Samuel!' The child knelt on
his little bed, i.nd humbly answered,
'Speak, for thy servant heareth.'
Then God gave him a message to Eli,
foretelling some event that would soon
happen; after this Samuel lay down qui-
etly until morning. In the morning,
after he had opened the tabernacle
doors, Eli called him, and asked him
what the Lord had said; and Samuel
repeated every word."
Did God ever speak to him again,
mother ? "
Yes, very often; and as he grew up,
lh became a prophet. He taught the
people, explained God's will to them,
and ruled over them."





OTHER S TRUE BTO4ZU


" God never speaks to people now as
he did to Moses and Samuel, does he,
mother ? asked Mary.
No, not in the same way; he never
tells us his will with an audible voice,
as he did then; but he speaks with a
voice in our hearts. Do you understand
me? "
"Not exactly, mamma."
This morning, George, when you
were playing with Sammy Brown, I saw
that Sammy's ball hit you. At first you
were angry, and caught up the ball to
return the blow; then I saw you drop
it. Why was that ?"
Why, I thought all at once, No, I
must not; he did not mean to hurt
me.' "





MOTHEB's TBUE STORIES.


"That was your conscience that
checked you; and, as I have told you
before, God has given us our consciences
to prevent our doing wrong. That
thought, that prevento yqmr.9om strik-
ing, was God's v*l your heart."
"I am glad I minded it, mother."
"So am I, my dear boy; and if you
always listen humbly, as little Samuel
did, God will speak to you yet more
clearly, and will keep you from all sin.
And you too, Mary dear; you are not
too young to listen to this voice."
"No, mamma; I am almost as old
as Samuel was; and I hope I shall al-
ways do as he did. It is a very pretty
story indeed."











CHAPTER VII.

"GEORGE," said his mother, the next
evening, "do you know what a shepherd
is? "
Yes, mamma. I have seen a picture
of a man keeping sheep, whom you told
me was a shepherd. But. I have seen
sheep in the fields, and there was no
shepherd with them."
No; in this country fly a few are
kept at once, near some farm-house,
where the people live who take care
of them. But in Judea, and in other




MOTHER'S TRUE STORIEI.


countries, there are large flocks of sheep,
which feed on the hills, and in pastures
far from the towns; and then a man has
to stay with them all the time, to keep
off the wild beasts, and lead the sheep
where the sweetest grass grows.
There was once in Judsea a shepherd
named David. He was quite young, and
had several older brothers; but he was
old enough to keep his father's flocks
safe. He loved to sit alone with his
lambs lying or grazing round him, and
to watch the beautiful landscape by day
and the stars by night, and think about
God and his goodness. For he had
learned to love God, who took care of
him, as he did of his sheep; and while
he was there in the fields, he used to






write sweet hymns and sing them, for
he was very fond of music. When you
are older, you will think, as I do, that
these hymns or psalms are some of the
most beautiful poetry ever written.
But David was brave too. Once or
twice wild beasts had come among his
flock, and seized the sheep, and he fear-
lessly attacked and slew them; he was
not afraid to risk his own safety to de-
fend the helpless sheep. But he once
Taowed his courage in another way.
There was at this time war between
the Hebrews and a fierce nation called
the Philistines, who knew not God, but
worshipped idols. David's elder brothers
were all gone to join t rmyy, and to
endeavor to free their country of these




NOV= 3 1 TfI _90M


enemies, who had seized some of their
towns. One day David's father told him
to go and carry some things to his broth-
ers, and to see how they did. David
hired a man to keep his sheep while he
was away, and went to the camp where
the army was. When he reached the
place, while he was talking to his broth-
ers, he heard a loud, fierce voice; and
looking toward the army of the Philis-
tines, he saw a man defying the Israel-
ites, and calling some one to come out
and fight him."
And did they go, mother ? I would
have gone! cried George.
This man, my dear, was of gigantic
size, and very strong. He was about
nine feet high."




MOT=NUs TUJ ITORIUS.


0 mamma," said Mary, I thought
you told me giants only lived in story-
books."
"Such giants as Georgie was telling
you about, Mary, never did really exist;
but now and then men have been known
eight or nine feet high. But this giant,
whose name was Goliath, so terrified all
the Hebrews, that none of them dared
to go within reach of his terrible sword.
But young David was not afraid; he
said he would fight the Philistine.
The king, who was with the He-
brew army, heard of him, and sent for
him; but when he saw David, he
laughed, and said: 'You can never kill
this giant; you are so young and inex-
perienced.'




MOTHER'S TRUE STORIES.


"Then David told King Saul how he
had slain a lion and a bear, saying, The
Lord delivered me out of their power,
and he will protect me if I attack this
wicked Philistine.'
So the king told him to go, and gave
him some armor, and a sword; but he
was not used to armor, and told the king
he could not wear it; all he needed was
his sling, which he had with him. Did
you ever see a sling, George ? "
"Yes, mamma; the boys use them
sometimes to fling stones with."
"A sling is made of leather, and, a
stone being put in it, it is whirled round
the head, and the stone is slung out with
great force. David took his shepherd's
sling in his hand, and five smooth peb-
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86 MrHImR'S TRUE IO 8I .

blues from the brook, and thus armed,
went toward Goliath."
"What did the giant say to him,
mamma ? Did he laugh ? "
"Yes; he would not believe David
was in earnest; he mocked at him, who
came out to fight such a foe without
even a sword, and cursed him by his
false gods. David told him that he
came in the name of the true God, and
that He could give the victory to whom
He pleased. Goliath then drew his
sword, and came striding toward David;
but David took a smooth stone, and put
it in his sling, and threw it with all his
force, It struck the giant in the fore-
head, and killed him in an instant."
"Was not he brave ?" cried George.
( Don't you like this story, Mary ?"




MOTH=r's,8 TRU IsaOI.


"Pretty well," answered little Mary.
" And then did he go home to his sheep,
mamma ? "
No, my dear; King Saul was so much
pleased with him, that he kept him with
him, and after many years David became
king himself."
"What became of the rest of the
Philistine army ?" asked George.
After they saw that their champion,
as he was called, was dead, they turned
and fled. Now, Georgie, what was it
that enabled this shepherd-boy to be so
courageous ? "
"Was it because he trusted in God,
mamma ? "
"Yes; though he was but a slender
youth, quite unused to arms, and know-





NO'fEl'S TIWB STUZIS2.


ing nothing about fighting, he thought it
was his duty to attack the giant, and was
not afraid but that God would protect
him. Remember what I am going to
say. You will never have to fight with
men; but you will have great evils to
contend with. Then recollect, like David,
that God can give the victory to you,
though they seem so strong and you so
weak. You will understand this better
when you are older. Always trust in
God, and never be afraid to do right."










CHAPTER VIII.


ONE afternoon, the children sum.
moned their mother from her work
rather earlier than usual, to see a glori-
ous sunset. It was such a sunset as is
rarely to be seen in winter, with gor-
geous clouds of purple and crimson roll-
ing up over the sky. After they had
watched it with admiration until the
last ray had faded, Mrs. Ellis took her
seat by the fire, saying:--
Did you ever hear of people who
worship the sun, George ? "





4. MYOTWEU'S TLtE tBoI.

"No, mother. Do you mean that
they think the sun is God ? "
Yes, my dear. I have told you before
what is meant by idolaters,--those who
worship images, or some of God's crea-
tions, believing they are gods. There
were many such people among the He-
brews. Though they had seen such
wonderful miracles done by God's power,
and had been taught about him by Mo-
ses and Samuel, and other good men,
yet they very often forgot him, and wor-
shipped idols. They made altars on
every green hill, and set up idols in the
groves; and instead of obeying the true
Jehovah, they performed many wicked
actions, to please their false gods."
Did they worship the sun, mother "





MYMMIC'5 TIUE SORIT.


Yes, one of their gods was Baa, or
,he sun; and a great many of the Israel.
ites learned to serve him, or rather his
priests, who were wicked people, pre-
tending to know all about this great
Power, as they called him. Good men
often went to the Israelites, and tried to
show them how they were deceived, and
to persuade them to leave Baal; but
they would not hearken. Among these
good men was one named Elijah. He
used to go among the people, and to the
king, warning them with earnest words,
that God would punish them for their
idolatry; for the king himself wor-
shipped Baal.
At last Elijah told the king to bring
all the priests of his faith together to




MOTHER'S TRUE 8TORIE8.


Mount Carmel, to offer a sacrifice to
their God, and that he would be there
to meet them. So King Ahab gathered
four hundred and fifty of the priests of
Baal, and they all went to Mount Carmel,
where Elijah met them, he being the
only worshipper of God. All round the
sides of the mountain stood great crowds
of people, silently looking on.
"Then Elijah said: Let the priests
of Baal slay a bullock, and lay it on an
altar of wood, to offer it to the sun;
and I will prepare a sacrifice to the
Lord; and the God who sends down
fire from heaven to burn his offering, he
must be the true God.' All the people
acknowledged that none but the true
God could do this; and they promised




MOTrBan TaVI w U.


to believe on the one who should an-
swer by fire.
In the first place, the priests of Baal
built their altar; and, slaying a bullock,
they cut it in pieces, and laid it on the
wood. Then they prayed to their god
to send down fire upon it, crying, '
Baal, hear us!' So they cried from
morning to noon; but all the while the
bright sun moved silently up the sky,
and no answer came. Still they cried
aloud franticly, stretching out their
hands, and praying, O Baal, hear us!'
But the sun sunk slowly down to the
west, and the beautiful sunset clouds
began to gather round it, as you saw
to-night; and no answer came.
Then Elijah came quietly forward,


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mmis -rdIM. .-Now


Ml in his turn built an altar; and havo
ing caused a bullock to. be slain, he laid
the pieces upon the wood on the altar.
He dug a trench all round it, and told
the men who helped him, to bring four
barrels full of water, and pour it over
the whole. This they did three times,
until the altar and everything on it was
soaked with water, and the ditch round
it was full."
What was the water for, mother ?"
asked George.
"You know that anything wet will
not catch fire easily. Elijah wanted to
make it plain to the people that he
could not kindle the wood himself, and
deceive them. Then, standing by the
altar, in the last rays of the setting sun,





-muZa'8 TUJ II TOJnB.


the prophet looked up to heaven and
prayed aloud. All the people stood very
silent, listening to his words, as he said:
' 0 Lord God of Abraham and our fath-
ers Let it be known this day that
thou art God in Israel, and that I am
thy servant. Hear me, 0 Lord, hear
me! that this people may know that
thou art the Lord God!'
"And immediately a fire fell from
heaven, and consumed the sacrifice, and
the wood, with the very stones of the
altar; and dried up the water in the
trench. Then all the people fell on
their faces, crying out, The Lord he is
God! the Lord, he is God!'
O," cried George, "I am glad they
did! They could not help believing,





NOTnz1'S TRUE STORIRS.


could they, mamma ? I hope they never
forgot again who made the sun,"
Elijah spent all the rest of his life
in the same way, trying to turn his na-
tion from idolatry; and he did a great
deal of good; but still they often forgot
their God, who had saved them and led
them so long. When his life was fin-
ished, a friend of his, named Elisha, be-
came a great prophet in his stead. To-
morrow I will tell you a story of the
prophet Elisha."











CHAPTER IX.

"MOTHER," began George, the next
evening, I have been trying to tell
Mary what a prophet is; is it not some-
body who knows what is going to hap-
pen ? "
"The word prophet generally means
a man who is inspired by God to foretell
future events; but it is sometimes used
in the Bible to mean teachers of the
people, and sometimes poets, who have
not this gift."
"Are there any prophets now,
mamma ? "




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No one now can foretell the future,
George. There is no need of such
prophets now; before our Saviour came,
God sent them to show people his will;
but now we can go to the Bible and
learn his will there.- I promised you a
story about Elisha.
"This prophet went about, as Elijah
had done, from place to place, instruct-
ing all who would listen to him, and
working miracles to prove that God had
commissioned him to speak to them.
Once, as he was passing through a
village named Shunem, a rich woman
who lived there invited him to her
house. She did this often, and they
became great friends; at last she had
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and furnished comfortably, so that when-
ever he came, even if it should be late
at night, he might always find a chamber
ready for him. She did everything for
him that she could think of, for she was
a good, kind woman, and her husband
was willing that she should do as much
as she would for the man of God, as
they called Elisha.
I told you they were rich ; but there
was one thing that they valued more
than all their rich possessions; that was
their little boy, their only child.
One summer's day his father was
out in the cornfields, overseeing some
men who were reaping wheat. The
little boy asked his mother if he might
go there too, and see the men cutting





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down the beautiful yellow corn. His
mother was willing, and he went. He
played about merrily; for a while, among
the reapers; but the sun was very hot,
and presently he went crying to his
father, saying, 'My head! my head!'
His father felt that his poor little fore-
head was all flushed and burning; so he
told a young man that was near to take
him up in his arms, and carry him to his
mother as fast as he could. His mother
was frightened to see him so sick; she
took him up in her lap, and bathed his
head. But it did no good; the fever
grew worse, and in a few hours he died
in her arms."
0 mamma!" said Mary, with tears in
her eyes. "Poor little boy! Was his
father at home ? "





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No; his father did not know he was
very sick, and had not come home. His
mother did not allow herself to weep,
but she carried the little body into the
room where Elisha slept when he was
there, and laid it on his bed. Then she
went out to speak to her husband, and
asked him to have an ass saddled, and
to send one of the servants to attend
her; for she wanted to go to the place
where Elisha lived. He asked her why
she wanted to go in such haste? She
was afraid to tell him what had hap-
pened, lest her grief should overcome
her, so she only said, It is well.'
"When the ass was ready, she
mounted; and though it was so warm
a day, she told the servant who went
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with her to ride as fast as he could. So
they rode in silence until they came
where Elisha was. When she saw him,
she dismounted from her ass, and threw
herself at his feet, sobbing and crying so,
that she could not speak. Elisha spoke
kindly to her, and as soon as she could
tell him what the matter was, he said he
would go home with her. When they
reached the house, Elisha went into his
own room, and there, on his bed, was
the little dead boy, lying so still and
quiet, with a smile on his pale, cold
face.
"The mother did not come into the
room, for Elisha wished to be alone. So
he shut the door, and, kneeling down,
he prayed to God to hear him, and to


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give back her son to the poor mother.
Then he stretched himself upon the
body, putting his mouth on the child's
mouth, and his hands on the child's
hands. Presently he felt the cold lips
and icy fingers growing warm. Elisha
rose, and walked about the room; then
again he stretched himself on the little
boy, and life came back to the body;. the
child opened his eyes and looked won.
deringly at Elisha. The good prophet
thanked God with all his heart, and,
going to the door, called the poor
woman, who came weeping into the
room.
"But behold! there sat her darling
son on the bed, alive and well, looking
as if he never had been so pale and
weak as she had seen him last."




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"Was not she too very thankful to
God, mother ? "
We cannot doubt it. It must have
been a happy family that night, with
the man of God sitting with them as
their guest. They had been separated
by death, but their Father in Heaven
had united them again.
"My dear children, we ought to be
thankful every day to God, that he has
not separated us, -that he permits us
to live together in health and peace;
as thankful as that little family at Shu-
nem were. Never forget this, my dear
ones!"











CHAPTER X.


MARY was very much pleased with
her mother's last story. She spoke sev-
eral times very affectionately of the good
old prophet Elisha, and when, after two
or three days' interruption, her mother
said she was at leisure to tell them an-
other true story, Mary petitioned for one
more about Elisha. "And the little
boy who lived at Shunem, mamma, do
you know any more about him? "
"No, Mary, I know nothing further
about him; but you shall hear another
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"In some of the Eastern countries,
there is a disease called leprosy. It is a
dreadful disease, making the person who
suffers from it very sick and weak, and
covering the whole body with an erup-
tion, that looks white and scaly. In a
country near to Canaan, where Elisha
lived, there was a nation called Syrians.
They very often were at war with their
Hebrew neighbors, and sometimes they
carried off prisoners from them.
The captain of their army, Naaman,
was a great man; rich, and in high favor
with. the king; but all his honors did
him but little good: he could not enjoy
them, for he had the terrible disease I
spoke of, he was a leper. There was
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on his wife. She was a young Hebrew
girl, who had been taken prisoner by
his soldiers, and carried away from her
friends. But before she left her home,
she had often heard of the prophet
Elisha; she had heard of his bringing
the child of the Shunamite woman to
life, and of other wonders God had en-
abled him to do; and she said, I wish
my master could see the prophet who
is in my own country, for he could cer-
tainly cure him of his leprosy.'
Some one who heard her told Naa-
man; and the great general resolved to
go into the land of Israel and see the
prophet. So he made haste and got
ready his chariot and his servants, and
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-six thousand pieces of gold, beside a
great quantity of silver and handsome
garments.
Elisha heard that he was coming;
and when the splendid carriage and
horses stopped at the door of the hum-
ble cottage where he lived, he was not
surprised. He did not come out and
speak to Naaman, as might be expected:
he sent a messenger to him, saying, Go
and wash seven times in Jordan, and
your health will return, and you shall
be clean of this disease.'
"* What is Jordan ?" asked Mary.
Don't you know ?" said George; ( I
.showed it to you on my map of Pales-
tine: a river that runs north and south
right through the country."





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"0 yes said Mary; "I forgot its
name. Well, mamma, did he go ?"
"At first he was very angry. 'I
surely thought,' said he, he would come
out to me, as suits my importance, and
would stand and call on his God, and
put his hand solemnly on me, to cure
my disease. Why should I wash in Jor-
dan ? Are not the rivers of Damascus,
in my own country, better than all the
waters of Israel ? May I not wash in
them, and be clean?' So he turned
and went away in a rage."
"0 what a pity! said Mary.
"So his servants thought. They
knew that he was angry because the
prophet had used so little ceremony,
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to do; but they loved their kind master,
and wished to see him well again. They
went to him and begged him to reflect.
* If the prophet,' said they, had told
you to do some great thing, very dif-
ficult, would you not have done it?
Surely, then, you should obey, when
he merely says, Wash and be well.'
"Naaman saw how foolish he had
been. He made no answer, but went
and dipped himself seven times in Jor-
dan, and his flesh, the story says, came
again like the flesh of a little child,
all fair and healthy; and he was entire-
ly cured. Then he and all his company
hastened back to Elisha. The good old
man came out to see him now, and Naa-
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blessed the God who had healed him by
Elisha's means. He urged the prophet
to take a present from him; the gold
and silver, or at least some of his splen-
did garments; but Elisha refused. He
cared not for such things; all he wanted
was to serve God, and do good to his
fellow-men. So Naaman went home in
his chariot, promising never again to
worship idols, as he had done, but the
God of Israel alone."
How glad," said George, the little
servant-girl must have been, to see her
master come home well! "
"I think, George," said his mother,
"you might learn a lesson from this
story of Naaman. When we were talk-
ing the other day about being useful,




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