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    Frontispiece
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    Title Page
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    Preface
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    Table of Contents
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    Evening thoughts - The town house - The disaster - God's providence - The factory village
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    Boarding house - Unsanctified affliction - Worldly cares - Rest in Christ
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    Bruised reed - Dialogue - The world to come - Brighter prospects
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SARAH


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MRS.


M. H. MAXWELL.


EDITED BY D. P. KIDDER.


New-? iork :
PUBLISHED BY CARLTON & PHILLIPS,
200 MUWLBERY-STREET.


1854.




























Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1848, by

G. IANE & C. B. TIPPETT,
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the Southern
District of New-York.





PREFACE.


THERE are but few persons in this
noisy, busy world of ours, who stop
to trace great effects to their little
causes-who care for the little spring
whence the broad river has its rise.
And in passing through our pleasant
New-England villages, with their neat
churches, the spires of which point to
the world of light, what traveler
pauses to ask whose tears first water-
ed this thirsty land ? whose prayers
have turned the wilderness to a fruitful
field? But it matters not-the Chris-
tian's record is on high; and his pious
deeds, though the earth shall pass





PREFACE.


away, shall be had in everlasting re-
membrance.
A poor little captive maiden was
anciently the means of spreading the
fame of the prophet Elisha, and honor-
ing the God of Israel, in the cure of
Naaman the Syrian. Children doubt-
less think that she was a very remark-
able little girl; but when we have told
them the story of little Sarah Hart, I
hope they will think it possible for lit-
tle children to honor God, even now,
by doing right, and employing the
means within their reach.







CONTENTS.



CHAPTER I.
EVENING THOUGHTS-THE TOWN HOUSE--
THE DISASTER-GOD'S PROVIDENCE-THE FAC-
TORY VILLAGE .. Page 9

CHAPTER II.
BOARDING HOUSE--JNSANCTIFIED AFFLIC-
TIONS-WORLDLY CARES-REST IN CHRIST 26

CHAPTER III.
BRUISED REED-DIALOGUE-THE WORLD TO
COME-BRIGHTeR PROSPECTS 38

CHAPTER IV.
BIBLE CLASS-RETURNING PRODIGALS-OLD
PREACHER-REIGN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS-EARLY
DEAD-THY KINGDOM COME . 46






SARAH HART.


CHAPTER I.
EVENING THOUGHTS-THE TOWN HOUSE-
THE DISASTER-GOD'S PROVIDENCE-THE FAC-
TORY VILLAGE.
WE know not what a day may
bring forth," said little Sarah, as she
sat down in her room, and covered
her face with her hands: this morn-
ing my father was well, but now-"
and the little girl crept softly to the
door of an adjoining room. "I must
see him again," she whispered to a
woman who was standing near; "do
you think that he will die before morn-
ing ?" You had better go to bed, my
dear," answered the woman; "we will





10


SARAH HART.


do all that we can, and if he grows
worse we will call you."
Mr. Hart was an honest, industrious
mechanic. God had given him a strong
frame, a sound constitution, a good
wife, and two good-natured, pretty
children. They had a pleasant, con-
venient house, on the sunny side of
a hill, and a very noisy little brook
glided past their door. In the morn-
ing if you would have seen how early
people can rise, you would have done
well to call at Mr. Hart's. The sun
never looked upon them sleeping, and
the morning song of the lark was not
more cheerful than the happy voices
that echoed through their dwelling.
But I regret to say that Mr. and Mrs.
Hart, though they were honest, indus-
trious people, kind neighbors, and af-
fectionate parents, did not see God in





SARAH HART.


11


his providence, or acknowledge him
in all their ways. They taught their
children to be honest, kind, and polite ;
but they did not teach them, what eve-
ry little boy and girl should know,
namely, that they had hearts naturally
wicked; that they could do no good
thing without the help of their heaven-
ly Father; and that they should con-
fess their sins, and believe on the Lord
Jesus Christ. God has many ways
to bring people to himself; and when
he sees that blessings cannot do this,
he sometimes takes them away, leav-
ing them to see that they need a strong-
er arm for their support than merely
that which earth can lend. We found
little Sarah weeping alone : it was the
evening of a fair bright day ; but, ah!
what a change had come to that fami-
ly during its few brief hours!





SARAH HART.


"It will be a fine day," said Mr.
Hart, in the morning, to his wife--" a
fine day, Susan. I will invite the
neighbors, and before night the frame
of our new barn will be up." And
without thanking God for mercies past,
and imploring grace and guidance for
the future, Mr. Hart hurried from the
house. Little George took his hat and
ran after him. Mrs. Hart went brisk-
ly to work in preparing refreshments
for the raisers; while Sarah sat down
in the door to study her sabbath-school
lesson.
Come, my love, put up your book
now; this will be a busy day, and
you must do what you can."
Sarah cheerfully obeyed. But, as
she sat down again with a pan of ap-
ples to pare, she looked very thought-
ful, and at last said, Mother, what





SARAH HART.


does it mean in the Bible when it says,
'Whom the Lord loveth he chasten-
eth ?' Why," replied her mother,
carelessly, and stirring some coffee
that hung over the fire, it means that
good people meet with crosses and
trials in this world." We don't seem
to have many trials," said the little
girl. Well," replied her mother, it
is not because we are not good. You
will not find a better man in this world,
Sarah, than your father. He does
more good than all the deacons in
town; and he is the same everywhere,
never wearing one face at meeting,
and another at home."
Sarah. I think that father is one of
the best of men. I thought of him
yesterday, when I was reading about
the young man who came to Jesus,
and said that he had kept all the com-


13





14


SARAH HART.


mandments from his youth up. But,
mother, the Saviour told him that he
lacked one thing.
Mother. Well, well, Sarah, we must
not stop to talk Scripture now. I have
lived in this world longer than you,
and I have never yet met with a per-
son who did not lack something. If
everybody were as good as your father,
there would be but little trouble, I
think.
In the afternoon the neighbors came
together; and Sarah and little George
stationed themselves at the open door.
Their mother, too, sat down with her
sewing near them; and watched with
interest, and some anxiety, the going
up of the heavy timbers. All, how-
ever, went on well for a time; and
the men were calling on a young man,
famous in the village for making





SARAH HART.


15


speeches, to prepare for ascending to
the ridge-pole," and holding forth."
Mrs. Hart was spreading her large ta-
ble, preparatory to giving her kind
neighbors a good supper, when sud-
denly she heard a cry of alarm. To
the eastern side !" shouted the master
workman. Hold on, Mr. Hart; but
don't move." The men rushed to the
tottering side, and succeeded in pre-
venting its fall; but the brace to which
Mr. Hart clung gave way, and came
with him from the roof to the ground.
Stiff, and covered with blood, he was
taken up for dead. What a sad change
was here! But a moment before he
was talking in a loud and jovial voice
to the men below; while he stood, as
he thought, securely upon his lofty
platform.
It was about an hour after this sad





SARAH HART.


occurrence that we introduced little
Sarah to our readers. No family in
town was more beloved and respected
than was Mr. Hart's. Kind friends
therefore were not wanting in this try-
ing hour; and this, the first night of
real affliction to them, was a sleepless
one to many besides. Sarah did as
she was desired; and, after praying
earnestly for her dear father, (for Sa-
rah had learned at the Sunday school
to pray,) she retired to her bed. She
lay awake for a long time, listening
to every sound in the sick chamber;
but at last fell asleep. When the first
rays of morning struggled through the
casement little Sarah awoke, and,
dressing quickly, tapped at her mo-
ther's door. It was opened by a neigh-
bor, who told her that she might come
in. With a trembling step she went


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SARAH HART.


17


up to the bed: her mother was sitting
there very pale, and her eyes looked
heavy, as though she had slept but lit-
tle, and wept much. There was a
broad bandage around her father's
head; his eyes were closed; and Sa-
rah burst into tears, for she feared that
he was dead. Her mother called her
nearer, and told her that he was asleep,
and appeared to be a little better.
Sarah now returned to her room, to
thank God, and to pray with new hope
that he might get well.
Many, many long weeks it was
doubtful whether this prayer would
be answered. The winter was coming
on, and still Mr. Hart was confined to
his bed; but the neighbors had an eye
to his concerns as well as their own.
All the grain belonging to their sick
neighbor was reaped, stacked, bound,
2





18


SARAH HART.


and safely stored in the garner. The
vegetables had all found their appro-
priate places in the cellar; and when
the first snows of winter came, large
loads of wood were left at Mr. Hart's
door, which in due time were cut, and
snugly deposited in the wood-house.
"Our neighbors are very good," said
Mr. Hart one day, as he sat in a large
chair by the fire, and rested his feet
upon a cushion. Don't you think
so, Sarah?" he inquired, stroking his
little daughter's head.
Sarah. I think that God is good,
very good, to us, dear father. He puts
these kind feelings into people's hearts.
I think that all this trouble is meant
for our good.
Father. You are a strange child,
Sarah. I don't see what good it is to
do me that I have broken both legs





SARAH HART.


19


and an arm, and made myself useless
for life.
Sarah. The Bible says, father,
that "whom the Lord loveth he
chasteneth."
Father. Then you think that he
loves me.
Sarah. Yes, father; I think that he
loves you as he did the good young
man who lacked only one thing.
Father. And what was that?
Sarah. Why, you know that he
would'nt take up his cross, and follow
Christ.
Mr. Hart was silent: for it must be
confessed that his own conscience had
whispered some such thoughts before.
The winter passed comfortably
away, and it was hoped that Mr. Hart
would be able again to attend to his
business; but as the spring advanced





SARAH HART.


these hopes seemed destined to disap-
pointment. I see how it is," said the
poor man, bitterly, as he leaned from
the window, and saw the sowers going
forth to sow; "I am an invalid for life :
henceforth I shall be only a burden
to my family."
Time passed away; and Mrs. Hart
began to feel that it was necessary to
do something for the support of her
family. The little which her husband
had been able to lay up against a time
of need was nearly expended. Their
snug little house, with the few acres
attached to it, was now all that they
could call their own. Mrs. Hart knew
that even this must be sacrificed with-
out some present means. She said
but little to her husband on this sub-
ject: for severe suffering, long con-
finement, and anxiety, had bowed the


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SARAH HART.


strong man, and he was


weaker of the two.
open to Mrs. Hart,
solved to go. Not
her pleasant home
village. She had
were not boarding
for the operatives.
be sold," said Mrs.


by


far the


One way seemed
and this she re-
many miles from
was a new factory
learned that there
houses sufficient
" Our place must
SHart to her hus-


band: we must build at the village,
and open a boarding house."
"It is impossible," replied her hus-
band, greatly agitated. The money
that we should obtain for our place
would not cover the bare expense of
building such a house as we should
want, to say nothing of what would
be necessary for furnishing it."
SIt can, and it must be done," said
Mrs. Hart: "if the experiment fails
our situation will be no worse than it


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SARAH HART.


would soon be here. Our place is now
wanted, and will bring a good price.
In a few years it will be worth but
little, either to us or to any one else."
Mr. Hart contested the point long
and earnestly: his wife would die
with such a mountain-load of care and
hard work; his children would be
ruined; for himself, he should be dis-
tracted. He hated factories, and fac-
tory corporations, and overseers, and
operatives, and boarding houses. He
would rather die outright, and be laid
in his own green field, than go to that
vile noisy village. Poor Mr. Hart!
he did not bow to the Hand that smote
him; and no wonder, all unsubmissive
as he was, that he should murmur and
repine.
But Mrs. Hart was not driven from
her purpose; she reasoned calmly, but


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SARAH HART.


forcibly. Little Sarah clung to her
father's neck, and begged him to let
them go. "Then," she said, "I can
learn to work in the factory ; and by
and by I shall be a great help." Yes,
yes," replied her father, bowing his
head, and actually shedding tears, "I
know that this will be the end of it.
I expected to give my children an edu-
cation; to live to see them respected,
honored members of society." It is
the will of God," whispered Sarah:
" 'Whom the Lord loveth he chasten-
eth.' "I don't believe it," said the
sick man, impatiently: "I would not
give much for love that shows itself
in that way." Poor little Sarah was
grieved and shocked. She had never
heard her father speak that before, and
she dare not answer; but, hurrying


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SARAH HART.


from the room, sought a place where
she might weep and pray.
Mrs. Hart said no more to her hus-
band then, for she saw that he was
irritated; but afterward, and by de-
grees, she brought him to think and
talk of her plan. She persuaded him
to believe that there was a sunny side,
even to this picture, and at last wrung
from him a consent to do as she
pleased. And accordingly the place
was advertised for sale, and it was not
long before a purchaser made his ap-
pearance. The sum demanded was
promptly paid; and the family rented
two apartments in a neighbor's house.
In due time their new house was com-
pleted ; debts were paid to the extent
of their means; and time given for the
remainder. With much real anxiety,


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SARAH HART.


but with a calm exterior, Mrs. Hart
entered upon her new duties. An
apartment, the most retired, as well as
the most pleasant, that the house af-
forded, was reserved for her husband,
who was fast becoming her severest
trial. His friends, who occasionally
visited him, went away with heavy
hearts. Could it be that the pale,
emaciated, peevish Mr. Hart at the
boarding house, was the strong, noble,
good-natured Mr. Hart of other days ?
But it is even thus with unsanctified
sorrow: the heart always grows bet-
ter or worse, as it improves or repines
at the dispensations of Providence.


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SARAH HART.


CHAPTER II.
BOARDING HOUSE--UNSANCTIFIED AFFLICTION
-WORLDLY CARES-REST IN CHRIST.
THE new boarding house soon be-
came the most popular one of the vil-
lage. There was an attention to or-
der, cleanliness, and regularity, not al-
ways to be found in establishments of
this description; and Mrs. Hart soon
had the satisfaction of having her
house completely filled, and of know-
ing (such was her popularity) that she
could have her choice of boarders.
All this was highly encouraging;
but still poor Mrs. Hart had trials
which required more than fortitude to
bear. Work, work, work, without any
respite, from morning till night. This
could have been endured, if after her
long days of incessant toil she could


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27


have retired to sleep: but this privi-
lege was not often granted her. Mr.
Hart, who read and dozed during the
day, was usually wide awake for fret-
ting and finding fault the greater part
of the night: the noise about the house
was insupportable; she had thrown
away what little property they had,
and was working herself to death for
nothing.
"I need more patience than I have,"
exclaimed Mrs. Hart, one day, in pre-
sence of her daughter. God will
give grace to all who ask him, dear
mother," said little Sarah, as she took
up the waiter containing her father's
dinner. Poor child," thought her mo-
ther, as she left the room; "there may
be something in that. I do not know
how else a child like her can endure
so much."





28


SARAH HART.


And how was it? Perhaps some of
my little readers would like to know
how Sarah could be patient when peo-
ple were unreasonable; kind, when
they were unkind; pleasant, when
they were peevish. I will now tell
you.
Sarah had not always been so.
Though she had a very good disposi-
tion naturally; yet the time had been
when this little girl would not bear
quietly an unmerited injury. If
people blamed her for what she did,
she would grow angry, and make up
her mind that she would not try at all
to please them. But there had been
a change in Sarah; and we will tell
you how it was effected. When the
sabbath school was first started at the
village near where Mr. Hart formerly
lived, he determined that his children





SARAH HART.


29


should not go. He said that it was
well enough for those who were taught
nothing at home; but his children re-
ceived all necessary instruction there.
Little Sarah was grieved at this; for
many of her friends attended the
school, and she heard much that was
done and said there. At last her mo-
ther, who saw that it was a sad trial
to the little girl to stay away, interceded
for her: the consent of her father was
gained, and Sarah became a member
of the school.
Sarah Hart is a good scholar," said
one; "A fine little girl," said another;
"Never absent, and never present
with an imperfect lesson," said a third.
Was it any wonder that the little girl,
who had never looked into her own
heart, should become proud, and think
that she was good, very good indeed ?





30


SARAH HART.


But Sarah was studying the word of
God; and she found but little encou-
ragement to self-love there. Was she
really so depraved as the Bible de-
clares the natural heart to be? The
little girl began to watch the motions
of that evil heart, and soon found
that it was even so. My heart is
deceitful," said Sarah; "' deceitful
above all things, and desperately
wicked.'" She tried hard to make
it better. I will not be angry for
a week," thought she. But, alas
for us! we have no strength of our
own. Sarah was continually betrayed
into committing the very sins which
she resolved against. At last she con-
cluded to drive the subject from her
thotights, and try if possible to think
as formerly, that she was as good as
anybody, and a great deal better than





SARAH HART.


31


some. But God by his word and Spi-
rit had taken the veil from Sarah's
eyes; and it was in vain that she
sought the darkness of ignorance
again.
About this time a little girl, be-
longing to the same class with Sa-
rah, was taken suddenly ill; and in a
few days she died. This affected her
much. God means all such pro-
vidences for our good; and while the
sabbath-school children stood around
the coffin of their little friend, which
was soon to be lowered into the dark,
cold grave, and while the superintend-
ent exhorted them all to prepare for
death, Sarah wept aloud. As she re-
turned home that night, she thought,
"What shall I do? I am not good.
I am not prepared to die; and yet I
must die, and perhaps suddenly. Last





SARAH HART.


sabbath Caroline May was in her class,
and now, only Thursday night, she is
in her grave. What shall I do ?" and
poor little Sarah sat down beside the
road, and wept bitterly. So absorbed
was she in her own sad thoughts, that
she did not notice the approach of an
old gentleman on horseback. What
distresses you so, my little girl ?" said
the stranger, checking his horse. Sa-
rah started to her feet, almost frighten-
ed; but seeing that it was a white
haired, good-looking old gentleman,
she courtesied low, and replied, "A
little friend of mine has died, sir; I am
just returning from the funeral." "Ah !"
said the stranger, dismounting from his
horse, "that was a sad thing. I should
like you to tell me more about it. And,
first of all, will you tell me who it was


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SARAH HART.


33


that said, 'Suffer the little children to
come unto me, and forbid them not ?' "
Sarah. It was theLord Jesus Christ,
sir.
Stranger. Then you think that Je-
sus loves little children ?
Sarah. Yes, sir; if they are good.
Stranger. Was your little friend a
good girl?
Sarah. Why, we all called her good,
sir. She was very pleasant, quite
punctual at the sabbath school, and re-
cited very good lessons.
Stranger. And do you attend the
sabbath school ?
Sarah. Yes, sir; I belonged to the
same class.
Stranger. And are you punctual,
and do you recite good lessons?
Sarah. My teacher says so, sir.
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34


SARAH HART.


Stranger. Then you are good, are
you not?
Sarah, (bursting into tears.) O no,
sir-no-I am not good; I have a very
wicked heart.
Stranger. And how do you know
that, my dear ?
Sarah. God's word has taught me
this, sir; and I have watched my
heart, and have found it very wicked.
Stranger. And what do you intend
to do with this wicked heart, my child ?
Sarah. I don't know, sir. I have
tried to make it better, but it only grows
worse. Is there no way by which my
heart can be made good?
Stranger. Yes: but you cannot
make it so. Our heavenly Father
knows that we cannot change our own
hearts, and so he kindly invites us to
bring them to him. He can change





SARAH HART.


your heart, my dear child, and thus
prepare you for the eternity to which
your little friend has gone.
Sarah. But will he take my heart,
sir, just as it is ? I feel almost afraid,
when I think that he looks into my
heart, and knows how vile it is; and
I should like, if I could, to make it bet-
ter before I ask him to take it.
Stranger. You cannot, my dear.
Almost every sinner, when convinced
of his sin, begins the work of reform-
ing himself; but he soon finds that of
himself he can do nothing. If the
work is done at all, it is done by giv-
ing himself up to Christ. Try it, my
dear. Come to Jesus Christ as you
are; come repenting of your sins, and
trusting in him: he will in no wise
cast you out.
So saying, the stranger shook hands





36


SARAH HART.


with Sarah, and, mounting his horse,
was soon out of sight.
Well," thought Sarah, musing as
she walked homeward, this is won-
derful, if true. So I have only to do
what I can do, and trust in the Lord
Jesus Christ to do all for me that I can-
not do, and I shall be a Christian, and
not afraid to die ;" and the little girl
began to rejoice in prospect of this glo-
rious freedom.
Thus this day, commenced so sad-
ly, was the beginning of good days
with Sarah. It is true she had many
hard lessons to learn of her own weak-
ness; but these lessons once learned,
were a great help: they led her to
trust more entirely in her Saviour, and
prepared her for those trials which
awaited her. For a few weeks pre-
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SARAH HART. 37
been led to think much of the Chris-
tian's 'portion here. She found, in al-
most every instance, that those who
had overcome, through the blood of
the Lamb, had come out of great tri-
bulation. We found Sarah, on our
first introduction to her, earnestly and
often repeating the passage, "Whom
the Lord loveth he chasteneth;" and
indeed it had become a somewhat
anxious question with the little girl,
by what trial the Lord would manifest
his love to her. The trials, therefore,
which came upon her family, and
which were looked upon by them as
great and grievous misfortunes, Sarah
regarded as only new proofs of her
heavenly Father's love. Thus she
gloried in tribulation. Sarah was
grieved to see her dear mother borne
down by cares and toil; but she be-






SARAH HART.


lived that God had a gracious design,
even in this. These light afflictions,"
thought little Sarah, "which are but
for a moment, may work out for my
mother a far more exceeding and eter-
nal weight of glory."


CHAPTER III.
BRUISED REED-DIALOGUE--THE VORLD TO
COME-BRIGHTER PROSPECTS.
SARAH looked upon herself as a poor,
weak, ignorant little girl. She would
have been greatly surprised to know
how many eyes were turned upon her,
how many hearts wondered, and felt
reproved by her meekness, diligence,
and fidelity. Ah! little do we know
the power of Christian example. No
matter if the Christian be a little child ;
every faithful follower of Christ is a


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light in this dark world, and, however
obscure he may be, stars will not be
wanting for his crowns of rejoicing in
that day when the Saviour makes up
his jewels.
What book have you found that
interests you so much?" said Mrs. Hart
to her husband, one morning, as she
was arranging his room. O, the me-
moirs of some wonderful saint," said
Mr. Hart, contemptuously, and throw-
ing aside the book. "I don't believe
it," he continued; "I don't believe that
anybody ever lived in this world in
that way." In what way ?" inquired
his wife. Why, rejoicing in every-
thing; murmuring at nothing; want-
ing nothing in this world, out of God;
and believing that he possessed the
whole world in Him. I should like to
see one such person."


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40


SARAH HART.


Mrs. II. I can show you one; and
that without going far either.
Mr. H. Not in this house, I am
sure. No Christian could endure a
bedlam like this.
Mrs. H. The very place, husband,
in which a Christian is most needed.
I know of nobody that bears these tri-
als better than our little Sarah.
Mr. H. And she is the Christian to
whom you refer. Well, I must con-
fess that she is a remarkable child:
but then she is naturally amiable.
Mrs. H. No person merely amiable
could endure trials as Sarah does.
No, no; I am convinced that there is
something more than natural goodness
in Sarah's meekness and patience, in
her forgiveness of injuries, and her
love for others.
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41


Sarah has experienced what this book
calls a change of heart?
Mrs. H. I do. There is no other
way in which I can account for this
change in her life. I have seen it in
other individuals, and the Bible says
that a corrupt fountain cannot send
forth good water. I used not to be-
lieve in these things ; and I remember
the time when I thought myself quite
as good as anybody, and you, husband,
the best man in the country : but our
goodness has been tried, my dear, and
I think you will acknowledge with me,
that it cannot stand the test.
Mr. Hart was silent; for he had no-
thing to answer. His own conscience
responded to the truth of these words,
and though he made some careless re-
marks, and took up a book of a differ-
ent character, still there were thoughts





42


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stirring his heart which he was too
proud to utter. That day, Sarah,
after having assisted her mother as
much as she could, took her sewing
and came to sit in her father's room.
The poor child had become accustom-
ed to his moody silence and peevish
manner, and was not surprised that he
took no notice of the beautiful rose
that she placed in a glass of water on
his table, and of the tenderness with
which she arranged the cushions for
his lame feet, and carefully drew the
curtain, that the sunlight should not
fall upon his book. But was Mr. Hart
careless of these kind attentions from
his little daughter? No, not on this
morning, though he had long been:
and as Sarah seated herself at her
work, the father stole many a glance
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SARAH HART.


43


His heart was troubled; he felt that
he was in the presence of one who con-
versed with God, and her purity dis-
tressed him. I wish I knew of what
she is thinking," said the father to him-
self, as Sarah glanced from the win-
dow at her little flower garden, and
then, with a smile upon her lip, turn-
ed to the morning sky. She seemed
absorbed in thought, and at last broke
out in singing a song of praise. Her
own voice roused her to recollection.
She stopped suddenly, glanced at her
father, and, coloring deeply, began to
sew. You may sing, if you wish,"
said Mr. Hart. The little girl again
looked up with surprise. Could that
be her father's voice? It sounded like
other days; and, in spite of herself,
the tears came to her eyes. Sing the
verse which you commenced," said her






SARAH HART.


father, looking kindly in her face.
With a sweet voice Sarah sung,-
Bright is the golden sun above,
And beautiful the flowers that bloom;
And all is joy, and all is love,
Reflected from the world to come."
"And what does that mean ?" said
Mr. Hart. "Why," replied little Sa-
rah, timidly, I suppose it means that
all the bright, beautiful things of this
world, are only reflections from the
world to come, just as the clear water
reflects the evening sky."
Mr. Hart. Well, if heaven is reflect-
ed here, that is enough. What need
we of anything further ?
Sarah. But, dear papa, our hearts
must be pure, or we shall not see God
in his works. The beautiful things
in his glorious house shine upon our
world, but there is a dark, gloomy
place, and sometimes it seems nearer


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SARAH HART.


to us than the happy land; for its sha-
dows come over the light from above.
But it will not be so in the mansions
our Saviour has gone to prepare. If
you will allow me, father, I should like
to read to you about that glorious city.
Mr. Hart consented, and Sarah read
the first chapter of Revelation.
From this morning the father fre-
quently talked with his little daughter,
and thought much of that religion
which made her like a clear bright star
upon the midnight sky. Mrs. Hart saw
the change in her husband, though it
was long before he confessed to her the
deep conviction that had fastened upon
his soul; yet at last he acknowledged
it all, and she joyfully united with him
in seeking an interest in Christ. "I
waited patiently for the Lord," said
little Sarah, and he inclined his ear


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46


SARAH HART.


unto me. I love the Lord because he
hath heard my voice, and my suppli-
cation; because he hath inclined his
ear unto me, therefore will I call upon
him as long as I live."



CHAPTER IV.
BIBLE CLASS-RETURNING PRODIGALS-OLD
PREACHER-REIGN OF RIGHTEOUSNESS-EARLY
DEAD-KINGDOM COME.
SARAH, my dear," said Mr. Hart,
one sabbath morning, I have been
thinking that as we have no meeting
here, and the factory people spend
most of their time on the sabbath in
strolling about, it would be a good
plan to propose a Bible class. We
shall have no teacher; but perhaps we
shall learn something of each other.
You may mention it to the boarders,





SARAH HART.


47


and those who would like to join us
may come to my room this afternoon."
Sarah was delighted; but still she
was not greatly surprised. She had
thought for several days that her
dear father was beginning to love
the Saviour, and she knew from her
own experience that the next inquiry
would be, "What wilt thou have me
to do ?" With a light heart she hasten-
ed from room to room, and communi-
cated her father's plan. The little girl
was a general favorite, and she was
greeted with smiling faces, though it
must be confessed that, as her light
tap was heard at the door, many an
old novel was hastily concealed, and
some busy needles too were laid aside.
Mr. Hart's proposal, however, was fa-
vorably received. Some were glad
of anything to relieve the monotony





SARAH HART.


of their Sunday hours; others had a
lingering regard for the instructions of
former days; while not a few were
actuated merely by curiosity to see
a man of whom they had heard much,
but never seen : for Mr. Hart, while a
prey to discontent and gloomy pride,
had secluded himself entirely from his
own household. A few of the over-
seers who boarded in the house had
been occasionally invited to his room,
but to the majority of the boarders
Mr. Hart was a perfect stranger.
"I think we shall have a large class,"
said Sarah to her mother. And Mrs.
Hart engaged to mention it at the table,
that all might be present if they chose.
Mr. Hart was surprised, and some-
what troubled, when he saw so large a
number coming to his room on that
sabbath afternoon. There was evident-


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ly a feeling of expectation which he
feared would be disappointed. "I
have not invited you here, my friends,"
said Mr. Hart, with the intention of
becoming your teacher; but merely
with a view to mutual instruction."
He then added a few remarks on the
importance of Scriptural knowledge,
only to be gained by a diligent and
careful study of the word of God. He
spoke of the change in his own views
and feelings; and his heart grew
warm as he urged upon his friends an
immediate attention to their eternal in-
terests. They then selected a chap-
ter for their afternoon lesson. Soon
there was a free and pleasant inter-
change of sentiments: but whenever
a question arose in any way involving
Christian experience, little Sarah was
always appealed to. And surely to
4


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50 SARAH HART.
have heard with what meekness and
fear the little girl gave a reason for
the hope that was in her, would have
been a conclusive argument to almost
any mind. Pleased, edified, and no
doubt profited, the boarders repaired
to their own rooms.
From that time Mr. Hart mingled
with the family, feeling and manifest-
ing a Christian interest for all. His
former cheerfulness and pleasant man-
ner returned, and his influence, like
that of Sarah's, soon began to be felt.
The change in his mind wrought a
salutary change in his bodily health.
He was now able to take a portion of
care and responsibility from his wife,
and also, by engaging in a light, but
profitable business, connected with the
mills, to add much to his family income.
Sarah now had the satisfaction of see-





SARAH HART.


ing her dear father and mother happy,
useful, and devoted to God. The Bi-
ble class continued to meet, but the
number so greatly increased that they
were obliged to change from Mr. Hart's
to the dining room; and at last, as the
neighbors were anxious to attend, they
met in the large new school-house.
The Spirit of the Lord was breathing
upon that active, noisy village. The
still small voice was speaking, and its
whispers were heard, even amid the
clamor of human voices, and the
noise of machinery. The character
of the Bible class gradually changed.
One or two of the overseers, acting
from a sense of duty, confessed that
they had once been interested in the
great salvation; but the cares of this
life had choked the word, so that it had
become unfruitful. These confessions,


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52


SARAH HART.


sincerely and penitently made, were
followed by others, and soon the Bible
class was converted into a weekly
meeting, where many prayers were
offered, and many tears were shed;
and where sinners came to inquire
what they should do to be saved.
Things were in this state, when one
Saturday night it was reported that
an old man, apparently a minister, had
stopped at the public house. Inqui-
ries were made, and it was found to
be even so. Mr. Hart sent over to the
tavern, and invited the old man to take
lodgings with him. How delighted
was little Sarah to find that it was the
same kind stranger who found her
crying by the roadside, and taught her
the way to Jesus! Nor was the good
old man less pleased to meet the little
girl once more, and to learn that she





SARAH HART. 53
had followed his instructions. The
next day, the new school-house was
well filled with solemn and attentive
listeners. The word of life distilled
like the dew. At the close of the ser-
vice a unanimous invitation was given
the preacher to tarry with them for a
season; and he, having no continuing
city here, only living to do his Master's
will, consented. He watered the seed
which had been sown by the pious
life of one little girl. God gave the
increase, and multitudes were gathered
to the fold of Christ.
Let little children who love the Sa-
viour, follow Sarah's example; letting
their light so shine that others, see-
ing their good works, may glorify their
Father which is in heaven. Little
Sarah is now at rest. She was early
called to receive the crown promised





54


SARAH HART.


by the Saviour to those who keep the
word of his patience. She did not live
to see her father and mother what
they afterward became-pillars in the
church of Christ; and her brother
George a faithful minister of the New
Testament: but we trust that they
will all meet her in heaven, and what
is dark and mysterious will be known
hereafter.


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