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THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLEOR,HAND-WORK AND HEART-WORK.
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PREFACE.HILE I was engaged in writing the followingbrief work, again and again the question arosein my mind, " Can I make subjects so deep anddifficult really interesting and intelligible to the young?The importance of reading Old Testament types in thelight thrown on them by the Gospel cannot, indeed,be overrated, especially in these perilous times; butcan a child be taught thus to read them ?"The attempt thus to teach is made in the followingpages; and I would earnestly request parents andteachers not merely to place the little volume in thehands of children as a prettily-illustrated story-book,but to read it with them, prepared to answer questionsand to solve difficulties. Sunday books should supple-
Vi PREFACE.ment, not take the place of, oral instruction. Awriter may give earnest thought and labour to theendeavour to make religious subjects interesting tothe young; but what influence has the silent pagecompared with that of a father expressing his ownsettled convictions, or that of a mother who has thepower to speak at once to the head and the heart ?A. L. OE.
CONTENTS./CHAPTER I.PAGEW ANTING W ORK ............................. ......... ........ .... 1CHAPTER II.THE TABERNACLE .............. ...................... ..... ......... ....* 1CHAPTER III.THE CURTATNS ......... ... ......... ... .......................... .. 26CHAPTER IV.P RECIOUS T HINGS ......................................................... 36CHAPTER V.P REPARATION ........ ..... ........... .................................. ... 4 7CHAPTER VI.T YPES... ..................... ............... ..... ................ .......... 60CHAPTER VII.D RAWN A SIDE ..... e.. *. ..... ....... ... .................. 68CHAPTER VIII.S ACRIFICES ....... ............... ....... ............ ................. .... 77CHAPTER IX.C ONCEALM ENT.............. ... .... ... ....... ......... .. ................. 88
Viii CONTENTS.CHAPTER X.PAGEDEAD FAITH AND LIVING FAITH ....................................... 93CHAPTER XI.L EPROSY........... ...... ... ................. ................. .............. 107"CHAPTER XII.N AAM AN ........................................................... ...... 118CHAPTER XIII.T HE TW INS ...... @s s................. .. 1........... ..... ............. 26CHAPTER XIV.W ORK ...... .. ... ... ... .... ......... ........ ... ........ ..... ....... 136CHAPTER XV.DIFFERENT M OTIVES ....... ......... ........ .....................*... 145CHAPTER XVI.THE H IGH-PRIEST .. o.............................. ........... ......... 156CHAPTER XVII.THE BIRTHDAY GIFrs ...................0. ..... ............ .............. 169CHAPTER XVIII.TH A RRIVAL ........................................................ ... 175CHAPTER XIX.D ISAPPOINTMENT ............. ................... ................. ..184CHAPTER XX.CONFESSION ....,...... ... ... ..... .....191CHAPTER XXI..CONCLUSION ...... ........... ..... ... ............ .... ... .. .. 197 qJ o o e $ a 0 e o o e a $ 8 J o e o
THECHILDREN'S TABERNACLE;OR,HAND-WORK AND HEART-WORK.CHAPTER I.WANTING WORK.OU have no right to spoil my desk, youtiresome, mischievous boy! "" 6I've not spoilt it, Agnes; I've only orna-mented it by carving that little pattern all round.""I don't call that carving, nor ornamentingneither! " cried Agnes, in an angry voice; "you'venicked it all round with your knife, you've spoilt
2 THE CHILDREN S TABERNACLE.my nice little desk, and I'll--." What threatAgnes might have added remains unknown, for hersentence was broken by a violent fit of coughing,whoop after whoop-a fit partly brought on by herpassion."What is all this, my children ?" asked Mrs.Temple, drawn into the room called the study by thenoise of the quarrel between her son and her eldestdaughter.Lucius, a boy more than twelve years of age, andtherefore a great deal too old to have made so foolisha use of his knife, stood with a vexed expression onhis face, looking at his poor sister, who, in theviolence of her distressing cough, had to grasp thetable to keep herself from falling; Amy, her kindyounger sister, had run to support her; while Doraand little Elsie, who had both the same complaint,though in. a milder form than their sister, coughedwith her in chorus.Mrs. Temple's care was first directed to helpingher poor sick daughter. Agnes, as well as her threesisters, had caught the whooping-cough from theirbrother Lucius, who had brought it from school. Itwas several minutes before the room was quiet enough
WANTING WORK. 3for conversation; but when Agnes, flushed andtrembling, with her eyes red and tearful from cough-ing, had sunk on an arm-chair relieved for a time,Mrs. Temple was able to turn her attention to whathad been the cause of dispute. A rosewood desk layon the table, and round the upper edge of this deskLucius had carved a little pattern with the large sharpknife which he held in his hand."I am sure, mamma, that I did not mean to domischief," said Lucius, "nor to vex Agnes neither.I thought that a carved desk would be prettier than aplain one, and so--.""You might have tried the carving on your owndesk," said Agnes, faintly. The tears were rollingdown her cheeks, and she dared not raise her voicelest she should bring on the whooping again."So I might, blockhead that I am; I neverthought of that!" exclaimed Lucius. "But if youlike we will exchange desks now, and then all will beright. Mine is a bigger desk than yours, and has notmany ink-stains upon it."The proposal set Dora, Amy, and Elsie laughing,and a smile rose even to the lips of Agnes. She sawthat Lucius was anxious to make up for his folly; but
4 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.the big school-desk would have been a poor exchangefor her own, which was neat and had red velvet lining;while hers, being scarcely larger than a workbox,would have been of little service to Lucius at school."Oh, no! I'll keep my own desk; the carvingdoes not look so very bad, after all,',' murmured Agnes,who had an affectionate heart, though by no meansa perfect temper."I took no end of pains with it," said Lucius,"*and my knife is so sharp that- .'"I would rather that you did not try its edge onmy table," cried his mother, barely in time to saveher mahogany from being "ornamented" as well asthe desk.".Stupid that I am! JI was not thinking of what Iwas about!." exclaimed Lucius, shutting up the knifewith a sharp click; "but the truth is I'm so horriblysick of having nothing to do that I must set aboutsomething. I don't like reading, I've enough and toomuch of that tat school; you won't let me go out,lest the damp should bring back my coughing andwhooping-I've had enough and too much of thatalso; I've only the girls to play with, for none of myown friends must come near the house because of this
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WANTING WORK. 7tiresome infection; and I shall be taking. to cuttingmy own fingers off some day for want of somethingbetter to do! ""It's a case of idleness being the mother of mis-chief," cried the bright-eyed Dora, who was busyembroidering with many-coloured silks an apron forlittle Elsie's doll."Idleness is indeed very often the mother ofmischief," observed Mrs. Temple. "I'm afraid thatmy young people often prove the truth of theproverb.""Perhaps it was partly idleness that made thechildren of Israel do so very very wrong when theywere wandering about in the desert," observed Amy,glancing.up from a book on the subject which she hadbeen reading."Ah! they were shut up in the wilderness monthafter month, year after year," cried Lucius, "afterthey had come forth from Egypt with their flocks andherds and all kinds of spoil. They had little to do,I suppose, and may have grown just as tired of thesameness of their lives as I have of the dulness ofmine.""I have often thought," observed Mrs. Temple,B
8 THE CHILDREN S TABERNACLE.who had seated herself at the table and taken up herknitting-"I, have often thought how tenderly theLord dealt with his people in providing for thempleasant, interesting occupation when He bade themmake the Tabernacle, and condescended to give themminute directions how it should be made. Therewere the various employment of carving, ornament-ing, working in metal, to engage the attention of themen; while the women had spinning, weaving, sewing,and embroidering, with the delightful assurance thatthe offering of their gold and silver, their time andtheir toil, was made to the Lord and accepted byHim.""I never before thought of the making of theTabernacle being a pleasure to the Israelites," ob-served Agnes. "I always wondered at so manychapters in the Bible being filled with descriptionsof curtains, silver loops, and gold ornaments, whichare of no interest at all to us now.""My child, it is our ignorance which makes usthink any part of the Bible of no interest," observedMrs. Temple. "If you remember the readiness withwhich, as we know, the Israelites brought theirprecious things for the Tabernacle, and if you can
WANTING WORK. 9realize the eager pleasure with which, after the longidleness which had ended in grievous sin, men andwomen set to work, you will feel that the order tomake a beautiful place for worship must have beenthe opening of a spring of new delight to the childrenof Israel. They had the Lord's own pattern to workfrom, so there was no room for disputes about form orstyle; and it was a pattern admirably suited to givepleasant employment to numbers of people, and towomen as well as to men. Fancy how listless languormust have been suddenly changed to animation; themurmurs of discontented idlers to the hum of cheerfulworkers; and how vanity and foolish gossip amongstthe girls must have been checked while they tracedout their rich patterns and plied their needles; andinstead of decking their own persons, gave their goldand jewels freely to God! ""I wish that we'd a Tabernacle to make here,"exclaimed Lucius, whose restless fingers had againopened his dangerous plaything.Mrs. Temple raised her hand to her brow: athought had just occurred to her mind. "We mightpossibly manage to make a model of the Tabernacle,"she said, after a moment's reflection.
10 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE."Ah, yes! I'd do all the carving part-all thehard part," cried Lucius, eagerly."Do, do let us make a model!" exclaimed his sisters."It would be a long work-a difficult work; I amnot sure whether we could succeed in accomplishingit," said Mrs. Temple. "And after all our labour,if we did manage to make a fair model, to what usecould we put it ? We had better consider all thesematters before we begin what must be a tedious andmight prove an unprofitable work.""Ah, a model would be of great use, mamma!cried Dora. "At Christmas-time, when this tiresomeinfection is over, and we go to our aunt at Chester, wecould show it to all her friends.""And to her school children-her Ragged-schoolchildren !" interrupted Lucius with animation. " We'velet them see our magic-lantern for three Christmasesrunning, and if the children are not tired of the slidesof lions, bears, and peacocks, I'm sure that I am;besides, I smashed half the ,slides by accident lastwinter. A model of the Tabernacle would be some-thing quite new to please the ragged scholars, and AuntTheodora would draw so many good lessons from it.""And could we not do with the model what we
WANTING WORK. 11did with the magic-lantern," suggested Dora, "makeof it a little exhibition, letting aunt's friends come andsee it for sixpenny tickets, and so collect a littlemoney to help on the Ragged-school ? ""That would be so nice! " cried Amy."That would be famous!" exclaimed little blue-eyed Elsie, clapping her hands." Let's set to work this minute said Lucius, andhe rapped the table with his knife.Dora threw the doll's apron into her workbox,eager to have some employment more worthy of theclever fingers of a young lady of more than elevenyears of age.Mrs. Temple smiled at the impetuosity of herchildren. "I must repeat, let us consider first," sheobserved. "Possibly not one amongst you has anyidea of the amount of labour and patience required tocomplete a model of the Tabernacle which was madeby the children of Israel.""Of course our Tabernacle would be much smallerthan the real one was," remarked Dora." Supposing that we made it on the scale of oneinch to two cubits, I wonder what its length wouldbe," said Mrs. Temple. "Just bring me the Bible,
12 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.Lucius, I will turn over to the description of the Taber-nacle, which we will find in the Book of Exodus.""I do not know what a cubit is," said little Elsie,while her brother ran for the Bible."Don't you remember what mamma told us whenwe were reading about the size of the Ark ? " saidAgnes. " A cubit is the length of a man's arm fromthe elbow to the end of his middle-finger, just abouthalf of one of our yards.""Eighteen inches, or, as some think, twenty,"observed Mrs. Temple, as she opened the Bible whichLucius had just placed on the table before her."Let's count a cubit as exactly half a yard,mamma," said Lucius, and then one inch's length inthe model would go for a yard's length in the realTabernacle. If we reckon thus, how long would ourmodel need to be ?"" The outer court of the Tabernacle was one hun-dred cubits long by fifty broad," replied Mrs. Temple;"that, in such a model as we propose making, wouldbe a length of four feet and two inches, by a breadth oftwo feet and one inch.""JustF large enough to stand comfortably on thisside-table! " cried 'Lucius. " There will be room
WANTING WORK./ 13enough on this table, and I'll clear it of the books,workbox, and flower-jar in a twinkling."" Stop a minute, my boy! " laughed his mother, asLucius appeared to be on the point of sweeping every-thing off, including the green cloth cover; " we havenot even decided on whether this model should bemade at all; and if we do begin one, months may passbefore we shall need that table on which to set it up.""Oh, do, do let us make a model!" again theyoung Temples cried out."I'm ready to undertake every bit of the wood-work," added Lucius, impatient to use his sharp knifeon better work than that of spoiling a desk."First hear what you will have to undertake,"said his more cautious and practical mother. "Themere outer court has sixty pillars."" Sixty pillars! " re-echoed the five." Besides four more pillars for the Tabernacleitself," continued the lady, " and forty-eight boards ofwood, to be covered all over with gold."" How large would each board have to be ?" askedLucius, more gravely."Each five inches long, and three quarters of aninch broad," answered his mother.
14 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE."And quite thin, I suppose," said the young car-penter, looking thoughtfully at the blade of his knifewhich was to accomplish such a long, difficult piece ofwork."We could get gold-leaf for the gilding, mamma,"suggested the intelligent Dora, " and pasteboard insteadof wood; pasteboard would look quite as neat, andneed not to be cut up into boards."" Oh, it's not the gilding, nor the cutting up theplanks neither, whether they be made of pasteboard orwood, that'puzzles me!" cried her brother; "butthink of sixty-four pillars How on earth could I cutout so many slender little rods with my knife! "" Thick wire might be used for the pillars just aswell as pasteboard for the planks," said Agnes; " whencovered with gold-leaf they would look just the sameas if---." The sentence was interrupted by anotherfit of coughing; it was clear that poor Agnes was atpresent little fitted to join in the conversation.
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CHAPTER II.THE TABERNACLE.SHERE is a picture of the Tabernacle in yourBible, mamma; that will help us in arrangingwhat is to be done; and you will decide on whichof us should do each portion of the work," said Dora.Mrs. Temple turned over the leaves till she cameto the picture."Here you see a long open court," she observed," enclosed by pillars supporting curtains of fine linen,fastened to them by loops of silver. I shall supply thelinen for these curtains, and I think that my gentleAmy, who sews so nicely, may make them. This workwill require only neatness and patience, and my littledove has both.""Ah, mamma! but the silver loops--how could Imake them ?" suggested Amy, who had very littleself-confidence.
18 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE."I have a reel of silver thread upstairs in my box,".said her mother; "you will make the tiny loops for thecurtains of that."" And I will manage the sixty-four pillars!" criedLucius; "it was no bad notion to make them of wire.But they must be fixed into something hard, to keepthem upright in their places.""I was thinking of that," said his mother; "weshall need a wooden frame, rather more than four feetby two, to support the model; and into this frame holesmust be drilled to receive the sixty-four wires.""I must borrow the carpenter's tools," observedLucius; "I can't do all that with my knife. I seethat I have a long, difficult job before me."".Do you give it up? " cried little Elsie, lookingup archly into the face of her brother."Not I! " said the schoolboy proudly. "Theharder the work, the more glorious is success!""What are those objects in the court of theTabernacle ? " asked Amy, who had been thoughtfullyexamining the picture." That large square object with grating on the top,from which smoke is rising, is the Altar of burnt-offering," said the lady. "Through the grating the
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THE TABERNACLE. 21ashes, of animals that had been slain as sacrifices fellinto a cavity below. The projections which yousee at the four corners are called the horns ofthe altar, of which you read in various parts of theBible ?""Was it not an Altar of burnt-offering thatElijah made on Mount Carmel," asked Dora,,. "whenhe cut the dead bullock in pieces and prayed to theLord till fire was sent down from heaven ? "" Yes," answered her mother, " but that altarwas not like the one in the picture. Elijah built hisup quickly; it was merely formed of twelve stones.The altar made by the Israelites in the desert wasframed of wood, and covered with brass. It wasnearly eight feet square, and was reached, not bysteps, but by a sloping bank of earth.""And whliat is that very large vase farther on inthe picture ? " asked Amy."That is meant for the Brazen Laver, to holdwater for the priests to wash in. This laver wasmade of brass which the women of Israel offered. Doany of my girls remember what articles had beenmade before of that brass ? "The party were silent for a few seconds, and then
22 THE CHILDREN S TABERNACLE.Amy said, with a blush on her cheek, " The mirrors ofthe women, mamma." The little girl was inclinedto be vain of her looks, and her mother, who hadnoticed how much of her Amy's time was foolishlyspent before a glass, had drawn her attention, somedays before that of which I write, to a fact which hasbeen thought worthy of mention in the Bible. Thewomen of Israel had the self-denial to give up thebrazen mirrors-which were to them what glass mirrorsare to us-to form a laver for the use of the priestswhen engaged in the service of God.Mrs. Temple smiled pleasantly to see that theexample of the women in the desert had not beenforgotten by her child."( Is not that kind of large tent which is standingin the court, the Tabernacle itself? " inquired Dora." It is the Tabernacle," was the reply."Why is all that smoke coming out of it ?" askedlittle Elsie."That smoke in the picture represents the pillarof cloud which guided the Israelites in their wander-ings," said Mrs. Temple. "For it is written in thebook of Exodus (xi. 38), The cloud of the Lord wasupon the Tabernacle by day, and fire was upon it by
THE TABERNACLE. 23'night, in the ,sight of all the house of Israel, through-out all their journeys.' ""What a very holy place that Tabernacle musthave been " said Amy, in a low tone of voice.There was not only the pillar of cloud as a visiblesign of God's presence resting upon it," observed Mrs."Temple, "but when Moses had finished making theTabernacle, a miraculous light, called by the Jews,'Shekinah,' and, in the Bible, the glory of the Lord,'filled the most holy place.""I wish that it were so with holy places now! "exclaimed Agnes. "If a cloud always rested on theroofs of our churches, and a glorious light shone in-side, people would not be so careless about religion asthey are now.""I fear that no outward sign of God's presencewould long prevent carelessness and sin," replied Mrs.Temple."What, mamma, not even a shining glory inchurch!" cried Amy."Remember, my child, all the wonders and terrorsof Mount Sinai-the thunders and lightning, thesmoke that rose like the smoke of a furnace, thetrembling of the earth, and the sound of the trumpet
24 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.exceeding loud! The Israelites quaked with fear;they felt how awful is the presence of God; theyimplored that the Lord might only address themthrough Moses--' But let not God speak with us lestwe die!' cried the terrified people. And yet, insight of that very Mount Sinai, in sight of the thickcloud resting above it, those Israelites openly brokeGod's commandments, and fell into grievous sin!Oh, my beloved children, the only thing to. save usfrom sinning greatly against God is for our heartsto be the tabernacle in which He vouchsafes todwell, and to have his Holy Spirit shining as thebright light within! Can any one of you repeat thatmost beautiful verse from Isaiah (lvii. 15), whichshows us that the Lord deigns to dwell with the lowlyin heart 2Of all Mrs. Temple's family, Agnes had the bestmemory; though she had neither the quick intel-ligence of her twin-sister Dora, nor so much of thelove of her Heavenly Master which made Amy, thoughyounger than herself, more advanced in religiousknowledge. Dora had often admired the verse men-tioned by her mother, and' to the humble-mindedlittle Amy it had brought a feeling of thankful joy;
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THE TABERNACLE. 27but it was Agnes who remembered it best by heart,so as to be able now to repeat it without makinga single mistake. "Thus saith the high and loftyOne that inhabiteth eternity; I dwell in the highand holy place, with him also that is of a contriteand humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble,and to revive the heart of the contrite ones."
CHAPTER III.THE CURTAINS.HE girls will have plenty to do in making thecurtains for the Tabernacle itself," observed"Lucius, who, while his mother and sisters hadbeen conversing, had beei engaged in looking overthe description in the book of Exodus. "Why, thereare four distinct sets of curtains! First, the under-most, ten curtains of fine-twined linen, with blue, andpurple, and scarlet, and cherubims of cunning-thatmust mean skilful-work upon them!"" How, splendid that must be!" exclaimed Elsie."Then a covering of goats'-hair curtains abovethese fine embroidered ones," continued Lucius;"then a third of rams'-skins dyed red; and then, tocomplete the whole, a covering of badgers'-skin cur-tains the outermost of all."The four young workwomen were somewhat startled
THE CURTAINS. 29*-, *---------------------------^_________ _________at the difficulties which their brother's words hadraised in their minds. Dora gave a voice to thethoughts of her sisters when she said, with a look ofdisappointment, "It will be hard to get rams'-skinsdyed red, but I do not know where goats'-hair can bebought in England; and as for badgers'-skins, I amafraid that it will be quite impossible even for mammato find 'such a thing, unless it be in the BritishMuseum."" So we must give up making the Tabernacle,"said Amy, with a sigh."Nay, nay," cried their smiling mother, "we mustnot be so readily discouraged. Learned men tell usthat the Hebrew word translated into 'badgers'-skins'in our Bible is one of uncertain meaning, which somethink denotes a blue colour, and which, if intended fora skin at all, is not likely to have been that of abadger. Blue merino for the outer covering, redTurkey-cloth instead of rams'-skins, and mohair cur-tains instead of goats'-hair, will do, I think, for ourmodel; as well as the pasteboard, wire, and gold andsilver thread, which must represent metal and wood.""Yes," said Lucius, quickly, "they will do a greatdeal better than the real materials; for if we could
30 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.manage to get rams'-s.kis or badgers .kns i cu up, suth curtains would be a great ded too thick andheavy for a little model like ours. Why, our Taber-naele will be only fifteen inches long by-five inches inbreadth."All the grave little faces brightened upwith smilesat this way of getting over what had seemed a very greatdifficulty. 1Elsie looked especially pleased. Pressingclose to her mother, and laying her little hand onMrs. Temple's arm in a coaxing Way, she cried:" "Oh,mamma, don't you think that I could make one set ofthe cuttains ? You know thatf I can hem and run a:,; a large '""sc' Mihseam, and don't make very large stithesA Might Inot;try, dear mamma ? I shodl like to help to makethe iabernacle." r"U*% aiMf I.beeln difUle4 the mothh- haveIesiseS -.Y oung face, even hadi Elsie-^ : '. ... F 'ifade.ae 3d vso e ".Suest. "I cannot see whythese little fin he red Turkey-Sth. whiEch1i 0 stani ss-skins," repliedMrs. Temple.; okimg . .hand of her child; "theoutermost coverin af -al.will, of course, need finerstiteNig, an& one' .'O1the twins will take that and themohair besidea., T-iliake both these sets of curtains
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THE CURTAINS. 31will take far less time, and require less skill, thanmust be given to the embroidery on linen in blue,scarlet, and purple, which will adorn the inner wallsand ceilings of our little model."" Do, do let me have the embroidery, it is just thework which I delight in," cried Dora; and she mighthave added "excel in," for she was remarkably cleverin making things requiring fancy and skill.Agnes, her twin, flushed very red, not merely fromthe straining of the cough which had frequently dis-tressed her, but from jealous emotion. Agnes had nota lowly heart, and in her heart angry feelings wererising at her sister's asking that the finest and mostornamental portion of the work should be givento her."Of course mamma will not let you have thebeautiful embroidery to do, Dora, and leave the plainmohair and merino to me, her eldest daughter !" ex-claimed Agnes, laying a proud stress on the wordeldest, though there was but an hour's differencebetween the ages of the twins."Why, Agnes, what nonsense that is!" criedLucius, bluntly; "you know, as well as I do, thatyour clumsy fingers can't so much as hem a silkA, C
32 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.handkerchief neatly, and how would they manageembroidery in purple, scarlet, and blue? Your badwork would spoil the whole thing.""Don't you meddle; you don't know anythingabout work!" exclaimed Agnes, in a loud, angry tone,which brought on another severe fit of coughing andwhooping.Mrs. Temple was grieved at the ill-temper shownby her eldest daughter, and all the more so as Agneswas in so suffering a state as to make it difficult for amother to reprove her as she would have done had thegirl been in health. The lady had to wait for sometime before the cough was quieted enough for hergentle voice to be heard, though Amy had quicklybrought a glass of water to help in stopping thatcough. When Agnes could breathe freely again, themother thus addressed her family circle:-"I should be vexed indeed, my children,' if what I-proposed as a pleasant and profitable occupation foryou all, should become a cause of strife, an occasion:for foolish pride and contention. The Tabernacle wasin itself a holy thing, made so by the special appoint-ment and presence of the Lord; I would wish themaking of its model to be a kind of holy employment,
THE CURTAINS. 33one never to be marred by jealousy and pride. Theprofits of your labour, if there be any, you mean todevote to helping the poor; therefore I hope that wemay consider the work as an offering to the Lord-avery small offering, it is true, but still one which Hemay deign to accept, if it be made in a lowly, lovingspirit; but if selfish, worldly feelings creep in, thengood works themselves become evil. The Israeliteswere expressly forbidden to offer any creature in whichthere was a blemish or fault,'and our offerings arecertainly blemished and spoilt if we mix with themjealousy and pride."Agnes bit her lip and knitted her brow. She wasnot without both good sense and good feeling, but shehad not yet obtained the mastery over her jealoustemper."I do not see why Dora should be favoured -aboveme," she murmured." Dora is not favoured above you," replied themother, gravely. "The simple state of the case isthis-different talents are given to different persons.You have a good memory, Dora a skilful hand. Werethe work in question to be the repeating of a chapterby heart, Dora would never expect to be the one
34 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.chosen to repeat it. Why should pride make yourefuse to own that there are some things in which ayounger sister may excel you ?"Agnes hesitated, and glanced at her mother. Thegirl's brow was a little clouded still, and yet therewere signs that her pride was giving way." I leave the decision to your own good sense andfeeling, my love," said Mrs. Temple. " Judge yourselfwhether, if your desire be to make a really beautifulmodel worthy of the good object to which we devoteit, it would be better to place the embroidery part inDora's hands or your own."" Let Dora do it," said Agnes, with a little effort,her eyes filling with tears, for it was hard to her, as itis to most of us, to wrestle down struggling pride.Mrs. Temple smiled kindly upon her daughter." One of the most precious lessons which we canlearn," said the mother, "is, in obedience to thecommand of our Lord, to be willing to be last of all,and servant of all. The sacrifice of our pride and self-will is more pleasing to our Maker than the mostcostly gifts can be. It is worthyof notice that it wasnot the outer covering of the Tabernacle, that partwhich would be seen from every quarter of Israel's
THE CURTAINS. 35camp, that"was most beauteous and precious. Therichest curtains were those seen far less often, thosethat had the lowest place in the building. So ourMaker cares far more for what is within than for whatis without, and there is no ornament so fair in His eyesas that of a meek and quiet spirit."8,t^
CHAPTER IV.PRECIOUS THINGS.DO not think that the Tabernacle was a grandbuilding, after all," observed Lucius, " thoughthere is so much written about it in the Bible.Why, it was only about forty-five feet by fifteen-notso large as the chapel at the end of the town, andnot for one moment to be compared to the grandcathedral which we all went to see last summer."" There is one thing which you perhaps overlook,"said his mother; "when the Tabernacle was raised,the Israelites were a nation of wanderers, and had nofixed habitation. Their Tabernacle was a large, mag-nificent tent, made to be carried about from place toplace by the Levites. Every portion of it,was so con-trived as to be readily taken to pieces, and then puttogether again. This could not have been done with abuilding of very great size."
PRECIOUS THINGS. 37" Nobody could carry about the great cathedral, oreven the little chapel!" cried Elsie; " but they werenever meant to be moved, they are fixed quite firm inthe ground.""The size of the Tabernacle was indeed not great,"continued Mrs. Temple; "but, besides its being filledwith a glory which is never beheld now in any buildingraised by man, the treasures lavished on it must havegiven to it a very splendid appearance. It has beencalculated that the gold and silver used in making the"Tabernacle must alone have amounted in value to theenormous sum of 185,000 pounds!"Exclamations of surprise were uttered, and Doraremarked-" Why, that would be enough to pay forthe building of forty large churches as handsome asthe new one which we all admire so much.""And the new church holds ten times as manypeople as the Tabernacle could," observed Agnes."I cannot think how a large nation like the Israelitescould find space to meet in such a small place, onlyabout twice the size of this room! ""The Tabernacle was never intended to be to theIsraelites what a church is to us," remarked Mrs.Temple. " In the warm climate of Arabia the people
38 THE CHILDREN S TABERNACLE.worshipped in the open air, under the blue canopy ofthe sky; no building to shelter them was required,such as is needful in England. The men of Israelbrought their sacrifices to the court of the Tabernacle,where, as you already know, the Altar of burnt-offering and the Laver were placed,"" But, mamma, what was inside the Tabernacleitself-what was so very carefully kept under thosefour sets of curtains ? " asked Dora."The Tabernacle was divided into two rooms by amost magnificent curtain of rich embroidery calledthe 'Veil,' " replied Mrs. Temple. " The outer room,which was double the size of the inner, was named the' Holy,' or 'Sanctuary.' In this outer room werekept the splendid golden Candlestick with its sevenbranches, each supporting a lamp which burned allthrough the night, and the Table of Shewbread, onwhich twelve cakes of unleavened bread were con-stantly kept-the supply being changed on everySabbath."" Ah! I remember, it was that shewbread whichwas given to David when he was hungry," saidLucius, "though it was meant to be eaten only bypriests."
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 41"What other, things were in the outer part of theTabernacle ?" asked Agnes." There was the Altar of Incense, my love, uponwhich sweet perfume was daily burned, so that theroom was filled with fragrance." '"You have told us, mamma, what was in the firstpart of the beautiful Tabernacle; but what was in thevery innermost part, the little room beyond the Veil ?"asked Amy."That little room, about fifteen feet square, wascalled the 'Holy of holies,' and contained the mostprecious object of all-the special symbol of the pre-sence of the Most High. That object was the Ark,with its cover of, pure gold which was called the'Mercy-seat,' and on which were figures of cherubim,wrought also in gold, with wings outstretched. Overthis Mercy-seat, and between the golden cherubimrested the wondrous glory which showed that Godwas with his people. David, doubtless, referred tothis when he wrote in the eighteenth Psalm,'Thou that dwellest between the cherubims, shineforth!'""And were not precious things laid up in theArk?" inquired Agnes. " Were not the tables of
42 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.---- ------ -stone on which the Commandments were written putinto it ""And the Pot of Manna, kept to remind thepeople how their fathers were fed in the desert ?"said Dora ?"And the wonderful Rod of Aaron, that budded,and blossomed, and bore fruit; was not that also inthe Ark?" asked Lucius."All these most precious and holy things were laidup in the Ark,* beneath the golden cherubim," repliedMrs. Temple."Oh, I should have liked above all things to haveseen them! " exclaimed little Elsie. "I should haveliked to have lifted up the splendid curtain-veil, and tohave gone into the Holy of holies-if the light had notbeen too dazzling bright-and have looked upon all,those precious things! Most of all, I'd have liked tosee that wonderful Rod of Aaron, if it was the veryvery same rod that had once been turned into aserpent.""Ah, my child, none of us would have dared tohave lifted that Veil or to have placed a foot within* Or, as some think, in front of the Ark.-See the " Bishops'Commentary."
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PRECIOUS THINGS. 45the Holy of holies! " exclaimed Mrs. Temple. " Nomortal was ever suffered to enter that place, mostsacred of all, except the High Priest, and that but onone day of the year-the Day of Atonement. Aaronhimself, the first High Priest, with trembling awemust have lifted the Veil, and approached the Mercy-seat over which the cherubims spread their wings ofgold!"Mrs. Temple spoke in so solemn a tone, as shepointed to the picture of the High Priest kneeling inthe Holy of holies, that the children felt that thesubject was very sacred, and none of them spoke forseveral moments. Then Lucius observed--" There isnow no place on earth into which no one dare enter,like the Holy of holies in the Tabernacle of old."" No, my son, because the Veil has been rent intwain, and the Lord Christ, our great High Priest, hasopened a free way for all ,believers, even into the Holy.of holies where God dwells in glory for ever! " saidMrs. Temple, with even greater reverence in hermanner, and clasping her hands as she spoke."Mamma, I cannot understand you! " cried Amy."These are the deep things of God, my love, andit is very difficult to explain their meaning to. children.
-r46 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.The Tabernacle and the things within it were types,or, as we may call them, pictures of heavenly mysteries,revealed to us by the Gospel. But we will not enternow upon these difficult subjects. I think that youknow a little about the appearance of the Tabernacleof which you are anxious to make a model, and also ofwhat was contained within it. To understand the,meaning of that holy place, and of its contents, willrequire much earnest thought and attention. We mayperhaps converse a little about it to-morrow, which isSunday. You will have abundance of time, as the fearof giving infection to others obliges me to keep youfrom going to church."/
CHAPTER V.PREPARATION.WISH that to-morrow were any day butSunday!" exclaimed Lucius. "Just whenone is setting about a long work, eager tomeasure and to make, to cut and to clip, it isvexatious to have to stop in the middle of business, toshove away knife, ruler, pencil, pasteboard, and all,into a drawer for the next twenty-four hours!""Perhaps it would be better not to begin the workat all until Monday," mildly suggested his mother." Oh no, we've all the Saturday afternoon, let's setto making our model at once'! " exclaimed Lucius."cPlease, please, don't make us put off!" criedDora and Elsie.Mrs. Temple was a very indulgent mother, andwas inclined to be all the more so as every one of herchildren was either suffering from whooping-cough orD
48 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.just recovering from its effects. Their mother feltsorry at the necessity for shutting out her family frommany of their usual occupations and pleasures, and evenfrom the privilege of going to church. The lady didnot, therefore, in the least press the subject of delay,but offered, as soon as early dinner should be over, togo and search in her drawers and boxes for suchmaterials as she might think suitable for the model ofthe Tabernacle, which her children were so eager tomake. The dinner-bell sounded while Mrs. Templewas speaking, and the family went together to theroom in which they took all their meals, and gatheredround the table which was spread with a plentiful,though plain repast.While the young Temples are engaged with theirdinner, let me introduce them a little more individuallyto my reader. There, at the bottom of the table, isLucius, a sunburnt, pleasant-looking schoolboy, with amass of brown, half-curly locks brushed back from hisforehead. He has quick eyes and restless hands, whichare seldom perfectly still, even if they have no betteroccupation than that of tying and untying a morsel ofstring; but they are now busily plying a large knifeand fork, for Lucius is a skilful carver, and the joint
PREPARATION, 49of mutton is placed before him, from which to help allthe party.The pale girl seated on the right of Lucius, witheyes weak and reddened by the effect of her cough, isAgnes, the elder of the twins. Her brow is furrowed,perhaps from the same cause, perhaps because sheis more irritable in temper than her brother andsisters. But Agnes is a conscientious girl, one whothinks much of duty: and we may hope that "prayerand pains," which it has been well said can do any-thing, will give her the mastery over faults againstwhich she is trying to struggle.Opposite to Agnes sits Dora, who, though hertwin, is not much like her, being a good deal taller,prettier, and more animated than she. Dora is a muchgreater favourite with Lucius and the younger girlsthan the elder twin, from being gay, obliging, andclever. Agnes is perfectly aware that such is the case,and has to pray and strive against the sin of jealousy,which is too ready to creep into her heart and poisonall her enjoyments.On either side of Mrs. Temple are her two youngerdaughters, Amy and Elsie. The former, with softbrown eyes and long flaxen hair tied with blue ribbons,
50 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE,is strikingly like her mother, who has, at least sothink her children, the sweetest face in the world.Amy has never been known to quarrel or utter anangry word, and is always ready to give help to anyone who needs it. It is no wonder that so gentle agirl is beloved. But Amy knows herself to be by nomeans faultless, and is much on her guard against theasilly vanity which a mother's watchful eye has foundout to be lurk ng in the mind of, her dear little girl.Elsie is a merry blue-eyed child, full of life andintelligence, forward-rather too forward for her age.She has for six years held the place of baby in thehome of her widowed mother, and her family arerather disposed to indulge her as if she were a babystill. She enters with animation into the amusementsof the elder children, and is by no means disposed tobe seen. and not heard, as Lucius often laughingly tellsher that such little people should be.The conversation during dinner was almost en-tirely on the subject of the model, and flowed onpleasantly enough, except when interrupted by cough-ing; but all the children were glad when meal-timewas over, and their mother, with Amy and Elsieskipping before her, went off to hunt over her little
PREPARATION. 51stores for suchI materials as might be found useful.Lucius employed the time of their absence in exploringthe lumber-room for tops of old boxes or other bits ofwood that might, when fastened together, do for theground-frame of the model, into which the gildedpillars might be fixed. Dora, with pencil and paper,busied herself in trying to make an embroidery pattern,introducing the figures of cherubim. Agnes, who wastoo weak for much exertion, and who took less keeninterest in the work than did her sisters, lay on the sofareading a book, until the return of Amy and Elsie, eachof whom carried some little treasure in her'hands." Look, Agnes, look at these shining reels of goldand silver thread !" exclaimed the youngest child witheager delight."Gold thread-ah that's just what I want! "cried Dora, throwing down her pencil."And here is mamma's book of gold leaf; there isa little gold sheet between every one of the pages,"continued Elsie. "But oh! it is so thin, so very thin,one dare not breathe near, or the gold would all flyaway!""I thought that gold was a very heavy metal,"observed Agnes, looking up from her book.
52 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE."But it is beaten out into such extreme finenessthat a bit of gold no larger than a pea would gild allthese," said Lucius, who had just entered the roomwith his arms full of pieces of wood."See, Agnes, what we have brought for you! 'cried Amy. " Here is a beautiful piece of bluemerino for the outer curtains (the badgers'-skin cover,you know), and blue silk with which to sew it; andhere is another piece of mohair for the goats'-skincover, so you are supplied directly with everything thatyou need; is not that nice ?"Agnes did not look so much delighted as her sister-expected that she would; perhaps because she wasscarcely well enough to take much pleasure in sewing;perhaps because she had still a lingering feeling ofmortification at not having been trusted with the em-broidery part of the work."I hope that you have brought me the fine linen/for the beautiful inner curtains, and the veil, for theHoly of holies," cried Dora."No, mamma cannot find any linen fine enough,unless she were to tear up her handkerchiefs, and thatwould be a pity," said Amy. "But mamma has pro-mised to buy some linen both for your curtains and for
PREPARATION. 53mine that are, you know, to hang all round the opencourt of the Tabernacle."" It is very 'tiresome to have to stop at thebeginning for want of fine linen!" exclaimed Dora." I hope that mamma will go out and buy us plenty atonce.""Ah Dora, you know that mamma owned thismorning that she felt very tired," said Amy, a littlereproachfully; "and the shops are a good way off; itis not as if we lived in the town.""Besides, it is raining," observed Elsie, who waslooking out of the window."It is merely a little drizzle, that would not hurt afly!" exclaimed Dora. "Mamma never minds a fewtiny drops when she puts on her waterproof cloak.""Mamma never minds anything that has only todo with her own comfort," observed Amy." So there is more need that we should mind forher," said Agnes." I'm sure that I wish that I could go to the shopsmyself without troubling any one!" exclaimed theimpatient Dora. "If it were not for this stupidtiresome infection, I'd get Lucius to go with me thisminute, and would we not return laden with linen,
54 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.pasteboard, and aill sorts of things! But mamma'sfear of setting other people coughing and whoopingmakes her keep us shut up here in prison."" Mamma is quite right !" exclaimed Lucius. "Isay so, though I hate more than you do being boxedup here in the house.""Mamma is quite right," re-echoed poor Agnes, assoon as she recovered voice after another violent fit ofcoughing, which almost choked her. "I should notlike to give any one else such a dreadful complaint asthis."Mrs. Temple now entered the room, with severalthings in her hand. " I have found a nice bit of redTurkey cloth," said she, " so my little Elsie will beable to set to work on her curtains at once."The child clapped her hands with pleasure, andthen scampered off for her little Tunbridge-wareworkbox."I hope that you have found the linen too,mamma," cried Dora; " I am in a hurry for it, a verygreat hurry," she added, regardless of an 'indignantlook from Agnes, and a pleading one from Amy."I am sorry that I have no suitable linen," repliedthe lady, "but I intend to go out and buy some."
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PREPARATION. 57"Not to-day, not now, it is raining; you aretired," cried several voices; that of Dora was, how-ever, not heard amongst them." I have here some pasteboard, though not sufficientfor our model, and a bottle of strong gum which willbe most useful," said the lady, placing on the tablewhat she had brought; "but gilt paper will. be neededas well as gold leaf, and of it I have none; I mustprocure that, and some more pasteboard for my dearboy.""(And plenty of wire, cut into five-inch lengths forthe pillars," added Lucius."And linen for Amy and me," joined in Dora."But please buy nothing till Monday," saidAgnes; the work can wait quite well for a couple ofdays.""Yes, yes, do wait till Monday," cried the otherchildren; Dora again being the only exception.Dora's selfishness was marring her offering, asAgnes's pride had blemished hers. How difficult it iseven in the most innocent pleasure, even in the most.holy occupation, to keep away every stain of sin!Ever since the sad time when evil entered the beautifulgarden of Eden, and Adam and Eve ate of the fruit
58 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.which God had forbidden them to taste, pride, selfish-ness, and unholiness have been natural to the humanheart. Even when we most earnestly try to do whatwe think good works, how much we need to be on ourguard lest sin creep in to spoil allDora, though silent, showed so plainly by her looksher extreme impatience to be supplied at once with thematerials for which she could have so easily waitedthat her gentle mother made up her mind to gratifythe wish of her daughter. Mrs. Temple put on herwaterproof cloak, and, tired as she was, went forth ona shopping expedition. It vexed the children to seethat the clouds grew darker and the shower fell moreheavily not long after their mother had quitted thehouse." If mamma catches cold or has pain in her face, itis all Dora's fault! " exclaimed Lucius."It was so selfish-so silly not to wait," observed,Agnes; "just see how the rain is pouring!"I love mamma as much as any of you do!" criedDora, her heart swelling with vexation, so that shecould hardly refrain from tears."You love yourself better, that's all," remarkedLucius; and his words were more true than polite.
PREPARATION. 59Mrs. Temple returned home very much tired andrather wet, notwithstanding her umbrella and water-proof cloak. And Dora was, after all, disappointed ofher wish to have the linen and begin her embroiderywork directly. Mrs. Temple had found it difficult tocarry home parcels when she 'had an umbrella to holdup on a windy day, and had also feared that goodsmight get damp if taken through driving rain. Thewire, pasteboard, gold-paper, and linen were to besent home in the evening, and the longed-for parceldid not appear until it was time for the twins to followtheir younger sisters to bed.\c~~
CHAPTER VI.TYPES."This is the day when Christ arose,So early from the dead;And shall I still my eyelids closeAnd waste my hours in bed!"This is the day when Jesus brokeThe chains of death and hell;And shall I still wear Satan's yokeAnd love my sins so well!"HIS well-kriown hymn was on Amy's mindwhen she awoke on the following day, and itrose from her heart like the sweet incense burntevery morning in the Tabernacle of Israel. ButDora's thoughts on waking, and for some time after-wards, might be summed up in the words-" Oh, Iwish that this day were not Sunday! How tiresomeit is, when my beautiful pattern is all ready, not to beable to try it! "Mrs. Temple did not appear to be much the worse
TYPES. 61for her shopping in the rain. Her children knewnothing of the aching in her limbs and the pain in herface which she felt, as she bore both quietly and wentabout her duties as usual. Dora did not trouble her-self even to ask if her mother were well. It was notthat, Dora did not love her kind parent, but at thattime the mind of the little girl was completely takenup by her embroidery in scarlet, purple, and. blue.As the children might not go to church, Mrs.Temple read and prayed with them at home, sufferingnone but Lucius to help her, and letting him read but-little, for fear of bringing back his cough.All through the time of prayers, though Doraknelt like the rest of the children, and was as quietand looked almost as attentive as any, her needleworkwas running in her mind. If she thought of the happycherubim, it was not of their crying "Holy, holy,holy !" in heaven, but of the forms of their faces andwings, and how she could best imitate such with herneedle.I will not say that the other children thoughtabout the Tabernacle only as a holy thing describedin the Bible from which religious lessons could belearnt,-little plans for sewing, measuring, or making
62 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.the model would sometimes intrude, even at prayer-time; but Lucius had resolutely locked up his knife,and he and three of his sisters at least tried to givefull attention to what their mother was speaking, whenshe read and explained the Word of God.Mrs. Temple purposely chose the ninth chapter ofthe Epistle to the Hebrews, a very difficult chapter tothe young, but one likely specially to interest herfamily at a time when the subject of the Tabernacle inthe wilderness was uppermost in the minds of alL Itwill be noticed that Dora did not join at all in theconversation which followed the reading."Mamma, that chapter comes nearly at the end ofthe Bible, and is about our Lord and his death,"observed Lucius; "and yet it tells us about theTabernacle, and its ark, and the high priest going intothe Holy of holies. Now, what could the Tabernaclein the desert have to do with our Lord and His dying,-that Tabernacle which was made nearly fifteenhundred years before the birth of Christ, and whichwas no longer of any use after Solomon's templewas built ?""The Tabernacle, the ark, the high priest, thesacrifices were all TYPES or figures of greater things'to
TYPES. 63come," replied Mrs. Temple. "There was a secretmeaning in them all, referring to our Lord, His work,and His death, and the glorious heaven which-He wasto open to all believers.""I don't know what a type is," said Elsie." It is not clear to me either," observed Amy." Unless we quite understand what a type means,we shall lose much of the lesson conveyed by thewanderings of the children of Israel, and the longaccount of the Tabernacle, what was in it, and whatwas done there, which we find in the books of Moses,"remarked Mrs. Temple,"It, always seemed to me as if' that Tabernaclewere quite a thing of the past," said Agnes, "andthat it belonged only to the Israelites of old. I nevercould make out why Christian people in England,thousands of years after the Tabernacle had quitedisappeared, should care to know anything about it,the ark, or the altar.""But you say that all these things were types,"observed Amy. "Now, what is a type, dearmamma? " A kind of shadow or picture of something usuallygreater than itself," replied Mrs. Temple.
64 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE." I don't understand," said Elsie, raising her blueeyes gravely to the face of her mother." You know, my love, that before you came. to livein fhis house, when none of the family but myself hadseen it, you still had some little knowledge of what itwas like.""Yes, mamma, for you brought us little picturesof the house, both. of the back and the front," said,Agnes." We knew that it was a pretty white house, andhad a little tower on one side, and that trees weregrowing in front, and creepers all up it!" criedElsie." Now, I might have described the place to you in.writing, but you would not have known its appearanceas well as you did from the pictures," observedMrs. Temple." No, from a mere description I should not havebeen able to find out the house directly as I did whenI walked alone from the station," cried Lucius."There are several white houses near this, but theremembrance of the pictures made me know in amoment which was the right one,"" Now, my children, just what a picture is to the
TYPES. 65object which it represents, so is a type to its antitype;that word means the. realthing of which it is a like,ness," observed Mrs. Temple."I am afraid that I am very stupid in not makingout what you mean at once, dear mamma," said Amy;"but if you would explain just one type in the Bible, Ithink that I might understand better.""Let us take, then, the innermost part of theTabernacle, the Holy of holies," replied Mrs. Temple." It was a very beautiful place, full of the glory ofGod, into which no objects were allowed to be butsuch as were precious and pure; there was the mercy-seat like a throne, and there were the bright cherubimspreading their golden wings. Now, my children, ifwe compare small things to great things, cannot youof yourselves find out of what this Holy of holies was apicture or type ""A type of heaven!" exclaimed several voices atonce; but Amy looked distressed, and murmuredsoftly, "' I hope not a type of heaven.""And why not ? " asked Lucius, quickly." Because no one was ever allowed to go into theHoly of holies save one man, and he only once in theyear," replied Amy, sadly.
/66 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE."'And that not without blood," said Lucius, pointingto the seventh verse of the chapter which his motherhad just been reading."Go on reading, Lucius," said his parent, andLucius, as desired, went on. "Not without blood, whichhe offered for himself and for the errors of the people,the Holy Ghost thus signifying that the way into theholiest of all was not yet made manifest.""Or, in simpler words," said Mrs. Temple, "thatthe way into heaven was not yet made plain. WhenChrist, our great High Priest, had gone into heaven,neither.by the blood of goats and calves, but by His ownblood He entered in once into the holy place, havingobtained eternal redemption for us.""Then, mother, the" high priest must have been aTYPE of the Lord Jesus Christ! " exclaimed Lucius."No," interrupted Agnes, "the sacrifice was thetype, the sacrifice whose blood had been shed."" Both high priest and sacrifice were types of ourblessed Saviour," replied Mrs. Temple. "The Lordwas the victim offered, and He was also the high priestwho made the offering, for He laid down His life ofHimself, since no man had power to take it from theAlmighty Son of the Most High."
TYPES. 67"Was there any particular meaning in the veil ofthe Temple being rent in twain from the top to thebottom, as soon as our Lord died on the cross?"inquired Agnes, who had been listening with seriousattention."We cannot doubt it," answered her mother."The Temple was the far larger, more substantialbuilding which took the place of the Tabernacle ofthe wandering children of Israel; it, too, had its veilof rich work to shut out from mortal view the Holy ofholies. But as soon as the One great Sacrifice hadbeen offered on the cross, when the dying Lord couldcry out IT IS FINISHED," then followed the rendingasunder of the hiding veil, as a sign and type that allthe Lord's people, through His precious blood, mightfreely enter heaven, the real Holy of holies, and appearwithout dread of meeting His wrath in the presence ofGod the Father.* The Temple standing at the time of our Lord's death was notSolomon's, which had been burnt more than six hundred years before./
CHAPTER VII.DRAWN ASIDE.HE subject of the preceding conversation hadbeen so exceedingly solemn that even littleElsie had a grave look of awe on her roundrosy face, though she could understand but little' of thegreat mysteries of which her mother had been speak-ing. Elsie could only gather that a type was like apicture of something much greater and more wondrousthan itself, and said in her simple, childish way, " Isnot a type like your very tiny photo, mamma, so littlethat we could not make out that there was any pictureat all till we held it up to the light, and then we couldsee the Queen's great palace quite plain ?""Elsie has given us a type of a type? " criedLucius, clapping his little sister on the shoulder."What do you mean by that ?" asked Agnes.
DRAWN ASIDE. 69Lucius was puzzled to explain his own meaning,which was perhaps note very clear to himself, so hismother came to his help."Elsie's very minute photograph is not a badillustration of what Bible types aire," remarked Mrs.Temple. " They look small, and might almost escapenotice, until the eye of faith sees them in the clearlight of God's Word, and then what seemed little morethan a speck, may be found to be a likeness of some-thing grander far than a royal palace.""It would be interesting to find out some otherBible types," observed Agnes." I was just going to propose that while I attend:afternoon service, you should all occupy the time ofmy absence in each finding a type, which we can talkover in the evening," said Mrs. Temple."I should like that!" cried Lucius; "I am gladof anything to make the afternoon less dull; for Iknow that as it is damp to-day we shall all have tokeep within bounds," he added, Agnes having justbegun a fit of coughing." I should like to find a Bible type if I could, butI'm afraid that I am too stupid," said Amy."You and me, we'll try together," cried Elsie,
70 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.1Alaying her plump dimpled hand on that of hersister."C Ah! you think that union is strength, Pussie! "cried Lucius; "and.that you two youngest of theparty will together be a match for any one of therest."Little Elsie's brain had now been quite long enoughon the stretch, and after jumping upon her mother'sknee to give her " a good tight'kiss," the child ran offto play with her Noah's Ark. The family then dis-persed to various parts of the house, soon,to reassembleat the cheerful sound of the dinner-bell.After Mrs. Temple had started for church, Lucius,Agnes, and Amy took up their Bibles to search inthem for types, while little Elsie amused herself with abook of Scripture pictures. Dora went to the roomcalled the study, in which the children usually learned,their lessons in the morning, and amused themselvesin the evening, and in which they kept their workboxesand desks, and most of their books. Dora found noone in the study, and sauntered up to the side table,covered with green cloth, on which stood her neat little:workbox."Of course am not going to do one stitch of my
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DRAWN ASIDE. 71embroidery to-day, because this is Sunday," said Dorato herself. "But there can be no harm in just lookingat my pretty pattern, and seeing whether it is likely todo for the inner curtains and veil."Dora opened the box, and took out the patternwhich lay on the neatly-folded piece of linen which hermother had given to her just before the twins hadgone upstairs to bed. Dora admired her own pattern,which was really drawn out with some skill, but shesaw that it was not quite perfect. Her pencil layclose at hand; Dora could not, or did not, resist thetemptation to put in a few touches to this and thatpart of the drawing."I wonder how I should arrange the colours,"thought Dora; "I wish that I had more scarlet in myreel, and I think that my blue skein is too dark; Agneshas some sky-blue sewing silk, I know. Perhaps thatwould be better, or both shades might have a prettyeffect; mixed with the scarlet and purple."Dora took out her reels and skeins, and placedthem beside her pattern, and tried to imagine the effectof the different combinations of colour. Would it bewell for the cherubim to be worked in purple or blue,or entirely in thread of gold, like their wings ? DoraE
72 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.was inclined to think the last plan best, only gold"thread is so stiff, and difficult to manage."I shall never go to rest till I have made up mymind about this," muttered Dora to herself, " and howcan I decide what will suit best till I try ? And whyshould I not try?" Dora, with her coloured silksbefore her, was, like Eve, looking at the forbiddenfruit, and listening to the voice of the Tempter, whowould persuade her that evil was good. " There aresome things which even mamma says are quite lawfulto be done on Sundays, such as charitable works.Mamma herself dressed the cook's scalded arm upona Sunday, and put in a stitch or two to keep thebandages firm. That was surely sewing on a Sunday,but then that was a work of charity. Well, but mineis a work of charity, too." Thus Dora went on,.whilethe dangerous current of inclination was graduallydrifting her on towards breaking in act the FourthCommandment, which she had all day long beenbreaking in thought. "Our Tabernacle is to be themodel of a holy-a very holy thing, just the kind ofthing which it is right to think about on Sunday.Then it is to be made for a very charitable purpose.I am sure that bandaging the cook's arm is no better
DRAWN ASIDE. 7work than helping a ragged school; I don't thinkthat it is really as good, for aunt's poor little pupilsare taught to love God and read the Bible. No, itsurely cannot be wrong to assist such an excellentwork on any day in the seven."Dora unrolled a length of blue silk, took out aneedle and threaded it. She had almost succeeded insilencing conscience, at least for a time; she hadalmost persuaded herself that in amusing herself shewas helping a holy cause; and that God would not bedispleased at her breaking His commandment, becauseshe was going to work for the poor. There is,perhaps, no more dangerous error than to think thatthe end justifies the means-that it is lawful to aChristian to do evil that good may come. Oh, dearyoung reader! if you ever-find yourself trying to quietconscience by the thought that to do a great good youmay do a little harm, start back as if you caught sightof the trail of a snake in your path! Yes, for theserpent who deceived Eve is trying to deceive youalso. If Dora had been honest and candid withherself, she would have seen, as her fingers busilyplied the needle, that she was really working for herown pleasure; that her embroidering a piece of linen
74 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.was an utterly different thing from her mother'sbandaging a badly-scalded arm, and relieving asufferer's pain. To cases of necessity such as that,the Saviour's words truly applied--" It is lawful todo good on the Sabbath-day;" but there was nothingto justify Dora in following her own inclination, andworking on the day appointed for holy worship andrest.If there was really no harm in what she wasdoing, why was it that Dora started so when sheheard her mother's voice at the door of the study,and why did she so hurriedly thrust linen, pattern, andsilks back into the workbox as her gentle parententered the room ?Dora's back was turned towards the door, .sothat, from her being between it and the table, Mrs.Temple could not see the cause of the little bustlingmovement which she noticed on coming into thestudy."lWhat are you doing, my love ?" asked thelady."Nothing," answered Dora, quickly, as she suc-ceeded in shutting down the lid of her workbox. Theword was uttered in haste, without reflection; but the
DRAWN A SIDE. 75instant after it had passed her lips a pang shot throughthe young girl's heart, for she was aware that, perhapsfor the first time in her life, she had uttered a down-right falsehood. Conscience could be silenced nolonger; the second sin into which Dora had beendrawn by her fear showed her in a strong light thenature of the first, into which she had been drawn byher love of amusement. If she had not been doingwhat was wrong, she would not have been afraid lesther occupation should be found out by her tender,indulgent mother.Mrs. Temple never doubted the word of one ofher children, but she could not help thinking thatthe ,manner of Dora was strange, and she wouldprobably have inquired further into its cause, hadshe not just then been followed into the study byLucius, The boy had his Bible in his hand, and athoughtful, perplexed look on his face, which at oncefixed the attention of Mrs. Temple. Dora was gladthat her mother's attention should be drawn by any-thing from herself, for otherwise she could not havehidden her confusion. She seated herself on a stool"by the window, with her face turned away from herparent, and there remained a silent listener to the
76 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.following conversation between Mrs. Temple and herson. Whether that conversation was likely to makeDora's conscience easier or not, I leave the reader tojudge.5-i
CHAPTER VIII.SACRIFICES.HAVE been looking out for a type, mamma, asyou wished us to do," said Lucius, seatinghimself on the sofa on which his parent hadtaken her place, and resting his Bible upon her knee."I am not sure whether I may not have heard alreadyfrom you that Abraham's sacrificing his dear son is akind of shadow of God's sacrificing His only Son; atany rate, I thought of this as the type which I shouldchoose to speak of in the evening.""You could hardly have chosen a more remarkabletype, my boy. I believe that Abraham was commandedto sacrifice his son not only to try the fond father'sfaith and obedience, but also that Isaac ascendingMount Moriah with the wood for the burnt-offering onhis shoulder, might be to the end of time a type of the
78 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.blessed Saviour bearing the cross on which He was tosuffer on Calvary."" Ah mother, it is all that suffering and sacrificingthat is such a difficulty to me!" exclaimed Lucius." Why is so much suffering needed at all ? " The boylooked earnestly into his mother's face as he spoke."It is a sad mystery, Lucius, we do not fullyunderstand it; but one thing is certain, not only fromwhat we read in the Bible, -but from what we see inthe world around us, and. that thing is that sin andsuffering are bound together, we cannot separate them;suffering is the shadow of sin and must follow it; THEWAGES OF SIN IS DEATH (Rom. vi. 23)." But you have taught us that GOD IS LOVE," said.Lucius, thoughtfully." Surely God is love," replied Mrs. Temple; " Godloves man, but God hates sin, which is'the greatestenemy of man. It is God's merciful will that manshould be saved both from sin here, and from its mostterrible punishment hereafter."" The Holy of holies is a difficulty to me," observedLucius; "why should no man, save the high priest,be suffered to go in, or draw near the mercy-seat ofGod ? "
SACRIFICES. 79" Ask yourself what lesson this would have taughtyou had you been one of the children of Israel," saidMrs. Temple.. "When you beheld the Tabernaclewith the wondrous cloud resting upon it, and gazedthrough the opening in front on the veil which hidfrom your eyes the more dazzling glory within-thatglory which was a sign of the immediate presence ofGod, into which on pain of death you dared not enter-what would have been the thought uppermost inyour mind ?""The thought that God was terribly holy, and thatno human being was fit to come near Him," repliedLucius, gravely.,"But one man was allowed to draw near," observedMrs. Temple."Only the high priest, and that with the blood ofa sacrifice," said her son."And so mankind were taught that there is away to approach a holy God, but only one way; theywere taught that sacrifice was needful, that WITHouTSHEDDING OF BLOOD THERE IS NO REMISSION (forgivenessof sin), Heb. ix. 22."But, mother, surely God does not require theblood of bulls and goats " cried Lucius.
80 THE CHILDREN'S TABERNACLE.Mrs. Temple in reply turned over the leaves of theBible, till she found the fortieth Psalm, and thenread aloud, " Burnt-offering and sacrifice hast Thou notrequired. Then said I, Lo I come; in the volume of thebook it is written 'of Me, I delight to do Thy wVill, 0 myGod." It is the Lord Jesus Christ who says this bythe mouth of David. The blood of lambs and othercreatures was worthless, save as signs and pledges ofthe precious blood of Christ which cleanseth from allsin,* the blood of Him who is indeed THE LAMB OF GODTHAT TAKETH AWAY THE SINS OF THE WORLD.t"It seems so sad that the Lord, who had done nosin, should have to bear all that agony on the cross,"murmured Lucius." Christ bore it in our STEAD," said Mrs. Temple;"He suffered the punishment for sin, that sinners,repenting and believing, might be saved, forgiven, andmade happy for ever.""I still cannot clearly make out the use of sacrifices-I mean of animals," said Lucius." They taught that one being may sufferinstead ofanother," replied Mrs. Temple, speaking slowly, thather son might weigh well every word. "When an* John i. 7. t John i. 29.'
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SACRIFICES. 83Israelite brought a lamb for sacrifice it was just asif he had said, '0 holy God, I know that I am asinner, and that I deserve to suffer for my sin; but inmercy accept the life of this lamb instead of mine.' Itwas to teach this same lesson that Aaron the highpriest was commanded to lay his hands on the head ofa living goat, and confess over him the sins of all thechildren of Israel. The scape-goat (as it was called),was then sent away into the desert, bearing away withhim all the sins which had been solemnly confessedover him by the high priest of God. With a thankfulheart and lightened conscience must every faithfulIsraelite have seen the scape-goat led away from thecamp. 'My sins are taken from me, far as the east isfrom the west,' he might say, 'I shall never neverhave to bear that terrible burden myself.' "" But why have we no scape-goats and no sacrificesnow?" asked Lucius; while Dora silently thought,"What a comfort it would be to see all one's sinscarried far away from us for ever!"" We need no more such sacrifices now," repliedMrs. Temple, " because the One great Sacrifice whichChrist made of Himself on the cross is so infinitelyprecious, that it is enough to save a world that was