SUNDAY ECHOES IN
OF "SUNDAY ECHOES IN WEEK-DAY HOURS: TALES ILLUSTRATIVE
OF THE COLLECTS AND THE CHURCH CATECHISM, AND OF
THE JOURNEYINGS OF THE ISRAELITES."
THE DEANERY, GUERNSEY.
& HALLIDAY, 54,
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AlND TO THE
visaLi fs o choa5ff l
AND ESPECIALLY TO THOSE BOYS WHOM THE
PROVIDENCE OF GOD
HAS BROUGHT UNDER THE INFLUENCE AND INSTRUCTION OF
MY OWN SON,
zits nolumet is xscrtibeb,
WITH THE PRAYER THAT IT MAY HELP BOYS TO UNDERSTAND THE
PRINCIPLES OP TRUE HEROISM, AND GIRLS TO FEEL THAT
THE AFFECTION AND THE INFLUENCE OF SISTERS
SHOULD BE A BLESSING AND A
SAFEGUARD TO THEIR
Oct. 16h, 1872.
ADAM AND EVE .................................................................. 1
CAIN AND ABEL .......... ........... ............................................. 11
EN OCH ...................................... .......................................... 19
NOAH ............................ ..... .. . ............... .................. 29
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH ......................... ...... ................ .... 39
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH ..................................................... 49
ABRAHAM ................................................................. ............ 57
A B RAH AM[............................................................................... 67
ABRAHAM ................... ......... ............................................... 76
L OT ........................... ................................. .I. ............. .. 85
LOT ...... ........... ... ......... ............. ... ......... ............................ 94
ISAAC ............ ... .... ........................... ...................... 104
SARAH ................ .. .... .................... ... .. ............ .. ................... 113
AGAR ............. ........................................................... 121
REBEKAH ............... ..................... .............. ............... 130
JACOB .......... ......... ...... ................................. .......... ........... 139
JACOB ................... .................. .............. .............. ..... ... 147
JOSEPH .................. ... ............................. ....... ................. 156
MOSES............................................. ................................ ..... 163
M OSES......................................... .................... ............... ... 171
M OSE S................................................................................. 179
PHARAOH ................... ................ ................... ................. 187
JO B .................................................................................... 19
BALAAM ...AI ..... . ............................ .... *- *****..... *.....**.. 213
BALAAM ................ ....... .......................................... ...... 220
BALAAM .................-..................... ... ......... .... ....... ..... ....... 227
BALAAM .............. ..... ..... .. ....... ....... ....... .... ............ 235
KORAH, DATHAN, AND ABIRAM ........... ................ 244
JOSHUA .. ......... ...... .......... .... .. ... ............ .. 252
JOSHUA ................. ...................-.......................................... 259
DEBORAH AND BARAK ................................ ...... ............... 267
GIDEON ... ......3..-I1... ...... .... ........ ... ........... 276
JEPHTHAH'S DAUGHTER. ........................ ........ .......... 286
SAM UEL ........5.... ...... ... ..... ............ ., ............. 295
SAUL ............. .... ....... ..---.--.* .. ...... .. ........... 303
DAVID .... ...... .... ........ .. -.... -...- ..-- ... .. ..- ........- ..... .. .......... ..0. 311
DAVID....................... ---..................... 319
JONATHAN .. ... .............. ..-... ....... .. ... ............... .. 326
SHIMEI AND AHITOPHEL ...................... ......... ............335
"THREE MIGHTY MEN ....................................................... 341
"THREE MIGHTY MEN "...................... ................................. 349
SOLOMON ................ .............. ................ ............. 357
E LIJAH ........................................ .... .. ...... ....... ........... ..... 365
ELTSHA ................. ... ................. ........................ ..... 3 2
" SONS OF THE PROPHETS ................................................ 380
JOSIA H ..................... ....... ... .. ...... ........ ...... ..... .................. 386
JEREMIAH ......................................................... .................. 395
DANIEL ................... ................ ....... ............. ..................... 405
SHADRACH, MESHACH, AND ABEDNEGO................................. 415
NEHEM IAH ................................................ ............ .......... 423
E STH ER ................ .............. ........... .... ............................. 434
ADAM AND EVE.
F all things in the world, Archibald Wilverley
desired to be a hero. He could not re-
member the time when this was not the first
wish of his heart, nor could he have told what it
was that first gave rise to it. Perhaps it was Uncle
Henry's wonderful stories. Uncle Henry used to
tell him such beautiful stories, and somebody was
always the hero of them, whether they were real true
stories about people who had actually lived and died,
or only stories out of Uncle Henry's head. A story
could not be a story unless it had a hero, or a heroine,
which was much the same thing. Heroes were brave
men, who did wonderful things, and heroines were
brave women, who did wonderful things, and just
as Archibald Wilverley desired above all things for
himself, one day to become a hero, so did he equally
desire above all things for his only sister, Maggie,
that she should become a heroine. Many and
many an hour did these two children spend sitting
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together, up in their favourite seat in the tower
when it rained, or on the rustic bench in the pleasure-
grounds when it was fine, imagining all sorts of
circumstances that might arise, and all kinds of
ways and means by which they might possibly be-
come a hero and a heroine. But, unfortunately, as
they thought, and very fortunately, as Nurse Cross-
ley would have said, none of these circumstances
ever did arise. Maggie used to be dressed for
dinner every day, and her white muslin frock never
caught fire, and Archibald never had the oppor-
tunity of throwing her down heroically on the
hearthrug and extinguishing the flames, while Nurse
Crossley rushed about in nervous terror, and at
length, by her cries, brought the rest of the house-
hold to look at Archibald's blistered hands, and
pronounce him a hero. The children played beside
the big pond in the pleasure grounds, and swam the
boat upon it, yet Maggie never fell in; they even
danced upon the pretty frail-looking white bridge
that went over it, and ran races across it, and yet
it never gave way, thus plunging them both into
the water, and affording Archibald an opportunity
of saving his sister's life at the risk of his own.
Even the very animals seemed aware of his desire,
and determined to do all in their power to prevent
its accomplishment, for though there were twenty
cows in the park, not one of them had ever at-
tempted to run after Maggie, even though she had
been wearing a scarlet cloak all the winter. Archi-
bald often told her how dangerous this was, assuring
her, however, that she would not be hurt if a cow
ADAM AND EVE. 3
were to chase her, for he would immediately come to
her rescue, take it by the horns, and awe it with his
eye, until she had made her escape in perfect safety.
But the cows were all of a friendly disposition, and
did not even object to visitors in scarlet cloaks.
And as for the horses, they were most provoking.
It was evident that Mrs. Wilverley had nothing
whatever of the heroine in her, for her great desire
always seemed to be to make quite sure that every
horse and every pony on the place was as meekly
disposed as the lambs in the park. The old coach-
man, Lawson, used to tell Archibald long stories
about how different it was when his papa was alive,
and how the master never cared how spirited a
creature he mounted, so long as it could hunt pro-
perly, and clear every fence, and ditch, and wall, that
came in the way. But Lawson would generally
wind up his discourse by saying, It was no wonder
that the mistress was a bit -nervous about horses,
since it was by an accident out hunting that the
master had come by his death."
Mrs. Wilverley certainly was nervous on this
subject, and the consequence was that the carriage
horses were so quiet, they never took fright at any-
thing, but quietly stopped wherever they were de-
sired to stop, even when Lawson went into the
houses or shops on messages, thus never giving
Archibald the opportunity he desired of jumping
on the coach-box, seizing the reins, and guiding the
creatures, even if he could not check them in their
headlong course. And though he and Maggie each
had their pony, and often now rode out together,
ADAM AND EVE.
without any groom to take care of them, the ponies
were as quiet as the horses, and would trot, and
canter, and even leap, without ever committing any
such indiscretions as running away, or shying, or
stumbling. So that Maggie had never yet had a
fall, and was a living contradiction of the saying
that it takes three falls to make a good horsewoman,
for she rode beautifully, and would probably have
been quite able to keep her seat, even had some of
the emergencies arisen which never came.
Archibald's hopes of becoming a hero one day,
however, were not daunted by the impossibility of
being one now. He was not going always to live at
Wilverley Manor, happily. He was nine years old
already, and fast out-growing a governess," as he
had heard his Uncle Henry remark to his mother the
last time he had come to see them. He knew his
mother wished to keep him at home as long as she
could, and so long as she did, there was no chance of
his being a hero in any way, but at school, and after-
wards at college, and out in the world ; well, there
was no saying what wonderful things might not hap-
pen to him then. The worst of it was that Maggie
would not be with him, and much as Archibald valued
general appreciation and approbation, he was so de-
voted to Maggie, that her admiration was worth more
than that of the whole world besides. However, he
should write to her, and tell her of all the exploits
and adventures that he was constantly picturing
to himself in imagination. For he was a most
imaginative young gentleman. Few people, per-
haps, would have suspected it. To outward obser-
ADAM AND EVE. 5
vers, Archibald, with his rosy, sun-burnt face, his
sparkling dark eyes, his eager, animated manner,
and his hearty merry laugh, appeared the very embo-
diment of all that was present and practical; but
Archibald Wilverley, like many other people, had
two sides to his character, though few people,
except his mother, seemed to be at all aware of this.
Mrs. Wilverley, however, was perfectly aware
of it, as she was of most things that concerned
either Archibald or Maggie, and she knew that the
same merry boy who might be seen at one moment
chasing the animals, or climbing the trees in up-
roarious-spirits, would very likely the next moment
be hidden away somewhere, dreaming all sorts of
imaginations by himself, or sitting with Maggie,
entertaining her with curious schemes and hopes for
So full of these imaginings was Archibald
Wilverley's active little brain, that lessons were a
greater trouble to him even than they are to most
other children; and as for sermons, it was very
rarely indeed that he heard a word of them. Mrs.
Wilverley and Miss Graham, the governess, had dis-
covered that the only way to teach him was by
securing his interest in his lessons, and enlisting
his imagination in their service; but this unfor-
tunately never seemed the case at church, where
poor Archibald after making some ineffectual efforts
to listen, just to please his mother, would generally
relapse into day-dreams, after the first five minutes
of forced attention, so that the text was about all
that he ever knew of the sermon.
ADAM AND EVE.
It happened one day, however--it was on
Trinity Sunday, as Archibald never forgot after-
wards, for the influence of that day lasted all through
his life-that his attention was suddenly aroused by a
sentence in the sermon.. He was lost in a brown study,
as usual, when the sudden raising of the clergyman's
voice startled him, and he came out of his reverie to
hear the concluding words of the sermon, which were
to the effect that "all might thus be heroes-Chris-
tian heroes-the youngest as well as the oldest."
That evening, as Archibald walked home with
his mother-Maggie being on the other side-he
was unusually silent, until at last Mrs. Wilverley
asked him what he was thinking about. To her very
great surprise, he answered immediately that he was
thinking of the sermon. At least," he added, with
characteristic truthfulness, I was thinking of what
Mr. Grantham said just at the end, for I did not
hear the rest. You know, mamma, it's so hard to
listen to sermons." And the colour deepened in
Archibald's rosy face, for this was an old subject of
conversation between him and his mother. Before,
however, Mrs. Wilverley could make any remark
on his observation, Maggie took upon herself to do so.
"And I know what made him listen to the last sen-
tence, mamma. It's because Mr. Grantham said
something about heroes. And Archie is so fond of
I know he is?" said Mrs. Wilverley, and
it is pleasant to feel that a hero is just what every-
one has it in his power to be, as we were told
to-night. The sermon was all on this very subject,
ADAM AND EVE.
though the word
at the end."
' hero' was
"I thought it was about
who had, as usual, heard
nothing but the
text, taken from the twenty-seventh verse of the
first chapter of Genesis, the lesson for the day.
" So it was," replied Mrs.
Wilverley, the sub-
ject of the sermon was the creation of man, and the
of God in his creation, namely, His
glory, and how that object was
and is now
"I don't think Adam was much of a hero," was
Archibald's next remark, after a few more moments"
Mrs. Wilverley could not help
inquired Why ?"
cision was quite as much a part of his character as
" he could not even keep from eating
fruit, when he was ordered not to eat it, and he was
made to take it by a woman.
He could not have
been very self-denying, or very brave either."
And self-denial and bravery are two very need-
ful parts of heroism," said Mrs. Wilverley.
Of course they are," said Archibald. Could
any one be a hero, if he was a coward, or if he did
not care for other people more than he cared for
Why, mother, that's
man a hero, is it not ? "
"Indeed it is,"
said Mrs. Wilverley,
and I was
thinking as you spoke, Archie, that you had put into
your own words a great deal of what Mr. Grantham
8 ADAM AND EVE.
had been telling us to-night, of all that was most
needful in order to enable us to carry on the battle
with sin and temptation, which must be so bravely
and persistently fought by all who would be Christian
heroes. Mr. Grantham explained to us very clearly
how it was that Adam and Eve failed, and how
alone it is that any one can succeed. I wonder if
Maggie remembers what sin chiefly led to their fall."
"Pride, was it not, mamma?" said Maggie.
"The devil persuaded them that if they eat the
fruit, they should be as gods."
Which was the only honour or happiness with-
held from them," said Mrs. Wilverlev. The devil
knew this when he sought how he could inspire them
with hard thoughts of God, and make them dis-
contented with their mercies. We know from God's
Word that the devil has not changed since then.
His object is the same still as it then was, to hinder
God's purposes of mercy, and lead men to destruc-
tion. And just as he knew then exactly how to
tempt Adam and Eve, so does he know now exactly
how to tempt you and me, and every one whose soul
he seeks to destroy. It is just this conflict with the
tempter that makes Christian warfare what it is: a
life-work for us all, beginning with our earliest years,
and ending only with our lives. Before the fall
there was none of this struggle against sin and self.
For God had created man in His own image, and I
dare say, Maggie, you can remember what Mr.
Grantham told us this evening was the state of
man's understanding, and will, and temper so long
as he preserved unstained that holy image ? "
ADAM AND EVE.
For Mrs. Wilverley knew that Maggie was just
as attentive to the sermon as Archibald was the con-
trary, and though it had not been at all an easy one
to understand, she thought it most probable that
Maggie would be able to answer any simple question
about it. Nor was she mistaken. Maggie thought
for a moment, and then answered, "Their under-
standing was right, and their will was submissive to
Yes, Maggie," said Mrs. Wilverley, and no
one will ever be a true Christian hero, until through
the influence of God's Spirit upon his judgment and
his heart, he thinks that which is right, and does
that which is right, bravely, perseveringly, without
any regard to his own wishes or his own interests.
You mus-t always remember that the Lord Jesus
Christ was the only perfect hero that this earth ever
saw. Only in Him-in the strength that He gives
to resist evil, and do good, to subdue self, and con-
quer temptation, can we ever attain true heroism.
You remember what led to Adam and Eve's
fall; and you know what can alone lead to any one's
victory. The third chapter of Genesis gives us the
whole secret of spiritual failure, and the fourth
chapter of Matthew gives us the whole secret of
spiritual success. Adam and Eve fell through--"
Maggie concluded the sentence-
"Through listening to the voice of Satan,
mamma, and not obeying God's Word."
"Whilst our Lord stood fast, by answering each
temptation with the simple, but all-important words
-you know what those words are ?"
10 ADAM AND EVE.
"Yes, mamma; 'it is written--"'
"'It is written,' and 'get thee hence, Satan.'
Simple obedience to God's written Word-firm re-
sistance to the devil's temptations. We have. our
dear Lord's own example to prove that these are the
weapons of the Christian hero."
CAIN AND ABEL.
HIS idea of Christian heroism had not been
lost upon Archibald Wilverley's intelligent
it often app
an intelligent mind it
eared just the contrary,
being occupied with totally different subjects of con-
sideration from those which were presented to it by
his mother or his governess.
the way home from church on Sunday evening had
made a strong impression, and the next day he sum-
moned Maggie from her room with the information
that it was time to go to their mother for
Scripture lesson, instead of Maggie's having to call
him, and wait some minutes before he was ready to
come, as was usually the case.
The children found Mrs. Wilverley reading a
letter, instead of sitting, with her Bible open before
her, waiting for them, and to their
surprise she did
not put it down when they came into the room and
took their places beside her, but kept it in her hand,
as though it had something to do with the Scripture
Henry," she said,
at Archibald in a manner which told both
12 CAIN AND ABEL.
the children at once that the letter concerned him
very specially, even before their mother satisfied
their curiosity by saying, "a letter that has made
me think more than ever about Christian heroism,
and Archibald's desire to be a hero. Your uncle
has obtained a presentation for you to Charter House
School, and he thinks it just possible you may get in
At Christmas, mamma," said Maggie, drawing
an audible sigh of relief. Christmas was yet a long
"But your uncle would like you to go to school
at once, Archie," Mrs. Wilverley added, whilst poor
Maggie's heart again failed within her. He thinks
that it would never do for us to send you direct from
Miss Graham's gentle sway and Maggie's submissive
companionship into a public school; and he wishes
me to let you go first to a.preparatory school which
he knows well; the head master is an old friend of
S I know, mother," said Archibald, his heart
beating, as fast with hope and satisfaction, as poor
Maggie's was with fear and disappointment. St.
Andrew's school. Uncle Henry has often told me
stories about it. Dr. Evans is a great friend of his.
They were at school together, and at Oxford too."
And you would like to go there ?"
"Yes, mother, very much." And his eager
voice and dancing eyes were a strong confirmation of
Mrs. Wilverley looked at him yet more earnestly,
and then her eyes fell upon the Bible which the
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children saw was lying open on the table before
"I should like you to have begun to be a
Christian hero first, Archibald," she said, gravely.
And I should like it too, mother. Maggie and
I would both like it," he added;C we said so to-
gether last night; didn't we, Maggie ?"
But Maggie's voice was not quite equal to an
answer. This opportunity of showing heroism was
rather too much for her, coming upon her, as it did,
Mrs. Wilverley understood it all-Archibald's
delight, and Maggie's sorrow; she folded up the
letter and put it in her pocket, and then turning to
the Bible, told the children to find their places at
the fourth chapter of Genesis, and they would read
But this could not be, for Maggie's voice
failed her at the first verse, so Archibald read
the chapter by himself, and then Mrs. Wilverley
said, "I thought we would begin our subject with
Cain and Abel, as we talked so much about Adam
and Eve last night. I had meant to take you
two children through the history of the prin-
cipal characters in the Bible, but we do not know
now how long I shall have you both with me.
Uncle Henry talks of Archie's going to school after
the Midsummer holidays, and if so, we shall not be
together much longer. But even if Archie is away
he may still be studying the same subject, and until
he goes we can study it together. And we could
not begin better than with Cain and Abel, because
CAIN AND ABEL.
we have in them representatives of all the people-
all the men and women, and all the children too-
in the whole world. You can tell me, Archie, what
is meant by a representative ?'"
"One who shows or exhibits something," said
Archibald, in the words of his lesson-book.
"And this is just what Cain and Abel do," con-
tinued Mrs. Wilverley, they show or represent the
two classes of human beings into which the world is
divided, for there are but two, and this is what I
want you especially to remember. Sitting here to-
day, thinking over this subject which I meant to
study with you children, I was longing to impress
upon your minds this one truth; and Uncle Henry's
letter has made me feel yet more anxious to do so.
For when we go out into the world, and it has been
often said very truly, that school is a little world, we
meet with very different kinds of people-some clever
and some dull, some rich and some poor, some
amiable and some disagreeable. Yet all of them
could be divided, and are divided in God's sight,
into two great classes. Some are followers of Cain,
and some are followers of Abel-or, to carry out
Archie's favourite idea, some are Christian heroes,
and some are not. So that our first object should
be to find out to which of these two classes we
belong. Whether we are represented by Cain, in
short, or by Abel."
"Well, mother, I should hope we were not
represented by Cain," said Archibald.
Mrs. Wilverley smiled at Archie's decided man-
ner, though it was rather a grave smile. Well
CAIN AND ABEL. 15
taught as Archibald had been from quite a little
child, his heart led him to form just the same mis-
taken conclusions that most people form on the
"I am afraid, Archie," she said, Cain repre-
sents a far greater number of people than one has
any idea of. He is just an extreme case, and there-
fore we are tempted to suppose that because our
case, or that of others around us, is not so extreme
as his was, therefore we are not in the same con-
dition. But I think I can prove to you that this
is a very mistaken way of thinking. Tell me, Archie,
you say you hope we are not followers of Cain; then
are you quite sure that we are followers of Abel,
since, if we are not one, we must be the other ? "
Archibald was slower in answering this time,
and his mother continued, "Let us look first at
Cain's character as it is shown by his actions, and
the first thing that we read about him is the most
characteristic of all. It may be called a 'repre-
sentative action,' if that is not too difficult for you
to understand. What is the very first thing we
read about him ?"
"' That he brought of the fruit of the ground an
offering unto the Lord,' mother."
So that his offering was a thing of his own
providing-a thing of earth, and not the special
offering commanded by God, and brought by Abel,
who we are told brought the firstlings of his flock,
and of the fat thereof. Now, there can be no doubt
that this was already the way in which God had
Himself appointed that He should be worshipped.
16 CAIN AND ABEL.
I dare say you can tell me how we can plainly see
this, for we have often spoken about it."
But Archibald had not hitherto paid enough
attention to the subject to remember.
Maggie, however, had sufficiently recovered her
composure to answer, Because, if it had not been,
mamma, the Lord would not have had respect unto
Abel, and to his offering; and, besides, you told us
one day that God must no doubt have already
commanded that the blood of the Lamb should be
offered as a sacrifice for sin, or else Abel would
never have selected this particular offering."
Yes, Maggie, there can be no doubt about it,
and in this first of all matters-the manner of
drawing near to God-lay all the difference be-
tween Cain and Abel-all the difference in their
characters-all the difference in their lives-and all
the difference in their ends. Now, let us see what
three needful things appear in Abel's sacrifice. He
knew himself to be a sinner, and therefore he
brought a sacrifice for sin. He believed God's
word, and brought the required sacrifice, so that
we see in Abel--"
Repentance, and faith, and obedience," replied
And in Cain just the opposite. He acknow-
ledged God just enough to allow that some worship
must be paid to Him as the creator and ruler of the
earth, but he did not feel himself to be a sinner,
and therefore made no sacrifice for his sin. He chose
his own way of worship, and when his offering was
rejected, all his conduct, and all his future life,
CAIN AND ABEL.
showed what was the state of his heart-that it was
full of pride, and anger, and murder. I think Cain
shows us that the image of God, in which man had
been made, was very far destroyed even in those
early days. But even then it was being renewed in
those who looked already to the Lamb of God for
atonement and renewal, as we see in Abel. He
may be your first type of a Christian hero, Archie,
for there are, indeed, abundant proofs that he was
in Christ by faith, though he lived four thousand
years before Christ was born in Bethlehem."
Abel was a hero, mother," said Archie, whose
mind, it must be confessed, had been wandering a
good deal whilst Mrs. Wilverley had been talking;
"he died a hero's death."
"Of unjust and undeserved suffering," replied
Mrs. Wilverley, "borne without murmur or resist-
ance-most truly, as you say, a hero's death..
Indeed, none of the elements of heroism are want-
ing either in Abel's life or death-firm obedience
to the command of the Divine Master, simple,
unreasoning belief in his Word, patient endurance
of persecution, uncomplaining yielding of life. In
him we have a remarkable illustration of heroism,
and the first great type of the one perfect hero,
Christ. Now what I want you to remember is that
all Christian heroes are followers of Abel, though
they may not follow him to the same end. It is
not necessary that all should be at the same spot,
you know, because they are in the same road. The
road in which Abel walked was the way of obedience,
humility, and faith; every Christian hero walks in
18 CAIN AND ABEL.
the same road, and is a follower of Abel. The way
in which Cain walked was the way of disobedience,
pride, and self-righteousness and every one who
walks in the same road now, is a follower of Cain."
Mrs. Wilverley closed the Bible, and offered up
the short prayer that always concluded the Scripture
reading. The children kissed her, and went off to
the schoolroom, and their morning lessons with
Nothing more was said about Uncle Henry's
letter, but Archibald thought then, and many times
afterwards during the day, that when he went to
school he should like to be a Christian hero. It
was quite a new way of becoming a hero, and, as
Maggie remarked, it had this very great advantage
over every other way that had as yet suggested
itself to his imagination, that it was both practicable
T was all decided now. Archibald's hopes
and Maggie's fears were speedily to be
realized. Mrs. Wilverley had given her
consent to Archibald's going to school, whenever
his Uncle Henry should think best. And Uncle
Henry had settled that he should go to St. Andrew's,
and arranged with Dr. Evans for him to join after
the Midsummer holidays. So that in less than six
weeks Archibald Wilverley would have attained
what just at present was the height of his ambition,
and would be a schoolboy in a boys' school, with
plenty to do and plenty to suffer, and full oppor-
tunity for carrying out various little hopes and
imaginations of his own of becoming a hero in his
own eyes, and in the eyes of other people. Whilst
the same length of time would bring poor little
Maggie to what she had always felt, ever since she
had been capable of feeling anything, would be the
great trial of her life-the needful separation from
her only brother, her one companion, and the object
of all the admiration, affection, and devotion of
which her ardent little heart was capable.
Maggie had no wish to become a heroine. She
used always to tell Archibald that she was quite
different from him in this respect, that she was not
born for bravery, and that the utmost that he must
ever expect of her was, that she might possibly one
day take some very passive part in the heroic deed
in which he was the noble agent, as, for instance,
falling into the pond or the fire, from which his
courage and calmness were to rescue her; and into
either of which emergencies she would have been
quite ready to fall, if by so doing she could have in
any way brought glory to her brother, and given
him an opportunity for displaying the heroic quali-
ties which he possessed in her eyes as well as in
his own. Maggie would have been very much sur-
prised if her mother had told her, as she one day
actually did tell Uncle Henry, that just at present
there was far more of the heroine in her than there
was of the hero in her brother, and that whilst
Archibald was continually dreaming and talking of
the heroic things he would one day do, Maggie was
already doing a great many actions of daily heroism,
in the patience with which she bore all Archibald's
little tyrannies; the sympathy with which she entered
into all his pursuits, whether or not they were con-
genial to herself; the firmness of faith with which
she believed in him, and the strength of affection
with which she loved him, and devoted her life to
making his happy-more than ever now that they
were so soon to be parted.
Everything in Maggie's life had assumed a more
real and serious aspect since this trial of Archibald's
going away had come upon her. It was only a
week ago since Uncle Henry's letter came, but it
seemed to Maggie much more like a year. The
garden and the pleasure grounds, the stable-yard
and the animals, the park and the pretty little
church that stood just at the end of it, Maggie
seemed to herself to have only enjoyed these things
before. But now she realized them, and how different
everything would be, and especially the Scripture
class, when Archibald was gone away, and she was
This thought was dwelling in her mind this
morning when she sat down beside her mother,
with such a grave expression on her face, that, when
the children had read through the chapter, Mrs.
Wilverley, before she asked any other question, in-
quired what she had been thinking about when first
she came into the room.
Oh nothing, mamma," she answered, at least
nothing very particular, only that it was Wednesday
"And that this day six weeks Archie will be
going to school? I thought it was that. And
Archie, I fancy," she added, is not quite as sorry
to go as you are to lose him. I am afraid, Maggie,
this helps to make the trial a little harder to bear ?"
"But I can't help that, mother," interrupted
Archibald, "and it's quite natural. You know you
said it was. All boys want to go to school, and be
with other boys, and play cricket, and football, and
all such things. And then I shall often be coming
home, and it will be great fun for Maggie to hear
all I have to tell her. And you say I may bring
some of my new friends back with me, and then
they will be Maggie's friends too."
"'So that," said Mrs. Wilverley, "you think
Maggie will gain as much as she will lose by being
separated from you."
We shall not be really separated, mother,
we shall write to each other, and meet very often.
I don't think anything could ever really separate
Maggie and me. We shall keep together all through
"And after life too, I trust," said Mrs. Wilver-
ley. "Those who walk together in the same road
reach the same place, and are still together at their
journey's end; and it is indeed my heart's desire
that you two should keep in the same road all your
lives, walking together as we are told that Enoch
walked. And how was that ? "
With God," said Maggie, reverently.
Yes," repeated her mother, "with God. And
how much is said in those two short words. If you
remember, we learned the other day that there were
only two classes of people-the followers of faithful
Abel, and the followers of unbelieving Cain-and
now we may learn that there are only two roads.
Enoch walked in one, treading in the steps of Abel,
and in that road all must walk who would reach the
same heavenly home where Abel and Enoch have
gone before them. Has it ever struck you how often
the life of the Christian-the life of the Christian hero,
Archie-is described as a 'walk'-how often the
journeyof life is termed a 'road' ? I am sureyou could
mention several verses of Scripture in proof of this."
Archibald could only recollect one, where our
Lord said in His sermon on the mount, that strait
was the gate and narrow was the way that led
unto eternal life.
But Maggie remembered how Samuel had pro-
mised the Israelites, if they would only fear the
Lord, and serve Him in truth with all their heart,
to teach them the good and the right way; and
how David had charged his son to take heed to his
way, and walk before Him in truth; whilst Solomon
prayed that God would teach the people the good
way wherein they should walk; and the Psalmist
spoke over and over again of "the way of the
righteous "-the way of God's precepts."
Yes," said Mrs. Wilverley, "we might multiply
proofs without number, both in the Old and New
Testament, to show that the Christian's life is just a
' way.' And you know what is the meaning of this
word, Archie ? "
"Yes, mother, a 'road,' a passage.'
From one place to another," continued Mrs.
Wilverley. Now this is what I want you to remem-
ber. No one in this life can stand still. Every
beat of our pulse is a step in one way or the other.
We are always moving on, travelling. Now the
thing to discover is where we are going-in what
way-to what end. For we certainly shall not
reach the right place, unless we go in the right
"No, mother," said Archibald, and he could not
resist a smile, grave as the subject was, remember-
ing what had happened a few days before.
His mother saw what he was thinking of, and
did not reprove.
Well, Archie," she said, "we can turn even
our last week's holiday to profit this morning,
and learn an useful lesson from that which caused
us then so much merriment. You are thinking of
the wilderness at Hampton Court, and the difficulty
you had in finding your way through the Maze ? "
Yes, mother. It certainly was a labyrinth."
And yet there was a way through it."
"A very narrow one, mother. We could never
have found it out for ourselves, if we had not kept
looking at the man who was pointing it out, and
calling to us every time we went wrong. You
saw him, mother, standing up in the very centre
of the labyrinth, directing us in and out, through
all the turnings and twistings of the narrow
So that we may find quite an analogy in this,
Archie. I need not ask you what an analogy is."
No, mother, I should hope not. It means the
resemblance or similarity of one thing to another."
"And in the maze or labyrinth that we saw
last week at Hampton Court, and that the guide
said had been there ever since the days of King
William the Third, we may see a resemblance to
this life with all its many turnings, and twistings,
and difficulties, and intricacies, which seem to
hedge us in on all sides, yet through all of which
there is a way-a very narrow way, but yet a very
safe one-which will surely lead us through to the
desired end, if only we trust to the only Guide who
can direct us right-the man Christ Jesus, who not
only shows us the way and keeps us continually
from going wrong, but who is Himself-what does
He say of Himself, Maggie, on this subject ?"
"' I am the Way,'" said Maggie, reverently.
And all who are in Him are in the way,"
said Mrs. Wilverley, earnestly. "It was in this
way that Enoch walked, for we are told that he
walked- ? "
With God, mother."
"With God in Christ," continued Mrs. Wil-
verley, for in no other way can sinful man draw
near to a holy God. Now for us to walk with God
as Enoch did, Archie, what do you think it is
necessary that we should be ? "
Archibald hesitated, and instead of repeating
her question, Mrs. Wilverley asked him another.
To go back to our stay in London, Archie,
do you remember what you told Mrs. Crofton when
she asked you to go to the Botanical Gardens, and
you preferred going to Hampton Court ? "
"Yes, mother, I said I would rather go with
And when she asked you why it was that you
and Maggie got on so well together, that she often
wished you would teach her children the secret of
being happy in one another's company, and pre-
ferring it to any other ? "
Archibald did not remember, but Maggie did.
It had given her too much pleasure to hear him say
those words for her to have forgotten them so
He said, mamma, that it was because we
always agreed so well."
Exactly, Maggie, and there lies the whole
secret of happy, peaceful walking together. Un-
less people are agreed in tastes and feelings, they
cannot walk happily together. I am sure you can
give me a verse in proof of this, a verse we shall
long remember, I hope, in connection with the
beautiful sermon our dear bishop preached from it,
on the day of the confirmation."
Maggie turned to the third verse of the third
chapter of Amos, and read the words, Can two
walk together except they be agreed? "
So that this proves that Enoch was agreed,
that is, was of one mind with God, and so were all
the many saints of old, who, like Enoch, walked
with God. You can tell me some of whom this
same thing is said."
Noah was a just man, and walked with God,"
And David, mamma," said Maggie, "and
Josiah, and Jehoshaphat, they all walked in the
way of God's commandments; and Zacharias and
Elizabeth, they were both righteous before God,
walking in all the commandments and ordinances of
the Lord, blameless."
"A very narrow way," said Mrs. Wilverley,
"but a very blessed one. It is the way of repent-
ance, and there are thorns and tears in it, but it is
the way of peace, and a peace which passeth all
understanding. It is a way of self-sacrifice; we
cannot take our sins into it with us, and there are
many of the pleasures of this life that must be given
up to enable us to walk in so narrow a road; but
God never calls us to give up anything for His sake,
without giving us something better in its stead."
As you did, mamma, when you took us that day
to Hampton Court, and gave us that happy drive,
that lovely row on the river, and the walk in Bushey
Park. I think you gave us that treat because we
were disappointed at not being allowed to go with
I did not say so, Maggie. I did not even tell
you why I did not wish you to go."
No, mamma; you only said that you knew it
would not be for our good, and that, as you did not
think it good for us to go, it was our duty to bear the
disappointment bravely. But Archie and I thought
that it was because we did bear it bravely, that you
gave us that treat, for I know you don't like disap -
You seem to think me very kind, Maggie,"
said Mrs. Wilverley.
"Of course, mamma, and especially to us chil-
"And why especially to you children, Maggie ?"
"Oh, mamma, why of course because we are
Then, Maggie, dear, remember that the Bible
says that like as a father pitieth his children so the
Lord pitieth them that fear Him; and that a mother
may forget her own child rather than the Lord cease
to have compassion on His people. So that, what-
ever we may have to give up for God, in order to
walk with Him in the narrow way of his own ap-
pointing, God will more than make it up to us.
None shall ever fail to receive their reward."
"No one, except Elijah, ever received the same
reward that Enoch did," said Maggie. "I wonder,
mamma, whether, if Adam had never sinned, and
there had never been any dying, all people would
have been translated, like Enoch and Elijah, from
this world to live with God in heaven."
"Older and wiser people than you, Maggie,
have asked that question before, and it seems very
probable that it might have been so, but this is just
one amongst the many questions that never can be
answered in this life, and that it does not concern
us much to know. What is absolutely necessary for
us all to know, is that there is only one way for man
to walk in if he would ever reach heaven, and that
"With God," said Maggie.
As Enoch walked; and you know what was the
end of this walk.
"Yes, mamma;" and she repeated the words
"And he was not, for God took him."
"Took him," added her mother, to Himself,
to rest-to peace-and endless happiness,-as He
will one day also take all those, who following
Enoch's steps, shall receive in due time Enoch's
SHE Scripture lesson was concluded, and the
subject had been Noah."
The children had not been able to study
it, as they had done the previous histories of Adam
and Eve, and of Cain, Abel, and Enoch, by reading
a few consecutive verses in the Bible, and then
listening to their mother's remarks on them. But
they had been reading a few verses which were
scattered about in different chapters in the Bible,
some written by the Prophets, some by the Evan-
gelists, and some by the Apostles. For Mrs. Wil-
verley was not seeking now to give them a detailed
history of the lives of various saints and sinners,
with the many interesting and instructive features
and circumstances that marked those lives, but only
to bring some of the most prominent characters of
Scripture before their minds in such a way as to
serve to illustrate the subject of Christian heroism,
and to help Archibald in particular to understand
how those who would be themselves heroes, might
either be helped or hindered.
There had been so much to say about "C Noah,"
that the subject had occupied more than the usual
hour, and all conversation had to be put off till the
next day. And this was actually quite as much a
cause of disappointment to Archibald as to Maggie.
For a great change had come over Archie during
these few weeks. Maggie had been very quick to
notice it, and had asked her mother what she
thought it was that made her brother so attentive
at Bible-class now, whether it was because the sub-
ject of Scripture heroes interested him, or because
he knew he should so soon be going away from
But Mrs. Wilverley had only told her not to say
anything about it, or to appear to perceive it, for
boys did not like to be noticed.
So Maggie said nothing to Archibald, only it
made her very happy, and when Archibald had come
to call her, as he often did now, because he was
sure mother was waiting," she could not help saying,
" We like this lesson as much as anything in all the
"'It isn't a lesson," said Archibald, who had
what he considered a lawful aversion to the very
word. And when he came into the room he appealed
to his mother as to whether the term lesson was
not altogether misapplied with regard to the Scrip-
Mrs. Wilverley smiled as she told him that she
was glad to see that he was learning to hold the
same opinions about the Bible as such good men,
such remarkable heroes, as Job and Jeremiah held.
And as Archibald did not know what these opinions
were, she made him turn to the verses in the Bible
which told him how Job esteemed the words of
God's mouth and the commandments of His lips
more than his necessary food, and how Jeremiah
declared that the Word of God was the joy and
rejoicing of his heart."
Then, as the children reminded her of the
promise made yesterday that there should be no
reading to-day, only talking," she asked Archi-
bald whether he could begin by telling her what
truth taught them before had been specially im-
pressed upon their minds by this history they had
just read of Noah, and the ark which he had
And Archibald replied, "that there were only
two classes-those who were in the ark, and those
who were out of it."
Archibald was beginning to wonder why, in
every Scripture lesson, his mother repeated this over
and over again. He did not know that it was the
great truth that she was especially anxious he should
lay to heart before he went away to school, where he
would meet so many characters, all so very different
in so many ways; but all alike in this one thing, in
being either God's people or not-in the ark of
Christ's salvation or out of it.
Yes," said Mrs. Wilverley, we see that none
were saved except those who were in the ark, that
ark which was such a remarkable type of Jesus,
built by Noah, who was in himself also a type of
Jesus. You remember what we said about this,
Yes, mamma, that the ark and Noah were both
types of Jesus, because He was the salvation, which
He Himself provided for mankind."
Our true Noah," said Mrs. Wilverley. You
recollect the meaning of the name ?"
"Yes, mamma, 'comfort' or 'rest.' "
"And in whom only can the sinner find either
comfort or rest ?
"C In Jesus."
Yes, Maggie; the types of the Old Testament
were all meant to show forth this great truth, that
there was a full salvation provided for fallen man.
These two classes of men, saints and sinners,' are
very distinctly marked in this chapter. You see
they are spoken of in the second verse of the sixth
chapter of Genesis, as belonging to different
And Mrs. Wilverley made Archibald read the
verse which speaks of "the sons of God taking
them wives of the daughters of men."
The sons of God," said Mrs. Wilverley, who
are they? In one sense God, we know, has only
one Son-His well-beloved and only-begotten Son,
the Lord Jesus Christ; yet, in another sense, all are
His sons, who are His children by- ?"
"Adoption," said Maggie.
"And this title of Sons of God" was often given
to all those who professed themselves in those days
to be followers of the one true God; for ever since
the days of Seth, it is evident that men had begun
to form themselves into two separate families. You
see what is said in the last verse of the fourth chapter
Maggie found the verse and read it, "M'en began
to call upon the name of the Lord."
Or, as it is translated in the margin, to call
themselves by the name of the Lord,' to profess
themselves to be worshippers of God, followers of
Abel, and not of Cain-servants of God, and not of
Satan-children of the Lord, and not of this world.
It does not follow that all these were true wor-
shippers, faithful followers, sincere servants, or
obedient children; but they were this by profession,
and therefore they are called in Scripture sons of
God. And this was the beginning of the separation
that has gone on ever since between saints and
sinners. Now what do we see was the cause of the
wonderful increase of corruption which took place in
the world, and which soon became so great that it
caused God to repent that He had ever made man ? "
It was this marrying of the sons of God with
the children of men, was it not, mamma?" asked
"Yes, Maggie, an unlawful yoking together of
what must be kept separate. We are too prone to
fall into sin, too ready to go astray, to be able to
bear any union with unbelievers; our only safety
consists in keeping as far as possible from tempta-
tion. I hope Archie will remember this when he
goes to school, for there will be many ready to tempt
him to evil, and the wisest of men tells us that no
man can take fire into his bosom and his clothes not
be burned, or go upon hot coals, and his feet not
be burned. It was by trying to do this that the
children of God in Noah's time brought such a
torrent of corruption into the world as led to its
Mother," said Archibald, whose mind had
been particularly attracted by the fourth verse of
the same chapter, I wonder what the giants were
like who were on the earth in those days ? There
seem to have been some great men too, for they are
called mighty men, and men of renown."
Probably, Archie, they were great in stature,
and probably, too, as great in wickedness, judging
from what is said in the next verse. Very often
the 'heroes' of this world, who by cruelty and sel-
fishness become most celebrated in history for their
conquests and power, are just those who have least
of the Christian hero in them. We hear nothing
more of these men of renown in the Bible. We
have only one hero brought prominently forward in
the account of the Deluge, and that is- ?"
"And in him we find the old principles of
heroism, which are like all other things of God's
own creating, old as the creation itself, and new in
every freshly-created soul. We see Noah's faith in
his- ? "
Mrs. Wilverley paused, and Maggie concluded
the sentence, In his belief of God's word, mamma."
And how do we see his obedience, Archie ?"
"In his building the ark, mother."
And in what way was his love shown, Maggie ?"
"In his preaching all that long time to sinners,
And there were other distinguishing charac-
teristics of heroism in Noah," continued Mrs. Wil-
verley. "You remember what is written about him
in the seventh verse of the eleventh chapter of
Hebrews, a chapter you have both learned by heart."
Maggie repeated the verse: "By faith Noah,
being warned of God of things not seen as yet,
moved with fear, prepared an ark to the saving of
his house; by the which he condemned the world,
and became heir of the righteousness which is by
Mrs. Wilverley repeated the last words, "' Moved
with fear,' and this is said of Noah, one of the most
courageous men, one of the greatest heroes that
ever lived, who was not afraid to brave the ridicule
and the opposition of a whole world of wicked
people, amongst whom, too, were many 'mighty
men,' and 'men of renown.' Yet what is the one
motive mentioned in the Bible as leading to all this
heroism-something," she added with a smile, the
very name of which is held in horror by some one
And she looked at Archibald for a reply, who
smiled also as he answered, Fear."
So that we see that fear is not after all a bad
thing or a good thing in itself, but bad or good ac-
cording to what we are afraid of. You know what
we are told twice in the Bible is the beginning of
wisdom ? "
The fear of the Lord, mamma," replied Mag-
gie; "David says so in the hundred and eleventh
Psalm, and Solomon says so in the eighth chapter
And it may be said with equal truth that fear
is the beginning of heroism. We shall see this as
we go on studying the character and conduct of one
after another of God's own heroes. We shall see
how this holy fear, this dread 'of doing anything
that was not according to God's will, led Samuel to
rule in the fear of God, taking no man's ox or ass,
defrauding none, and oppressing none, and receiving
bribes from none. And you know what Nehemiah
gave as the reason why he had not oppressed the
people as the former governors of Jerusalem had
done. He gives us the whole secret of his honest,
upright life in the fifteenth verse of the fifth
Maggie read the verse:
c But so did not I, because of the fear of God."
He too was 'moved with fear,'" said Mrs.
Wilverley, "and he gives this as the great reason
why he did right himself, and expected others to
do right. He gave the charge of Jerusalem to
Hananiah, because he was a faithful man, and feared
God above many. And the same thing is said of
many other heroes; Job was one that feared God,
and so was Cornelius."
"And Obadiah," interrupted Maggie, "he
feared the Lord greatly."
And many many others, Maggie, that we have
not time to speak about now, who were all like
Noah, moved with fear, or as we read in the margin
to these words in this seventh verse of the eleventh
chapter of Hebrews-who are all- ?"
Maggie looked at the margin of her Polyglot
Bible, and read the words being wary." I never
observed those words before," she said, "what do
they mean ?"
What is to be wary,' Maggie ?"
Maggie thought a moment, and then said,
" Cautious, is it not ?"
Cautious, careful, scrupulous," said Archibald.
"I learnt those meanings of the word only the
other day in my vocabulary."
"And they will serve our purpose very well.
Fear makes us wary. And right fear makes us
"I know some one who is wary enough," said
Archibald. Maggie was afraid to go upstairs last
night to fetch my knife because there was no light
in the hall. She did not know what hobgoblins
might not be lying in wait for her."
"It was not only that," said Maggie colouring,
" I might have fallen over something and hurt my-
self, and besides I might have knocked down some-
thing and done ever so much mischief, might I not,
mamma ? "
Of course you might, Maggie; and so I sup-
pose fear moved you to fetch a light ? "
CC Yes, mamma."
"Then this must be the last lesson we shall
learn from this history of Noah, to be 'moved with
fear,' as he was, and, therefore, to be wary' in our
walk, lest through any want of care, or caution, or
scrupulousness on our part, we should fall over
some unseen stumbling-block in our way, or de-
stroy some grace and virtue meant to be the orna-
ment of our lives, and
we will take the light
in order to walk aright,
provided for us by God
unto my path."
is a light
unto my feet
SHEIK, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
HE Scripture lesson was over, and Mrs.
Wilverley had said a good deal to the
children about the three sons of Noah, of
whom the whole earth was afterwards overspread,
little thinking herself how short a time would pass
before both she and the children would be suffering
from the results of the special sins which had formed
the subject of their study.
An hour later and Archibald Wilverley stood at
the foot of the flight of stone steps that led up to
the door of his grandfather's stately house, with an
evidently dissatisfied countenance. It would have
been difficult for any stranger to have discovered
the cause of his discontent, for Archibald Wilverley
seemed in possession of everything that earth could
desire. His clear bright eyes, and sun-burnt rosy
face, and his well-made, strongly built, yet light and
active figure spoke to his perfect health, whilst all
around him bore witness to his prosperity in this
world's goods. The noble-looking mansion, with its
lovely gardens and pleasure grounds, and miles of
park lying around it, might be said all to belong to
40 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
him. Even now he was looked upon by all as the
master of Wilverley Manor. It is true that the pro-
perty belonged to his aged grandfather, Sir James
Wilverley, but his ownership of it, and his right
over it-his very existence indeed-had long become
to most people a thing of the past.
Few persons, except his devoted daughter-in-
law, his two loving little grandchildren, and the few
servants whose province it was to minister to him,
ever now gave a thought to the good old baronet,
the last sands of whose life were now dropping out
so silently in two distant rooms in his own stately
mansion. So that Archibald was everywhere con-
sidered to be the master of Wilverley Manor. And
as such, he was almost worshipped both by the
tenantry and by the household servants. For, in
their eyes, Archie was well-nigh faultless. Gene-
rous, open-handed, warm-hearted, a handsome,
manly, noble fellow, full of life and intelligence, he
was the joy and pride of their hearts now, and here-
after would assuredly be the joy and pride of all the
neighbourhood-that was to say, "if the mistress
was not too strict with him." For, as a general
rule, the members of the Wilverley household were
of opinion that "the mistress was too strict with
him." There was more than one dissenting voice,
however, in this opinion. And the most dissenting
was that which they all felt bound to respect-the
voice of old Abbott,the butler. Old Abbott, as, being
two whole years older than Sir James himself, he had
a right to be called, though he still remained upright
in figure, and untouched in mind or memory, ten
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 41
years after his master had fallen into decay and
dotage-old Abbott would shake his snow-white
head at such remarks, and say, The mistress is
right, and you're every one of you wrong. She's
a wise woman, and you're all a parcel of fools,
especially where the young master is concerned, for
there's nought that blinds folks more than over-love,
unless indeed it acts just the other way, as it does
with the mistress herself, for instance. Why, her
life is just wrapped up in young Master Archie, and
her love's of that sort that it makes her doubly keen
to see what's amiss with him. And she has not
lived all these years along with the Wilverleys
without knowing their nature, as well as I know it
myself, who have been born in the house, and bred
in it, and have seen three generations of Wilverleys,
different enough from each other in many ways,
but all alike in one thing-that they would have
their own way. There was the young master-by
which old Abbott did not mean Archie, who was
always the "little master" to him, but Archie's
father-as good a man as ever walked, as you all
know, honourable, upright, generous, self-denying
too, tender as a woman, and brave as a lion, and the
cleverest gentleman that ever walked. Well do I
mind how proud Sir James was of all the honours
that our Master Jemmie won at Oxford; but he was
like the rest of them-once his heart was set on a
thing, he must and would have it. And it led to
his death, as many of you know. He'd been warned
over and over again that the black mare would be
his end one day, if he would persist in riding her to
42 SHEM, IHAM, AND JAPHETH.
hounds. But nothing could make him give her up,
and she was his death."
Thus old Abbott would often talk, and the ser-
vants would listen to him with the respectful atten-
tion with which every one in the house, even the
mistress herself, were in the habit of listening to
Abbott. But most of them, though they listened,
held their own opinion still that the mistress
was too strict, and especially on the subject of
horses. It was a thousand pities, they often said,
that her nerves.should have been so shaken by the
accident that had caused her husband's death, that
she never could be persuaded to allow her boy to
mount a strange horse, or indeed any horse that had
not been well proved to be quiet enough for there
to be no risk whatever in his riding it.
It was just this that was troubling Archibald this
sunshiny morning, as he stood in his black velvet
suit, twisting his silver-mounted whip on the broad
gravel walk in front of the house, looking handsome
enough certainly in feature and in form, but with a
sullen expression on his face, which, to his mother's
eyes, at all events, spoiled all his beauty. His long-
tailed, long-maned forest pony was standing ready
for him to mount, and a little further on, a groom
was holding the head of a tall chestnut mare, which
was about to be mounted by a youth younger than
himself, who had been staying on a visit for the last
few days at Wilverley. The two boys were just going
for a ride together, Archie on his pony, and young
Randall on Maggie's, when a message had come for
the latter. Some friends had arrived at his father's,
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 43
who wished particularly to see him. Mr. Randall
wished him to return at once. If Master Archibald
had no other engagement, he would be glad if Mrs.
Wilverley would allow him to come over with him,
and remain for luncheon."
This was the message brought by the groom,
who had ridden over with a led horse for Harry
Randall to ride back.
Such a horse! Truly, as old Abbott did not fail
to remark, Archie was his father's son in his ad-
miration and love of horses. And how he envied
this one! And how he despised his own poor little
pony, which looked meaner and smaller than ever in
comparison. Archibald was greatly disinclined to
accept the invitation to Mr. RandalFs. But Harry
entreated, and Mrs. Wilverley, guessing how matters
stood, insisted. And the boys set off. Archie in
such an unfortunate temper that poor Harry Randall
found him anything but a pleasant companion, and
was very glad when they reached his father's house,
where they found the party already assembled at
Unfortunately the conversation turned at once
upon riding, boys' riding in general, and Harry and
Archie's riding in particular. Something was said
about Harry's handsome new horse, which was a
gift from his godfather, and after luncheon the
gentlemen repaired to the stables to see it. Mr.
Randall was extremely proud of his son's equestrian
capabilities, and proposed a ride. "They might
go towards Wilverley Manor and see their young
friend on his way home."
44 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
Archibald would have given all he possessed at
that moment to have been able to entreat them to
do nothing of the sort, but the proposal was imme-
diately acceded to by everybody else, and horses
were ordered for Mr. Randall, Harry, and the two
visitors, a Mr. Granville and his son, whom Archie
had often heard of, as friends of his father's, but
whom he had never seen.
He was thinking of his pony, and what a sorry
appearance it would present when it was brought out
in company with not only Harry's horse, but three
others, when his discomfiture was increased by the
gentleman's remarking that "no doubt, being a
Wilverley, he was a first-rate little horseman."
And just at that moment, the horses appeared,
and with them the pony. It certainly did look
very small; and poor Archie was ready to sink into
the ground with vexation, when he was asked if
it wasn't rather too small for him now."
"Yes," he replied, "much."
"And do you like riding it," was the next
inquiry, which he could answer honestly, with a very
decided No, feeling very glad that he had not been
asked whether it was the only horse he ever rode.
"Would you like to ride my horse ? asked
young Granville good-naturedly. I'd as soon not
go out again this afternoon, and your groom could
lead your pony. I think the little creature would
scarcely keep up with the others all the way to Wil-
verley. My horse is a quiet creature, and you're
welcome to ride her, if you like, as you're such a
SIEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 45
Archie's truthfulness and vanity struggled for a
few seconds within him, but he allowed the latter
to get the victory, and silenced conscience by say-
ing to himself that he was a good rider-every one
said so, and of course he should be as safe on young
Granville's horse as on his own pony.
The matter was referred to the groom, and
Archie waited for the man's answer with some un-
easiness, for he had heard his mother herself speak
strongly to him of the care he must take of his
young master out riding.
To his surprise, the man only replied that
SMaster Archie rode beautiful. There was not a
young gentleman in the county that could beat him."
This settled the matter. Mr. Randall could not
know by instinct that the groom was a new ser-
vant, who had only been a few days at Wilverley,
nor was he in the least aware of Mrs. Wilverley's
dread of strange horses. Again Archie's conscience
struggled uneasily within him for a few seconds,
and then again he succeeded in silencing its sugges-
tions, by saying to himself, that he need form no
opinion at all about the right or wrong of the
matter. It had been settled for him by those who
were older, and wiser, and more experienced than
himself. So young Granville wishing the party a
pleasant ride, resigned his horse to Archibald, who
mounted it with a heart in which pride and self-
reliance were struggling with uneasiness and self-
All went well at first, however. Archie received
so many compliments on his good riding that before
SEEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
very long his uneasiness disappeared, and he was
feeling quite himself.again, when they came upon
Wilverley Common, the long smooth piece of land
lying between Colbrook and Wilverley. Here. the
horses began to canter, and some one proposed
a race. The groom was far behind by this time.
The pony he was leading had no doubt not been
able to keep up with the other horses. All entered
readily into the proposal, and a race was started;
but somehow or other Archie's horse almost imme-
diately became unmanageable, and in a few seconds,
was running away as fast as it could lay legs to the
The gentlemen checked their own horses, for to
follow would but have increased the danger, and in
an instant, the boy was out of sight, and their only
satisfaction was in seeing that he kept his seat
bravely, and seemed to have the reins well in hand,
though without any power to check the creature's
Before they could reach the turn to Wilverley,
where four cross roads met, all signs of Archibald
had disappeared, nor had they seen a creature from
whom they could make any inquiries.
Hoping that he might have been able to guide
the animal in the right direction, they went on to
the Manor, where, to their dismay, they learned
that nothing had been seen of Archie since he left
in the morning.
Mr. Randall never forgot the look on Mrs. Wil-
verley's face, when he unwillingly related to her
what had happened. It brought suddenly to his
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 47
mind the words of Scripture, The only son of his
mother, and she was a widow."
Deadly pale, and with a trembling hand, she
rang the bell, but when the servant replied to it,
she had no voice in which to give her orders. It
was Mr. Randall who desired that messengers
should be sent in all directions. Mr. Granville and
himself would remain with Mrs. Wilverley. There
was no knowing what news might be in store for
They watched by the windows, first at one
window, then at another. They roamed about the
park, always afraid to wander far from the house,
lest he should be brought back by one gate, whilst
they were going towards another. They waited half
an hour, two hours, three hours, and one after another
servant returned, all with the same news, that
nothing had been seen or heard of the young
master in the different directions in which they had
gone, and still Archie did not return. Nor did the
groom with the led pony. This struck Mr. Randall
as peculiarly strange, but Mrs. Wilverley had not
made any inquiries for the man, and he did not
notice his absence to her.
In anxiety about Mrs. Wilverley, no one thought
of Maggie, whose very existence had for the
moment passed from every one's mind, when it was
recalled to them by a little quiet figure joining them
outside the house, with a face as white as the frock
Stealing quietly to her mother's side, the child
took her hand in one of hers, and stroking it
48 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
softly with the other, looked up into her face
with an expression of tender feeling, for which
Mr. Randall loved her. Though she did not speak
a word, the child's look and action brought comfort
and support to the poor mother's heart. Mrs.
Wilverley burst into tears, and at that moment,
the sound of wheels was heard approaching,
evidently a carriage. It stopped at the gates,
turned into the park; and though Mrs. Wilverley's
hand trembled yet more as she withdrew it from
Mr. Randall's arm, and her face became still
more ashy in its whiteness, she went forward with
a firm step to meet the carriage, as it drove up
from the opposite direction. No sooner had it
stopped than Archie jumped out of it, with an
attempt to spring into his mother's arms, but he
was only just in time to save her from falling to the
ground, as at sight of her boy, safe and well, con-
sciousness forsook her, and she fainted.
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
HE strain of mind and heart had been too
much for Mrs. Wilverley's delicate frame,.
and for several days she was too ill to
leave her bed. Archibald never entirely forgot
those days. Though he often sinned again, and
sinned by yielding to the same faults, vanity and
self-reliance, the impression of that dreadful week
never quite passed away. He went about the
house more miserable than words could say, and all
Maggie's attempts at comforting him were utterly
unavailing, so long as Mrs. Wilverley kept her bed,
and the doctor would not say that she was better.
Maggie's tender heart ached for him, and for the
first time in her life, she was really angry with
old Abbott, who, instead of helping her to comfort
the boy, seemed anxious to do all in his power to
increase his misery, even going so far as to tell him
that it would be his fault if his dear mamma should
never get better.
At length, to the children's joy and thankful-
ness, she rallied, and soon was so far herself again
as to sit up in her room, and resume the Scripture
class. And that was the first occasion on which
50 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
anything was said directly to Archie about the
sinfulness of conduct on his part, which had led to
all this anxiety and sorrow.
In the first burst of self-reproach and misery,
Archie had told first Maggie, and then old Abbott,
everything, and would have been ready to tell his
grandfather too, if he had not been forbidden to
mention the subject to the old gentleman. He
told them how he had felt that the accident was a
judgment upon him for selfishness and disobedience,
directly he perceived that the horse was running
away with him, and to Maggie he confessed that
even at that moment, he prayed earnestly to God to
forgive him, and take care of him, not for his own
sake, for he knew that he did not deserve it, but
for his mother's. And he told her, too, that he
knew it was in answer to prayer-his mother's
prayers most probably, but perhaps his too, for
God promised to hear even wicked people's prayers
when they were really sorry-that his life had been
spared. He had not any very distinct remembrance
of the accident. The most vivid recollection he had
was of being hurled, as it seemed to him, along
the road at a fearful pace, until he felt that he
was growing sick and very giddy. After that he re-
membered nothing until he found himself on a bed
in a gamekeeper's cottage, which was quite strange
to him, and was told by a man who was there, and a
gentleman, who he found afterwards was a doctor,
that he had been thrown from his horse, and had
fainted, but that he was not hurt, and they were
only waiting to take him home, until a carriage
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 51
which had been ordered should arrive, and he
should be well enough to say where home was.
Very much surprised had he been to find that it
was eight miles off, but though the doctor brought
him back himself, he had borne the drive perfectly
well, and had only suffered from anxiety about his
mother. Maggie never seemed tired of hearing
this story over and over again; but Mrs. Wilverley
had not heard it in any detail until this morning,
when after reading the chapter which came in
the regular course, interrupted now for more
than a week, she made Archie tell her all about
it. Then, looking at the chapter, she said, "And
our first Scripture lesson to-day is this tenth of
Genesis. It seems to me a very appropriate
Oh, mamma, why ?" asked Maggie, who had
been thinking just the reverse.
"Why? Maggie," replied her mother; "be-
cause there are special sins mentioned in this
chapter which are natural to all men now. Had
these sins been resisted on that day, the accident of
which I can hardly bear to think would never have
happened. By yielding to these special sins came
all this trouble and sorrow."
"Ham's sin and Noah's ?" said Maggie.
"Yes, Maggie; disrespect to a parent's feelings,
forgetfulness of the duty and honour due to a parent,
You mean, mamma, that if the new groom had
been quite sober, he would not have allowed Archie
to ride that strange horse."
52 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
,, He says so himself, Maggie; he told Abbott
that he was invited into the servants' hall at
Colebrook, and there he took so much beer that he
did not know what Mr. Randall asked him; indeed,
he says he does not remember being asked anything
at all about the matter."
"We did not think you knew about that,
mamma," said Maggie; Abbott said he was not
going to have you told until you were well again,
and that then the man must be sent away."
He has been sent away, Maggie; Abbott told
me yesterday, and he has dismissed the man to-day;
not because of what happened at Colebrook, but
because it seems this sad custom is an habitual
thing with him."
"Yes," said Archie, thoughtfully; "he never
came back that day with the pony till after I did.
He had been drinking along the road, and was so
drunk, Abbott says it's a marvel how he ever
managed to bring the horses home."
Archie," said Mrs. Wilverley, "you will never
forget what has happened this week?"
"You will think of it often in time to come ?
"Then will you also remember it in connection
with this tenth chapter of Genesis, and this first
mention of the sin of drunkenness ? And will you
remember, Archie dear, who was the man of whom
these sad words were first said, that he drank of
the fruit of the vine, and was drunken ?"'
Of Noah, mother."
SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH. 53
"Of Noah, Archie, a man who walked with
God, and who had been favoured by God with
special mercies and special privileges, yet who fell
into sin-sin of the saddest character. This is the
first instance given in the Bible, of the truth of
which we shall see so many proofs as we go on
studying Scripture character, that no saintship,
however sure, is sufficient to secure a sinful man's
standing firm, unless he is constantly supported by
the special strength supplied incessantly by God's
Holy Spirit; and in Ham we have the first specimen
of a character fatally frequent in the present day-a
disrespectful, thoughtless, irreverent son. If it may
be said of thousands now that they drink of the
fruit of the vine, and are drunken, may it not be
said of tens of thousands that they are followers of
Ham's sin, and will inherit, even as he did, a curse
in consequence of their conduct, the curse which
God Himself so solemnly pronounces by the word
of Moses on Mount Ebal. You know the words."
Maggie repeated them. Cursed be he that
setteth light by his father or his mother."
Oh, mother," said Archie, earnestly, his large
eyes, in which the unfrequent tears were rising,
fixed on his mother's pale, thin face, "I don't set
light by you-indeed I don't."
His mother held out her hand to him, and as
Archie took it between both his, and covered it with
kisses, she said, I know you don't mean to do so,
Archie dear. Noah, we are sure, did not mean to
drink of the fruit of the vine until he was drunken;
but if we are not on our guard against temptation,
54 SHEM, HAM, AND JAPHETH.
we shall be led unawares into sin, the consequences
of which none may tell."
"Yes," said Maggie, thoughtfully, "Abbott
says the groom told him, as an excuse, when he was
so angry with him for letting Archie mount a strange
horse, that he would not have done so if his head
had not been a little gone, and Abbott told him
that was no excuse at all, for it was his own fault
that he took the beer; and do you know, mamma,
Abbott says that if Archie had been killed, he
should have held that man responsible for his life."
Mrs. Wilverley shuddered; the subject affected
her more painfully than even sympathizing little
Maggie could understand.
"Abbott speaks strongly, Maggie," she said,
"but there is some truth in what he says. Our
own law-the law of our land-holds a man respon-
sible when he is sober for actions committed when
he was not. So that we see that this sin of drunken-
ness may lead to other and yet more awful sins, and
it often has led to the most fearful of all: and of
this, also, there is mention made in this chapter."
You mean murder, mamma ?"
"Yes, Maggie. It is terrible to think how
many times man's life has been taken by man
under the influence of this fatal sin, and to re-
member the sentence pronounced by God Himself,
that He will require the life of man at the hand
"Mother," said Archie, with an earnestness
which his mother had never yet seen in him before
his heart had been humbled and softened by the,
SHEM, HAM5 AND JAPHETH. 55
discipline of this week's sorrow, I hope I shall
never take too much wine in all my life."
"Turn that wish into a prayer, Archie dear,"
Mrs. Wilverley replied, "and remember that it is
one which your mother will constantly offer for you,
especially when you go to school. The wise man
tells us that wine is a mocker and strong drink
raging, and if you turn to the eleventh verse of the
fourth chapter of Hosea, you will see there what
influence it has for evil."
Archibald found the verse, and read it. "They
also have erred through wine, and through strong
drink are out of the way-they err in vision, they
stumble in judgment."
Again he repeated his hope that he should never
in all his life take too much wine, adding, "I do
not think that will be my temptation, mother."
No, Archie, I do not think it will. But Noah's
example is quite sufficient to show that any man
may be tempted to any sin; and often God allows
us to be overcome by those very sins to which by
natural disposition we are least tempted, and from
which, by the principles implanted by early educa-
tion and by all our surrounding circumstances, we
are most guarded, just to show us our own utter
weakness in ourselves and our entire dependence
upon His grace."
Archibald looked yet more thoughtful for a few
moments, and then he said, "I think, mother,,
horses would be my temptation. I do so love
riding and driving, and I am so fond of horses.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't."
56 SHEM, HA1M, AND JAPHETH.
Mrs. Wilverley could have replied with truth
that often she wished so too, but, before she could
speak, Archie went on, ""And it makes me so angry
to see any one cruel to them. I can't think how
any one can ill-treat a horse. Harry Randall isn't
half kind enough to that beautiful creature his god-
father gave him. If I had a horse like that, I'd
make quite a friend of it."
Mrs. Wilverley smiled as she said, "As no doubt
our first parents did before the fall. If you look at
the second verse of this chapter we have just been
reading, you will see that it was only after the fall
that the fear of man and the dread of man came
upon every beast of the earth."
And a good thing it is, mamma," said Maggie,
That they should be afraid of man."
"A merciful thing indeed, Maggie, for if the
beasts of the earth-and even Archie's friends, the
horses-knew their power, and were not in this
subjection to the mind of man, our life would be in
constant danger. God has in His goodness de-
livered them into our hand, but, as Archie truly
says, for use and not abuse. Probably God in-
tended the restraints he laid upon Noah and his
sons to serve as a check to the exercise of cruelty in
their treatment of any of those animals which they
were allowed to slay for food. But now you children
must run away, for I am very tired, and I am sure
we have found quite enough already to learn from
HEN children steal out of their beds in the
early morning long before they are called,
i to draw the blind aside and take a peep
at the sky, it is generally in the hope that not a
cloud may be seen there to dim the promise of the
bright day on which their hearts are fixed for the ful-
filment of some cherished prospect, some picnic, or
hay-making or boating party.
But it was not so with Maggie Wilverley on the
bright August morning, when the weight upon her
heart which had kept her from sleeping until past
twelve on the previous night, caused her to wake
with the first rays of the new day, and she crept
quietly to the window to see what sort of weather it
A good deal depended on this-a whole day
more or less of Archie's society, now so soon to be
taken from her for the first time in her life. If it
rained Uncle Henry would not come. If it was a
fine day, he would ride over, lunch at Wilverley, and
take Archie away with him to school by train in the
For the first time in her life Maggie sincerely
hoped that the weather, or if not the weather some-
thing else, might prevent Uncle Henry from making
his appearance at Wilverley Manor.
The weather certainly did not seem likely to do
so. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky; and the
glance that Maggie cast at the golden cock that was
rearing its head just opposite to her from the roof of
the stables, told her that the wind remained per-
severingly in the north-east, and that it was no use
to lay the flattering unction to her soul that this was
one of the bright summer mornings which before
noon might be converted into a hopelessly wet
So Maggie went back to bed and lay awake, her
mind occupied at first with herself and the dreary
life that she was destined to lead when Archie, her
one and only companion, should have left her alone
at the manor.
But these thoughts did not last very long, and
soon Maggie was thinking of her mother, and of all
she could do to cheer her to-day, when her heart
would she knew be very low, and of grandpapa, who
would sadly miss his merry little grandson, of whom
he was as proud, as he was fond of his quiet little
When the children came to Scripture class they
were both thinking what neither liked to say, that it
would be a long time before they were once more
seated together thus by their mother's side.
They read the twelfth chapter of Genesis, as far
as the eighth verse, and then, before asking any
questions or making any remarks, Mrs. Wilverley
put a new Polyglot Bible, just like the handsome
one which Uncle Henry had given Maggie on her
last birthday, and which had been the admiration of
both the children ever since, into Archibald's hands.
On the title-page she had written his name and the
date, with the wish that he might become a
Christian hero, filled with the knowledge of God's
will in all wisdom, and spiritual understanding, so
that he might walk worthy of the Lord unto all
pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, increas-
ing in the knowledge of God, and strengthened
with all might, according to His glorious power,
unto all patience, and long-suffering with joy-
As Archie read these words, with many loving
thanks for his mother's gift, she told him that he
must read them often, and ask God, as he did so, to
make him understand their meaning, for that in this
one Scripture sentence might be found all the
elements of Christian heroism. Then, opening the
Bible, she showed him how she had marked various
passages for him to study by himself, all bearing on
the same subject.
I have arranged my own Bible in the same
way," she said, "in different portions, which Maggie
and I will study together here, whilst you are study-
ing yours at schooL"
Alone," he said, "and away from you and
Maggie; that will be very different, mother."
Not alone, Archie, if God is with you; and
not away from Maggie and me if the same Holy
Spirit is dwelling in each of our hearts. We may
remain together in spirit, however far separated in
And, mamma," said Maggie, "I've been
thinking of something this morning. I thought of
it when I was lying awake before nurse came to call
me. Archie and I are going to write to each other
"I thought it was to be once a week, Maggie?"
"We're to send the letter once a week, mamma,
but we mean to write a little of it every day, so that
it may never seem to us as though we had been
away from each other a whole day, and I think it
will be so nice for us to tell each other anything
that we may think about what we have been
Mrs. Wilverley quite agreed that it would be
very nice indeed, without adding that there would
possibly be many more such thoughts and ideas
transmitted from Wilverley Manor to St. Andrew's
School, than from St. Andrew's School to Wilverley
"And we shall begin with the history of
Abraham," was Maggie's next remark, and that is
very nice; for you know, mamma, you said that
Abraham was the most important of all our Scripture
And do you remember why I said so, Maggie ?"
Because, in a way, God's visible church on earth
began with him, was it not, mamma ?"
Yes, Maggie. Until then the church and the
world had been very much mixed together. Some
were sons of men only, following Cain; others were
sons of God, following Abel, and Enoch, and Noah.
But in Abraham God called one special family,
which was to be set apart for the establishment of a
people and a church unto Himself. You know or
what great nation Abraham was the founder,
"Of the Jewish nation, mother, God's chosen
"And you can tell me in what sense he is also
the founder of God's Church on earth. You re-
member what honoured title has been given to
him ? "
"The father of the faithful, mother."
"' The father of all them that believe,' the Bible
says, and again, 'they which are of faith the same
are the children of God.' So that Abraham's
heroism consisted in what special virtue ?"
"In faith, mother."
And what is faith, Archie ? "
"Believing anything on the word of another."
"And Christian faith is ? "
"Believing what God tells us, because He says
so, and we know Him to be true."
Yes, Archie, that is faith, and in the exercise
of this faith, which you have yourself described so
very clearly, all our religion may be said to begin,
to continue, and to end. You are going away from
us to-day, Archie, and my one desire is that you
may go in the very spirit of Abraham. You must
not wonder that I speak so earnestly to you, this
morning, when you remember that I shall have no
opportunity of speaking to you to-morrow, or for
a great many to-morrows. And there is so much in
these few verses that I would like to see written on
your heart, so much that must be written on all our
hearts, if we would be followers of faithful Abraham,
and blessed with him. There is one verse in this
chapter, or rather a few words in one verse, which
I want you, Archie, specially to remember. What
have you often told me, and I think yet more often
told Maggie, until it has almost become a saying
amongst us all, would be your greatest wish ? "
Archie did not hesitate an instant in answering,
To be a hero, mother."
"And how do men become heroes, Archie ? "
In many ways, mother; in any way, indeed,
that makes their name great."
Exactly so, Archie. A hero is one whose name
has become great. Now look at the second verse of
this chapter again, and see what is said there."
Archie read the verse-" And I will make of
thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make
thy name great, and thou shalt be a blessing."
Mrs. Wilverley repeated the words, "a and make
thy name great," asking, And in what way, Archie,
did Abraham become great ? Do we hear of him
as becoming a mighty monarch, a powerful prince,
a distinguished discoverer of arts or sciences, a
learned law-giver like Moses, or a profound philo-
sopher like Solomon ? "
Then how was this promise fulfilled? That
it has been most marvellously and abundantly ful-
filled we see indeed, for no man's name has ever
become so widely known and venerated as the
name of the great patriarch, Abraham. You re-
collect what that missionary clergyman told us
about the Jews, Saracens, Arabians, and Moham-
medans all uniting in declaring Abraham to be their
father and their founder, however deficient they
might now be in the knowledge of Abraham's faith.
To this day the name of Abraham is great in the
East. Now let us see what sort of man was this
Abraham, who became so great, and what kind of a
life he led."
Mrs. Wilverley looked at Maggie, who answered
very readily, He was like Jacob, mamma, a plain
man dwelling in tents, and he had sheep and oxein,
and plenty of land."
So that his greatness, Maggie, lay in his
character and conduct, and not in his circumstances,
still less in his conquests. And if you children will
study the character of Abraham, you will see that
there was nothing happened to him, and nothing
which he did, which in one way or other may not
happen to us, and in which we may not be called
upon to imitate him."
"Oh, mamma," said Maggie, God does not
call upon any one now to slay their only son as a
proof of their obedience."
Does he not, Maggie ? I think he often does;
indeed, I am not sure that God does not always
call upon His children to follow Abraham in making
some one special sacrifice of self and earth, in order
to prove their love and faith. It may not be, as in
Abraham's case, an only son, but it will be some-
thing that is an 'Isaac' to them; something that
they love best of all, and would least like to part
with; something, perhaps, that God sees they must
lay upon His altar, if they would serve Him with a
Mrs. Wilverley spoke very earnestly, and Mag-
gie's thoughts involuntarily wandered to the grave
so dear to them all, though neither she nor Archie
could remember the beloved father who lay there,
and to the last words upon that marble tombstone,
"Not my will, but Thine be done."
Neither she nor Archie said anything, and Mrs.
You little ones cannot understand this now,
but one day, I feel sure you will remember your
mother's words and say that they were true, for it is
my daily prayer for both of you that your whole
hearts may be given to God. I believe God will
answer this prayer, and in doing so, I know He
will call you as He called Abraham, to yield a
perfect obedience of heart and will to Him."
"I think, mamma," said Maggie, "that God does
call us now, even us children, to submit to His will."
And she thought of the struggle that had gone
on in her own heart that morning before she could
resolve to see Archie go away from Wilverley with
a happy mind, and devote herself to cheering her
mother instead of fretting for his loss.
"I know He does, Maggie, and it is not easy
always to submit."
"No, mamma, it is very hard. I often wonder
why it is so very hard to do right, and to be good."
If it were not, Maggie, there would not be the
same call to heroism. The fight makes the soldier
-the conquest makes the hero. And these few
verses that we have just read about Abraham seem
to be a complete type or picture of the Christian
hero's life. You see what was the first step he had
to take, Archie ? "
"He had to leave his own country, and his
father's house, mother."
So that the first step of that hero was one of
separation.. And separation may be said to be the
first step of every Christian hero. God offers to
make us all His sons and daughters, and lead us all
to a better land than this can ever be; but first,
Maggie, what does He call upon us to do-you
remember the sermon preached on that very text
the Sunday after the Confirmation ? "
Maggie repeated the verse. Come out from
among them, and be ye separate, saith the Lord.
and touch not the unclean thing, and I will receive
you, and will be a father unto you, and ye shall be
my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty."
"Just as Abraham separated himself from his
country and his kindred, and his father's house, and
carried all his substance that he had gathered into
Canaan, so must we separate from the seductions of
this world, and from the sins of the flesh and the
service of Satan, and carry all that we possess, time,
talents, goods, into the service of God, if we would
set our faces in earnest towards heaven-our true
But we cannot get rid of our sins, mamma,"
said Maggie, even though we are really trying to
be good and get to heaven."
Her mother bade her read again the sixth verse
of the chapter.
The Canaanite was then in the land, you see,
Maggie, and the Canaanite is still in the land now,
and ever will be, so long as we are only in the
road to heaven, and not in heaven itself. These
Canaanites are striking types of our sins and
infirmities; Abraham, and the Scripture heroes
who followed Abraham, could not exterminate them.
They still dwelt in the land, and were constantly
rising up against them, and hindering and opposing
their progress, but they were never to be allowed
to gain the upper hand. If you look at the eleventh
verse of the twentieth chapter of Deuteronomy,
you will see how these Canaanites were to be
treated by the warriors-the heroes, Archie-who
were fighting against them."
Archie read the words, "They shall be tribu-
taries unto thee, and shall serve thee."
And Moses warns the people of Israel what would
be the result of not subduing these Canaanites ; that
if they did not drive them out, they would surely
become pricks in their eyes, and thorns in their
sides, and vex them in the land wherein they dwelt.
This was one of the last truths that Joshua im-
pressed upon their minds, and it shall be the last
that we will talk about this morning, that sin left
in our heart and life will always prove a sorrow and
a scourge to us.
HE parting was painful, certainly, and even
Archibald's high spirits failed him for a
__ time, and his light heart was loaded with
an unusual weight, as he wished good-bye to one
after another familiar face and object at Wilverley
First to his grandfather. It was what old
Abbott called one of Sir James's "poor days;"O
and though he had been told of Archie's expected
departure, and had listened to the letters on the
subject and thoroughly entered into the plan and
approved of it, when the boy came to say good-
bye before he left, even Abbott failed for some
time in making him understand where he was
going. The old gentleman had not been so deaf
for days as he was that morning, and Mrs. Wilver-
ley's clear voice had to be summoned to Abbott's
assistance before any sound could be made to reach
him. Then he caught the word school," and said,
" Ah they must go to school when they get to that
age-and he's a great big boy of his years, and a
very fine one too;" and he raised his eyes to gaze
through his gold glasses, with an expression of
fond pride, on Archie's handsome figure as he stood
before him with his cap in his hand. And Eton's
the right place for him to go to-they'll make a
man of him there, and a fine scholar too, they all tell
me; but it's sore work for me and his mother to
part with him-the only one we've got too-all the
more need that he should be sent away-he's get-
ting spoiled they tell me, and no doubt it's true;
but I can't help it and never could, try as hard as I
might-when there's but one, you see, it's harder
no doubt than where there's many, and he's such a
famous spirit of his own."
They saw that the mind was wandering back to
long years ago, and bade Archie say good-bye and
The child held out his hand to his grandfather,
but the old man, drawing him towards him, took
him into his arms and kissed him over and over
again. Then bidding him be a good boy and love
his mother, and read his Bible every day, and say
his prayers," he let him go. But before he had
reached the door he called him back. "And don't
be too venturesome on horseback-boys must ride,
and ride well, but there's a risk in being too ven-
A.bbott hurried the child away for his mother's
sake, as well as for his master's. When they
had gone, Sir James turned to him with a sorrow-
f'l, bewildered look, and said, "I'm thankful to
see him looking so well, Abbott, and it's a good
thing hes going to Eton; he's had a tremendous
spirit of late, and it's been as much as I could do to
manage him. I had fallen asleep in my chair just
before he came in, and had been dreaming-such a
dreadful dream, Abbott. I dreamed that the boy
was riding my black mare, and got a bad fall.
There I can't bear to think of what I dreamed !"
Abbott would not let him think of it. He
moved his master's pillows, and shouted some news
about the stables and the newly-carted hay into his
ear, striving to divert his mind from the subject to
which, when weakest, it generally turned. It was
a touching sight to see the old men together; the
elder so much the younger in mind and memory,
and all besides. For care ages more than time, and
one great sorrow will do the work of many years.
Meanwhile Archie visited the servants' hall and
the stables, and wished good-bye to men and maids,
to horses and ponies, to birds and rabbits, and even
to the chickens and the ducks, leaving himself only
just a few moments for what he knew would require
all the courage he could muster: the last word and
kiss to his mother and to Maggie.
His heart nearly failed him then, and the tears
were only restrained by the strongest effort of will
that Archibald had ever yet exercised. But they
were restrained, and before the carriage had driven
to the end of the Park, Archibald was chatting
gaily to his uncle. The gamekeeper's wife, who
opened the gates, returned the farewell wave of
Archie's hand with a low curtsey, and went back
into the lodge to remark to her daughter that the
" young master was as merry as ever, and she was
afraid he had not much feeling to be leaving home
and his mamma for the first time, without seeming
to care more than that."
But his Uncle Henry thought differently. He
had observed the trembling lip that had gone before
the smile, and the controlled quiver of voice that
was carried off by the merry laugh, and he began to
think that after all, there were some elements of
heroism in Archie as well as in Maggie, something
more than mere talk.
Meanwhile Maggie had kept up bravely. Knowing
well her own weakness where Archie was concerned,
she had provided against it, and feeling quite sure
that the cry would come somehow and at some time,
she had had it out all by herself in the old haunt in
the hay-loft when Archie and her mother were well
out of the way, wishing good-bye to grandpapa in the
study. So that she had been quite ready afterwards
to accompany Archie in all his parting visits up-
:stairs and downstairs, in-doors and out-of-doors,
keeping up her brother's spirits by her own com-
posure, and had even thrown her arms around him
.and given him her last kiss, with a pale face cer-
tainly, and a suspicious mark under her large grey
eyes, but without any signs of tears. Then, when
the carriage had driven quite away out of all sight
and sound, she slipped her hand into her mother's,
and drew her back into the house, and into her own
quiet little sitting-room, and wheeling her arm-
chair to the window, made her sit down in it, and
established herself on her stool at her feet.
Archie won't forget, mamma," she said. And
those were the first words that were spoken.
"Won't forget what, Maggie darling ? asked
Mrs. Wilverley, stroking the little hands which were
so lovingly laid in hers, and thinking how good
God was in giving her such a precious comforter in
this tender-hearted little daughter. "What is it
that Archie won't forget ?"
I don't think he will forget anything, mamma;
I mean anything that he ought to remember."
Mrs. Wilverley smiled.
Then he will indeed be a remarkable character,
Maggie-a most decided hero."
I mean, mamma, that I think he really wishes
to try to remember all that he ought. And, do you
know, I think Archie has been quite different ever
since the accident, so much more thoughtful and so
attentive at Bible class, though he had begun to be
He likes the subject of our Scripture characters,
Maggie," said Mrs. Wilverley; I hope he will
continue to take interest in it, even when he is
.away from us. It is so difficult to persevere, to
keep up one's interest in good things. There is such
a constant inclination to give up."
"And yet one must go on, mamma," said
Maggie, "' and never allow one's self to stop, or else
one begins at once to go back. I hope Archie will
remember what you said to us about Abraham, and
the way in which he journeyed, when he was on the
road to Canaan."
Going on still toward the south," said Mrs.
Wilverley. "Yes, there is a great deal of instruction
in those few words. They are very typical-very
illustrative of what the Christian hero's journey must
always be-a steady progress in the right way, turn-
ing aside neither to the right hand or to the left;
'going on still toward the south,' an uphill journey,
in which there can be no pause."
"Archie was taken with what you said about
the carriage going up that steep hill on Tuesday."
"I think he was, Maggie, he saw how impos-
sible it was for Lawson to stop the horses; the
moment he tried to make them stand still, they
commenced backing and slipping downwards. And
it is just the same with us in travelling to our
heavenly home: it is up-hill all the way."
"But it gets easier, mamma, as we get farther
"In one way, Maggie, much easier. The road
itself certainly does not get easier." Mrs. Wilverley
spoke feelingly, remembering the trials which in
earlier days would have broken her heart and crushed
her frame, but which she had had faith and love
enough to meet. God is a Father to His children,
Maggie, and He knows exactly the amount of
strength and power which each of them pos-
sssees. He must know, since it is He Himself who
has given them that power, and that strength. I do
not give you the same lessons to learn now, Maggie,
that I gave you when you were six years old, or even
a year ago."
"No, mamma, you give me much harder
"And yet, Maggie, they do not seem harder,
because you have more understanding now than
then. And we are not going to give William
Moore's little boy, whom we hired yesterday, as
much work to do as his father."
No, of course not, mamma, he could not do it;
he never would be strong enough to carry a heavy
load, or to do any really hard work."
Not now, Maggie, but the lighter load is given
to prepare for the heavier, and the easier work is
appointed to teach us how to do the harder; and it
is in spiritual things as in temporal ones, the
strength and the knowledge grow by using. Willie's
arms and hands will gain power every day by car-
rying the little loads and doing the easy tasks set
for them, and so in the daily exercise of prayer, and
submission, and obedience, even little children grow
strong in spiritual things, and can realize for them-
selves the truth of such words as are spoken on this
subject by the heroes of old, who knew best what
struggle was, and what it cost those who were really
in earnest to go on still toward the south.' Look
at the ninth verse of the seventeenth chapter of Job,
Maggie, and see what he says."
Maggie read the verse.
"The righteous shall hold on his way, and he
that hath clean hands shall be stronger and
There is heroism in those words, Maggie, and
so there is in the words of another of our great
Scripture heroes, who said almost the same thing in
the midst of yet greater sorrow, sorrow so great that
it was a type of our Lord's agony."
You mean David, mamma."
"Yes, Maggie. See what he says in the seventh
verse of the eighty-fourth Psalm."
They go from strength to strength, every one
of them in Zion appeareth before God."
Going on still toward the south," said MIrs.
Wilverley, "until they reach, through hills of
danger and difficulty, and valleys of humiliation
and sorrow, the sunny shores of the heavenly Zion,
towards which they have journeyed faithfully with
their faces thitherward."
SIt makes me think of our hymn, mamma," said
Oft in danger, oft in woe,
Onward, Christians, onward go,
Bear the toil, maintain the strife,
Strengthened with the Bread of Life.' "
"And of a very favourite verse of mine,
Maggie, 'The path of the just is as a shining
light that shineth more and more unto the perfect
The little talk meant by Maggie to cheer her
mother, had yet more cheered Maggie's own
She went away to water Archie's flowers and
feed Archie's pets with so light a heart, reflected
in so bright a face, that as her mother watched
her from the drawing-room window, she almost
wondered to see her. There was a stain on the
clear surface of the plate-glass window, and Mrs.
Wilverley wiped it away; as she perceived how
quickly it disappeared from the highly-polished
surface, she said to herself was it not so with
Maggie, and did not the innocent heart recover
from the passing shadow, and regain its brightness
more readily than the heart dimmed either by
sin or selfishness ?
ND this was school! It did not at all
realize Archie's idea of what school would
be, and at first he felt rather disappointed
at finding that everything was so much more com-
fortable than he had expected-so very comfortable,
indeed, that his first heroic resolutions found no
sphere of action. The house was nearly as large as
Wilverley Manor, and furnished with as many
necessary comforts, though without its unnecessary
luxuries and ornaments, and though there were not
quite so many servants in attendance, there were
enough to attend to all his wants. Even Maggie
would not have pitied him for being obliged to learn
his lessons in such a fine airy room as any one of
the three which were shown to him, and Nurse
Crossley herself, clever as she was in discovering
defects and deficiencies in household arrangements,
would have found it very hard to point out where
they lay in the delightful dormitories which ran
along each side of the upper floor, opening on a
large and lofty lobby. Archie, however, was not to
sleep in one of these cosy little bedrooms, all to
himself, with his own chest of drawers, and bed,
and wash-hand stand, and chair. He was not ten
years old, and so he was a junior pupil, and would
sleep in one of the junior rooms, under the special
superintendence of the matron, and with two other
boys, one rather older and the other rather younger
Before Archie had been half an hour in the
house, he had counted how many weeks must pass
before he should be ten years old and have a room
Before the first day was over, Archie found that
a great deal of trial was involved for him in this fact
of his being a junior boy. He had been very
anxious to go to school for a long time, but now he
said to himself, that if he had only known before-
hand how things would be, he would have begged
his mother not to send him to St. Andrew's until he
was old enough to go into the upper school. The
junior boys were under a governess, and Archie
hated the very idea of being taught by a woman.
For a long time he had felt quite ashamed of
sharing Maggie's daily lessons with Miss Graham.
Indeed, this had been one great reason why he had
been so very anxious to leave Wilverley. The boys
who came to stay there generally made it their
first question, what school he went to, and of
course he had to say he did not go to school yet.
That was not so bad; many other boys had tutors
at home. But when the second question pro-
pounded was, Then who teaches you ?" and he
had to say his sister's governess, he always felt
covered with what he considered very justifiable
confusion. And now he was to be taught again by
a governess, and only to go to the masters for
certain lessons daily. Well, one comfort was that
the boys at home, and especially Harry Randall,
need know nothing about this. He would talk to
them about Dr. Evans, the principal; and Mr.
Hume, the classical; and Mr. Watkins, the mathe-
matical master, and so on, but he would not say
anything about Miss Griffiths, to whom he at once
took a dislike, founded on no better reason than her
being a "Miss," and not a "Mr." All he hoped was
that his Uncle Henry would say nothing about this
lady's existence, and for the first time in his life,
he thought that his uncle expressed an entirely
incorrect opinion when he told Dr. Evans that he
was glad to see a lady governess in the junior
schoolroom, women always got little fellows on
more quickly, and generally knew how to manage
But the governess was not the only trial con-
nected with being a junior boy. They suffered
various other restrictions, from which Archie's
spirit revolted. They had a separate playroom,
and though they were allowed the use of the gym-
nasium, they did not go there at the same time as
the senior boys. And worst of all, he was told that
when they went out- for a walk, they had to go
under the superintendence of this dreadful Miss
Griffiths-Miss Griffin, the boys called her, without
any idea of the inappropriateness of the word when
applied to the most amiable and excellent of in-
dividuals. And yet it was not altogether so incorrect,
since her claws and her other objectionable qualities
were entirely fabulous, and had no existence, except
in their own imaginations.
But Miss Griffin she was called, or more generally,
" the Griffin," and before the first day of Archie's
school life was over, he was quite familiar with
this name, and poor Maggie proved quite wrong
in supposing he would not forget anything he
ought to remember, for only a very few days
before he went to school his mother had im-
pressed upon him how wrong it was ever to give
But Maggie would have been very much sur-
prised, and very unhappy indeed, could she have
known to what extent Archie carried his forgetful-
ness of the things which he ought most to have
remembered, that very first day.
A great deal had been said to Archie about the
duty of never omitting to say his prayers night and
morning, and he had often read and heard of this
being one of the schoolboy's special temptations.
And in reading and hearing he had often himself
admired the heroism of the boy, who, in spite of
ridicule or threats from his companions, knelt
bravely down, to offer his morning and evening
prayer to his God, and he had despised the
cowardice of the boy who had crept prayerless
into his bed because he was afraid of a scoff,
or a sneer, or perhaps of a buffeting and a bol-
But it is very easy to pass judgment and
make resolutions ourselves, when we are standing
quite aside from the scene of action, mere specta-
tors of the struggles of others.
The little boys went to bed before supper.
That was an additional grievance. Not that Archie
wanted any supper. He had had a good tea at
half-past six o'clock, and he was not the least
hungry when at a quarter to eight, a bell rang
which he was told was to summon the younger
boys upstairs to prepare for bed.
Some of the little fellows went into Miss
Griffiths' room to say their prayers there. These
were the very small ones, boys of seven and eight,
the sight of whom made Archie feel how absurd
it was for him to be included, in any way, in
the same arrangements and regulations that they
Archie followed Stancombe Digby and David
Copford into their room, and there joined in the
fun that they were carrying on.
At last there was a footstep along the passage.
Mr. Hume was coming to see if the boys were in
bed, and to hear if there was any talking going on
in the bedrooms.
Digby and Copford jumped into bed, and covered
their heads with their clothes. Archie followed
their example. "Digby," Copford," said Mr.
Hume. Are you asleep ?" There was no answer,
and he turned out the gas.
As soon as the sound of his footsteps had died
along the passage, the boys burst out laughing.
"I say, Wilverley," said Digby.
"Yes," replied Archie.
"That's one way of having no talking in the
bedrooms. Isn't it absurd ?"
"Isn't what absurd ?" asked Archie.
Why, forbidding us to talk, when they can't
possibly prevent it. We should have twenty-five
bad marks if we were found out, but we never can
be found out. Mr. Hume comes up two or three
times a -night, but we hear him open the gallery
door, and then we can shut up till after he's gone."
It did not seem right to Archie, and he said so.
Both the boys burst out laughing, and said some-
thing to each other, which he did not understand,
about its being better for him to get put into the
other dormitories, and then he could be one of
Archie longed to know who Drysdale was, but
did not like to ask. He did not feel inclined to
talk or laugh any more, and Digby and Copford
went on chatting together. So, as Archie could
hear, other boys were doing in the adjacent dormi-
tories. There was quite a low hum carried on until
the sound of the gallery door put a temporary stop
to it, to be resumed again as soon as the master had
Archie had fully meant to say his prayers before
going to bed, if he had not jumped in so suddenly
in imitation of the other boys. 'But now he could
not summon courage to get out again. He half re-
solved to do so noiselessly enough not to be heard,
for it was the first time in his life that he had
gone to bed without kneeling in prayer; but at that
moment Digby, imagining him to be asleep, ex-
pressed his opinion to Copford that "the new
boy would turn out to be a muff after all," to which
Digby replied that if so he had come to the
wrong place in their room, for they'd laugh at him
After this, Archie was afraid to move, for, of all
things in the world, he hated being laughed at.
He tried to say his prayers in bed, but he could
not remember the words which were so familiar to
him. He could not even fix his mind upon the
Lord's prayer, or recollect a line of the hymn, which
for years he and Maggie had sung together every
night at their mother's side. Maggie had made him
promise that since he would not be able to sing this
hymn when he should be at school, he would say it
over to himself before he went to sleep. He tried
to do so now, but he could not. His head was
aching, and though he lay quite still, lest the boys
should perceive that he was not asleep, his thoughts
were all in a whirl. He felt angry with himself for
having made any promise to Maggie, and angry
with Maggie for having asked him to do so; she
would not have done it if she had known what school
was like. Schoolboys could not keep promises,
and it was silly to have made any. Maggie would
Ssee that for herself when he explained it all to her.
SArchie slept very little that first night, and next
day he felt weary and poorly, and was quite struck
by the sight of his own face in his little looking-
glass. If he had been at home, such looks as he
brought to the breakfast table would have excited
the attention and anxiety of not only Mrs. Wilverley
and Maggie, but of half the household. But nobody
seemed even to notice them at school, and Archie
dragged through the morning lessons in such a dis-
pirited manner, that Mr. Wortley, the English
master, told Dr. Evans that he thought his uncle
must have given a very partial description of his
nephew. "The boy seemed delicate and rather
stupid," instead of being, as he had expected to
find him, a merry, healthful boy, full of life and in-
But Dr. Evans only replied, with a larger
knowledge of boy-nature, and a longer experience
of school life, that it was early days yet, and they
must wait a week or two before they could form any
opinion of what the boy was like.
Meanwhile, on that first morning of Archie's
absence from her, Maggie was living more com-
pletely with him, and for him, than she had ever
done during all the years they had been together.
Even in her prayers, she was tempted to think more
of Archie, his temptations and difficulties, than of
herself, and at the Scripture class, which seemed so
strangely solitary to her without Archie, ;he caught
herself listening for him, and told her mother so.
I hope it will be always like that with Archie,
mamma," she said, as her mother made her observe
that wherever Abraham went it was always said of
him in every fresh place of abode, at Sichem, at
Bethel, at Hebron in the plain of Mamre, whenever
he removed from one place and pitched his tent
elsewhere, he builded an altar unto the Lord, and
called upon the name of the Lord.
"I hope it may be, Maggie," Mrs. Wilverley re-
And don't you think it will be, mamma ?"
But Mrs. Wilverley would not say more than
that she hoped and prayed it might be. She knew
Archie to be full of right feelings, and right wishes,
aud right resolutions. But she was still waiting,
prayerfully and patiently, for the right principles,
without which all else would prove insufficient.
WEEK-a month-three months passed,
and Archibald Wilverley had grown quite
accustomed to school. But although accus-
tomed to it he liked it no better than he had done
at first. There was no doing anything he liked.
Miss Griffiths was worse than Miss Graham. The
games were stupid. He had been accustomed to
the society of older and stronger boys than those
whom he now mixed with in the lower school, and
to rougher and ruder games. Instead of school
realizing his hopes and aspirations, he found him-
self more in want of congenial society than he had
been at Wilverley. There he had the companion-
ship of Maggie, who was always ready to throw
herself into every thought and wish of his, and to
admire every pursuit in which she could not join,
and he constantly felt himself to be quite a little
hero when he clambered the high trees, and swam
out of his depth in the pond, often to the terror,
and always to the applause of the admiring servants.
Here there was no possibility of distinguishing
himself in any way. Nobody admired, or even
noticed him; and the little boys were under such
constant supervision, that there was no chance
of getting into danger, or doing anything daring,
which had from babyhood seemed to be the chief
object of Archie's life. Mrs. Wilverley had often
tried to make her little boy understand that there
was nothing grand or glorious in going into danger
for danger's sake, however much heroism there
might be in meeting it calmly and fearlessly when
brought into it in God's providence. Archie had
always delighted in getting into impossible places,
that some one might wonder at the skill and courage
with which he found his way out of them, and he
had fondly imagined that
constant opportunities for
powers of resistance, and
And so there would have
notwithstanding all he had
only one idea of courage
fined to the lower kind.
heroism, the heroism of
at school there would be-
exercising his remarkable
endurance, and bravery.
been, but unfortunately,
I been taught, Archie had
, and it was entirely con-
Of the higher sort of
Abel and of Abraham,
which his little sister Maggie was practising every
day, in her quiet, humble, unobtrusive way at home
-of this kind of heroism, Archie had as yet no
idea. And because he had not, all sorts of evil
feelings were reigning unresisted in his heart, and
he was falling into evil ways and habits, which
were to be a snare to him, and a sorrow to his
mother and his sister.
It need not have been so. There were many
good boys at St. Andrew's School. There, as every-
where else, the two classes reigned: those who fol-
lowed right, and those who followed wrong.
In one thing, certainly, Archie had been unfor-
tunate, and Mrs. Wilverley, had she known it,
might have been tempted to say that her prayers
had not been heard. But I doubt whether she
would have said so, for Mrs. Wilverley knew that
prayers are often most heard when they seem least
so. Digby and Copford were not at all good
b9ys indeed they were two of the naughtiest boys
in the lower school. Copford was an acknowledged
naughty boy, one who would break a rule whenever
he got a chance to do so, and who hated lessons,
and was fond of quarrelling, and inclined to be dis-
obedient and impertinent. Digby passed for a dull
boy, without any mischief in him-for he had a
singular talent for doing his wickedness in such a
way that it was never found out, and went amongst
the boys by the name of "Digby double-face," or
more frequently "double-face," without the Digby.
When Mrs. Evans arranged that Archibald
should share the same room as these two boys, she
thought she was making the safest and wisest ar-
rangement she could make. For from all she had
heard of Archie, and the training he had received
at home, from his uncle, Captain Crawford, she
believed that it would be much more 'likely that he
would do Copford good, than that Copford would
do him any harm. And yet Mrs. Evans did not
often make mistakes-and perhaps this was no
mistake, but really the best thing that could have
happened. Temptation must come, and when it
does the weak will fall. Happy those whom the
first fall teaches so to realize their own weakness,
that they are led by it to seek a strength not their
own, and in that strength to stand upright ever
Archie, Copford, and Digby were standing to-
gether in the large lobby, into which the dormitories
opened, having a chat before going down to dinner.
The matron had told them twice to go downstairs
to the schoolroom, and wait there till the second
bell rang. But they had taken no notice of her,
and were considerably surprised when Mr. Hume
appeared, and, sentencing them to fifty lines, sent
them downstairs very summarily.
Such a sneak as Mrs. Fanshawe is," remarked
Digby under his breath, she sent that girl Jane
downstairs on the sly to tell Mr. Hume."
"And such a nasty fellow as he is," returned
Copford, "such a muff too, with his white hair and
his fair face. He ought to be a lady's maid, or
serve in a millinery shop, instead of coming here
to look after boys who are much better able to mind
Immediately after dinner, the boys instead of
going out to play, were sent down to learn their
lines. Whilst they were thus engaged, feeling very
hot and very cross, but not daring to make any
display of their discontent, with Mr. Hume sitting
by-for however unfit Copford might consider that
gentleman for the work of minding boys, he was
a master whom every boy, from the eldest to the
youngest, was afraid of not minding-a message was
brought that "Dr. Evans wished to see Master
Wilverley in the study."
Now this was the first time that Archibald had
been brought into personal contact with the Doctor
since the day-just three months ago-when he
had first come to St. Andrews, and the Doctor had
shaken hands with him, and hoped that he would
be happy and comfortable, and be a good boy and a
comfort to his mother.
Archibald was under the belief that since then
his very existence had passed out of the Doctor's
mind, and that he did not know whether there was
such a boy as Archibald Wilverley in the school or
He had never taken the slightest notice of him
beyond including him in the friendly nod, and
pleasant good morning," with which he returned
all the boys' usual morning salutation.
Archie did not yet do any lessons with the
Doctor. No one ever mentioned the Doctor's name
to him, or threatened to report any of his delin-
quencies or misdemeanors to him. So that Archie
had come to look upon Dr. Evans as a most im-
portant and formidable personage as regarded the
elder boys, but with whom he had personally almost
as little connection as with the Queen on her throne,
or the Lord Chancellor, who he had been told had
the management of his property, but with whom
he had never had anything whatever to do.
So that it was a very solemn moment for Archi.
bald when he heard himself thus suddenly sum-
moned to the Doctor's study, especially as he felt
himself by no means well prepared to appear in
such a presence.
However, Mr. Hume, on receiving the message,
ordered him to go, and there was nothing to do but
So he followed the man-servant up the stone
staircase that led from the lower school-room into
the hall, and across the soft carpeted passage into
the study, his first visit to that formidable room,
which helped to make it seem all the more awful.
It was a beautiful room, but of this Archie per-
ceived nothing. If this was an opportunity for
exercising heroism, he altogether failed to take ad-
vantage of it. The size and lightness of the room
were lost upon him, or only served to increase un-
consciously the feeling of entire fear that fell upon
him. He did not observe the book-shelves that
lined the room throughout, or the alabaster busts
that stood above them, representing some of the
very heroes about whom he used to read, his eyes
were fixed upon the carpet, until he raised them in
reply to the Doctor's words, "Look up, Wilverley,"
and then they fell upon the Doctor, sitting with a
grave face before. him, whilst beside him sat his
Uncle Henry, Captain Crawford.
For a moment, Archie's heart beat with pleasure,
and his face-a very handsome face certainly, as the
Doctor did not fail to remark,-flushed with joy ; but
before he could yield to his first inclination to run
up to his uncle, something in Captain Crawford's
manner kept him back, and, following the direction
of his uncle's eyes, his own fell upon a paper he
held in his hand.
It was one of the quarterly school reports.