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Title: The Sunday garland of pictures and stories
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Title: The Sunday garland of pictures and stories
Physical Description: 86, 2, 8 p. : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Mackarness, Henry S., 1826-1881
Small, William, 1843-1929 ( Illustrator )
Cassell, Petter & Galpin ( Publisher )
Publisher: Cassell, Petter & Galpin
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: 1877
Copyright Date: 1877
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1877   ( lcsh )
Publishers' catalogues -- 1877   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1877
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
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Spatial Coverage: England -- London
France -- Paris
United States -- New York -- New York
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
General Note: Some Illustrations by W. Small.
General Note: Publisher's catalogue follows text.
Statement of Responsibility: by the author of "A trap to catch a sunbeam," etc. etc.
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"Give to him that asketh thee."-ST. MATTHEW V. 42.
IT is Christmas Day, and old Davis and his wife are
sitting over the cosy fire dreaming of the days that are
past and gone, and of those little feet that used to
patter on the floor, and the rosy faces that were held
up to be kissed and wished a merry Christmas, and
the stocking that was filled with pretty things for the
happy children.
They are all gone now, and the old people are left.
alone; but they look forward to the bright future when
they will all meet in the happy home where they will
part no more. Suddenly there is a knock at the door,
and old Davis goes to open it, and there, in the cold
and snow, stands a poor old man, with scarce any
clothing on, his white hair flying in the wind, looking
sad and wretched.
Old Davis draws him in, and they give him some
of their Christmas dinner; and now, as you see by the
picture, he is warming himself by their nice fire, and
telling the sad tale of his misfortunes. Poor old man!
Do you not think old Davis and his wife are happier
on this Christmas night for giving shelter to that poor
old man?
Ah! think when you are sitting in your cosy rooms
and at your plenteous meals, of the sick and hungry;
and be thankful to your Heavenly Father for your
happier lot, losing no chance of helping those less
fortunate, remembering it is "more blessed to give
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"In the world ye shall have tribulation, but be of good cheer, I have over-
come the world."-ST. JOHN xvi. 33.
GENTLE JESUS told us that while we live in this world
we shall have a great deal of sorrow, and as we grow
older we find how truly He spoke, for we see a great
deal of trouble around us of all kinds, and in the fol-
lowing pictures I shall show you some different ways in
which sorrow comes to us all in turn.
Old and young, rich and poor, have all their
sufferings of different kinds, but they can all be
borne bravely by keeping in mind that we are to
"be of good cheer;" that Jesus has gone to make
a place for all who love Him in His own bright
You see, in this first picture, poor Ellen Maitland,
the daughter of some very rich people, who has every
comfort that money can give, but is dying of a linger-
ing disease. She is very happy though; she knows
that she is going away where sorrow and pain shall
come near her no more, and she tries to comfort her
sister, who cannot help sometimes grieving, when she
knows how soon they must part.
Ellen tells her to try and remember that they shall
meet again, the parting will not be for ever, but
the next meeting will; and reminds her of all the
comforting words in God's Book which she has learnt
by heart, and which, in the long hours of night, when
she cannot sleep, she repeats to herself.

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Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for him."-PSALM xxxvii. 7.
POOR MARY WATERS! hers has been a rough life-
trouble seems to have followed her, but she is so brave
and patient. She loves the words I have written
above, and takes such comfort from them-" Rest in
the Lord, and wait patiently for Him."
He will in His own time, when He thinks best, take
away the sorrow or lessen the care, or give us greater
strength and courage to go on bearing sorrow. She
quite believes this, and she works on in her miserable
garret-the poor, half-starved cat beside her-and she
knows that if not in this world, in a better one, she
shall have a bright, happy home, and work and weep
no more. She does not know as she sits there, with
aching eyes trying to thread her needle, that her
patient "waiting" is to be rewarded even here.
A good lady has watched her carefully, seen her in-
dustry, piety, and patience, and at her death she means
that those weary fingers and worn-out eyes shall rest.
Now this good lady has gone to her long sleep,
and having no "kith or kin," has left her money to
the patient needle-woman, and the aching eyes and
weary fingers may rest now, and be thankful.
What a bright change for her-the pleasant house
with its nice furniture, so different to her dreary lodg-
ings, the feeling that she has enough now and to
spare, and need never hunger nor thirst more, and,
better still, can help (as she does) those who are suf-
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"*' Ie will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able."-I COR. x. 13.
SOMETIMES sorrow comes in the form of sad poverty;
very often caused by sin or imprudence. Now this
poor woman, in the picture, with her two poor children,
is the wife of a wretched man who spent all the money
he earned on drink, so that now no one will employ
him, and his wife and children are starving for food.
She cannot work with that poor helpless baby to
take care of, and she can get no help, because people
say it is useless to give money-her husband will only
spend it in drink.
The baby is fretful, the other child hungry and
cross, so she goes out into the streets in hopes of
amusing them and keeping them quiet. They come
to a baker's shop-the hot bread and buns have just
come from the oven and that poor starving child
stands with a hungry craving look, staring into the
shop. For an instant the poor mother feels she must
snatch a loaf, and give it to the poor child-steal it, to
save her life! Only for a moment the horrid tempta-
tion seizes her; she raises her eyes to heaven, and
asks for a way to escape from this great temptation.
It is given her. A loud shriek in the street
startles her; a child is nearly under the wheels of a
cart; she flies into the road, snatches it up, and carries
it to the pavement.
Need I tell you that she and her little ones
hunger no more ? The parents of the rescued child
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For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I
gather thee."-ISAIAH liv. 7.
THIS is a sorrow which no words can describe. Mrs.
Lee is a widow, and the world is to her now very
desolate. It seems to her as if God had forsaken
her, and punished her more than she can bear. Her
only comfort is to go and sit by the Church porch,
looking at her husband's grave. Her sister and brother
come often and look at her, but they do not like to
disturb her; they are very sorry for her, and only hope
that time will enable her to get over her sorrow.
There they are mistaken-she will never get over it."
People never do forget such sorrow, but she will learn
in time that it is best as it is; that, like everything
that God does, it is wisest and best; that though He
seemed to have forsaken her for a little while, He will
show her His great mercy and love, and she will be
able to smile and be cheerful, and take pleasure in her
dear little children, and look beyond this world and its
troubles to that bright land beyond the grave, where
she will find again those who have gone before." As
a good bishop tells us in his pretty verses :-
Where the child has found its mother,
Where the mother finds the child;
Where dear families are gathered
That were scattered on the wild;
Where we find the joy of loving
As we never loved before;
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If He so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day is, and to-morrow is cast
into the oven, shall He not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?"-
ST. MATTHEW vi. 30.
LEONARD GRAHAM is an artist; his sorrow comes to
him in the form of constant disappointment-he cannot
sell the pictures he paints; and as he has a poor lame
sister dependent on him, it is very sad; he works late
and early, and yet only now and then can get a picture
Perhaps some day his talent will become better
known, and he will be as rich then as he is poor now.
One of his happiest days is Sunday-he loves Nature
in all its moods, as an artist should-and after he
comes from Church he wanders out into the woods, or
by the river, on the banks of which is a beautiful ruin;
there he stands, looking at the lights and shadows as
they fall, studying every effect of the clouds as they
change and pass along; the tints of colour on the old
ruin, and the knotted ivy clinging to it, and the reflec-
tion of all in the clear blue water.
He listens to the singing of the birds and the
humming of the insects, and the fish jumping in the
water, and with fresh hope he goes back to his little
cottage, thinking that He who has been so merciful to
all His creatures, and made the world so fair and
beautiful, will not forsake him or his poor sister, whom
it has pleased Him to afflict, and for whom Leonard
is more anxious than for himself.




". A merry heart doeth good like a medicine."-PROVERBS xvii. 22.
POOR MARIAN HAINES has an incurable disease, and can
seldom get out of bed; but as the good God always fits
the burden to the back, so Marian bears this sorrow
better than any would think. She seems to have
grown used to pain and suffering, and has many, many
bright and happy hours.
She is blessed also by having a dear, good old
granny, who lives with her father and mother, and who
undertakes the entire charge of Marian, and she has
one of those bright, cheerful dispositions, which are a
continual feast. She sits beside her working, reading,
and telling her old tales of days long ago; and it is
curious, and pleasant too, to hear the merry laughter
issuing from the sick room.
Marian lies there on the bed, with the open window
in the summer letting in the sweet scents of the flowers
in the garden and the cheerful voices of the children
in the corn-field playing among the reapers, and granny
sits beside her, telling her whom she sees out there,
painting all the scene so well, that Marian thinks she
sees it all herself, and smiling gratefully at the dear old
body, she says-
"Granny dear, you do me good-more, I think,
than my medicine. How good God is to spare you
to me!"
It is the sign of a patient Christian spirit to find a
blessing amidst our troubles.

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"Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not."-ST. MATTHEW
xix. 14.
AH! poor old Nurse Whitfield, she tries with these
sweet words to console herself for the loss of the little
boy she had nursed from his birth, and whom she loved
like her own.
He had been always very delicate, several of his
sisters had died, and the poor mother, who was obliged
to live in London, was told that if she wanted to save
this only boy, she must let him be brought up in the
So she let dear good Nurse Whitfield, who was
with him when he was born, take him home with
her, and he began soon to grow and thrive, and got
on nicely till he was nearly four years old, and then he
suddenly began to fail, and soon he took to his bed.
His mother was sent for, and little Willie was num-
bered among the angels.
Just before he died he rose up in bed and said,
"Oh, my Padgie!"-that was his little sister whom
he could remember.
So poor Nurse would often sit, years after, just
as you see her here, looking at "the toys he used
to play with, and thinking that he and his little
sister had been gathered in the Heavenly Shepherd's
arms, and she ought not to "forbid" it or to com-
plain, but only wait till her summons comes to rejoin



"For he shall deliver the needy when he crieth, the poor also, and him that
hath no helper."-PSALM Ixxii. 12.
POOR ANNIE LAWSON looks very sad as she sits in her
poor room. She has been trying a long while to sup-
port herself by dressmaking; but there are so many of
the same trade, and she cannot get on.
One thing after another she has sold, and now she is
looking at the coverlet her mother made years ago, and
which she cannot bear to part with. As she looks at it,
she seems to see the poor thin fingers busily at work,
and tears fill her eyes, and she folds it away again,
and thinks she will go hungry another day rather than
sell it.
God will hear her prayer, she is sure-she will
have more patience; but it is hard to be patient when
one is hungry
There is a beautiful old writer, who says, If thou
bear thy cross cheerfully it will bear thee, and lead
thee to the desired end, namely, where there shall be
an end of suffering.'
Annie knows and loves this book, and tries to
do as it tells her. Her faith and patience at last
meet their reward, and before the dawn of another
day Annie Lawson has no need to sell her mother's
A kind lady has given her full employment, and
recommended her to others, and so she is full of hope
and cheer.




Fear not, for I am with thee."-IsAIAH xliii. J.
POOR, friendless, in a strange land, getting a scanty
living by using her talent for music, this poor woman,
with her son, has need to believe that a watchful, loving
Father is ever near her. See, it is a cold snowy
evening. The shades of night are gathering fast,
and she has earned but little money. The boy looks
wistfully in at the windows of a comfortable house,
in which lights and fires are gleaming, and thinks
sadly of the poor garret they are returning to. His
poor mother leans heavily on him, she is tired and
weary, mind and body.
Too weary to raise her voice to sing, though
her boy points to the house all lighted up, thinking
that there they may get a few pence. No; she
shakes her head, and goes on to the miserable little
room which is the best shelter she can afford for
herself and son; but she will find, if she goes on
hoping and trusting, that better times will come, and
once more-beneath the shadow of her native olive
trees, beneath her own radiant skies-she will rest in
peace and be grateful for the glorious voice which God
had given her, and which had been of such service to
her in her dark days.
It is a great thing to remember tnat we neec never
fear, God is always with us. He will never leave us
"nor forsake us.



"For he doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men." -LAMEN.
STATIONS ii. 33.
IT is a sad sight to look at Janey Green, once the
brightest and healthiest girl in the village. Through
her foolish, idle, giddy ways, she has become the poor,
wretched object she is now.
Her mother sits sadly watching her, wishing-now
vainly-she had been stricter with her child; not let
her have her own way, kept her in the house at
work, instead of allowing her to run out at all hours
when she wished, humouring her wish to stay at
home instead of going to service; bitterly she repents
her weakness now.
The poor thing lies there, looking wistfully at
some humble cottage flowers a kindly neighbour has
brought her, and her mother glances from their fresh
brightness to the worn and faded face of the poor
She has one comfort in her sorrow-she feels
that as her child's body has grown weaker, her mind
has strengthened, that she is wiser than she was, and
that this great affliction has brought them both nearer
to God-made them understand why He has thus
Afflicted them; and as she sits there watching her,
she prays to be forgiven for her own weak indulgence
of her child, and that it may please God to raise her
up again, and give her grace to serve Him better, and
love Him more.





"Knowing that whatsoever good thing any man doeth, the same shall he
receive of the Lord, whether he be bond or free. "-EPHESIANS vi. 8.
THAT good, kind, young lady you see there, has come
to this poor, miserable, little room, to read to Old
White, who is fast hastening "home," as he calls it.
He has had a long, hard life, and he is glad to see his
rest coming. He loves to hear the beautiful words of
the Bible read to him; he cannot see well to read now.
She reads to him of faithful Abraham, and his won-
derful obedience to God when he would have killed
his own son at God's order; of Joseph, and his for-
bearance with, and forgiveness of his brethren. Then
she turns to the more glorious story of Him who died
for us-of the gentle, holy Child, in His lowly home,
and reminds him of His great love for the poor, and
sick, and afflicted. She stays at home from one service
every Sunday, that she may go and read to him; and
he looks forward so eagerly to her coming. Some-
times the passers-by stop to listen to her pretty voice
singing the hymns to the old man, and think how good
she is.
Then Old White blesses and thanks her, and
tells her that he is sure this kindness to him will be
remembered and recorded by Him who sees all we do,
and knows all we think.
Let it always encourage us to acts of charity and
kindness to our fellow-creatures to remember that no
good thing, soever, that any man doeth, however small,
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In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried to my God; and he did
hear my voice oat of his temple, and my cry did enter into his ears."-2 SAMUEL
xxii. 7.
THERE you see is a poor young mother, watching with
such anxiety the tiny baby in its cot; its heavy, laboured
breathing, its little flushed face, all tell that the little
pet is very, very ill. The husband stands sadly watch-
ing, too; he, of course, does not understand these little
creatures and their ailments, and has said all along
that it would be all right, he was sure, little babies were
always having something the matter with them; but
he is getting anxious himself now, for baby shows no
sign of improvement, and the doctor says he has done
all he can.
But there is a better Physician than any earthly
one, He will hear the cry of the mother; and if it is
better for the little one to be gathered at once into
His fold, He will teach her to bear it, because in her
distress she cried unto Him, and He heard her."voice
out of His temple," and she will be able to say, in the
beautiful words of the hymn-
If thou should'st call me to resign
What I most love, it ne'er was mine;
I only yield thee what is thine,
Thy will be done."
It is often hard at the time to find our prayers not
answered, as we think; but a true prayer is always
answered, if not exactly in our way, in the best way
for us, and sooner or later we are able to say, It is
better as it is."




"*Look upon my affliction and pain, and forgive all my sins."-PsALM xxv. 18.
POOR boy! He is a big fellow to cry such bitter tears,
and they are very bitter; for they are tears of penitence
for a sin he has committed, which he feels that he
cannot repair now.
He has been trusted with some money by one of
his schoolfellows, and has spent it himself; he hoped
out of the money his mother allowed him to repay it
before the boy asked for it; but, unfortunately, he
wrote for it in the holidays, and then poor Arthur did
not know what to do. He wrote two letters to two of
his great friends, to .ask them if they would lend him
the money. He did not dare to tell his mother-she
was a widow, and he was her only son; he could not
bear to grieve "her, and finishing his letters, he laid his
head down on the window, as you see him, and sobbed
bitterly. His poor little sister looks very sad at his
distress, but does not know how to comfort him. The
door opens gently, and his good, little, wise cousin
comes in, and soon, by her kindness, makes him tell
her all.
"Ask God to-night, Arthur, to forgive you your
sin, and pity your sorrow," she says, and you will
find comfort; and, before you sleep, tell your mother;
she is your best earthly friend." Arthur takes this
good advice, and by the next night's post the money
which had caused him so much misery is repaid, and
the repentant boy is once more made happy.



Be merciful after thy power; if thou hast much give plenteously, if little, do
thy diligence gladly to give of that little, for so gatherest thou thyself a good
reward in the day of necessity."
MANY people who beg in the streets are only wicked
impostors. It is seldom that real distress likes to ex-
hibit itself; but now and then there may be some poor
creature who has, by a series of misfortunes, become
destitute, so that she is really driven to despair, and
can think of no other way to get bread for her famished
This poor creature in the picture, with her pretty
little children, has ventured out in the dripping-wet
streets, and gazes in, the faces of the passengers, not
liking to ask alms; but suddenly she sees a face she
knows-one who had once been a hard, driving master
to her husband. Alas! her husband is gone now
" where the weary are at rest," and the poor creature
is weak and ill from want of proper nourishment her-
self, and has not food to give her poor little fatherless
children. She goes up to the gentleman-her heart
beating, her tongue parched and dry-she tries to speak
in vain, dreading to hear the harsh refusal, the sharp
" No; I never give to beggars," which she had heard
so often spoken to others. At length, in fear to lose
him, she starts forward, but she cannot beg, she only
says, He that hath pity on the poor lendeth to the
Lord." The gentleman turns, recognizes the poor,
wan face, and she and her children have food and
warmth that night.




"Say not, I will do so to him as he hath done to me."-PROVERBS xxiv. 29.
CHILDREN'S little tempers often cause sorrow and trouble,
not only to themselves but to others. You see in the
picture Edward, and Ellen, and Minnie have all been
Ellen is the eldest, and tries to keep peace in the
school-room, but it is very difficult when Edward is at
home. Boys get restless in holidays, and though Ellen
is a good girl, she is very impatient, and irritable, and
vexed with them, when they won't be good and obedient.
It is Sunday, and she wanted them to sit quiet whilst
she read them a story; but Edward would only make
game and kick the chairs over, till poor Ellen grew
quite tired out, covered her face with her hands, and
fairly cried.
Suddenly Edward, half in fun and half in anger,
threw a book at Ellen. Then, her temper fairly
roused, she burst out in loud and angry words, and
was about to return the affront with something still
heavier, when a sudden memory drove away the evil
spirit-the memory of her mother's gentle teaching,
and, still better, her example; how she had herself
tried to imitate, and bade her children do the same,
He who when He was reviled, reviled not again;"
sweet words of peace and forgiveness came back to
her, and she remembered that we must not return
" evil for evil, but contrariwise blessing," and going
to her brother, she said, "We will not quarrel; what
can I do to amuse you ?"



"Lord, I have loved the habitation of thy house."-PsALM xxvi 8.
FROM a baby poor Tom Hales had been what is called
in the country innocent"-that is to say, he had not
all his senses. He was gentle and kindly, but could
not be taught anything. He loved the church and
churchyard better than any place in the village, and
would sit for hours in the porch or on the graves,
attending every service-even burials, christenings, and
weddings. The sun he called the "glory of God,"
and watched it set every night. As he grew older, the
poor parents became anxious about what he was to do.
He could be taught no trade, and they wanted so
much to find some occupation for him. At last they
thought of asking for the vacant post of organ-blower;
and the boy's delight was unbounded when he was
told that the place was his. Poor boy! he thought he
was playing, and the kind organist, to gratify and please
him, let him think so.
You see him in the picture busy at his post in the
pretty old village church, and his parents sit near him,
watching his poor vacant face lighting up every now
and then, as the music bursts out afresh and he realises
that he is being useful in the church he has loved so
It is well for all of us, as we meet such people, to
try and "see them, not as they are, but as they will
be," and act towards them as we tvould wish to have
done when we meet them in the World of Light"



"Consider the lilies of the field how they grow; they toil not neither do they
spin."-ST. MATTHEW.
AND now, I think, we have done with sorrowful pictures
for a time, we will turn to brighter scenes. We will
see how much there is in the world, even amidst all its
troubles, which we have to be thankful for, and which
should make us grateful for the love and care which
watches over us all.
See in this picture a peaceful farm-yard, on a sweet
summer evening. The day's work has ended, the tired
horses are stabled for the night. You can see the
large wagon standing by the straw stack, the quiet
cows turned out in the meadow since milking, and
the geese and fowls are at roost; all speaks of peace
and rest; and the yodng farmer and his pretty bright
wife are taking a stroll. She is picking wild flowers;
she is so fond of them, and arranges them so well,
sometimes in baskets of rushes, which she makes her-
self, and sometimes in the pretty old-fashioned china
bowl which she keeps with such care over the mantel-
piece in the parlour. See, she has just gathered a
"foxglove"-" folk's-glove" is the real origin of the
name, because long ago, when people believed in
fairies, they used to think those pretty flowers were
the gloves of the fairies, or "good folks," as they
called them.
Carry does not think or know anything about the
fairies though; she only loves the beautiful flowers,
and loves Him who has made them.

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"Oh I that men would therefore praise the Lord for his goodness, and for the
wonders that he doeth for the children of men."-PSALM.
WHEN the farmer's pretty little wife is busy making
butter, or tending the poultry, or otherwise engaged in
the farm, her sister, who lives with her, comes out in
the meadows and picks the wild flowers for Carry.
Of course, on Saturday she is more busy than any day
in the week, as an industrious housewife should be,
and yet she likes to have a large fresh bunch of
flowers in her room on Sunday.
So Mary goes to gather them; and not only does
she gather them for ornament, but she has a know-
ledge of the use of plants, and can make all sorts of
lotions and ointments from them; and they seem to me
the best sort of medicines, because they are natural,
and seem given to us on purpose. It is a good thing
for all girls to have this useful knowledge, especially
those who live far from a doctor. Sometimes, in
Mary's searches for the flowers, she came upon some
birds'-nests among the bushes, but she never dis-
turbed them, only just peeped in at the poor little
mother-bird sitting on the nest, with its bright eye
fixed on the intruder, not knowing (how should she ?)
that the gentle girl would not harm her or her little
fledglings for the world, or break any of the pretty
delicate eggs over which she watches so carefully.
Mary only thinks as she looks at the beautiful
little things, of the wonders "that God doeth for the
children of men."



Our Father which art in heaven."-ST. MATTHEW V. 9.
LITTLE AGNES has no mother, but she can remember
her well-can recollect how she used to love and care
for her, and teach her her prayers, and bid her try to
think that God saw her always-not only bodily, but
saw her heart too-and she told her who taught us to
say Our Father," and how Jesus, the gentle Saviour,
loved little children and wanted them to be good and
come to the bright beautiful heaven He had prepared
for them; and she told her that her pretty little brother
was gone there to be an angel, so that when her
mother was gone too, little Agnes used to think when
she said her prayers that her angel mother and brother
were looking down on her from the happy place to
which God has taken them.
Look how reverentially and prettily she is saying
her prayers-her eyes closed and hands together, think-
ing and believing that she is in the presence of God
and His angels, and that all thoughts of play and
nonsense must be put away for a time, while she prays
to her "Father who is in heaven" to protect her
during the coming night.
"But happy still in all distress,
The child that to his father flies,
The heart that on its God relies
For strength and holiness.
God's glorious angels watch him round,
God's spirit on his soul is shed;
In vain the tempter's snares are spread,
lie walks on guarded ground."



Man goeth forth to his work and to his labour until the evening."-PSALM civ.
THERE is a bright, happy party! The father has been
at work all day, and, coming home with slow, tired steps
up the lane, he sees his little ones all running out to
meet him, and little Bob proudly shoulders his basket,
and Dolly and Lizzy cling to his coat-tails, and baby
will be put on his shoulder, of which he is as proud as
a king on his throne.
Tired as he is he cannot resist the little out-
stretched hands, and the pleading little Carry baby,"
so up she goes, and comes home triumphant, and
grandfather hears the merry voices and opens the
door, and mother puts the water to the tea, and
granny, in her easy chair, looks so happy and com-
fortable, and soon they are all seated at table enjoy-
ing their simple meal, and going happily to the sound
healthful rest which a day's toil has earned-the rest
earned by labour is the sweetest of all; the knowing
that our duty is done to the best of our power, and
that we may rest with a quiet conscience, will make a
hard bed better than one of down, and so our life,
though one of toil and trouble, will in its quiet evening
bring rest.
We must go forth to our work and to our labour,"
cheerily remembering that it is only "until the even-
ing," when there remaineth a perfect rest for God's
children, and that after the toil and trouble of the day
he will surely give his beloved sleep."



A wise son maketh a glad father."-PROVERBS xv. 20.
OLD PETER GAMBRIL used to be considered one of
the crossest and most disagreeable men in the village
where he lived. He used to speak so sharply to his
children that they were quite afraid of him, and so he
lost their confidence altogether, and almost their love;
but he was blessed with a good, excellent A ife, who
managed to make the children see that their father was
really good at heart, only irritable-tempered, and by
her wise loving ways and management she made them
grow up nice sensible children; and when the eldest
boy, who had been taken into partnership with a
draper in the next town, married, and used to come
over on Sunday evenings to see his parents, he could
scarcely believe Peter, who had always been so cross
and surly, was the same man.
He would listen smilingly to all that was said of
how nicely he was getting on in his business, and
one evening, to his son's great astonishment and delight,
he said to him-
Your good conduct, Tom, has done more towards
the bettering me than anything else in the world. If
you had turned out a thriftless, bad lad, I should be
more contrary than ever; so now off home with you,
or you will have the night catching you," and he
would watch them, away-the young couple--and
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"Let us search and try our ways, and turn again unto the Lord."-LAMENTA.
TIONS iii. 40.
VERY patient and forbearing for many years has been
that poor woman whom you see in the picture kneel-
ing there in that little country church, trying to draw
her husband from thoughtless companions, and teach
him to walk in that "strait and narrow way" which
only leads to that bright, happy world we all hope
some day to go to.
At last her patience is rewarded, and, to her great
delight, on the last day of the old year she goes with
"him to church, and there in God's own house he prays
for strength to keep His laws better, and serve Him
It is a pretty sight to see old and young all wor-
shipping, humbly and earnestly, the God who is so
good to all, and even the. smallest little child can be
serious and reverent in church, and remember that
Jesus has said, "Where two or three are gathered
together, there will I be in the midst of them;" that
is an awful, as well as beautiful thought, which we
should all keep in our minds.
If we all remembered this, we should, I think, not
-feel inclined to whisper, or laugh, or play, as some
thoughtless little ones do sometimes, because if we do
wrong things when we are young we shall grow to
think there is no harm in them, and find, when perhaps
it is too late, that we have taken the "broad way
which leadeth to destruction."



"He that spareth his rod hateth his son'; but he that loveth him chasteneth him
betimes."-PRov. xiii. 24.
THE same story, night after night-Robert Moore is
late and keeps his poor old grandparents watching and
waiting for him. They waited an hour for tea and he
did not come, so granny cleared it all away and tried to
speak cheerfully and say, perhaps his master had sent
him off somewhere. And she gave grandfather his
work to amuse him, but she could not settle to anything
herself; she only kept going in and out, watching and
listening, and at every sound going to the window to
look down the street to see if the boy was not coming.
He has been a sad trouble to them always, and so
was his father before him. None of Mrs. Moore's
children or grandchildren have turned out well, and
people say it is her own fault.
Why? Because she spoilt them-let them do as
they liked-when they were little, rather than pain
herself by hearing them cry. Robert's father died
early, and his wife soon followed him, then the orphan
children were left to their grandparents, to be more
spoiled even than their father was before them.
The girl had married a soldier, and was a poor
thriftless thing, and Robert each day was running the
risk of being discharged from his employ. No wonder
the poor old woman looks so anxiously from that
window, and the poor old grandfather stops his work
to listen for his footstep. How much better if they
had chastened him betimes!




And God made the beast of the earth after his kind, and cattle after their
kind, and every thing that creepeth on the earth after his kind; and God saw that
it was good."-GENESIS i. 25.
POOR little children! how sorry they look! they have
come to the hutch to feed their pets, and see, one is
dead-a dear little white rabbit-the favourite of all.
I think poor Rover seems to understand all about it, and
looks up with sad, wistful eyes of sympathy for the
sorrow of his young master.
People laugh sometimes at childish sorrows, but
they are as keen and hard to bear as the graver troubles
of older people, and they have also less reason and
strength to bear them with. The loss of a little pet
animal they have loved, and cared for, and fed, is very
sad to them, and I would rather see them crying
bitterly for such a loss, than brutally ill-using a poor
Too often have I seen naughty cruel boys throwing
stones at a poor dog or cat, or patient donkey. It is
so wicked to injure or torture any living thing which
God has made and pronounced "good." He merci-
fully permits us to use His animals for our sustenance,
and for that purpose they must die, but never be teased
or ill-used or hurt for our amusement.
I hope some one will give those poor children
another rabbit-don't you ? The little girl looks quite as
sorry as her brother, and has thrown down there, on
the ground, all the leaves she had brought to feed it
with, and seems as though she could scarcely believe it
will never eat again.





"Honour thy father and mother, that thy days may be long upon the land which
the Lord thy God giveth thee."-ExoDus xx. 12.
I WONDER where all those happy little ones are going
to. To stay on some Christmas visit, I fancy. Dear
grandmamma and grandpapa, too, are going-the dear
old folks smiling at the eagerness of the little ones.
Mamma, coming with baby behind, looks rather serious;
it is such a charge to have the care of so many little
ones. See count them, there are eight Eight little
souls entrusted to her care, to train them for great
happiness or everlasting sorrow That is a very grave
thing to think of; besides all the trouble of clothing
such a lot of little folks, and educating them, and
feeding them. And fancy getting them all ready for
this journey i hearing the clatter of their little tongues,
all talking so loud, and all at once-bringing such
extraordinary 'things to be packed up, too-that it is no
wonder the poor mother looks a little weafy and
thoughtful. But loving parents do not mind any trouble
they take for their little ones, the love balances all the
care; but they, in their turn, should try to repay them
by love and care also-care, not to give needless trouble
or needless anxiety-care, to do them honour, by their
good conduct, and to show to the world how well they
have been nurtured "in the admonition of the Lord"
-love, which shall make them tend their parents
carefully and patiently when old age renders them
fretful and irritable; this is the way to keep God's
commandment, Honour thy father and mother."

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"For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy to them
that fear him."-PSALM ciii. II.
THIS is a poor dreary room, is it not ? And sad and
thin and weary looks the poor woman striving to
thread her needle, to stitch the boot lying in her :ap.
She is the wife of a cobbler; he cannot get work
enough to keep his family, poor man! and his spirits.
and health are wearing down. He has gone out now
to search for work-the little they have in the house
to do will not keep them for a week. She works on,
thinking what is to become of them all, the tears almost
blinding her. She dreads the baby waking because
she will cry for food, and that poor boy beside her
has just said with a sigh, Oh dear! how hungry I am!"
She is thinking so deeply, she does not hear the
door open; but the boy pulls her sleeve, and turning
hurriedly she sees a gentleman entering the room; he
has a paper in his hand, and says-
Is your name Wentworth ?"
"(' It is, sir."
"I have been sent by a friend to the poor, who
heard you were in trouble. I trust that will help you."
Poor woman, she had not words to thank him; he
has put in her hand more money than she and her
husband have earned together for more than a year.
She falls on her knees and blesses God, who had,
not forgotten her, but heard her prayer when she cried
unto Him in her distress. Help may seem long in
coming, but it will come if we have faith,




"" She is not dead, but sleepeth."-ST. MARK V. 39.
I THINK there is some sad news to tell, and that poor
girl kneeling there does not seem to know how to say
it; but the young man reads her errand in her face,
he seems to know that the invalid-perhaps their
mother-is beyond their care now, gone to better,
tenderer keeping.
He must try and be brave, and support her and his
father too; they must try to fill up the blank by draw-
ing closer together, and comfort themselves by remem-
bering that there is no death for those who believe;
it is only a sweet sleep, to have a bright awakening.
In that excellent little book, from which I have
quoted before, are these lines, which say, in prettier
words than mine, the truth I would wish to remind you
of-that death, through our gentle Saviour's love, has
lost its terror. For-
We believe a day shall come,
When all the dead will rise;
When they who sleep down in the grave
Will ope again their eyes.
"For Christ our Lord was buried once-
He died, and rose again-
He conquered death, He left the grave-
And so shall Christian men.
So when the friends we loved the best
Lie in their churchyard bed,
We must not crytoo bitterly
Over the happy dead.
"Because, for our dear Saviour's sake,
Our sins are all forgiven,
And Christians only fall asleep,
To wake again in heaven."



"*And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the
lesser light to rule the night: he made the stais also."-GENESIS i. 16.
ON Sunday evening, Esther Mayburne always walks as
far as the stile there in the meadows with her young
brother who is at school in the town.
He comes home to pass every Sunday, and is
obliged to be back by eight o'clock. Esther always
makes him keep his time, and teaches him to take a
pride in being punctual. And she watches him quite
out of sight, and then stands there enjoying the cool
breeze and watching the sun go down, listening to the
merry chirp of the cricket and the twittering of the
birds who are late home and cannot settle themselves
comfortably in their nests. And when the first evening
star shoots out in the sky, she turns away to go home.
She will not be late, because her mother will be uneasy,
or she would like to stay and look on what a great poet
calls the floor of heaven, thick inlaid with patines of
bright gold."
There is no more glorious sight in the world than a
clear starry sky; the countless thousands glittering and
shining there, and we knowing nothing of them but
their beauty.
How humble it should make us feel-ready, indeed,
to exclaim with good King David-
What is man that thou art mindful of him, or the
son of man that thou so regardest him!" I will
think also of all thy works, and my talking shall be of
thy doings !"



"The ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which in the sight of God is of
great price."-I ST. PETER iii. 4.
SHE seems-that girl-as if she were in some trouble
with her money. Like many young ladies, she is very
fond of dress, and spends all the money her mother
gives her in bonnets and dresses, and flowers and laces.
She is sorely tempted now to buy a new cloak, and is
looking at the small sum of money she has left, which
she had meant to buy something for poor old Susan
with at Christmas. Susan was her nurse, and lives in
one room in an old tumble-down house in a dirty street,
and would be so thankful for the money which Ada
fritters away on ribbons for her neck, and all kinds of
trumpery. She is always very sorry after the money
is gone, and she sees poor old Susan. wanting not only
comforts, but the necessaries of life; for she is a good-
hearted girl and fond of Susan, and often makes. a
resolution on Sunday when she goes to see the poor old
soul-without any dinner, only bread and 'butter, and
miserable tea, without milk-that she will really not
spend any more on herself for what she really does not
want, but buy some tea and sugar and meat for poor
Susan. Then Monday comes, and all her resolutions
vanish, and the pretty things in the shops again tempt
the money out of her pockets.
Girls should be neatly, nay, even prettily dressed;
but they should remember that a little self-denial will
enable them to purchase what is better than all finery-
the blessing of the poor.



"I Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred there.
with."-PROVERBS XV. 17.
LAURA STAUNTON is the orily daughter of a rich banker
who has bought one of the prettiest places in the
country, and has the nicest horses to ride, and carriages
to drive in, and, in short, all that can be desired, people
might say. What a very happy girl she must be; she
can have nothing to wish for! But, poor girl! she
would gladly change places with that young man now
passing their garden with his knapsack on his shoulder,
obliged to walk wherever he goes; for though he is one
of a large family, and all crammed in a small house
with very scanty food, they are all as happy as they can
be; they all love each other dearly, and try who can be
the most careful of their clothes or mend them best;
and he (George) has actually learnt to mend shoes, and
sits on the ground, to the children's great delight,
mending their shoes, before he goes out in the morning
and when he comes home in the evening. But poor
Laura hears nothing from morning till night in her
splendid home but cross words and angry, complaining
voices, and alone she rambles through the grand rooms
or in the beautiful gardens, envying the poor labourers
in the fields carrying their sunburnt laughing -children
on their shoulders to their poor but happy homes, where
words of love will greet them and tender kisses-such
as she would give all her wealth to have.
True, indeed, is it, that love brightens our homes
better than luxury.



And the city had no aeed of the sun, neither of the moon, to shine in it, for
the glory of the Lord did lighten it."--REVELATIONS xxi. 23.
WHAT a pretty picture Jenny makes sitting there! I
don't know what the old farm would do without her,
she is so useful.
Up early-" before the bright sun rises over the
hill"-to milk the pretty patient cows, who all know
her, and come at her call. She has names for them
all-" Dewdrop," Fancy," "Jetty," and Daisy."
And then carrying the sweet rich milk into the dairy,
skimming the pans, and straining and setting the new
milk. Then away to the poultry yard to see to
her fowls and ducks, feed them, and collect the eggs,
storing them away in the drawers full of sawdust
Sometimes, in the spring, there will be a little lamb to
feed who has lost its mother, or a sickly chicken that
wants nursing. Jenny sees to it all, so you may be
sure she cannot often sit as now, resting on that bank.
No, that is only just a treat; she has carried some new
milk in her pail across the meadows to a cottage, and is
taking a little rest, for it is very warm and it is a good
step home.
She seems thinking very gravely; I dare say she
could not tell you in words what her thoughts are. She
looks grave, but not sad; so, maybe, they mhay be
expressed in grander words than hers or mine-" And
there shall be no night there, for the Lord God giveth
them light." And perhaps she is hoping that in that
bright city she shall have a place when her work is done.

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"Either make the tree good and his fruit good, or else make the tree corrupt
and his fruit corrupt; for the tree is known by his fruit."-MATTHEW xii. 33.
WHAT a pretty sound disturbs the stillness of the
woods sometimes-the Woodman's axe-as it falls with
measured strokes upon the trunk of some fine old tree
which has done its duty in the wood-stood for so many
years, sheltering amidst its branches birds and squirrels
-shading beneath its boughs tired labourers and merry
children-and now it is gone to help to make a home
on the wide waters for those whose business is on the
great waters. First a tiny acorn, then a giant oak, and
then planks for the deck of some mighty ship which is
to bear over the waves travellers to other lands,
merchants, soldiers, emigrants-perhaps to come back
in safety, riding proudly over the great waters, or to be
dashed by them in their fury to a thousand pieces. If
the poor tree had its wish, I think it would be to live its
life out in the grand old woods, and lie down and die
amongst the violets.
I dare say, if you are country children looking at
these pictures, you can remember many a very happy
pic-nic party and pleasant ramble in a beautiful wood
like this; and, if you are town children, it must make
you long to be under these trees in the sweet pure
country air.
Ah, well Some day, if we are good, we shall see
brighter scenes and lovelier sights than have ever
greeted our eyes on earth, in the Golden City-the
New Jerusalem.



Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy."-EXODUS xx. 8.
SUNDAY, to little children, seems sometimes long and
dreary, because, of course, they cannot quite see, having
no work to do, how blessed and merciful is the order
"to rest." Nor can they fully enjoy those Services
which they do not half understand, and which must seem
to them tedious and meaningless. As they grow older,
these hours passed in God's House will seem brighter
and happier to them; but, in the meanwhile, we must
try to make them love the day which God has hallowed,
and keep it in a way which they can understand.
This kind governess, whom you see in the picture,
is anxious to make her little pupils love Sunday, and
she tries to make it the brightest day of all the seven.
She takes them to one Service; and then, in the after-
noon, they all go with her to the Infant School, which
is a great amusement to them. She has a class herself,
and these three stand by her, and answer the questions
when the little village children cannot. Then they
come home, and she teaches them to sing hymns, so
that they may be able to lead the little ones in school-
they are delighted to do this. Then they have tea
and are dressed to go down to dessert with papa and
mamma-a treat reserved only for Sundays; and they
go into the drawing-room afterwards, when papa tells
them a story and mamma sings to them; and then,
children and all, sing an evening hymn, and go to bed,
after a quiet, happy day, in which all have tried to
"keep Christ's holy day in the happiest, fittest way."

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"0 cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall nourish thee; and shall not
suffer the righteous to fall for ever."-PSALM Iv. 22.
"Good Grandmamma, in the summer time,
Sits in the garden, beneath the lime. '
Do you know that pretty tale of Reinhold," which
begins like that ? As I look at the picture of this dear
old lady with her hands folded on her book, the pretty
poem comes back to my mind; and I think I shall see
"kneeling beside her, children.fair," and hear them say,
Dear good Granny-before we say
'Good night'-do tell us a story, pray;
You shan't have a moment's peace or rest,
Till you've told us one of your very best."
"And Granny replies, with a sweet, kind smile,
Well, well be patient a little while,
And I'll tell you a story, strange and true--
Sad and merry-absurd and true."'
And so she does tell them a sweet, merry, good
tale-such a one as I think this nice, gentle old lady in
my picture could tell, after a long life of many sorrows,
in which she has found herself Divinely supported.
Her ear has been ever open to the cry of the poor-
her hand ever ready to assist them; and she has earned
the reward promised to the righteous, that they shall
not fall for ever." Across the sea she is gazing now,
and she thinks of all the dear ones who have crossed
"the narrow stream of death," to the land where she
hopes to rejoin them. Without complaining she awaits
her summons home;" her prayer is-" Grant, 0 Lord,
that I may look on all things as passing away; on
myself, also, as soon to pass away with them."




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How happy is this young mother with her first new-
born baby! How she watches its tiny features, and
tries to trace in them a likeness to a still dearer face!
The young aunt, kneeling beside it, is so proud
of her nephew-she feels he must be a little her
property too. What a bright home it will be when
he can run and talk! What music will be like his
voice to his mother ?
Ah what would the world be to us
If the children were no more ?
We should dread the desert behind us
More than the dark before.
Come to me, O ye children,
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.
For what are all our contending,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks ?
Ye are better than all the ballads
That were ever sung or said,
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead."
The mother has been reading the book in which
these lines are; reading them to her sister till baby
woke. And she says, as she lays the book aside, and
takes her little treasured darling in her arms :-
Ah, Alice I always liked those lines, but never
did I feel how true they were till now. What would
the whole world be to me if this dear child were no
more ?"

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Let no man despise thy youth, but be thou an example of the believers."-
I TIM. iv. 12.
THERE, again, is a mother with her little baby; but lie
is not "monarch of all he surveys." No, no, master
baby, there is Miss Edith on the floor, and Bertie, the
big brother, both expecting a share of mother's love
and mother's kisses. Truth to tell, Edith is just at this
moment rather angry with baby, envying him that
happy place on mother's knee, and is quite regardless
of her own waxen baby, who may melt before that large
fire for what she cares. But Bertie, you see, is good-
naturedly playing with him, offering him a ball, which
baby seems half afraid to take.
He has thrown his rattle down on the floor, though,
at sight of a new toy. I think papa will come soon,
for I can see his slippers ready for him under the chair.
Then he will have a little romp with them all, and
baby and Edith will go to bed, and Bertie will stay
and have tea with papa and mamma, and tell what he
has been doing at school. He goes for an hour or
two every day to a school near. He is to go, as soon
as papa can afford it, to a regular boys' school. In
the meanwhile he is learning to be a good, obedient
boy; to be honourable and courageous-not afraid to
do right, as at school too many boys are. Afraid of
being laughed at! That is very silly. Never be
laughed out of anything good, or be ashamed to do
right. What is the silly laughter and idle jest of a few
boys compared to your own happy, satisfied conscience?




"* He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he that ruleth his
spirit than he that taketh a city."-PROVERBS xvi. 32.
THAT little boy has been playing very happily with
horse and sword and ball, but they are thrown aside
now to look at a picture.
Poor little Cyril! he has no mother. He has
been left to the care of his aunt. She has been like
"a mother to him, and he loves her very dearly. He is
"a good-hearted, affectionate child, but very passionate,
and requires very skilful management. Aunt Helen
is just the very person for him, she is so firm and so
gentle. She has told him many stories of his mother,
whom he can just remember; and she finds that in
his naughty tempers she can always manage him by
showing him her picture, and telling him how she would
grieve, if from her bright home above she could see
her dear little boy so naughty. Auntie has taught
him a way which she thinks will help him to cure his
temper. First, she has told him to add to his morning
prayers these words, which are in a very pretty book
-" Daily Devotion "-which she will give him when
he is old enough :-
"Help me to-day to act just as if I saw Thee,
O God, walking near me and looking upon me."
Then when he feels the fit of temper coming, he is
to count twenty before he speaks. And she tells him
that if he will courageously do this-having thus asked
God's help first-he will conquer the passionate spirit
which is such a trouble to him.

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"O praise the Lord, laud ye the name of the Lord; praise it, 0 ye servants of
the Lord."-PSALM CXXXV. I.
ADELINE MAITLAND is one of the choir of the village
church, and every Sunday she and two or three neigh-
bours come in to practise, which is a great amusement
to her mother, whose eyes she says begin to fail her,
and it wearies her to read by candle-light, but with her
large glasses she can follow the words of the hymns,
and enjoy the sound of the three voices which har-
monise so well together.
Little Rosie very much wishes to join, and so she
is trying, you see, this evening, and her young, fresh
voice, with its sweet high treble, sounds very well.
There is to be a Harvest Thanksgiving in the parish,
for the corn has been so magnificent, and the crop of
hay wonderful, and all has been "safely gathered in
ere the winter storms begin;" so the good clergyman
has gone round to the principal farmers and persuaded
them to give money towards a feast for the labourers
who have worked so hard for their advantage-first
offering to God, in His church, their thanks for His
mercy, and showing forth their gratitude to Him by
giving to His poor. He has had some trouble to make
them see this, but at length he has succeeded; and
all in the village are busy making decorations for the
church, and for the barn where the dinner is to be held.
They are to open the service with a Harvest hymn, and
Adeline has promised Rosie she shall sing too. I am
sure all you little people would like to be there too.

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"He that seeth in secret will reward thee openly."-ST. MATTHEW vi 4.
You see this pretty little maiden: she is dressed in the
style of many years ago, in the times when there was
much confusion and quarrelling in the land, and dis-
putes about the Holy Faith, which should teach us
love and gentleness, but too often is the cause of anger
and strife.
The party to which Hope's family belonged were
called Puritans, and though many of them were ob-
stinate men, doing more harm than good to the cause
they loved, little Hope's father was kind and good,
and the pretty maiden had been brought up to be
loving, gentle, and charitable. Day after day might
she be seen wending her way alone through the wood
to some poor sick and suffering creature, and her gentle,
sweet voice might be heard softly reading beside the
bed of the dying.
She was very modest and quiet; told no one where
she went or what she did : secretly she did her good
works; and only those she comforted and One above
knew how her patient life was passed. "Verily she
will have her reward." And in that day when God
will make up His jewels," brightest among them may
shine those who have been so patient in well-doing,
who have, unnoticed and unknown, carried out so
well the order of our blessed Saviour to "love one
another," and to do unto others as we would have
them do unto us." Little ones, try if you cannot
carry out this "golden rule."




"Fight the good fight of faith."-I TIMOTHY vi. I2.
LOOK at this handsome soldier; he is going to fight for
his Queen and country. But he is very sad, because
he is leaving his home and his poor widowed mother,
and he fears he may never see her dear face again.
He looks as if he was praying to God to spare him on
the dreadful field of battle. He is very fond of his
beautiful Flemish horse, and Rosamond," as he has
named her, seems to know her master is in trouble, for
she bears him gently under the bright green leaves,
and tries to look round at him and tell him not to
We are all like this poor soldier. Life is but a
large battle-field, and we are fighting against our great
enemy, Satan. We must pray to our good Father to
help us, for without His help we can do nothing.
He will help us, teach us, crown us,
More than conquerors at the last."
Even little children can be soldiers-Christ's little
soldiers: every little one can take his place in the
ranks, and go bravely forth to meet the foe. With
the breast-plate of Righteousness, the shield of Failk,
and firmly grasping the banner of Hope, we need
not fear, though the strife is long and the battle fierce.
How joyful it will be when we have gained the
victory, and the fight is over, and the rest comes, and
we hear those blessed words, "Well done, thou good
and faithful servant!"






"Let all bitterness, wrath, clamour, and evil-speaking, be put away from you,
with all malice."-EPHESIANS iv. 31.
THIS is a sad picture-is it not ?-because it shows
us that evil which is too common amongst us-angry
temper. More homes than we know of are made
wretched by this one cause-the hasty words which
bring so many more after them, and the naughty pride
which will not own itself wrong. See how anger has
clouded that young man's face, and disfigured the
pretty one of the young wife. She is trying to feed
the dog; to do anything rather than say, I am sorry;
forgive me."
Little children should all try when they are little to
curb their naughty tempers; to learn in their own
homes to put away "bitterness," "wrath," and "evil-
speaking," or they will in the future have homes in
which the spirits of Love and Peace will never stay,
and on which God's blessing will never rest. Try,
dear little ones, amongst yourselves, with your brothers
and sisters, and playmates, to speak gently, and politely
too. Have no rough contradictions, which excite anger,
no foolish arguments, no unkind rude remarks, and so
when you have homes, and perhaps little ones of
your own, they may be bright examples of a Christian
household, wherein is "no bitterness, nor wrath, nor
clamour, nor evil-speaking," only the "soft answer
which turneth away wrath," the meek and gentle spirit
which in the sight of God is of great price.

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"Let us labour therefore to enter into that rest."-HEBREWS iv. II.
How pretty it is to see the country labourers and the
willing horses taking their way home to rest at the end
of a long summer's day, through which they have
toiled so patiently!
See the empty wagon in the picture going slowly
towards home, the setting sun throwing long shadows
on the ground. Some traveller is getting a lift over
the dusty road, and sits there talking to John Dobbs,
the wagoner, who is proud to tell him of the farm
where he works, and how well the crops look, and
the names of his horses-Dick Turpin and Black
Prince. And slowly the wagon goes on beneath the
tall trees, past hedgerows gay with the wild Roses and
Traveller's joy, and turns in at a large open gate into
the yard, where the horses stop of their own accord,
and the traveller jumps down, thanking John for his
And soon Dick Turpin and Black Prince are in
their stables enjoying their suppers, and John has
gone home to his, and darkness falls on all, and horses
and labourers take the rest they need.
We, too, are all going home: like a long day is
our life. You little bright ones are in the morning
of yours; then comes the middle-day of youth, then
the evening of old age, and the last long sleep.
Let us all pray for a bright waking in the better



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