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THE Two ROSES.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
"LUCY MILLER'S GOOD WORK;" "THE TRAVELLING
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY:
56, PATERNOSTER ROW; 65, ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD; AND
I. RED ROSE AND WHITE ROSE 5
II. THE WEIGHT OF A SECRET 8
III. "I DID IT." 28
IV. GETTING BETTER 39
v. PLANTED IN NEW S L 49
vi, AT LAST / 58
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THE TWO ROSES.
WO roses-but not garden
i' roses, not hedge roses! Two
little cousins, by name Rose
.' Clare and Rose Dunn, about
;' whom I am going to tell you.
First of all I will explain
That Rose Clare had light
-1 hair, blue eyes, and a pale
fair face, so her friends
named her White Rose.
Her little cousin had dark curls, dark eyes,
arild a fine colour in her round cheeks, and so
she was called Red Rose. Their ages were
nearly the same; they lived next door to
each other, and had lessons together every
6 The Two Roses.
No doubt you have all read in English
History of the Wars of the Roses; sometimes
these two little girls forgot their usual love
for each other, and disputed so sadly that
their brothers and sisters would say, "The
Wars of the Roses have begun again."
I should not like you to imagine though
that either Rose Clare or Rose Dunn were
particularly naughty children; on the contrary,
they were obedient, industrious, kind-hearted;
but-ah these buts come creeping in-neither
was fond of giving up.
I need scarcely tell you that the secret of
peace and happiness in any nursery, or school-
room, or home, is this habit, whether we call
it unselfishness, or kindness, or forbearance.
Indeed, the grown-up folks who meet and
mix in the big busy world, would get on very
ill unless they had some power of bearing and
forbearing, of being patient with other people's
faults and tiresome ways,-it is not only a
habit which is necessary to the young.
I should find it difficult to decide if the
chief fault lay with White Rose or Red Rose,
-except that the former being one year the
elder had that one year's extra knowledge of
what is right; but the old proverb says there
Red Rose and White Rose. 7
are always faults on both sides" in cases of
disputing, and I suppose neither the one nor
the other could have been blameless.
It used to begin out of such trifles too!
One little girl thought the day warm, and
wanted the window open, perhaps; the other
was chilly, and must have it shut; and then
followed, "Oh, how disagreeable you are !"
"No, I'm not,-it's you who are always so
selfish;" and then words were heaped upon
words, until both White Rose and Red Rose
were so angry that they hardly knew what
they did say, and certainly could not have
explained to any listener exactly what they
were quarrelling about.
Of course lessons were a very fruitful subject
of dispute-Rose Clare being sure that they
had only one French verb to write, and Rose
Dunn being certain they were to do two; or
one little girl declared they had left off their
reading of English history at page 276, and
the other was as positive that they were only
at the beginning of page 189.
They were learning music, and could play
several easy duets very nicely when they
could agree about the proper time, or exactly
how Miss Maddox had shown them it was to
8 The Two Roses.
go; but this was very seldom, and their
practising-unless, indeed, the governess was
there-generally ended in tears and cross
Like most other children who quarrel, "the
Roses had a great many makings up, as they
called it; and it was at such times they said
they never meant to quarrel any more, and
sealed this promise with kisses and kind looks
as well as words,-yet how soon their ill-
humour broke out afresh, how soon resolves
S and promises were alike forgotten!
I almost think you have guessed the root
of all these evils before I even try to show it
you; I can almost fancy I hear one of you
say, "I am sure that White Rose and Red
Rose did not ask God to help them to be
If you guess this, you are not far wrong,
little reader, for both Rose Clare and Rose
Dunn were among the number of foolish
unhappy children whose prayers are only
words uttered with the lips when the thoughts
are straying far, far away; children who would
not kneel down at night or morning except
as a habit they had been taught, and would
not be allowed to omit.
Red Rose and White Rose. 9
On Sunday they were taken to worship in
God's house, but oh, how they wished that
fathers and mothers were not so particular in
wanting them to go, how often they secretly
regretted it was Sunday!
Do you know a verse which must be old
now, I think-it is so many, many years since I
learnt it-but which exactly describes the
feelings with which "the Roses" listened to
"And when the good minister tried
To make little children attend;
How often I've looked at the clock,
And wished that the sermon would end."
Did I make a mistake? yes, indeed, when
I said listened to the sermon. They did not
listen to a word; only looked round at the
ladies' bonnets and the little girls' hats, and
smiled at each other over the pew, or yawned,
or pouted, or thought of their dolls at home,
and wished there was no such thing as a
sermon, or prayer, or singing.
If it is not always very easy to be truly
good, even when we have God's help, it
becomes impossible to those who try very
little, and that little is all by themselves; you
will easily understand now why the good
Io The Two Roses.
resolves of these two cousins never came to
any result,-why the quarrelling and making
up went on week after week without any
improvement,-why the words of reproof they
each received from their parents' lips did not
cause any more peace to exist between them.
Yet White Rose and Red Rose loved each
other. A strange kind of love, do you say?
Well, yes; but it is seen in other cousins, in
young friends, in brothers and sisters even.
If they were to be separated, how very, very
sad they would be; yet together how very,
very unhappy they are able to make each
Once or twice, when the little girls had been
more than usually naughty and violent, Mrs.
Clare and Mrs. Dunn prevented their meeting
for one entire week; and to both the Roses
that week was as long as a month, and at its
close they flew into each other's arms with
There was perhaps peace between them for
a little longer than usual, but not for very
long. "I did." "No, you didn't," were heard
again in the old tones of anger. "I won't
speak to you." "You shan't play with me,"
and other passionate exclamations came as
Red Rose and White Rose. II
easily from their lips; and the parents saw
with grief that the separation which had been
chosen as a punishment, with the hope of
doing good to these naughty children, pro-
duced no lasting effect.
The worst of it all was that they knew so
well what was right! They had not the
excuse of those poor little ones who have the
evil example of bad friends always about
them, who have no one to teach them to be
good, no one to encourage and help them
when they try. At eight and nine years of
age, girls and boys are what we term reason-
"able" beings; they can understand what is
sinful, they can feel the promptings of good
and evil within, they know what conscience
whispers, and if they refuse to listen to its
warnings they do not do so ignorantly.
But to know and to do are two very different
matters. A girl may know she ought to
jump out of bed in the morning when she
is called, but she lingers and lingers because
she does not feel inclined to do it. A boy
may know perfectly well that his duty is to
learn his lessons, and that he will be pun-
ished if he does not, all the same when
morning comes it will be found he has not
12 The Two Roses.
done it. So White Rose could have explained,
had she wished, to another child how very
wrong it is to be angry, and jealous, and selfish;
Red Rose too could have repeated hymns and
verses about the Saviour's command to "love
one another,"-yet both of them were very,
very far from putting all their knowledge
What was to be done ? It was a question
which both mothers often asked, and some-
times they hoped that as they grew older their
dear little girls would see for themselves how
wrong and how foolish they were; yet certainly
as the weeks and months passed on there was
no appearance of any change for the better,
indeed, sometimes it seemed as if they became
more quarrelsome than when they were quite
God is very patient with us all, more patient
than the best and kindest of earthly parents.
He gives us so much help, so much time to
repent and amend; and then He accepts
every good desire, every right effort; but at
last, if He sees it necessary, He is quite sure
to rouse us to the knowledge of the evil in
our hearts by some grief or trial, because His
love is so great that He would rather see us
Red Rose and White Rose. 13
suffer for a time than leave us to ourselves.
To be left to our own course by God is the
most terrible thing which can possibly happen
to any one,-try always to remember that,
little readers, should you ever be tempted to
rebel against what He does.
Now their Father in heaven had seen all
the angry passions of these two children whom
we have named "the Roses ;" not one cross
word had escaped His ear, because, as you
well know, He is listening to every word we
say, He sees into the secrets of our inmost
hearts. Rose Clare had never frowned or
stamped her foot in anger without God knowing
all about it; Rose Dunn had certainly never
burst into a flood of angry crying, but God
had watched her with all the sorrow of a
Father who cannot bear to see a dear child
I have told you that both the mothers of
these little girls had often asked each other,
"What is to be done ?" and although we can-
not exactly understand or describe the feelings
of Almighty God, we may imagine that He
thought something of the same kind, and,
resolving to make them better children, per-
mitted fear and sorrow to come upon them.
14 The Two Roses.
One day-and it was after they had been
more than usually kind to each other-these
cousins were standing at the top of the stone
steps leading to the garden, each holding a
favourite doll. "Let us go and pick goose-
.berries," said one. "No, I don't want to,"
was the reply; "I had rather go in and play
at some game." Then began one of their
usual disputes, just out of this slight difference,
and it grew so warm that the sound of their
voices reached Mrs. Clare, for it was in Rose
Clare's home they generally spent their time
"Children! children !" she cried, "what is
the matter ? Can you never agree for an hour
at a time ? If you are resolved to be so un-
kind and cross, you must not be allowed to
meet at all."
"It isn't my fault," said her little daughter.
"It is Rose who is always disagreeable."
"It is not true, not true," and the tones of
the other little voice were shrill and passionate;
and then, without an instant's reflection, she
gave her cousin a violent push which-as she
was standing close to the flight of steps-sent
her backwards, so that she fell heavily on the
gravel walk below.
Red Rose and White Rose. 15
There was a terrible silence-something far
more terrible, I can assure you, than the worst
screams and cries which ever rose on the air.
There lay poor White Rose motionless on the
hard ground; there stood Red Rose, with
frightened eyes and pale cheeks, wondering
if she had killed her cousin !
"Auntie auntie! she managed to say at
last, but her voice was not in the least like
her own, and she could hardly get the words
out, "Auntie, come !"
What a sight for a mother's eyes that was
-her-little daughter lying as still and sense-
less as if her fall had killed her! Quickly as
possible she was carried into the house, and
laid on a sofa, while a servant was despatched
in haste for the nearest doctor; but no one
seemed even to have a thought for Rose Dunn,
no one so much as understood yet what she
had to do with the accident. Only one ques-
tion the frightened child dared to make: "Is
White Rose dead, Aunt Clare?" and when
she heard, "Not dead, but very, very much
hurt, I am afraid," she crept silently away
feeling more miserable than she had been be-
fore during the whole of her past young life.
"Did any one see me ?" she kept saying to
K~w"'--""-" --- ;
16 The Two Roses.
herself. "Will they know I pushed her ? Oh
dear, I think I shall run away and hide myself.
I can't stay here, and I am afraid to go in to
our house, and tell my mother what has hap-
She walked to the hall door as she was
thinking this-some one in the confusion had
left it open. Next moment, little Rose Dunn
had taken up her hat, and still clasping her
doll tightly in her arms, she ran fleetly down
the garden before the house; and instead of
entering the adjoining gate, which was the
gate of her own home, she turned the.other
way, not knowing exactly where she was
going-only that she wanted no one to see
her, no one to ask any questions just then !
Two minutes later, her own mother came
in to Mrs. Clare's house, having heard news of
the accident; and you may imagine her alarm
when presently it appeared that little Red
Rose could not be found anywhere indoors or
It had been a hot parching summer's day;
but now a breeze was springing up, and all
the flagging flowers in the beds of the cottage
gardens were lifting their heads anew; the
sky was all rose-red tints, and even the pond,
Red Rose and White Rose. 17
which Rose Dunn passed at the beginning of
the village, was red from the sunny reflection
above it. But she had no thought of the
loveliness of the world as she kept running,
running on ; poor little girl, she did not quite
understand that go where we may we can
never escape God's eye, never free ourselves
from the reproachful voice of an accusing
I have no story of a lost child to relate to
you, my readers; for in a small country town
such as that wherein the Dunns and Clares
lived, every one is too well known to make
escape very possible. I do not know how far
Red Rose's feet and folly might have carried
her, to be sure; but I am glad for her own
sake to say that before she had left the last
of the cottages behind, before she had passed
by many yards the pond on the green, she
heard a familiar voice calling her name, and
looking up saw her own father.
G4 g weghlt Zf a "Secret.
Y dear child, what are you
doing here?" was naturally
Mr. Dunn's first exclamation.
"Alone, and running so fast,
<(.1:,^ and only your garden hat on !
Does mamma know you are here ?"
", "N-o," said the little girl, hang-
ing down her head over the heavy
wax doll, which had begun to make her arm
ache by this time.
"Then why are you out so far from home ?
Where are you going, what's happened ?" and
Mr. Dunn looked more puzzled than before.
I-was-so-frightened," sobbed Rose, for
she could not keep back her tears any longer.
The words came slowly, and with a pause
between, which added to her father's difficulty
in understanding them. "If White Rose fell
down, and you were frightened," he said, I
The Weigt of a Secret. 19
can't see why you should be here; you could
have run in to your mother."
The child only cried more; and as it seemed
impossible to get any explanation of such
strange behaviour, Mr. Dunn asked no further
questions, but taking her hand began to walk
homewards. Before, however, they had gone
far, they met the doctor's carriage, which was
quickly stopped at sight of them, and Mr.
Grant put his head out of the window to
speak. "The child is a good deal injured,"
he said; but she will get round with careful
nursing. It was a bad fall."
"I know nothing about it," replied Mr.
Dunn, except that my little one here was so
frightened that I met her running past the
cottages on the green."
"Ah, yes," said Mr. Grant, whose busy
mind was full of something else, and who
never even glanced at poor Red Rose standing
downcast and tear-stained. "You will hear
all about it at the house. Good-bye," and
away he went.
We may imagine that was anything but a
pleasant walk to this unhappy little girl, who
had such real cause for sorrow. First of all,
she felt so keenly every unkindness she had
MIN.1 B Ms
20 The Two Roses.
been guilty of, every angry word spoken to
her cousin-in the terrible minute when she
thought White Rose was dead-it seemed as
if she could never be happy again, never
Still, I am not able to tell you that there
was also within her heart a resolve to own
how much she had been in fault, to ac-
knowledge that it was her hand which had
caused the fall which might have ended so
very seriously. "I did not mean to hurt her,"
was her own self-justification. How could I
know that a little tiny push would make her
fall down that long flight of steps, and hurt
herself so badly? Why, I did not even see
how near she was standing to the edge !"
She succeeded so far in comforting herself
that she ceased crying. Still, she presented a
very miserable appearance when her father led
her into the room where White Rose lay in
bed, with her mother and aunt sitting near.
Has she told them ? will she tell ?" said
the little culprit's uneasy conscience; ah!
there was no fear of any disclosures coming
from such pale lips, for the injured child lay
speechless, and still only partly conscious of
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"Rosie! where have you been ?" said Mrs.
Dunn, coming towards her. "The servants
have looked all about the two gardens in vain,
and one of them is seeking you still."
"I found her not far from the pond on
"the green," interposed Mr. Dunn. She was
crying with fear, poor little girl. I suppose
she ran away because her cousin's fall terrified
The kind tone in which he said, Poor little
girl," set Red Rose crying afresh; and when
both her mother and aunt began comforting her
by saying that her little companion would be
well and strong by-and-by, she became still
more distressed, so that all thought, How
much these two children really love one
As nothing could be done for Rose Clare
except that which quiet and nursing would
bring about, the best thing was to leave her
with her mother; so Mr. and Mrs. Dunn went
away with their own unhappy little daughter,
whose grief they thought was only occasioned
by seeing an accident which was indeed
enough to alarm any older person at the
Under this impression they did all they
22 The Two Roses,
could think of to divert the child's mind from
the subject; they petted and made much of
her, and could not understand why it was she
continued so very sorrowful.
"Is White Rose sure to get well ?" was the
last question she put when it was really bed-
time; and her mother kissed her fondly, and
told her exactly what Mr. Grant the doctor
thought, and that in two or three weeks she
might hope to be with her playmate as usual.
"And now we shall have no more 'Wars of
the Roses' surely," suggested Mr. Dunn.
You see how much you do love your cousin,
notwithstanding all the squabbling, and I fancy
you will never disagree again after this."
Red Rose was making this good resolution
in her own heart as she lay in bed, for she
was not sleepy; but not much peace came
from it. Do you understand why? It was
because there was something to do besides
resolve for the future; there ought first to
have been such a complete sorrow for all the
past that she could not rest until she had told
the extent of her fault, and that once done
she would have felt as if a great burden was
Silly little girl! There she lay open-eyed
The Weight of a Secret. 23
and sleepless,-one moment resolving to call
her mother and tell the whole story, another
moment saying, I cannot! I cannot!"
When Mrs. Dunn came to bid her the last
good-night she usually found Red Rose in a
deep calm sleep, but to-night when she drew
close to the little white bed a pair of dark
eyes met her own with an anxious glance in
them she had never seen before. "My darling,
you must not fret like this," she said, fondly.
"We shall have you poorly next, and that
will make everything worse."
Mother, I am so unhappy!" said the
faltering voice; and then I think the truth
was very nearly coming out, but again the
evil temptation within checked the better
"feeling, and she stopped short and hid her
face in the pillow.
Any little girl who knows the misery of a
"secret from mother," will be able to under-
stand how every kiss and caress and fond
word with which Mrs. Dunn tried to comfort
her only added to the weight at Red Rose's
heart. When she was left at last with an
injunction to "go to sleep soon," she would
gladly, gladly, have obeyed; but it was
impossible. Just as if it had been a picture
24 The Two Roses. \
on the wall of her pretty little bedroom, she
could fancy she saw the whole scene of the
afternoon-herself and her cousin standing on
the garden-steps with their dolls, the beginning
of the dispute, her own hand outstretched to
give that unfortunate push, and then White
Rose lying in a motionless heap on the hard
It was nearly morning when she fell asleep
at last; and then she dreamed it all over
again, only it was worse, for she fancied that
her cousin was not only hurt, but dead-quite
dead! She woke with a scream, which
brought her sister Elinor to her side, a girl
of fourteen, who slept in a room opening from
"I dreamt that White Rose was dead!"
said the child. "Oh, Nelly, Nelly, I can't be
by myself till it is time to get up."
Elinor was full of pity, and carried Red
Rose to share her own bed, and coaxed her
to sleep again; but when the little girl
appeared at the breakfast-table it was with a
very white wan face, I can assure you.
Lessons had always been given to the two
cousins at Mrs. Clare's house; but now, of
course, they were impossible, and a holiday
The Weight of a Secret. 25
was proclaimed; but, dearly as Rose Dunn
loved even the word "holiday," it gave her no
pleasure this time,-she did not even give her
mother the shadow of a smile when she heard
Perhaps she was feeling that the long day
would be very unhappy; that dolls, books,
work, even her own bit of garden ground,
wherein she grew fruit and flowers, would
afford no pleasure as long as she had her
miserable secret to bear alone.
As she roamed from room to room she
could not put it from her mind; as she
wandered listlessly round the pretty garden
it was to her excited fancy much as if the
wind, as it fluttered the leaves, was saying,
"Who pushed White Rose ?" or the birds, as
they sang in the tree-tops, said, We saw it!
we saw it!"
It was fancy, as I have said, for neither
wind nor birds can tell us what has happened;
but there was no fancy at all about the voice
of conscience, for that is far too clear and
strong for there to be any mistake about it.
If, however, conscience does not speak to us
when we have done wrong, we need to be
alarmed indeed; for that seems to tell it is
26 The Two Roses.
becoming lifeless-that we have killed it,
starved it till it can utter no complaint, no
You know that there is no feeling in any-
thing from which life has gone, that you could
not make a dead body or a dead bird sensible
of your touch; so, if conscience dies by reason
of our neglect, it does not continue able to
warn, to reproach, to excite to better things.
Little Rose Dunnwas playing with conscience
now, and it is a dangerous play. Certainly, it
was the pleading of this inward voice which
made her so very unhappy, and she would
have explained that she did not "like to be
unhappy; still unhappiness which leads us to
repent, and ask pardon, and so win God's
peace, is better far than to be unhappy for
ever because of unpardoned sin, for which all
sorrow is now too late!
I Wonder if among my readers there are
any-ah, indeed, I have known such, not only
among children-who "skip" what seems
serious in a little story, because they only care
for such parts as amuse or make them laugh.
If so, I expect all I say about this wonderful
and useful voice of conscience will most
certainly be "skipped;" and yet it is a
The Weight of a Secret. 27
subject I want so much to persuade you to
think of that I try in spite of my fears that
you may not care about it. If I could, I
should like to keep any of you from the
wretchedness which at this time took posses-
"sion of the heart of our little Red Rose," so
please accept my warning, and make these
two good resolves.
I. If conscience says, "Do this, for it is
right," I will obey quickly.
II. I will never keep a secret from my
mother, when I am quite sure it is something
she ought to know.
Not very difficult things to take for resolu-
Stions, are they ? not, at least, having a hard
sound as you read them on the page of a
little story-book? Nevertheless, I warn you
that there will surely come some moments in
your life when you will feel them beyond
your power, unless you lift up your heart in
prayer, and say, Lord, help me!"
i g t."
Si F i four, five days went
'i. and in answer to every
,' .' ', ir i.: iry about the little
v.alid in Mrs. Clare's
lic'i' i ::e, they always said,
F tter!" "Going on
.""' vcr\ well!" or some other
' .' -ch which is welcome
I'I i .ch cases, when many
S fr ie ds and neighbours are
"anxious for good news.
But at the end of a week there was some
little change in the condition of White Rose
which Mr. Grant the doctor did not like, and
he began to shake his head, and speak far le-s
cheerfully about her rapid recovery.
She was quite conscious of everything n:o.r,
and would smile at her mother and at the
other members of the family as they t-:.-.k
km"- jj --
"I Did t." 29
turns in watching at her side; but she seemed
so weak and powerless, so feverish at times,
that Mrs. Clare was very distressed about her.
Not a word had been said to the little girl
concerning her fall, no one asked, "How
came you to lose your footing?" for their
sole thought was how to get her well; neither
did White Rose herself make any mention of
that unfortunate afternoon excepting when
they brought the doll she had held in her
arms as she rolled down the long flight of
stone steps, and she saw the cracks in that
favourite's waxen neck and arms, she mur-
mured, Poor Blanche she was hurt too."
It was then with a little surprise, about the
week's end, that Mrs. Clare heard the child
say, "Mamma, why does not Red Rose come
to see me ?"
"Do you think you can talk to her yet, my
darling?" was the reply. "Mr. Grant says
you must be so very, very quiet; and perhaps
while you are so weak it is better for your
cousin not to come."
"" I should like to see her," said the low voice.
"I can tell you that poor Red Rose was
terribly distressed that sad day," continued
Mrs. Clare. She was so frightened about
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30 The Two Roses,
you that she slipped away from us all, and
her father found her sobbing and crying at
the other end of the village. Even now, dear,
your aunt tells me that Red Rose is most
unhappy; she does not care to play, or to
go out, or to be amused; and instead of
chattering as usual, she has grown quite
silent, and exclaims twenty times a day, "I
wish White Rose would get well."
Now, if at the commencement of our tale
you thought that both the children I chose
for its subjects were altogether naughty, and
without any good qualities at all for you to
imitate, I am going to show you your mistake.
Have you not heard it said that there is
good in everyone, even though it lies deeply
buried under a growth of evil ? Well, then,
I am sure that in children there is always a
great deal of good, if we could only dig it up,
and clear away the weeds which have hidden
it from our sight.
Rose Clare was by nature proud, passionate,
wilful,-but she had not that meanness which
makes some boys and girls such willing tale-
bearers, such delighted little "carriers"' of
their companions' faults and falls to anyone
who will grant them a hearing.
"I Did It." 31
Lying there in her pain and weakness, she
remembered perfectly that it was to her little
cousin's hand she owed it all, but within her
heart she murmured, I need not tell; no one
has asked me. Poor Red Rose is quite sorry
now, I am sure."
Does not that make you like her better
than you did ? It has that effect upon me. I
think that in man or woman, boy or girl,
there is nothing so worthy of admiration as
the spirit which truly forgives, forgives so fully
that it will not even speak of the injury done;
it seems so like our own dear Saviour, who
when despised and scorned and maltreated,
never uttered one accusing word.
What would have been easier than for Rose
Clare to say, "Mother, I did not fall by
accident,-my cousin pushed me;" and I feel
quite proud to tell you these words never
That was no harmful guarding of a secret,
for there was nothing but good motive in it.
However excellent is the resolve to "tell
mother everything," I am quite sure any
sensible child can perfectly comprehend what
a d:lifC.: rii.n... there is in being candid about our
o.. n faults, and being candid about the faults
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32 T/he Two Roses,
of some one else. We are bound to ac-
knowledge what we do wrong to God and to
good parents; we are never told that it is
right to spread about the wrong which is upon
the conscience of others.
So White Rose was not going to explain
what Red Rose had been guilty of, and there
came into her heart such tender thoughts of
that little absent cousin that she was only
anxious to kiss her and tell her not to mind,
not to grieve about the past.
"May Red Rose come?" she said; and at
length, to give her pleasure, Mrs. Clare was
beguiled into promising, only with the con-
dition it must be "just for a minute," and
also that it could not be that day, when her
little daughter seemed so very weak and
When Rose Dunn knew that she had been
specially asked for by her cousin, and that on
the morrow she might see her, it gave her no
no pleasure at all. She loved White Rose,
certainly, loved her better now than in the
past, too; but she felt as if she dared not
go into that sick room with the miserable
consciousness that but for her own passion
the suffering and pain would never have come.
"I Did It." 33
"Are you not pleased, dear?" asked her
mother. "I fancied there would be nothing
which you so much wished for as to see poor
Rose after this long week in which you have
been without a playfellow."
Red Rose looked down on the carpet, as if
there was something especially interesting in
the pattern of it. "Does she look very ill,
very different ?" she asked, hesitatingly.
"There is nothing to fear," said Mrs. Dunn,
who now supposed her little girl had a painful
recollection of her cousin's appearance when
she was carried in unconscious after her fall.
"She is very weak; but she will know you
quite well, and be able to give you a smile, I
Rose said no more; but she never wished
for any "to-morrow" less than for this
particular one; and when her mother said,
"Your Aunt Clare wishes us to go now," she
turned quite pale and trembled all over.
However, excuses were impossible, they
went in at the hall-door from which Red
Rose had escaped upon that memorable after-
noon, up the thickly-carpeted stairs, and so to
the room where the sick child had lain now
for nine dreary days.
34 The Two Roses.
It was a very timid little girl, I can assure
you, who stooped down and kissed her
cousin's pale face. Ah, White Rose matched
her name now, for not a tinge of colour was in
lip or cheek; pain had made a sad change in
her even in a few days.
Mrs. Dunn and her sister remained at the
window talking quietly, so the little girls were
as good as alone.
"Are you going to get better?" whispered
Red Rose. "Oh, I hope so; oh, please try
and get well, and then we will be so happy."
"I want to get well," said the other child;
"and the doctor thinks I shall, though it may
take a great many weeks. I wished to see
you, Rosie, to tell you I'm sorry now for all
the crossness and quarrelling. I know I have
very often been unkind."
Red Rose had felt moved to beg her
cousin's forgiveness from the moment she
entered the room; but to hear such words as
these and keep silent as to her own fault
would have been impossible to her impetuous
nature, and forgetting-or perhaps not caring
-that she would be overheard, she burst into
tears, and sobbed aloud, Oh, dear White
Rose, forgive me forgive me I was always
"I Did It." 35
the most cross and the most unkind; and you
know it was my fault you fell down the steps,
for I pushed you; I did it; and if you had
died, I should have killed you."
"Don't cry, don't," said the sick child ; but
the scene was too exciting for her, and as her
mother reached her side she fainted. "Oh,
she is dead, and I did it !" cried the terrified
Rose Dunn; but she was led from the room,
and it was in her own dear mamma's arms
that she disclosed the whole story.
"Why did you not tell me, my child?"
said Mrs. Dunn at last; why have you
carried this load in your little heart for so
many days ? Ah, I saw you were unhappy;
but I never guessed with how much reason.
I don't think I could have guessed that my
Red Rose would have hidden such a miserable
secret from me."
"I am so sorry, so really sorry!" she pro-
tested, and her mother believed her; but you
may be sure she talked very seriously to Rose
about the passion to which she was naturally
prone, showing her how fearful may be the
consequences of one ungoverned moment.
"Perhaps this is the way to cure you," she
continued; "perhaps it was only by some-
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36 The Two Roses.
thing very serious happening through your
fault, my poor little girl, that you would really
be convinced how necessary it is to conquer
"I mean to be quite different," said Red
Rose, confidently; when we can play together
again, when we have lessons and practise
duets, and walk in the garden and all the rest,
I shall never say one cross word. I shall
always let White Rose choose what we do,-
I shall give up to her even when I don't
want to. Oh, yes, mother, you will see how
different it will be; indeed, there shan't be
any more 'Wars of the Roses.' "
I am sure we shall all be glad of that,"
responded Mrs. Dunn; "for the disagree-
ments of two children are enough to make a
whole family unhappy. I know how often
your aunt and I have grieved at the high
words of our little daughters. But, my child,
I should feel far more hopeful about the
future if you said, 'I know by myself I
cannot be a good and gentle child. I mist
look to God to help me, or else I shall be no
better than I was before.' "
Ah, Red Rose had not been thinking of
God's assistance, for I was obliged to tell you
"I Did It." 37
at the beginning that she was not among
the happy children who have begun early to
be the followers of Christ. Piety sounded in
her ears as something very sad and dreary,
something which would prevent all joy and
happiness What a mistake this is for
children or older people to fall into; for
those well-known lines are true :
"Religion never was designed
To make our pleasures less."
Mrs. Dunn noticed her little girl's silence,
and probably was able to guess her thoughts,
for she said, "If every day, my child, you
asked God's blessing to rest on you till night; if
you begged Him to guard you in the moments
when you are so likely to grieve Him; if you
asked Him to make you like Christ in His
holy childhood, then, and only then, I should
really expect to see a new little girl in our
home. But even before you ask help, you
have to ask pardon for the past. You have
owned the fault of that sad afternoon to your
little cousin and to me; but have you told
God you are sorry?"
"No," said Rose, with some reluctance.
38 The Two Roses.
"Not yet, because I thought He was angry
with me; but I'll say it to-night."
"It is never a good plan to put off even for
a little while a thing which is right," and
Mrs. Dunn spoke gravely and seriously.
"We may pray to God at any hour, indeed,
we should never wait till morning or evening
to confess to Him our sin." And then she
bade little Rose kneel down there by her side,
and spoke for her in simple words, asking
pardon for Christ's sake for all the sinful
passion and self-will of the past, asking help
for the time to come, asking also special
blessing and renewed health for the little
cousin who was suffering so much.
"Are you not happier now?" Mrs. Dunn
asked that night as she kissed her Red- Rose
in bed; and the answer was, Oh, yes, mother!
you can't think how many, many times I
wanted to say, I did it only I was afraid."
Sow often little Rose Clare said
those words before she could
--"' 1. say, "I am quite well," I could
S not count up for you. It was
": .. long before she seemed her
"former self, long before she
could play, and study, and
'..' walk, and drive; but she made
S- a very patient invalid, and to
S every inquiry would answer,
"' I am getting better."
Have you ever had sickness in your home,
little folks ? Have you ever had a chance of
noticing the difference it makes when the
illness is borne with courage and patience ?
I have known quite a young child bear pain,
and weariness, and restless nights and days,
with scarce a murmur, receiving every care
and kindness sweetly and gratefully. And I
have known quite a big boy or girl fuss, and
40 The Two Roses.
fret, and grumble over a little ailment, to the
misery of the entire household. Which would
you be, I wonder, a "good" or a "bad"
The reward of White Rose's patience came
at last. She was well, and strong, and straight
as before her fall; the bruises were all things
of the past; an awkward cut upon her fore-
head was healed now, and the scar was almost
hidden by her fair thick hair. She was just
the same as before to the eye; but oh, so
changed, so different in God's sight.
Lessons such as young folks commonly
learn had been all put aside during those
weeks she spent upstairs. I daresay some
geography, and grammar, and French verbs
had slipped out of her memory; but she had
been taught still more useful needful lessons
-those which God teaches best when He gets
us alone with Him, and there is little to shut
out the whispers of His voice.
At the beginning of Rose Clare's illness,
her mother had brought a little Testament in
her hand each morning, and read from it a
few verses, hoping that her child might begin
to take some heed of serious things; nor did
she hope in vain. It did not happen on one
Getting Better. 41
special day, or in any striking manner; I
think it was almost unconsciously that our
White Rose began to feel a pleasure in the
morning reading, began to think of God with
love, and to believe that because Christ died
Sfor her, every one of her sins would be washed
Saway and fully forgiven. And with this hope
and belief she seemed to understand better
how-though only a child little more than
nine years old-very much and how seriously
she had offended God. The tears would often
spring into her eyes as she lay listening to
the sweet story of Christ's life and death. Oh!
how kind He had been to every one, how
forgiving, how patient; and she had never
tried at all to be like Him.
Then, too, His death-that cruel painful
death, when He seemed left alone with no
one to comfort Him-it was borne for her,
Rose Clare. Yes, as certainly as if no one
else had ever needed a Saviour; and though
she knew all about it when she was but little
more than a baby, it was only now she was
lying still upon her bed that she began to
think at all about Christ, and love Him for
what He had done.
The fruit of this was quickly seen in the
42 T7he Two Roses.
patience with which she bore her weakness;
who-unless God helped-could keep from
murmuring at being confined in a sick room,
while the bright summer days were slipping
by? What little girl among you-unless God
helped her-could take disagreeable medicines
without grumbling at all, and bear to be
deprived of fun and frolic, of picnics and hay-
making parties, to which brothers, sisters,
cousins, and friends were invited ?
But still more good fruit came from Rose
Clare's resolves, and prayers, and holy desires,
when she got quite well again; and this was
an excellent sign, for it has often been said
that people forget in health all they have
promised God in sickness, and returning to
their usual way of life, they are soon as care-
less and prayerless as ever they were before.
It is not difficult to see that when this is
the case, they have not really been in earnest;
perhaps pain or the fear of death brought
some grave thoughts, some good wishes; but
they were not solid, not strong enough to
Ah, whatever we wish to be successful in,
it is certain that earnestness is required; once
quite sure that what we aim at is worth effort
Getting Better. 43
and struggle, we set to work to secure it. If
to be in earnest is so necessary in worldly
things, it is doubly necessary in the service of
God; so, should any boy or girl whose eyes
fall upon these pages say, "I did begin, but it
was no use," it is certain that the failure of
the effort had been from want of earnestness.
White Rose happily was very much in
earnest when in the silence of her sick room
she made so many promises to God; when she
began again to mix with her family and friends,
they soon noticed some change in her, and
said, "How different she is, how unselfish,
how gentle!" and so grew convinced that her
illness had been sent as a blessing, just as the
text tell us, "All things work together for
good to them that love God."
The first day of lessons in the familiar
schoolroom with Miss Maddox was a happy
day to the "Two Roses;" not a cloud came
over either face, not a word was spoken which
could have been thought hasty or unkind,-
it was quite delightful to see how each little
girl sought to put the other's wishes before her
own, and practise a sweet spirit of self-denial.
The second day passed off quite as smoothly,
the third was very calm, on the fourth morning
44 The Two Roses.
there began to be just a little shade on the
face of Rose Dunn, just a threatening of the
old fits of impatience and temper.
It is true that the little girl had honestly
purposed conquering her besetting faults ; but
she had not thought over them so long or so
gravely as her cousin, and therefore was not
quite as well prepared for a hard fight with
herself. She was just a little like a young
soldier would be who starts off to a battle-field
thinking only of the glory of a victory, and
not at all of all that must come first!
Our giddy Red Rose felt it would be
delightful to be good, to gain the love of all
who lived with her and saw her sweet winning
ways. "I will be kind," she said; but if it
was difficult she was disappointed, and quite
ready to say, I have tried, and I can't."
Therefore, now she saw White Rose quite
well, the effect of that sad illness began to
pass off, as far as she was concerned; she even
did not realize as keenly how grave her own
fault had been in causing such trouble, and
so she did not put a strict watch upon her
I do not say she was. the same angry,
passionate child you saw at first; I only say
Getting Better. 45
that she did not try as she ought day after
day to fulfil her good wishes.
If both children had been equally in earnest,
they would have aided each other; now the
hardest thing Rose Clare had to do was not
to allow Rose Dunn to provoke her to hasty
words and actions.
How she tried, no one could know but God,
who isthe witness of all His children's struggles;
and it was well that a little girl could strive
so firmly; but now and then she failed, now
and then she did speak sharply too.
A good man who lived some hundreds of
years ago, left behind him many wise sayings,
which have been gathered up in a book, by
which other people may be helped along the
path to heaven. One of these sayings is to
the effect that if in our Christian life we
stumble and fall, we have nothing to do but
get up again and walk on more humbly and
One day when White Rose was crying
sorrowfully because she had been naughty,
her mother told her of this saying, and tried
to make her understand that though we ought
to grieve when we do that which grieves God,
we must not give way to that feeling we call
46 The Two Roses.
despair, and which leads people to give up
trying,-we must just begin again.
She told her child, too, that the lives of even
the best people are made up of these newr
beginnings, and that no one has ever been
able to sit down and say, "I have conquered
my temptations and my weakness, I am quite
safe now," until all the life on earth is over,
and the rest of heaven has begun.
Thus White Rose saw that she must not
begin to get tired-she, a little girl of nine
years. It might be God's will to give her
a long, long life, to make her ready to be
with Him in heaven; and if so there would
be fighting and striving, conquering and failing
all the time; but then every battle with a
fault made it a little weaker, and there was
always help in prayer.
I have called this chapter "getting better,"
because it saw a little girl recovering the
health and strength which had for a time been
lost; but I wanted you to see how in a higher
sense Rose Clare was getting better,-better
in the sight of Him who sees and knows all.
Will you, dear children, just give yourselves a
few quiet minutes to ask and answer this
simple little question, "Am / getting better?"
Getting Better. 47
You may be rosy, and stout, and strong,
you may never have known what it is to be
laid low upon a bed of sickness and pain, so
in the way of bodily health you have no need
of getting better. But far more important is
health of soul than what we commonly call
health; and it is in this way you would do
well to ask, "Am I getting better ?"
Am I, as days go by, as weeks roll into
months, any nearer to my God? Am I trying
to please Him better, to learn from His Word
exactly the sort of child He would wish me
Am I growing more kind,-even as Jesus
was kind; more obedient, because Jesus as
a child at Nazareth was obedient too, and
"subject to His parents," though He was God?
Am I becoming more fond of prayer and
holy things, more patient and forgiving when
others wrong me, more meek and humble of
heart, like Him who is our pattern ?
If you put these and other questions to
yourself, and then looking up to God say, I
know I am a weak child, and of myself I can
d,o nothing right, still I do hope I am getting
better," you are blessed indeed.
If you cannot say this-well, may I show
48 The Twzo Roses.
you how to set about the work of getting
better ? You know it all, but even what we
know we have to be told again and again
very often. Little readers, we must learn
first that we are sinners, that we have evil
hearts which lead us wrong-to truly under-
stand ourselves we must pray that God's Spirit
may give us light. But to rest always looking
at our sins will not do,-we must carry them
to the feet of the Saviour, and He will relieve
us of the burden, He will wash away every
stain they have made on our souls. To believe
this is to have faith-that faith without which
it is impossible to please God. This is the
faith which saves our souls-just a simple
trust that God forgives us because Christ died
for us in His great pitying love! And when
you believe "Jesus died for me, my sins are
pardoned for His sake," then you will really
begin the work of "getting better," for love
will grow out of your faith, and make you
strive and pray to avoid all that would grieve
so dear a Friend and Saviour
3loanteb in Aeb Sioil.
j L'F.A E to suppose that three years
ii -' have passed over the heads of
i 'm two Roses. At twelve years
-,f age, more or less, they don't
c.lre so very much for dolls as
S tli-y used to do, although the
lfav:ourites are not entirely neg-
Icclted; they do not find the
music lessons so dull, nor the difficulties of.
major and minor scales so great; they have
conquered the worst of the French verbs, and
Miss Maddox is rather proud of the cousins
who do her credit as a teacher.
I need not say that they have grown taller,
because that is a matter of course-healthy
girls from eleven or twelve to thirteen are very
different from what they were three years
earlier, as far as size is concerned.
And is White Rose faithful in her promised
service to God? Yes; and it has become
50 The Two Roses.
easier, happier service, so that she quite knows
the meaning of those New Testament words,
My yoke is easy, and My burden light."
And Red Rose? I cannot say what I should
like to say of her; I can only quote Bible
words again, and remind you of the passage
wherein piety which does not last is described
as the "morning dew" which passes away.
Yes, Rose Dunn at twelve years old or more
is not very much changed in character from'
the girl of nine. She talks of never being
passionate; she is always promising, and
breaking her promises; always resolving, yet
never allowing her resolutions to become
On the same rose tree in a garden you may
see two blossoms growing together-but so
different. Both have the same sun, both the
air and the dew and the rain to freshen them;
but one grows lovely as it swells out from a
tiny bud into the flower,-the other is faulty
and imperfect, for something is wrong within.
So with my Roses who are not garden roses.
There was something which kept the character
of the one from becoming all it might and
ought to have been-the lack of a true love
and fear of God.
Planted in New Soil. 51
Rose Dunn did not love her Maker, she did
not rightly fear Him, or she could not so
lightly have forgotten His commands.
She even would laugh a little at her more
serious cousin--not exactly unkindly, for she
was fond of the gentle "White Rose;" but
yet she fancied it was very unnecessary to be
so constant in reading the Bible; so anxious
never to be absent from public worship; so
regular in habits of prayer at home.
It had long been decided that a few years
of school life would be good for these two
young cousins, who, perhaps as the babies"
of their respective families, were just a little
in danger of being spoiled at home; and now
they were supposed old enough to bid fathers
and mothers good-bye for a season, as the
elder sisters had done before them.
There was some pleasure and some pain to
both "the Roses" in this anticipation. The
pleasure was in exchanging a quiet country
place for the gay town of Brighton, where
Their education was to be carried on, to mix
with other girls, and form new friendships; the
pain, I need not say, was the being separated
from all they loved most dearly, and the re-
flection of how long it was from Midsummer
52 The Two Roses.
to Christmas. It was easier to go together-
that they both agreed; Mrs. Clare and Mrs.
Dunn were also more satisfied that their chil-
dren should not be separated, especially as
they hoped the influence of White Rose might
keep the younger girl from many follies and
What a difference there was in the thoughts
of these two, when they pictured to them-
selves that little world of school into which
they were going. Rose Dunn resolved to get
on well there; to outstrip her companions, to
win prizes, to be popular; Rose Clare was only
anxious to live her new life as a child of God
should do, a little fearful perhaps lest it should
be harder to serve Him there, but trusting that
He would give her more help and strength in
proportion to her need. Grave thoughts, do
you say? Yes, perhaps so; but they did not
make her mournful.
You could not have found a much sunnier
smile than the smile of White Rose, had you
searched through the length and breadth of
Old England; indeed, her face wore always a
happier expression than that of the Red Rose,
because it was more at peace, more full of
content. True, the younger cousin talked fast
Planted in New Soil. 53
and gaily enough; but then her moods of
merriment were varied by sullen moods, and
cross moods, and dispirited moods; and we
all know that these changeful, fitful characters
are not the most pleasant to be associated with
Sometimes she wondered and felt half
jealous to see her quieter cousin preferred to
herself; and yet, had she confessed it, she
did see wherein lay the secret of that sweet
gentleness which made all who knew her
love White Rose.
There came rare moments when Rose Dunn
was almost ready to imitate Rose Clare, almost
ready to resolve, "I, too, will be God's child,
and give my heart to Him." It was only
" almost," just as it had been at eight years
old, when she did indeed seem very near
giving herself up to the guidance of Him who
loves little children.
Thus I have described the cousins to you
at the time they were going to school; when
"the Roses were to be transplanted into dif-
ferent soil-into a new garden, as we may say.
When the last week came, they thought
home had never seemed so dear; when the
last day came, it seemed harder than they
54 The Two Roses.
could have imagined to say good-bye to it for
several long months. Up rose the August sun
on the morning that was to take them away,
and it shone as brightly as if no one could
possibly be sad. It had been agreed between
"the Roses" that they should both get up
very early, and meet to take one walk round
both their home gardens, and to look at all
their pet animals, and birds, and flowers for
the last time.
Hand in hand, just as when they were tiny
children, they made the round; and at last
they stood at the foot of the flight of steps
which had been the scene of Rose Clare's
accident. They both remembered it, and Red
Rose exclaimed, "Oh, that dreadful day; and
how I determined I never would be cross and
selfish and passionate any more-yet I am!
It is you who have been so good ever since."
It was not a dreadful day to me," replied
Rose Clare, gently. Of course, it seemed so
just at first; but very soon God let me see
what a good thing it was that happened, for
if I had not been obliged to lie so long with
little to do except think, perhaps I should
have gone on always not loving Him, not
caring for Him."
Planted in New Soil. 55
I can't," said Red Rose; I resolve, and I
forget, and I grow tired ; perhaps I will begin
again at school."
"Oh, do, Rosie!" cried her cousin. "It
would make you so much safer, so much
happier; we could help each other, too."
And Red Rose promised to think about it;
but amidst the tears and kisses of parting
other feelings entered into her mind. And
then came the journey and arrival at school;
and at night, when her cousin whispered a
request that she would read just a verse out
of her Bible before she slept, she answered
crossly, "How tiresome you are, to be sure!
I can't do that with other girls looking and
laughing at me."
"I don't think any good girl would laugh,"
was the reply; "and it does not matter so
long as we please God. Oh, Red Rose, think
of what you were saying only this morning-
you said you would begin at school to try and
"Well, I did not say the very first night;"
and she turned away angrily. It was always
her way to put off till some future time, for-
getting that it has been said, "Now' is the
accepted time; now is the day of salvation."
56 The Two Roses.
It was a bad way of beginning a new life;
for, although we always need God's help and
blessing, we need it most when we begin to
travel along a strange and untried road.
Rose Dunn soon became absorbed in lessons,
striving to get foremost, to win love and to
win praise; but of the favour of her Father
in heaven she thought nothing.
Rose Clare was faithful in every duty, steady
and persevering; but above everything else she
desired to be pleasing to God, and to keep
near to Him through all the duties of the day.
Perhaps her greatest source of unhappiness
at this time was that her cousin's love seemed
growing cold. Red Rose found the com-
panionship of one of her schoolfellows so
much more to her mind, that she had seldom
any time to spare for White Rose in recrea-
tion or half-holidays. Two are company, and
three are not," she said rudely once when her
cousin joined her as she walked round the
garden with Mary May; and the hint was
taken. Rose Clare drew away without a word,
though she was pained.
I would not mind so much," thus ran her
reflections; "but I am quite sure that Rose's
new friend is not the one my aunt would
Planted in New Soil. 57
choose for her. Oh, I hope no harm will come
of their being so much together; I shall try
and persuade Red Rose to listen to me,
although I daresay she may be angry."
It was difficult enough to find an oppor-
tunity for such persuasions to be tried; but
when found no good result seemed possible.
Rose Dunn turned angrily away, and bade her
cousin not to preach.
Ah, those resolves made when White Rose
lay ill! they had all come to nothing, you see,
because they were made in the child's own
strength; and by ourselves not one of us can
do any right thing.
When the Christmas holidays came, and
the cousins went home, they had on the whole
a pleasant account to give of their school
days, though they had both found out that
"there's no place like home;" but Rose Clare
said nothing of her cousin's coldness to her,
for she was, as you have seen, not a child who
loves to show forth the faults of others-she
contented herself with always praying for her
dear Red Rose, hoping by-and-by to win
her away from her giddy friend, who perhaps
might be the means of leading her further still
from thoughts of God.
S HERE was a good deal of excite-
ment in Miss Middleton's school
.i at Brighton, for one of the pupils
I had been guilty of so grave a
Fault that her parents were asked
i to take her away, and it was
Rose Dunn's friend, Mary May,
"and now even Rose herself was
ready to ask, "How could I ever have loved
her so much ?"
In a similar case some girls would have ex-
claimed, "Ah, I told you how it would be,-
do you remember what I said ?" But Rose
Clare was not of this character; she did not
even receive her cousin's renewed love coldly,
or as if it surprised her, but gave her all the
old affection, if not more.
Now the other Rose was quite capable of
thinking seriously, and she began to ponder
a good deal just now, and to contrast White
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Rose with herself, to her own disadvantage.
She had come to school determined to win a
good place there; but though she might be
more clever and quick, it was certain that the
constant care and pains which Rose Clare
never failed to give her studies succeeded far
better. She had come with the hope of being
a favourite among her fellows, and yet, with
the exception of Mary May (and she was not
proud of that friendship), no one had specially
singled her out as a companion ; whereas both
big girls-and little girls loved her gentle un-
The more she reflected, so much the more
did Rose Dunn begin to perceive that Rose
Clare was far happier than herself; and if-
just for a moment-she was inclined to ask
"why ?" it was a question which no one could
have answered more readily than she could.
There came to her memory those words, "I
love them that love Me, and they that seek
Me early shall find Me,"-in them lay the
secret. White Rose loved God; and in
return she had His love, and His blessing
rested on her wherever she went and what-
ever she did. Very early she had sought and
found God for her Father and her Friend, and
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in return He helped her to be one of His own
dear obedient children.
I must try and be like her," thought Red
Rose; but when to this she added, I must
begin to be a Christian," a sigh came, and
she fancied to be that was to set about some
very hard and dreary business.
One day-it was a holiday in honour of
Miss Middleton's birthday, and the whole
school were out on the bright breezy downs
which lie above the town of Brighton, and she
and her cousin had drawn a little apart from
the rest-she said, "Do you remember the
day I pushed you down the steps in my
dreadful passion ?"
White Rose nodded yes.
"And after that-when you began to get
well, and I was so very sorry, I really meant
to be good; I used even to say earnest prayers,
but I so soon grew tired, and left off."
Why didn't you begin again, dear ?" said
the other, seriously. "Mother told me that
was the only way of really persevering-I
mean beginning again every day."
"Well, I did not;" and Red Rose coloured
up, and began to speak faster, "I left off quite,
and grew worse instead of better; and now
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-oh, do you think it is any use after all this
time beginning again ?"
"Do I think it any use ?" and White Rose
looked surprised. Oh, indeed, Rosie, there
is no need to think, for we know, and that is
far better. Why, God has said in so many
different places that we can always, while we
live, go for pardon through Christ to Him,
and begin afresh to love and serve Him, or
begin for the first time perhaps in earnest."
"But I promised before, and I gave up."
"Yes, but God will forgive all that, because
He forgives us everything, if we ask for Christ's
sake. Don't you remember the parable we
had at our last Bible lesson, and how it was
explained to us? Why, God sees when we
are a 'long way off,' just like that father saw
his poor son, and He comes to meet us, and
helps us at the beginning. Oh, Rosie, my
own dear Red Rose, won't you begin at last ?
It would be such happiness to be trying to love
and please God together, just as when we were
quite little tiny children we used to do all
sorts of other things together?"
"I will try, I really will this time;" and
there was a look on Rose Dunn's face which
seemed to tell she was in earnest at last "-
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that she too was about to buckle on the
armour of a young soldier of Christ, and fight
bravely for a heavenly crown.
Here I will leave our "Two Roses." You
have seen them faulty, you would see them
faulty still, I daresay, if we continued their
history; only now there would be this great
change-both striving to overcome sin by the
grace of God.
Young readers, you whom I do not know,
whom I shall never see, will you listen to me
as I plead with you, Oh, give your hearts to
God !" Now perhaps life may be bright and
happy enough; but clouds will come, perhaps
great storms of trouble such as in your early
days you cannot so much as guess at, and
what will you do then without God ?
You can seek Him when you are sad, when
you are old, and He is so very, very merciful
that He will not turn away because you have
waited so long before you thought of Him;
but the time when He loves to accept service
is in childhood and youth, when a long future
stretches before you, in which He is wishing
to give you His protection and care in return
for your hearts.
You have seen that the little girl we called
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White Rose, was not unhappy and grave and
mournful when she rose up from her sick
bed with a purpose of being a new creature "
in Christ-a young Christian; nor will you
find that you lose one real good, one real plea-
sure by turning heart and soul to God.
And you know what we mean by a real
turning to God. It is not a passing desire,
the wish of a moment, my little readers, the
goodness which is described in Scripture as
the "morning dew." Ask God to give you
the longing to be His; ask Him earnestly,
and His Holy Spirit working within your
hearts will show you how you need a Saviour.
You know who that Saviour must be-the
gentle loving Jesus who died that men and
women and little children might be forgiven
every sin! He will not turn away, He will
not refuse your petition, for He has bidden
you trust in that promise, "Him that cometh
to Me I will in no wise cast out." For
Christ's sake, God will pardon all your sins;
for Christ's sake, God will strengthen you by
His grace to resist temptation; for Christ's
sake, God will let you live for ever in that
home where only those can enter who are
washed in the Saviour's blood.
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And if but one of my readers is led to turn
"heart and soul to God," to accept Christ as
a Saviour, and start bravely on the heaven-
ward path, this little story of the Two Roses"
will not have been written in vain.
LONDON: KNIGHT, PRINTER, MIDDLE STREET, E.C.
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