Pictures of St. Paul


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Pictures of St. Paul drawn in an English home
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352 p., 13 leaves of plates : ill. ; 20 cm.
A. L. O. E., 1821-1893
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by A.L.O.E. ; with many illustrations.
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University of Florida
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A. L. O. E.,

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THE following tale, like others which have preceded it,
has been partly written to replenish a missionary purse;
but this has by no means been the Authoress's highest
object.. A.L. 0. E. desires by a brief account of St. Paul-
chiefly drawn from Scripture-to direct the more earnest
attention of her readers to the life and labours of the great
Apostle, and to lead them with more interest to study his
precious Epistles. Thankful would she be if, through
God's blessing and the grace of the Holy Spirit, she should
be permitted to awaken in some a missionary spirit, a holy
desire to devote life to winning souls for the Saviour.
A. L. O. E. makes no pretensions to learned research.
She has sought jealously to guard her own missionary
work from being encroached on by the pen; composition
has had to take but a secondary place in the duties of the
This little volume is now laid at the feet of the Master,
with a prayer that He may deign to make use of it in
quickening zeal for the cause of Missions. May that zeal
be shown in more liberal gifts, more earnest prayer, and-
where the call of the Spirit is heard-in personal con-
secration to the work of carrying Gospel light into the
abodes of heathen darkness !


































































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3 11










THE railway guard had given his warning whistle, the
train was already beginning to move on, when the door of
a carriage in which an elderly clergyman was seated alone
was suddenly flung open, and a lady, flushed and breathless
with haste, sprang in, and sank wearily down on a seat, for
she had run half the length of the platform.
Just in time,-barely in time cried the clergyman,
whose ready hand had helped her in, as the snorting
engine rushed on its way. "Why, Lady Laurie, is it you ?"
added the clergyman, Mr. Stem, as he recognized in his
fellow-traveller a lady with whom he had some acquaint-
"I am so thankful not to have missed the train!" said
Lady Laurie, when she had recovered her breath. "I had
not time to pack up, or anything; I stopped a passing
cab, and hurried to the station. I little thought when
I sat down to breakfast this morning, planning out a long
day's work in London, that I should be speeding back so
soon to Willowdale Lodge. I had intended to be absent
some days."


And what made you change your intention ?" inquired
Mr. Stern.
One of those dreadful telegrams from India," said the
lady, almost shuddering as she glanced at a copy of the
Times, dated July, 1857, which Mr. Stern held in
his hand.
Ah! I understand-bad news from the scene of the
fearful Mutiny," said the clergyman, his face expressing
sympathy and pity. "There is the telegram of the mas-
sacre at Lahupore-every one killed. I fear that you have
lost some relative there."
"Not a relative, no, and I had never even seen Mr.
Ah the missionary who died with the rest, he was
an old college companion of mine. I was shocked to see
his name in the list of sufferers."
"He was the widower of my dearest friend," said Lady
Laurie, with a deep sigh, "and his poor boys are under
my charge. As soon as I saw in the papers that they
were fatherless, as well as motherless-." She could not
finish her sentence, her voice was choked with emotion.
I did not know, when you spoke to me yesterday of
your boys, that they were not your own."
"They are mine in everything but mere relationship
and name," observed Lady Laurie. "Little Robin could
scarcely run alone when he first arrived, and found in
my house his home. He is only six years old now, and
can scarcely understand his great loss; but Harold my
poor Harold! who remembers his father, and almost
adores him, how will he bear such dreadful news as that
which I bring! It is not a month since the boys were
half wild with delight in hearing that Mr. Hartley
intended to come home next Spring. It is to break the bad
tidings of his death to them that I am now hurrying back.
I dread Harold's hearing of it from any lips but my own."


Of what age,is Harold ? inquired Mr. Stern.
"He was twelve last birthday," replied Lady Laurie.
"We kept the anniversary joyously, and Harold, who is a
general favourite, was loaded with presents. But what
gave him most delight, what he called his best birthday
gift, was a letter from his father, in which Mr. Hartley
wrote that he had made up his mind to start for England
in March, and see his children again. Such a shouting as
there was through the house, "Father's coming home!
Father's coming home !"-such eagerness to give the
good news to the village,-such a collecting of wood for a
bonfire Robin had caught the infection of joy from his
brother, and clapped his hands, and danced about with
delight! Oh! would that Mr. Hartley had returned to
England at once, and never waited for a Spring-which
he was never to see !
"My dear friend," said the clergyman very gently, "are
not all events over-ruled by our Heavenly Father? He
saw that His faithful servant was ready for a glorious
change, and has called him to a better home than any in
"But in such a dreadful way! he was murdered!"
exclaimed Lady Laurie.
"When we reach Eternity's shore we shall think that
it mattered but little whether we slowly forded Death's
river, or cleared it at a bound," observed Mr. Stern.
"The grand question is not when we go, or how we go,
but where we go. As regards dear Robert Hartley, there
cannot be a shadow of doubt that he is now with Christ,
which-as St. Paul tells us 'is far better' than remaining
in this world of temptation and trials."
"I know it-I feel it," said Lady Laurie more calmly.
"And Robert Hartley has rejoined his wife, who was one
of the sweetest Christians whom I ever knew. It seems
but yesterday, though thirteen years ago, when she-a


happy young wife, came to bid me farewell before she
started with her husband for India. Alice had all a mis-
sionary's spirit. She longed to win souls; her soul
yearned over the poor benighted Hindus; she loved them
before she saw them. Ah 1 little did she guess that they
would reward her husband's zeal by taking his life!
I sadly mourned the loss of Alice, but oh I am thankful
now that she was taken so early. I tremble to think that
had she been at Lahupore she might have shared the fate
of her husband. Better, far better that she died first-
peacefully on her bed."
Lady Laurie's fair face was bathed in tears. Mr. Stern
did not disturb her sorrow by conversation, but repeated
half aloud, the well-known beautiful verse, which so touch-
ingly expresses the calm submission of a Christian
regarding the time of his death.
"If life be long, my days are blest,
If they be spent for Thee;
If life be short-I sooner rest
From sin and sorrow free."
Lady Laurie did not cry long. She roused herself, and
found a sad comfort in speaking of her departed friend.
"Alice and I were not related, but at school we were
such inseparable friends, that we used to be called 'the
Twins.' How often we chatted together in the long
winter evenings about being missionaries, and going to
the East, to tell the poor heathen of Christ. I had a
different path appointed me. I married, and for years had
all that earth could give me. My first sorrow was
parting with Alice, when she went out as a bride to India.
But she was very happy there. Her letters were so
bright and joyful, telling me of one little treasure after
another being given to her arms. She delighted too in
her missionary work. Then came trouble upon trouble.
The climate so fearfully hot, told on her children. Alice's


first-born, Harold, became dangerously ill. He recovered
after weeks of anxious nursing, but other trials were to
come. Alice's two little girls sickened, and were taken
away within three weeks of each other. My friend bowed
in submission to God's will; she never murmured, but she
sorely missed her darlings. She knew not how soon her
own grave was to be beside theirs. Mother and children
were soon re-united in death."
"In bliss," said Mr. Stern softly.
"Poor Mr. Hartley wrote to me then in the deepest
distress. He had two sons left, but he dared not keep
them in India, especially as they had no longer a mother's
care. I had had lately a loss as heavy as his own; I was
a widow, left with one daughter. What so natural as
that I should be allowed to take a parent's place to the
motherless boys ? God, in His goodness, confided to me
the precious charge."
Mr. Stern remembered the Saviour's words, "He that
receiveth one of these little ones receiveth Me." He
silently wondered why many Christians do not gain such a
priceless honour by offering a home to missionaries'
children, when they are necessarily parted from their
It is a great advantage to my Ida to have brothers,"
continued Lady Laurie. "It is so difficult for an only
child not to suffer a little from being the object of
exclusive care and attention. Though two years older
than Harold, Ida can yet find in him a companion, and
the very difference in their dispositions may make this
companionship the more desirable. Ida is a sensible
thoughtful girl; her quiet sedateness which had she been
alone, might have made her too precise a little woman
before her time, serves to soften Harold's vehement
impetuous character."
"Is Harold a promising boy ?" inquired Mr. Stern.


"I think him a noble fellow," said Lady Laurie,
warmly; with both head and heart, and energy for study
or sport. But Harold is somewhat passionate and proud,
and though I believe that he struggles against his faults,
he is not yet master over them."
It is a life-long struggle," observed Mr. Stern. Happy
the youth who begins the struggle early, and knows where
to look for strength to overcome the foe."
"It is my most anxious desire to train my children,
for I think of them all as mine, and they call me
'Mother,' to be faithful soldiers of Christ. Each and all
are the subjects of many prayers."
"Teach them in childhood to seek their weapons in
God's own armoury, the Bible," said Mr. Stern. "The
shield of faith is not too heavy for the arm of a very
young soldier."
Harold's faith will be sorely tried by the cruel death
of his father," observed Lady Laurie. "I really dread
the effect of this blow on my boy. I shall not know how
to give him comfort."
"Again I would say, lead him to the Bible. There we
find the still waters which cool the fiery spirit, and refresh
the aching heart."
I have a little daily Bible-reading and talk with the
young people in the evening," said Lady Laurie, "after
Harold has returned from the day-school which he attends.
There is nothing formal about this reading, even merry
little Robin likes to join in it, and not as a silent hearer,
though being yet in his primer, he cannot help in the
actual reading. I encourage the young people to speak
out the thoughts that arise in their minds, and Robin
takes advantage of this privilege quite as often as Ida or
Harold. I think that we all enjoy the twenty minutes or
half-hour which we thus spend together in searching the
Scriptures. We always conclude with prayer."


"These quiet talks over God's Word, this daily searching
in the armoury, this daily drinking from the waters of
truth, may be the most important part of your children's
training," observed the clergyman. "It is likely to have
an effect through life. How strange it is that even
Christian parents will make every sacrifice to give sons
and daughters what is called a good education, and yet
neglect its most essential part. Parents make preparation
for their children's life in this world, and little or none for
life never-ending. They cram the head and starve the
heart. But I feel assured, dear Lady Laurie, that you
will never fall into this error-this sin."
Here the conversation ceased. Lady Laurie gave
herself up to silent thought, and the clergyman took up
his copy of the Times. Scarcely another word was spoken
till the train stopped for a few minutes at a modest little
station, where the guard called out "Foreham." Here
Lady Laurie got down, and after a kindly good-bye
exchanged with her fellow-traveller, went on her lonely
way to her home, Willowdale Lodge. There was no one
to meet her at the station, as her return was quite



IT was a hot midsummer day, and not an hour past
noon, when Lady Laurie hastened along the laurel-
bordered path, then across the green lawn, past the
flower-beds gay with verdure and roses, towards her
pretty dwelling. As she approached the porch, which was
half covered with honeysuckle and clematis, somebody
came out. Lady Laurie saw with anything but pleasure
the well-known green parasol and blue veil of Miss Petty.
For Miss Petty, the Doctor's sister, was the greatest
gossip in Foreham. With nothing to do but to go in and
out of the houses of her neighbours, she was a real busy-
body, and nothing delighted her more than to be the first
to give "a bit of news," whether it were good or bad.
Lady Laurie tried to obey the command to "honour all
men," but it was very difficult to obey it at that moment,
for she read in Miss Petty's face that she knew all about
the telegram, and that she had just been doing the very
thing which Harold's friend had hurried from London to
prevent her doing, startling her boy with the terrible news.
It then occurred to Lady Laurie that the Doctor took in
an evening paper, and that the sad telegram must have
been in it, and so had arrived by the early post.
Oh dearest Lady Laurie, have you heard the frightful
news from India ?" eagerly began Miss Petty, holding out
her hand.
I know all," said Lady Laurie, just touchitig the hand


for a moment, and then running through the porch into
the house.
"Dear me! how rude!" muttered Miss Petty, dis-
appointed of her expected treat of calling up a look of
horror and distress on the fair face of Lady Laurie. She
remembered, however, that Mrs. Miller and the Bullens
had probably not seen the telegram yet, so off she hurried
to them with the additional pleasure of being able to add
that "the poor dear boy, Harold, was in such a way,
I really thought that he'd have gone mad."
.Lady Laurie hastened to the sitting-room where she
was likely to find her family at this hour, as morning
lessons would be over, and the dinner-hour was at hand.
The door was open, for it was Miss Petty's habit never to
shut doors behind her. Ida came to meet her mother,
whom she had caught a glimpse of through the window.
The girl looked grave and concerned, but it was not on
her that the blow had fallen, and she could not, like her
mother, enter with overflowing sympathy into the grief of
another. Robin, a little boy with round face, sunburnt
and freckled, and a shock of unmanageable hair, stood as
if bewildered, looking at his brother, feeling that he ought
to cry, but not quite knowing how. Robin's thick brown
hair was more than usually rough, for he had been
rubbing it up vigorously with his little red hand, as his
token of distress. Harold lay at full length on the carpet,
his face, which was downwards, buried on his crossed arms.
He uttered no sound, his passionate grief only finding
vent in slight convulsive movements of his feet. He
could not weep, and he could not lie still.
"My boy-my precious boy !" said Lady Laurie, kneel-
ing down and laying on Harold's curly auburn hair a
touch soft and tender as that of a mother. Harold did
not appear to notice it, only the movement in his feet
ceased at once.


Lady Laurie could not at that moment utter a word of
consolation, she felt that the fatherless lad was not in a
state to receive it. She slowly rose, and stood gazing
down upon him with mingled pity and love.
"They've killed our father; oh! they've killed our
father exclaimed Robin, flinging his arms round his
Then Harold started up, his features-even to his lips
-pale with passion. As he sprang to his feet he clenched
his fist and exclaimed, Would that I were a man !"
What would you do ?" asked Robin.
"Avenge him!" cried Harold, grinding his teeth, a
fierce expression of hatred in his flashing grey eyes.
Oh Harold, how wicked! exclaimed Ida; "Mamma,
do tell him how wicked it is to wish for revenge."
"He was not your father !" cried Harold, as he dashed
out of the room, and rushed up the stairs, two steps at a
time, to his own little attic apartment.
"I'11 avenge father too," said Robin.
Robin always echoes whatever Harold says, that makes
it so much worse to give way to passion," observed Ida.
"Mamma, I am sure that you will speak to Harold, he is
doing so very very wrong."
"I will speak, but not now," said the gentle lady.
"Poor Harold is like one with a smarting wound, and we
must touch it very softly indeed."
Ida, don't," observed Robin, "she would rub it hard
with a brush and make it bleed."
The servant entering announced dinner. In times of
distress how strange seems the routine of common life!
Lady Laurie felt that she could not eat, but she went in to
carve. She sent up a plateful of warm food to Harold,
but it came down untouched.
Master Harold has locked the door,-he said he wanted
nothing to eat," said the maid.


"You know that the doctor ordered Harold to have
plenty of food," observed Ida.
"To-day we must let Harold do what he likes," said her
"He shall do what he likes," echoed Robin.
Robin always stands up for Harold," said Ida.
Cause I love him-he's my brother!" cried the child
Lady Laurie ordered tea to be made, and herself carried
up a cup of it to Harold's little room, which was one with
a sloping ceiling just under the roof. She tapped at the
door, and a voice from within cried out, Who is there ?
"Your mother; unlock the door."
Her word was instantly obeyed. Harold opened the door.
His pale face wore a look of pain, and his eye-lashes were
moist with tears.
"Mother-I can't bear talking now," said Harold, as
the lady put down the cup on a little table. There is
only one thought-one wish in my mind-and that is-to
avenge him."
"My son, do you forget Who hath said, Vengeance is
Mine?" Do you not think that the sainted father for
whom you mourn would-like a Christian-have said
"forgive" ?
"I know that I am very bad," said Harold, who was
now seated on the edge of his bed, but I can't speak or
feel like a Christian. It is not in my power," he gloomily
"The power, like every other blessing we must ask from
God," said the widowed lady. God gives no command
without offering grace to enable us to obey it."
These few words were all that were said at the time on
the, subject. Lady Laurie knew Harold well enough to
know that it was better to leave him to think them over.
She silently offered him the tea which she had brought;


the boy, with feverish thirst, emptied the cup. The
beverage revived him.
"Perhaps I ought to come down in the evening for our
Scripture reading," said Harold.
It will be well if you can. You remember that it was
by your dear father's special request in a letter received
last Spring, that we began these little readings. Every
wish of his will be doubly sacred now. Oh Harold, may
you tread in your father's steps, thus best will you honour
his memory."
"I shall never be like him-never!" There came a
burst of tears, but they were shed on a mother's bosom.
Lady Laurie went downstairs to the sitting-room. She
found Ida giving a little lecture to Robin, who was taking
it very badly. Ida could no more manage Robin's temper
than he could reduce to order that one specially unruly
lock of his, which would stick out from the rest like a feather.
Ida, with many valuable qualities, had not yet that of
winning affection by gentle, considerate kindness. She
was more of the censor than the sister. Calm and unexcit-
able in character herself, she made little allowance for the
temperament of others. To the neat, tidy girl Robin's
rough romping ways,-his clothes always requiring mend-
ing from his trying to climb up trees, were a source of
pretty constant annoyance. Ida had not acquired her
mother's indulgent patience.
"Ida is growing very like Lady Laurie," the Vicar had
once observed at the tea-table to Miss Theresa Petty.
"They resemble each other as these two bits of your
honey-comb do."
"The difference is that the one comb holds honey and
the other holds none," was Miss Petty's not very good-
natured reply.
"Oh! the honey will come, the honey will come," said
the Vicar; "Ida Laurie is brought up amongst flowers."



THE little Bible reading was held just after sunset,
while a rich amber glow still lingered in the sky. No
lamp would be needed in the long twilight of the warm
Summer eve. Ida had placed the Bibles ready.
"I wonder if Harold will come," said Robin, and the
sentence was still on his lips when Harold entered the
room. He looked haggard, like one who has been up all
night, as he silently took his place by his mother. Robin
hardly knew more than his letters, being slow in learning
to read, though quick in apprehension, but he always
liked to sit at Lady Laurie's other side, and look over her
"What shall we read now ?" asked Ida, "we finished
the Gospels last evening."
"I thought of our beginning the life of the great mis-
sionary," replied Lady Laurie.
"Oh! you mean Campbell, or Carey, or Williams?"
remarked Ida; "but I suppose that we shall begin by
reading a little of the Bible as usual ?"
The life of the great missionary is in the Bible," said
Lady Laurie. "Let us turn to the 7th chapter of the
Acts of the Apostles. Beginning at the 54th verse, we
shall have a good introduction to the story of Christian
"This is about the death of St. Stephen," observed Ida,
who had found the place in the book of Acts.


"Who was St. Stephen ?" asked Robin.
"I will reply in Bible words," said Lady Laurie.
'He was a man full of faith and of the Holy Ghost.'
He lived in the early days of the Church; when the
Lord had but lately ascended to Heaven, Stephen was
chosen for an important and holy work, that of caring
for the wants of the poor, and especially those of needy
Christian widows."
"Then everybody loved him?" said Robin.
"So far from it that Stephen became the object of the
special hatred of the unbelieving Jews. The elders,
the scribes, and the people rose up against him, they
seized him, and brought him before a council. They set
up false witnesses against him. Holy Stephen was
treated as his holier Master had been treated before him.
Blessed are they who share the Lord's cup of trial here,
for they shall share His glory hereafter." Lady Laurie
glanced at Harold as she spoke.
"I am glad that we are to read of missions," observed
Harold. "He was a missionary!" all knew that the
boy meant his father. If I were not such an unworthy
fellow as I am, I should like to be what he was."
The boy's lip quivered; he dared not close his eyes lest
the water brimming in 'them should overflow, and roll
down his cheeks. Lady Laurie drew off the attention of
Ida and Robin by offering a short prayer, and then
asking Ida to read the 54th verse of the chapter chosen.
This describes the fury of the Jews, when Stephen, with
manly boldness, had accused them of being the betrayers
and murderers of Christ, the Just One.

When they heard these things, they were cut to the
heart, and they gnashed upon him with their teeth. But
he, being full of the Holy Ghost, looked up steadfastly


into heaven, and said, "Behold! I see the heavens
opened, and the Son of Man standing on the right
hand of God."
Harold did not speak, but he thought, "perhaps such a
glorious vision was granted to my father. It would be
worth dying as Stephen died, to see what Stephen saw."

"Then they cried out with a loud voice, and stopped
their ears, and ran upon him with one accord, and
cast him out of the city, and stoned him; and the
witnesses laid down their clothes at a young man's feet,
whose name was Saul. And they stoned Stephen, calling
upon God and saying 'Lord Jesus! receive my spirit!'
And he kneeled down and cried with a loud voice, 'Lord!
lay not this sin to their charge.' And when he had said
this, he fell asleep."
Lady Laurie added the first sentences of the following
chapter, and read, "And Saul was consenting unto his
death. And at that time there was a great persecution of
the Church which was at Jerusalem."
"In this," continued the lady, Saul took a very active
share. It is written in the 3rd verse that he made havoc
of the church, entering into every house, and haling men
and women committed them to prison." Saul afterwards
described himself as "a blasphemer and persecutor"
(1 Tim. xiii.) Nay more, he owned that he "persecuted
this way unto death." (Acts xxii. 4.)
He ought to have been killed his own self!" exclaimed
Robin, striking the table.
Oh Robin you know nothing about it !" cried Ida;
"Saul lived to be the holy apostle, St. Paul."
The mind of Harold was still dwelling on the idea
which had connected the martyrdom of Stephen with the
death of his own father. Mother," he said, do you think


that dying people often see sights such as Stephen saw,
holy people I mean ?"
"It is possible," was the reply, "though we cannot
speak with certainty on the subject. A poet has
"Leaving the earth, both worlds at once they view,
Who stand upon the threshold of the new."
There have been various instances of Christians showing
extraordinary joy at the time of departure; the face
lighted up with a smile, which lingered even after death."
"Do you not remember the story of the martyr, who
when he was burnt alive clapped his hands two or three
times in the flames," said Ida.
"A fact has recently come to my knowledge,"* said
Lady Laurie. A native of India, a Christian, was bitten
by a mad dog, in going to help his young son to turn it
out of the house. The furious creature sprang at the
father's throat, and wounded it as well as his hand. After
some days the poor man showed decided symptoms of
"What's that?" asked Robin, to whom the long name
was a new one. "A terrible illness, which sometimes
follows the bite of a mad dog, and which is almost sure to
be fatal. It is impossible for the sufferer to drink, or
even endure the sight of water; he generally becomes
mad himself, and dies."
"Oh! the poor father!" cried Robin; "was he not
dreadfully frightened when he found that he was to have
such a shocking illness ?"
"No," replied Lady Laurie, "he was quite calm and
resigned. He knew that his sins were forgiven through
Christ; he said that he was ready, and desired that his
widow should not weep for his loss."
This really happened in 1883.


"Could he have.been a native of India ?" exclaimed
Harold, who, after the news brought by the telegram,
hated the very name.
"A Christian native," replied Lady Laurie. "Oh!
Harold, had there been many such, the Mutiny might
never have happened. Bibles might have prevented the
need of bayonets, missions have stopped all massacre in
unhappy India."
But Robin wanted the end of the story. "Did the
brave father die of the mad dog's bite ?" he inquired.
"Yes, after a short but terrible illness. Before the end
came, and it was for this that I have related the story, the
dying man said that four ministers had come. No one
but himself could see any. Some one near asked where
they were. The sufferer pointed upwards."
"They must have been angels," said Ida. "It makes
me think of that pretty verse,-
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which bids me not delay;
I see a hand ye cannot see
Which beckons me away."
Lady Laurie added in her soft voice the well known
lines of Pope,-
"Hark they whisper, angels say,
Sister spirit, come away !"

A softened expression came over the face of Harold;
he was thinking of his father, and hoping that in the
moment of death he might have been granted some
beautiful vision, or heard some heavenly voice. Lady
Laurie saw that the moment had come when Harold
could bear to be spoken to on the subject of forgiveness of
enemies. But it must not be in the presence of any but
"Ida," said the lady, after the family had, as usual,


knelt together for their closing devotions, "now take up
your little brother to bed, and hear him say his prayers."
"I don't want Ida to hear me say my prayers, I want
you," cried Robin, throwing his arms round the lady's
neck for what he called "a good tight hug."
"I will come to you presently, darling," said the
mother; "but now I want a little quiet talk with
Harold. Ida, take Robin up to bed."
"He can go by himself, he's not a baby; mayn't I stop
for the talk?" said Ida, who was unwilling to quit the
My child, prompt obedience is the best proof of love,"
said Lady Laurie, who had often to speak twice to .Ida.
The girl did not venture to make further remonstrance,
but slowly left the room with the child, after he had
repeated his hug to Lady Laurie, and given another as
hearty to Harold, of whom he was exceedingly fond.
"It is a grand thing to be a martyr like Stephen,"
observed Harold; "it seems to a Christian like what
getting the Victoria Cross must be to a soldier, a very
great honour indeed."
Stephen did not obtain his Victoria Cross till he had
fought his good fight," observed Lady Laurie.
"You mean till he had bravely confessed Christ before
all those murderous Jews."
"Not only that, but till he had conquered himself, till
he had overcome the anger which rises up against cruelty
and wrong, and had forgiven and prayed for these murder-
ous men."
"Mother, I can imagine it possible to do that if-if they
were killing me only!" exclaimed Harold; "but if they
hurt any one whom I love, I could never-never forgive.
I do not believe that any one could."
Such grace has been given to Christians," observed
Lady Laurie.


"After the statesman, Mr. Percival, had been murdered,
it is related that his widow knelt down with her children,
and prayed for the man who had killed her husband."
"It is not in human nature," muttered Harold.
No, my son, it is not in human nature," rejoined Lady
You don't wish to have me unnatural! cried Harold
Hartley. I feel as if I should like to have a sword, and
go to Lahupore, and kill every black man that I met."
"I do not wish you to be unnatural, Harold, but I long
for you to have that new nature which is born of the
Spirit. This is the meaning of the Lord's words, except a
man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God.
Those who are thus new-born are given power to follow
the example of the Lord who prayed for those who had
just driven the nails into His blessed hands and feet."
"I am afraid that I am such a bad fellow that I shall
never be like that," said Harold. "I shall never pray for
those who killed my father."
Who was the real cause of his death ?" asked Lady
"I don't know-there was no man's name given,"
replied Harold.
Yet some one caused this crime, and all other crimes
that have been committed on earth."
"Do you mean the devil ? asked the boy.
"Yes, Harold, and remember that these poor heathen
natives of India, living in darkness, are his slaves, his
miserable slaves. Satan could only harm your dear
father's body, but the Evil One is destroying the souls of
these wretched men. He is dragging them down to end-
less misery. Could you not pray that Satan should not
have his will, that his kingdom in India should fall ? "
"I would pray that with all my heart!" exclaimed


Then let us ask God that light may shine in the dark-
ness, that the chains of Satan's slaves may be broken, that
even the worst of these sinners may repent, as he who
consented to Stephen's death repented." Lady Laurie
knelt down as she finished the sentence, and Harold
silently followed her example.
Oh! Lord of mercy, have pity on India and her sinful
people," prayed the Christian lady. Crush the power of
Satan, let the blood of Thy martyrs be the seed of the
Church! Let no precious life have been given in vain.
Let the Gospel spread amongst the poor ignorant heathen,
and oh enable us to pity and not to hate. Enable us to
hasten by our prayers and our efforts that blessed time
when in India, and every other heathen land, the wolf
shall lie down with the lamb, and the fiercest persecutors
and blasphemers fall low at the feet of Thy adorable Son.
Grant this for His sake !"
Lady Laurie's tears fell fast as she prayed, but she was
thankful to hear Harold's low "Amen at the end of her




THE lady and Harold had scarcely risen from their knees
when Ida re-entered the room.
Mamma, I wish that you would speak to Robin, he is
so wilful," said the girl. "He will say 'Bless dear father'
in his prayer."
"Why should he not say it!" cried Harold almost
"I thought that you have told us, mamma, that it is
wrong to pray for the dead," said Ida.
It is useless," was the lady's reply. The state of the
departed may be shown by that of the ten virgins in the
parable, after the bridegroom had come. No entreaties of
friends would have opened the door for the foolish ones,
and the wise ones needed no prayers, for they had entered
into the brightness and joy of the wedding, and had
already all that could be asked for."
I could not bear to leave his name out of my prayers,"
said Harold with feeling
"There is no need to leave the dear name out, my
boy. Only change 'Bless my dear father' into 'I thank
Thee that Thou hast blessed my dear father,' 'for blessed
are the dead who die in the Lord.'"
Harold looked satisfied and soothed.
"Now, mamma, I want to ask you a question," said Ida,
who was of an intelligent, inquiring mind. Was it really
very sinful in Saul to persecute the Christians and approve


of the death of St. Stephen, when he honestly thought that
they were teaching a false religion? Had not God com-
manded the Israelites to punish those who wished to lead
others astray ?"
"Saul certainly acted in ignorance," replied Lady
Laurie; "but the whole question turns upon whether the
ignorance was wilful or not. Had not Saul evidence
enough to make him believe, if he had not been resolved
not to believe ?"
"I don't quite understand," said Ida.
"Saul, according to Mr. Birk's Chronology, was in Jeru-
salem six years after the resurrection of the Lord, when
many-witnesses of that resurrection must have been living.
He must have met with persons who had seen the miracles
of Christ; he may have even beheld Lazarus, who, six
years before, had himself been raised from the dead. Saul
was a student under the learned Gamaliel, who, from his
speech recorded in the fifth chapter of Acts, seems to have
been a liberal, clear-headed man; Saul would not have
learned bigotry from him."
"And yet Saul was as bigoted as any Jew could be,"
observed Harold.
"Then Saul, as a learned Pharisee, must have been well
acquainted with the Old Testament Scriptures, and could
have found sufficient proofs in them that the Lord Jesus
was indeed 'He of whom Moses and the prophets did
"I don't quite see that," observed Ida.
"Let us sit down again, my child, and re-open our
Bibles. Let us place ourselves in the position of a student
of the Scriptures in the days of Saul of Tarsus. Turn first
to the ninth chapter of Daniel, and let Harold read aloud
the beginning of the twenty-sixth verse."
Harold reads-"' After threescore and two weeks shall
Messiah be cut off, but not for Himself.' But the name


of the Lord Jesus is not in the verse; why is He called
Messiah ?"
"Messiah means anointed, as also does the name
Christ. Kings and priests were anointed with oil.
Christ is both king and priest, and was anointed with the
Holy Spirit. Saul and all intelligent Jews would under-
stand the verse as meaning, the Anointed One shall die."
But what do the weeks mean ? asked Ida; I thought
that the Lord came to earth hundreds of years after
Daniel died."
"A day in prophetical language usually stands for a
year, a week for seven years," was the reply. "Before
Christ's coming there was amongst pious Jews, like Simeon,
an expectation of His appearing. Saul seems neither to
have noticed the time appointed, nor the prophecy that
'Messiah was to be cut off."
"Were there many other such prophecies ?" asked Ida.
Turn over just to a few of them. You and Harold
shall read them out alternately. Look out Micah, ver. 2,
for the prophecy regarding the place of Christ's birth."
Ida reads-"' But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though
thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of
thee shall He come forth unto Me that is to be the ruler
of Israel, whose goings forth have been of old from ever-
Harold. From everlasting What would Saul and
the Jews, who were so angry at the Saviour calling Him-
self the Son of God, think of such a verse as that ?
Ida. I remember that when the learned men quoted
that verse to show Herod that the Messiah would be born
in Bethlehem, they left out altogether that last part of
the verse. I suppose that they did not know what to
make of the declaration that Christ's goings forth have
been of old from everlasting. That verse showed that He
could not have been a mere man.


Lady Laurie. As puzzling to the unbelieving Jews
must have been this verse in the eleventh Psalm, Thou
art My Son, this day have I begotten Thee."
Ida. Or this in my favourite forty-fifth Psalm, "Thy
throne, O God, is for ever and ever; the sceptre of Thy
kingdom is a righteous sceptre; Thou lovest righteousness
and hatest wickedness, therefore God, Thy God, hath
anointed Thee with the oil of gladness above Thy
Harold. That must have been written of Christ, who is
God, yet has men for His fellows." I did not know that
we could find out from the Old Testament as well as the
New, that the Saviour is God indeed.
Lady L. Try and remember two special Old Testament
verses by each of which both the divinity and humanity
of Christ can be proved, I mean that he is both God and
Ida, after reflection. I cannot remember such verses,
unless they be those that we have been reading.
Harold. I have found one-the Christmas verse, the
one which mother gave me to paint for the school. "For
unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given. And the
government shall be upon His shoulders. And His name
shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, THE MIGHTY GOD,
THE EVERLASTING FATHER, the Prince of Peace." That
verse is in the ninth chapter of Isaiah.
Ida. I do not know where to look for the second verse
which you mentioned.
Lady L. Turn to Zechariah xiii. 7th verse, it is a verse
quoted in the gospel as relating to Christ.
Ida reads-Awake, 0 sword, against my Shepherd,
and against the Man that is My fellow, saith the Lord of
Hosts. Smite the Shepherd, and the sheep shall be
Harold. The MAN, and yet GoD's FELLOW; the Shep-


herd who was to be smitten! How could any Jew reading
such Old Testament Scriptures not see that the Saviour
for whom they looked must be God as well as Man?
Ida. But Saul did not believe that the Lord Jesus was
the Person thus described in the Bible. How could the
Jew have been sure ?
Lady L. Saul, had he not been blinded by prejudice
and bigotry, might have seen how exactly the Lord's life
and death fulfilled prophecies written hundreds of years
before the event. The twenty-second Psalm is one striking
prophecy, telling of the piercing of hands and feet, though
crucifixion was a punishment unknown to the Jews when
the Psalm was written by David. Isaiah liii. describes
the scourging, Isaiah li. the shame and the spitting which
the Saviour endured for our sakes. In the wonderful
prophecy in Zechariah xi. the exact sum received by
Judas for betraying his Master is mentioned, and the very
use to which the blood-money was put. Ida, read the
12th and 13th verses aloud.
Ida did so, and then observed, "I do not think that any
one could have understood such a very strange prophecy
as this, till all came to pass so very exactly."
Harold. I wonder whether Saul ever had read it.
Lady L. He doubtless had read it, as well as the other
prophecies contained in the Scriptures.
Ida. Then indeed it was strange that he did not
Lady L. Suppose that we had received a letter giving
us due notice that the Queen would visit us here, and
come in humble guise. Suppose then that our Sovereign
appeared about the time when we had been led to expect
her, not wearing a crown, not in any great state, but with
official papers signed and sealed, stating that she was
indeed our Queen.
Ida. What do you mean by the papers ?


Lady L. I mean the miracles performed by our Lord,
performed in open day, some in the sight of hundreds-
even thousands of people.
Like the miracle of the feeding of the five thousand,"
said Harold.
Lady L. Suppose that in addition to this evidence, we
had a large picture of the Queen (I am alluding now to
the prophecies), in which every feature was exactly like
that of her who claimed to be our Sovereign Lady; should
we have the smallest excuse for saying, This is not our
Queen," any excuse for despising, rejecting, insulting, and
casting her out of the palace ?
Harold. Oh! mother, these unbelieving Jews had no
excuse at all. They must have been simply determined
not to believe.
Ida. I only wonder why God forgave Saul after he had
shown such hardness of heart !
Lady L. Let us close our meeting by reading his own
words in the first of his letters to his beloved young
disciple, Timothy. The lady turned to the 1st chapter of
1st Timothy and read aloud in the 13th, 15th, and 16th
verses, St. Paul's own description of himself. Who was
before a blasphemer and a persecutor, and injurious, but
I obtained mercy because I did it ignorantly in unbelief.
This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation,
that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of
whom I am chief. Howbeit for this cause I obtained
mercy, that in me first Jesus Christ might show forth all
long-suffering, for a pattern to those which should here-
after believe on Him to life everlasting."
The Bible-reading and Lady Laurie's prayer had not
been without their effect on the agitated mind of
Harold Hartley. He could have endured nothing that
came in the form of amusement; he would have shrunk
even from much expression of pity. But the solemn


passages relating to a crucified Saviour took him for the
time out of himself; and the account of the blessed peace
of the martyred Stephen made the fate of his own
father appear less unutterably dreadful. In the night,
indeed, the poor boy was haunted by feverish dreams; he
heard the roll of the horrible Indian drum, and fancied
that he saw murderous crowds approaching; yet even
with those'dark forms seemed mixed those of white-robed
angels. Harold dreamed that he saw his father kneeling,
and looking up with radiant joy, and that he heard from
the missionary's lips the prayer, "Lord! lay not this sin
to their charge!" Harold awoke, indeed, with a heavy
weight on his heart, but still he was able to bless the
Lord who had given to His servant the crown of life
which He has prepared for all who love Him.



THE next day, which was Saturday, was a very dreary
one for poor Harold. The hands of the clock seemed
to move more slowly than they ever had-moved before.
The fatherless boy could settle down to no occupation; if
he took up a book he was unable to grasp its meaning.
He did not care for his garden; he would not touch his
carpentering tools. The dismal preparation for putting
himself and his brother into mourning added to the sense
of gloom. Yet it hurt Harold more to hear Robin
whistling merrily on the staircase as if nothing had
happened, and Ida practising scales on the piano until
her thoughtful mother stopped her. Harold was glad
when the glaring July sun went down at last, he almost
wondered how it could shine so brightly upon a world so
full of sorrow and sin. The quiet hour for Bible-reading
was welcome to Harold; there was nothing then to jar on
his feelings. When seating himself by his mother-like
friend, Harold seemed to enter a little sanctuary made
holy by the presence of God.
Lady L. We are now going to read one of the most
interesting passages of Bible history. Do you remember
that there are three accounts in Scripture of the con-
version of St. Paul ?
Harold. I can only remember two; that in the ninth
chapter of Acts, and that in Paul's speech before Agrippa.
Ida. Oh! do you not remember that he also told the



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Jews all about his conversion when he stood on some
stairs, in the midst of a terrible riot ?
Lady L. Now I propose that while I read aloud from
the ninth chapter, Ida should have before her the account
in the twenty-second, and you, Harold, that in the twenty-
sixth, so that each giving some extra detail, should, as it
were, fill up the picture.
Robin. And what am I to do ? I don't want to be
left out.
Lady L. You shall bring me the map, and I will show
you the two places, Jerusalem and Damascus, of which
we are going to read.
Robin runs for the Bible atlas, and Lady Laurie
finds the right map.
Robin. There, I 'll keep my two fingers on the two spots.
Lady L. You see that Damascus is a city nearly 150
miles to the north of Jerusalem. Can any of you
remember the place in the Bible where the first mention
is made of Damascus ?
Silence follows the question.
Lady L. Do you remember the name of Abraham's
faithful servant who went to find a wife for Isaac ?
Ida and Harold almost together. Eliezer of Damascus.
Lady L. Thus you see that there was a place called
Damascus about 3700 years ago.
Ida. It must be the oldest city in the world.
Lady L. Perhaps the oldest city now standing. Can
any of you tell me of any other remarkable person who
came from Damascus?
Again silence follows the question.
Lady L. Damascus was the capital of Syria. Who
remembers a Syrian general?
Harold. The wicked Hazael who murdered his master,
King Benhadad, and afterwards showed such cruelty to
the people of Israel.


Lady L. There is another whom even our little Robin
may remember. Tell me, Robin, who was the leper who
dipped seven times in the river Jordan and was made whole.
Robin, eagerly. Naaman the Syrian, who went where
the little slave girl from Israel told him to go.
Lady L. Thus we have interesting ancient historical
recollections connected with Damascus. The place itself
is beautifully situated. So much so that it has been com-
pared to Paradise itself. The Damascus roses are famous.
Now let us commence our reading.
Reads-And Saul, yet breathing out threatening and
slaughter against the disciples of the Lord, went unto the
High Priest and desired of him letters to Damascus to
the synagogues, that if he found any of this way, whether
they were men or women, he might bring them bound
unto Jerusalem.
Ida. I see that St. Paul says in the twenty-second chap-
ter that all the estate of the elders" gave letters as well
as the High Priest.
Harold reads-Authority and commission from the chief
Ida. They must have put great trust in Saul.
Harold. They thought that he hated Christians just as
much as they themselves did.
Lady L. reads-And as he journeyed he came near
Damascus, and suddenly there shined about him a light
from Heaven.
Ida. It was about noon," and the light was "a great
Harold. "Above the brightness of the sun."
Lady L. reads-And he fell to the earth.
Harold. I see that it was not only Saul who fell to the
earth, but all his companions also.
Ida. In this chapter St. Paul says, They that were
with me saw indeed the light, and were afraid."



Lady L. But only Saul himself saw the Lord Jesus.
Harold. Did Saul see the Lord Jesus ? That is not
put in this chapter.
Ida. Nor in that which I have to read.
Lady L. Turn to the fifteenth chapter of 1 Corinthians.
Paul (the same, you know, as Saul) writes in the eighth
verse concerning the risen Lord, last of all he was seen
of me also.
Harold. I never thought of looking for St. Paul's history
in his letters.
Lady L. If you do not do so you will miss much. The
epistles contain various particulars of what happened to
the Apostle, which you will find nowhere else. Now let
us go on with the story without interruption till we come
to the end of the passage.

"And he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying unto
him, Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me? And he said,
Who art Thou, Lord ? And the Lord said, I am Jesus
whom thou persecutest. It is hard for thee to kick against
the pricks.
And he, trembling and astonished, said, Lord, what
wilt thou have me to do ? And the Lord said unto him,
Arise, and go into the city, and it shall be told thee
what thou must do. And the men which journeyed
with him stood speechless, hearing a voice, but seeing
no man.
"And Saul arose from the earth; and when his eyes
were opened he saw no man; but they led him by the
hand, and brought him into Damascus. And he was three
days without sight, and neither did eat nor drink."
Lady L. Now, Ida, from your chapter can you add any-
thing to this account ?
Ida, How is this ? We read just now that Saul's corn-


panions heard a voice, and here St. Paul says, "They
heard not the voice of Him that spake to me."
Lady L. I do not think that the two passages are at all
difficult to explain. St. Paul's companions heard a sound,
but they did not make out any words. So, when in answer
to Christ's prayer, Father glorify Thy name !" there came
a voice from Heaven, "I have both glorified it, and will
glorify it again," some people said that it thundered.
They heard, indeed, an awful sound, but could not distin-
guish articulate words.
Ida. Here is an interesting particular. Paul tells what
it was that struck him blind. "I could not see for the
glory of that light."
Harold. And in my chapter I have a great deal more
of what the Lord said to poor, blind, trembling Saul as he
lay in the dust before Him.
Reads-Rise and stand upon thy feet, for I have appeared
unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a
witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of
those things in which I will appear unto thee, delivering
thee from the people, and from the Gentiles, unto whom
I now send thee, to open their eyes, and to turn them
from darkness to light, and from the power of Satan unto
Lady L. What wonderful mercy, what tender grace,
did the Lord display in His dealings with the once proud
persecutor. The Saviour would not leave Saul one hour
in despair. Christ spoke to him of a future glorious work
as He might have spoken to His faithful disciples, Peter
or John. The Lord had just turned Saul from darkness
to light, from the power of Satan to that of God, and He
assures the poor trembling penitent that he shall be a
means of converting others.
Harold. And Saul actually saw the Lord,-saw Him,
perhaps, with the very look which He turned upon Peter,


when that apostle had denied his Master with oaths and
Ida. I do like to think of that word, Why persecutest
thou Me ? The Lord considers any wrong to His people
as done to Himself.
Robin. He minds what bad people are doing in India.
The little boy's simple remark struck a chord in the
hearts of two of those who heard him. The Lord was,
indeed, watching all the sad events passing in the East,
counting injuries to His servants as done to Himself,
regarding each drop of Christian blood shed as His
Ida. I wonder if any of Saul's companions were con-
Lady L. There is nothing to lead us to think that they
Ida. But they saw a light from heaven, heard a sound,
and were frightened, and fell to the ground.
Robin. They didn't say, What wilt Thou have us to
do ?"
Lady L. It strikes me that the difference between Saul
and his comrades is like that between real and nominal
Robin. What does that mean ?
Lady L. A nominal Christian is one who is a Christian
only in name ;-alas multitudes of such are to be found
even here in happy England. Such people see some light,
for they read the Bible; but they do not look up to, and
love a personal Saviour. They hear something, for they
listen to sermons; but the Word of Truth does not find
its way into their hearts. They may have some fear of
God, but not the deep love of those who know that they
have been forgiven.
Harold. As Robin said, they do not cry, "Lord! what
wilt thou have me to do ?"


Lady L. Ah my children, what is real conversion but
seeing Christ as our own Saviour, listening to His voice
as that of our own dear Master, and then humbly, faith-
fully, asking the question, What wilt thou have me to
do ?" with fixed resolve, by the Spirit's help, to do it !
Ida. Shall we take Saul's question as our motto for
next week ?
Lady L. Would that we all might take it as our motto
through life!
Harold. I was just thinking that I would keep away
from church to-morrow, for I hate meeting people just
now,-and that I would ask you to let me off attending
the day-school on Monday; but perhaps going to church,
and studying hard in my class, are the very things that
the Lord would have me to do.
Lady L. I think that you judge rightly, my son.
Harold. But these are such very little duties. One
would rather have something given one to do that is
grand and noble.
Lady L. The first thing given to Saul to do was very
small and simple indeed. It was merely "Go to Damascus,"
the city that lay straight before him. So the duty imme-
diately before us is our Damascus, however trifling it may
seem to our view; from it we may be called to wider
spheres of usefulness, self-denial, and glory.



" DON'T make a noise like that, kicking your heels against
the leg of the table, as if you didn't know that it is
Sunday," cried Ida on the following afternoon, glancing
up from her book with displeasure at Robin, who was
perched on the edge of the school-room table.
"I've done what I could. I've been to church, and
learnt my verse, and fed the pigeons. You've not done
what you ought to do; you've not read to old deaf
Mrs. Gaffer, who can't get to church."
"You're a saucy, impertinent boy," cried Ida, all the
more provoked because there was some truth in the child's
You know that mother told you that she would like
you to read the Bible to old Mrs. Gaffer, while she is
busy with her Sunday class; but you just amuse yourself
with a book, and Robin kicked the leg of the table more
vigorously than before.
' "Mind your own business !" cried Ida, with raised voice
and heightened colour.
"I've no business to mind," said practical Robin. "I
can't read to the blind old woman like you, or write out
the sermon like Harold."
"You do nothing but worry other people !" cried Ida,
as Robin finished his speech by another strong kick.


You're a cross- but here Robin was interrupted
in saying what was better left unsaid, by Lady Laurie's
entering the school-room.
"What have we here !" cried the lady; "loud voices
and angry looks Is this the way in which my children
observe the holy day of rest !"
"Didn't Ida agree that she'd say all the week 'What
wouldst Thou have me to do ?' and she won't read to Mrs.
Gaffer. That's what she's bid to do, and she won't do it,
and then she's cross with me."
"Robin, Robin, there is one thing which we all are
bidden to do, one command of the Lord which we all are
called to obey. I fear that you both have forgotten it.
Ida, what is the Saviour's New Command?"
Love one another," replied the unwilling girl. But
Robin is the most worrying, troublesome boy in the
world !"
"And is Ida Laurie the most patient, unselfish girl in
the world ? asked the gentle mother.
Ida coloured to the roots of her flaxen hair.
Come now, let me see which of my children has best
learned yesterday's lesson; which of them, having received
such an answer to the question, 'What wouldst Thou have
me to do ?' is the most ready to obey it !"
Robin jumped down from the table, half upsetting it by
his rough way of doing so, and running up to Ida, held up
his round ruddy face for a kiss.
To stoop down and give it was a harder struggle to Ida.
But she was a girl with a conscience, and honestly wished
to do what was right. So she touched little Robin's cheek
with her lips.
"Now, Robin, bring your Bible picture-book," said
Lady Laurie; "shall I tell you some of the beautiful
stories ?"
Robin, quite tired of idleness, was delighted with the


offer. As Robin rushed off for the book Ida glanced at
her mother, and the girl's conscience smote her,
for Lady Laurie looked so much tired, and after hold-
ing a Bible-class in the village, needed a little quiet
and rest.
Shall I, instead of you, tell the Bible stories to
Robin ?" said Ida, in rather a hesitating tone, for she
would have much preferred going on with her reading.
"Thank you, my love," said Lady Laurie, handing
to her daughter the picture-book which Robin had
"I'd rather have mother," said bluff Robin, who did
not like the arrangement.
But, my Robin, mother has a headache to-day, Friday
tired her so much," said Lady Laurie. "It is kind of Ida
to offer to tell you Bible stories instead of reading her
The gentle words fell as oil on troubled waters. Ida,
with her little companion seated on a footstool beside her
found it a really pleasant occupation to recount Bible
stories to a bright intelligent child, whilst her weary
mother, quiet in the drawing-room, fell asleep on the sofa.
When Robin, after twenty minutes spent over the pictures
ran off to the garden, Ida, instead of resuming her book,
went out to read the Bible to poor old Bess Gaffer, who
lived in a cottage almost close to the gate. The conscious-
ness of having performed little duties gave Ida more
pleasure than indulging her selfish inclinations would
have done.
The Vicar had spoken truly. Ida was being trained
amongst flowers. More of sweetness would be dropped
into the white waxen comb which would be so goodly
and fair if but filled with the honey of loving-kindness.
It was with a brighter expression on her face than
it usually wore that Ida came to the evening reading.


Lady Laurie. Now let us commence at the tenth verse
of the ninth chapter of Acts. My Ida shall take the first



And there was a certain disciple at Damascus, named
Ananias, and to him said the Lord in a vision, Ananias,
and he said, Behold I am here, Lord.


And the Lord said unto him, Arise, and go into the
street which is called Straight, and inquire in the house
of Judas for one called Saul of Tarsus; for behold he
prayeth, and hath seen in a vision a man named Ananias
coming in, and putting his hand upon him that he might
receive his sight. *
Harold. Surely it was no new thing for Saul to pray ?
I thought that the Pharisees, and he was one, made long
Lady L. Saul's was now the prayer of humility, it was
now the prayer of faith, and was doubtless uttered in the
name of God's dear Son. As regards true faith and
humility, before the Pharisee's conversation it could not
have been said that he prayeth."
Robin. If I'd been that man in Damascus, I wouldn't
have liked to go to Saul. I'd have been afraid that he
was pretending, and would catch me if I went to him,
and shut me up in prison.
Harold. You will hear that Ananias was afraid.

Then Ananias answered, Lord, I have heard by many
of this man, how much evil he hath done to Thy saints at
Jerusalem, and here he hath authority from the chief
priests to bind all that call on Thy name.
But the Lord said unto him, Go thy way, for he is a
chosen vessel unto Me to bear My name before the
Gentiles, and kings, and the children of Israel, for I will
show him how great things he must suffer for My sake.
Harold. I should have thought that the Lord would
have said what great things he will do for My sake.
It is an interesting fact that a school for the blind has been
established by Christians in "a street called Straight" in Damascus.
Another pleasing fact is that in Damascus there is now a Dep6t of a
Bible Society.


Lady L. These words have always struck me as being
most encouraging to those who seem to be able to do
little but suffer. The Lord, even with a gifted apostle,
seems to place patient endurance above active work. We
all admire the energetic zealous labourer; but who can
say that such will have a higher place in heaven than
some meek sufferer, who has only been able to glorify God
by patience and submission on a bed of pain.
Ida. Oh! mamma, could half-deaf, half-blind Mrs.
Gaffer, though she is so patient and good, ever come near
to St. Paul?
Lady L. No mortal can with certainty answer that
question. When the Lord was asked who would be
greatest in the kingdom of heaven, He called a little child
as an example of humility.
Harold. And almost the highest praise that the Lord
ever gave, was when He spoke of a poor widow who had
only two mites in the world.
Robin. I want to hear if the Damascus man went to
poor Saul, who was praying, and crying, and eating
nothing at all.

And Ananias went his way, and entered into the house,
and putting his hands on him said, Brother Saul, the
Lord, even Jesus, that appeared unto thee in the way as
thou camest, hath sent me, that thou mightest receive
thy sight, and be filled with the Holy Ghost.
And immediately there fell from his eyes as it had
been scales, and he received sight forthwith, and arose
and was baptised. And when he had received meat he
was strengthened.
Robin. Oh! how happy Saul must have been! But
why did the Damascus man call him "brother" when he
was not his brother at all ?


Lady L. Because all who are in Christ are one great
family, whether or not they be relatives by birth.
Robin. Just as we three are all one family, and you
love us all alike. But why did the Lord send that man
to cure Saul's eyes; could He not have made Saul see by
just speaking a word Himself ?
Lady L. It is usually the Lord's pleasure to work
through feeble mortals. He does not need us in the least,
but He graciously wills to employ us. It was an honour
to Ananias to be sent with a message to poor, blind,
penitent Saul.
Robin. Then it is an honour to Ida to be sent to poor
old blind Mrs. Gaffer ?
Lady Laurie's unhesitating "Certainly it is," rather
surprised Ida Laurie. She had looked on visits to the
afflicted old Christian as a duty, rather an unpleasant
duty; but that it should be an honour to a well-dressed,
pretty young lady, who knew Music and French, to be
sent to read to a ploughman's widow, in a poor little
cottage, had never entered into her mind.
Lady L. Let us continue our chapter.

And straightway he preached Christ in the synagogues,
that he is the Son of God. But all that heard Him were
amazed, and said, Is not this He that destroyed them
which called on this name in Jerusalem, and came hither
for that intent that he might bring them bound unto the
chief priests ?
Harold. They must have been astonished, indeed.
Saul's change was as wonderful, I think, as Lazarus being
raised from the dead.
Lady L. There is some resemblance between the two
miracles. Saul was raised from a state of spiritual death
to the glory of God, by the voice of the Saviour.


But Saul increased the more in strength, and confounded
the Jews which dwelt in Damascus, proving that this is
very Christ. And after that many days were fulfilled, the
Jews took counsel to kill him.
Lady L. Let us stop for a few moments. Can any of
you tell me how many days were fulfilled ?
Ida. There is no mention in the Bible.
Lady L. Here is another of the passages in St. Paul's
life in which we gain information from his epistles. But
for the Apostle's letter to the Galatians, we should never
have known that shortly after his conversion he visited
Arabia. Turn to the first chapter of that epistle, and
read the second part of the 16th verse, and that which

Immediately I conferred not with flesh and blood,
neither went I up to Jerusalem to them that were
apostles before me, but I went into Arabia, and returned
again unto Damascus.
Ida. Why did Paul go into Arabia?
Lady L. Possibly for solemn communion with God,
before beginning his great missionary work. Can any of
you remember two great saints who, in Horeb in Arabia,
were, in solitude, permitted to draw so very near to the
Lord as to hold solemn converse with the Most High ?
Harold. Moses, when he saw the bush burning with
fire, and yet not consumed.
Ida. And afterwards, when he went up twice alone to
the heights of the Mount.
Harold. And Elijah, when after a fire and a whirlwind,
he heard the still small voice, and hid his face in his


Lady L. How long Paul remained in Arabia we know
not, nor whether he too visited Horeb; but the letter to
the Galatians informs us that he did not revisit Jerusalem
till three years after his conversion.
Harold. Mother, I feel that I am very ignorant, indeed,
about the Epistles of St. Paul. I think that I will begin
them, and read them steadily all through.
Lady L. You will be like one going through a rich
mine of jewels, where every step will show you some new
and precious gem. The Epistles are a very treasury of
Divine wisdom, shining in the light of Divine love.



"I COULD not help running over to give you the news "
exclaimed a voice, which every one recognized as Miss
Petty's. She came eagerly into the room, too impatient
to ring the bell. Miss Petty came with her blue veil
and her green parasol in her hand, though it was
long past sunset, and the maid had just brought in
the lamp.
"What news-good or bad?" exclaimed Lady Laurie,
hastily rising, for the sad telegram seen on the previous
Friday had made her nervous.
"Good or bad!" repeated Miss Petty; "well, that's as
it may be, it's hard to say." She shook hands with Lady
Laurie, nodded to the children, and took a seat. "Ah!
Harold, I'm glad to see you more composed. We must
all submit, you know "-
"You said that you brought news ?" interrupted Lady
Laurie, anxious to take the attention of the tormentor
from her poor boy.
"Oh! this dreadful Mutiny turns everything upside
down, even our house could not escape. A lieutenant in
a native regiment married our cousin-fancy a lieutenant
having the imprudence to marry! And so she, and all
her three children "-Miss Petty paused, in order to enjoy
Lady Laurie's look of anxious suspense.
"Not killed, I trust!" faltered the lady.


"Killed Oh dear, no; of course they were sent double
quick out of the country, got free passage in a troop ship,
were half-boiled in the Red Sea, and grilled in the desert,
for it's a shocking season to come from India. We did
not even know they were coming, when quite suddenly
the whole party landed on us half-an-hour ago, with such
a mountain of luggage that one can hardly turn round in
the hall!"
On hearing that Miss Petty's news was nothing very
dreadful, Harold Hartley made a quiet retreat out of the
"It put us out most dreadfully," continued Miss Theresa
Petty. It was very inconsiderate in Delia Smith, but she
had not one shilling to rub against another, so could not,
she says, stop at a hotel when she landed to-day. My
brother, the Doctor, had actually to pay for her fly from
the station !"
"Poor lady!" ejaculated Lady Laurie.
"You may well say 'poor lady'" cried Miss Theresa.
"Three children, the eldest only three years of age, all with
boils on their heads, and sores in their eyes,-and com-
plexions like turnips! You never saw such a wretched
set in your life! And Delia herself looks quite washed
out, as limp as wetted blotting-paper She does nothing
but cry for the husband whom she has left behind-probably
to be murdered. I am sure I don't know what to make of
them all! We've to cram them into the little spare room.
My brother, the Doctor, and I never had such a worry in
the course of our lives !"
Ida turned away to the window to hide a smile. She
had no great compassion for Miss Theresa, and could not
help thinking that she might as well have stopped to help
a poor weak mother in looking after three sick children,
and unpacking a mountain of luggage, as have run off to
tell every one of her troubles.


"I hope soon to call and see poor Mrs. Smith," said
Lady Laurie; "but to-morrow I must go up to town for
the day to complete some necessary business which I left
unfinished on Friday."
"The worst of all is that Delia has brought a black
creature with her," said Miss Petty.
"A cat or a dog ?" asked Robin.
Not a cat or dog, but a bearer."
"A bear !" exclaimed Robin, opening his brown eyes
very wide, and wondering whether the beast was to share
the little spare room with the lady and children. He was
quite sure that Miss Petty would keep it out of the
"Stupid child! a bearer is a black man! I can't
bear the sight of the creature! We must get rid of
him as soon as possible; but he seems to be a kind
of nursery-maid to the children. We must lock him
up in the stable at night, or I am sure that we shall
all be murdered !"
Robin looked grave; he thought that a bearer must
be something like a bear, at least in fierceness of
It was a real relief to Lady Laurie when Miss Petty
hurried off to tell her news to Mrs. Miller and the Bullens,
who might, without any great loss, have waited till Mon-
day to hear it.
On the following day, Lady Laurie started at dawn
by an early train, so as to be back by sunset. Harold
rose very early to see her off, and carry her bag to
the station, for the lady kept no conveyance. She
had given up her pony-chaise when she had adopted
the missionary's sons; but they never knew why she had
done so.
Mother, I am going to study hard in school to-day,"
said Harold, "that I may the sooner cease to be a burden


on you. I think that is what he would have wished me
to do."
Harold kept his word, though it was difficult for him to
keep his attention on his tasks. He returned home by a
different path from that which he usually took, for he
wished to avoid being joined on the way by his merry
Young Hartley had almost reached Dame Gaffer's cot-
tage, which was not fifty yards from the gate of Willow-
dale Lodge, when he heard, beyond a bend in the road,
such a noise of hooting and yelling that he thought that
men and boys must be in pursuit of some mad dog which
was running in his direction. The next moment there
came in view a white-robed, turbaned native of India,
trying to escape from a rude rabble of village lads, and
two or three school-boys, who were evidently bent on
hunting him down as if he were a beast of prey.
The poor Hindu looked terribly frightened, sometimes
running, sometimes stopping and turning round, with
the palms of his hands pressed together, as if to implore
for mercy.
Halloa! what are you after !" exclaimed Harold, as he
saw one of his schoolfellows in pursuit stoop to pick up a
large stone, with evident intent to fling it at the unfortu-
nate stranger.
"Harold, you're the last to stand up for the nigger !"
cried Tom Miller, pausing with the stone in his hand.
He's one of the wretches who killed your own father. If
I were in your place I'd pummel his head, knock him
down, and jump upon him-I would !"
Harold felt his cheeks glow like fire at the words; but
what Lady Laurie had said to him about' forgiveness had
not been spoken in vain. Besides, the English boy could
not stand tamely by and see a helpless stranger maltreated.
"Back with you all !" cried Harold, in a tone of com-


mand; "it's unmanly to hunt him thus, however bad he
may be."
But the rabble were unwilling to desist from their
cowardly attack. Tom Miller's stone came hurtling
through the air, though it fell happily short of its mark.
The yelling and the rush were renewed. Harold caught
the poor native by the arm,-drew him within the cottage,
then instantly shut and bolted the door.
The old widow within, seated on her rush-bottomed
chair, pealing potatoes, looked startled and rather fright-
ened at the sudden intrusion, and the yells which even her
dull ears could hear. The Hindu fell on his knees and
poured forth mingled thanks and entreaties in the tongue
of his country.
Oh! how strange to Harold sounded that tongue. It
was by no means unfamiliar, for the boy had not left India
till he was seven years old, and had spoken the language
with fluency and correctness. Harold had, indeed, never
heard it spoken since his arrival in England, but he had
scarcely forgotten it at all. Mr. Hartley, who had cherished
a hope that his first-born might one day join him in the
Mission field, had desired him to keep up his knowledge
of Hindoostani by reading a little every day in his Roman-
Urdu Bible. It was like a voice from dream-land to
Harold to hear the language again, and after the news
from India, the sight of one of its natives gave him acute
pain. But young Hartley's course of duty was clear. He
must protect the persecuted, and not give way to pre-
judice, or a cruel thirst for revenge. To the great surprise
of the Hindu, Harold told him in Urdu to fear nothing,
for that he would see him safe home.
The cottage window, which was open on account of the
heat, was crowded outside with faces. Had it not been
too small to admit even a boy, some of the rabble would
have tried to climb in.


"I say, Hartley speaks the fellow's own jabber!"
exclaimed Tom; "I wonder he does not kick the nigger
out, instead of talking to him like that."
"You'd better be off, all of you!" cried Harold, "or
I'll report you to the police. It's not like Englishmen to
set on an unarmed fellow. If you want to fight natives,
be off to India and fight them !"
It was a little time before the space in front of the
widow's cottage was thoroughly cleared. When the last
of the rabble had disappeared, Harold asked the native his
name, and inquired how he came to be in the country.
The Hindu said that his name was Prem Das, and that
he had come with Ismith Sahiba, as he called Mrs. Smith.
He had always been faithful to his Sahib, and had come
across the "black-water," the title given by Indians to
the sea, which they dread, to take care of the Baba log, in
India the common name for children.
When Harold was able to take a calm look at the
native, even to a prejudiced eye there was nothing repul-
sive in his appearance. There was no one in Foreham, or
many miles round it, of form so graceful, or features cast
in such a mould of delicate beauty. Prem Das's fine eyes,
shaded by long dark lashes, had a mild expression which
made it difficult to imagine him as belonging to a
murderous race. Harold felt glad that he had arrived in
time to save the stranger from serious harm.
After waiting for awhile in the cottage, Harold fulfilled
his promise of escorting Prem DAs to Foreham Villa, the
residence of the village doctor and his sister, Miss Petty.
The youth and his protege had to pass some dwellings on
the way, and it was very disagreeable indeed to Harold to
hear remarks made by two men standing at the door of a
public-house, on his being seen in company with a native
of India. The meeting was the common subject of con-
versation in every tap-room, and over their greasy penny


papers artisans and labourers talked of slaughter and
But when in the evening Harold walked home from the
station with Lady Laurie, and told her of his adventure, it.
was a sweet reward to meet her gaze turned upon him
with loving approval, and to hear her say, My boy, you
did what your merciful, forgiving Lord would have you to
Lady Laurie reached home a good deal tired, but she
would not on that account give up the little Bible-


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Lady L. ROBIN, do you remember how much time passed
before St. Paul went back to Jerusalem?
Robin. Three years, and he went first to Arabia.
Lady L. Well remembered, my boy.
Robin. Perhaps Paul was afraid to go back to Jerusalem,
because the cruel Jews lived there, and they would be so
angry with him for leaving them, and loving the Lord
Jesus Christ.
Lady L. There were Jews in Damascus too, and they
were very angry indeed; we shall hear this evening that
St. Paul's life was in very great danger.
And after many days were fulfilled, the Jews took
counsel to kill him, but their lying in wait was known of
Saul. And they watched the gates night and day to kill
him. Then the disciples took him by night, and let him
down by the wall in a basket.
Robin. Oh was not he frightened lest the rope should
break, or any Jew come by chance that way, and find him
out and kill him.
Harold. I don't believe that St. Paul was frightened.
Robin. We '11 ask him when we see him.
Ida. See him What do youmean?
Robin. Won't we all meet him in heaven if we love
the Lord? Mother often says that we shall. St. Paul
loved the Lord very much, and I love Him too, so why
should we not meet?


Ida. Robin has such very odd thoughts.
Harold. But I don't see that this is a foolish one.
Mother, do you not think that we-I mean that real
Christians-will meet with those of whom we read in
the Bible, and perhaps even be able to speak with
them ?
Lady L. The idea is not contrary to Scripture. Our
Lord spoke of many who should come from the East
and the West and sit down at His table with Abraham,
Isaac, and Jacob. This sitting down together gives the
idea of companionship, and with companionship naturally
comes conversation.
Harold. What a glorious thought it is that we may
speak even with St. Paul!
And when Paul was come to Jerusalem he essayed to
join himself to the disciples; but they were all afraid of
him, and believed not that he was a disciple.
Harold. We cannot wonder at them. In Jerusalem
there would be friends of St. Stephen, perhaps his widow,
perhaps his son! How could they be expected to receive
Saul of Tarsus, to eat with him-to endure the sight of
him! They could not forget who stood quietly by when
their loved one was murdered; they could not forget who
consented unto his death!
Robin. Did nobody tell them that Saul was very, very
sorry for what he had done?
Lady. L. Let us read a little further.
But Barnabas took him, and brought him to the
apostles, and declared unto them how he had seen the
Lord in the way, and that He had spoken unto him,
and how he had preached boldly at Damascus in the
name of Jesus.


Robin. Oh! I'm glad that kind man spoke up for poor
Harold. Who was this friend in need ?
Lady L. We find in the fourth chapter of Acts this
account of this generous-hearted, liberal man. Reads-
And Joses, who by the apostles was surnamed Barnabas,
which is, being interpreted, the son of consolation (marginal
reading of exhortation "), a Levite, and of the country of
Cyprus, having land, sold it, and brought the money and
laid it at the apostle's feet. We are also told in Acts xi.
that Barnabas was "a good man, and full of the Holy
Harold. Just the person to take by the hand one whom
nobody else would trust.
Ida. I should like to know which of the apostles
received the penitent Paul.
Lady L. You may have your wish gratified at once by
turning to what St. Paul wrote in the 18th and 19th verses
of the first chapter of his Epistle to the Galatians.

Then after three years I went up to Jerusalem to see
Peter, and abode with him fifteen days. But other of the
apostles saw I none, save James the Lord's brother.
Harold. Paul was St. Peter's guest for a fortnight.
How much the two must have had to tell one another.
St. Peter had been with the Lord for years, but Paul had
been the last to look upon Christ.

And he spake boldly in the name of the Lord Jesus,
and disputed against the Grecians. But they went
about to slay him; which when the brethren knew,
they brought him down to Caesarea, and sent him forth
to Tarsus.


.Harold. Tarsus-why that was his birthplace. Do any
of St. Paul's letters tell us what happened to him there,
whether he had a father or mother living, and, if so, how
they received him when they found him to be a Christian.
Lady L. The Scriptures are quite silent on the subject.
St. Paul, indeed, in one letter writes that he had suffered
the loss of all things for Christ, amongst them may have
been the love of father and mother. The apostle may

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have found, as many converts have done, that his worst
enemies were of his own household.
Ida. The ninth chapterof Acts seems to be about St.Peter.
Lady L. We will confine ourselves at present to the
history of St. Paul. You will find the next mention of him
in the 11th chapter, 24th verse. A great spiritual work was
going on in the city of Antioch, the place where the dis-
ciples were first called Christians. Antioch was at that
time a very remarkable place. It has been called the Queen


of the East, the third largest city then in the world. In it
dwelt people of various races; it is said that perhaps half-
a-million of human beings were there gathered together.
Harold. What a grand thing to plant a Church in such
a great city as Antioch !
Lady L. The joyful news of the spread of the Gospel in
this very important place reached the Church at Jerusalem,
and Barnabas was sent to exhort and encourage the con-

verts. So many people turned to the Lord, that, doubtless,
the work grew too heavy for the small band of workers.
Barnabas remembered St. Paul who was still at Tarsus,
and went there to seek him, and brought him also to
Antioch to help in his blessed labours. Then these
brethren in Christ worked for a whole year together.
Robin. I daresay that it was a happy year.
Lady L. Why Paul then left Antioch to go again to
Jerusalem, we read in the 27th and three following verses.


And in these days came prophets from Jerusalem unto
Antioch. And there stood up one of them, named Agabus,
and signified by the Spirit that there should be great dearth
throughout all the world, which came to pass in the days
of Claudius Caesar. Then the disciples, every man accord-
ing to his ability, determined to send relief unto the
brethren which dwelt in Judea. Which also they did, and
sent it to the elders by the hands of Barnabas and Saul.
Ida. Then St. Paul's second visit to Jerusalem after his
conversion was to carry alms to the poor Christian Jews;
that must have been a pleasant visit to make.
Lady L. But not one without danger. It appears to have
been about this time that King Herod fiercely persecuted
the Church at Jerusalem. The Apostle James, the brother
of John, was martyred. St. Peter was thrown into prison.
Robin. Oh! but an angel came and took him out, and
the gate of the prison opened of its own accord. I've a
picture all about it. Ida told me the story yesterday, and
I've not forgotten it.
Harold. Do we know how long St. Paul stayed at
Jerusalem, or where he went when he left it ?
Lady L. The length of his stay is uncertain. St. Paul
and Barnabas returned to Antioch after they had fulfilled
their charge, and took with them Mark, the nephew of
Barnabas. It is calculated in the book which I have
consulted ("Horm Apostolice "), that they preached in
Antioch till the year A.D. 45, about eight years after
St. Paul's conversion. We know not much of what
happened to him during this time. We feel certain that
the apostle laboured earnestly, and that the Lord blessed
his labours. When we meet for our reading to-morrow,
we must have the map open before us, that we may trace
on it the course of Barnabas and Paul on their first regular
missionary tour.




"OH Harold, is that you ?" said Ida, as young Hartley
entered the drawing-room on his return from school,
and threw himself wearily on a chair, with an expression
of gloom on his face utterly unlike that of frankness and
liveliness which had, till lately, been its characteristic.
Ida did not notice how Harold was looking, for she was
engaged in filling vases with roses, and did not glance up
from her pleasant occupation. Robin was assisting her
after his own fashion, pulling off leaves, snipping off stalks,
and pricking his chubby fingers with thorns.
Mamma took me with her when she made her first
call on Miss Petty's newly-arrived guests," continued Ida.
" I never paid such a visit before in my life."
What did you find ?" asked Harold in a tone of
indifference, as if he cared not whether his question were
answered or not.
"Miss Petty did not exaggerate,--not one bit When
we walked into the sitting-room (you know Miss Petty
prides herself on its prettiness), there was the whole party
gathered together. On one side the sickly Mamma on
the sofa (she has some dreadful swelling on her knee),
with her thin lifeless fingers pricking a pinafore, one
might say, for though she often put her needle into the
calico, I did not see a single stitch made. On the other


side-no, everywhere, for they did not keep in one place,
were three whity-brown children, with washed-out ragged
dresses of an old-fashioned shape, bracelets on their skinny
little arms, their heads disfigured with boils, and their
eyes inflamed, looking like anything but proper English
children. They were crawling and rolling about on the
carpet, till Number One spied the tray of cups and saucers,
and a plate of slices of cakes, placed on Miss Petty's little
round table for afternoon tea. Number One was, perhaps,
hungry; and as the easiest way to get at the cake, gave a
good pull at the cloth, which covered the table. Down
came cloth, tea-pot, cups and saucers, and all, with such
a crash that Mrs. Smith gave a nervous scream. Miss
Petty flew to the spot, and boxed the child's ear for
breaking her china, which made the little thing roar.
Number Two, scalded by the hot tea from the tea-pot,
joined in the howling, and the two together set off
Number Three, who screamed the loudest of all. You
never heard such a din! What between squalling, and
scolding, and the scream of a parrot, and the barking of
the dog, it was almost enough to deafen one. Mamma
managed to quiet Number Two by taking her on her knee,
and petting her; but Mrs. Smith had but poor success
with the baby. I could not help pitying the poor helpless
lady, for Miss Petty said, quite loud enough for her to
hear,' this comes of admitting mischievous brats into the
"That was very rude," remarked Harold.
Oh all through the visit it seemed as if Miss Petty
wanted her cousin to see that she and her children were
very, very much in the way."
"I hope that the poor lady did not understand her."
"Mrs. Smith must have been dull as a door-nail if she
did not," said Ida. But in Miss Petty's excuse, I must
say that she has not a charming set of guests. Mrs. Smith's


miserable complaining tone of voice would have much the
same effect on one's spirits as the wailing of the wind on
a dreary November day. I was heartily glad to leave
Foreham Villa, and shall not care to go there again, at
least while the party from India remain."
I am sorry to hear you say that, Ida," observed Lady
Laurie, who had entered the room in time to catch the
last sentence.
Oh Mamma, even you must own that it was a wretched
One, two, three babies all squalling together, and the
dog barking, and Miss Petty scolding like fun," laughed
Robin. "I wish I had been there to see."
It was a wretched scene," said Lady Laurie, thought-
fully and gravely. "I have been thinking ever since
I left the house what could be done for those poor Smiths.
It must be trying indeed to the sick lady to be dependent
on those who do not wish her to stay, and she has probably
neither the means nor the health to set up house for
"I don't believe that Mrs. Smith would know how to
order a mutton-chop for dinner," observed Ida. "She
seems to have had all the spirit in her dried up,-if,
indeed, she ever had any."
"This house is a good deal more comfortable than
Foreham Villa," observed Lady Laurie, glancing around.
"Oh! Mamma, there is no comparison between them,
no more than there is between you and Miss Petty !"
"Would it not be a kindness," said Lady Laurie, "if we
invited the family here ?"
"Not to sleep, I hope!" cried Ida in alarm.
"I meant to remain here as guests for some time."
"Oh! please, please don't invite them!" cried Ida;
"we have no room for such a pack."
"I have thought over arrangements," said the widow


lady, "and I see how we could manage. You would have
to share my sleeping-room, and Robin go into Harold's.
The school-room would make a nice play-room for the
children, and you and Robin would do your lessons here.
There is no real difficulty in the plan, but a little self-
denial would be required."
Oh, dear it would be dreadful to have them !" sighed
"I will not urge it on you, my child, or do anything
without your consent, for perhaps the chief part of the
inconvenience would fall to your share."
"I should be a kind of nursery-drudge to those wretched
sore-eyed children!" cried Ida.
No, they'd have their black man," said practical Robin.
Harold started as if he had been stung. Mother," he
said abruptly, would the Hindu come here too ? "
"Mrs. Smith could not do without him; and, if she
could, it would be cruel to turn the poor native off in a
strange land, where almost every one has a strong prejudice
against him. I thought that he might sleep in the tiny
room in the attic, next to yours."
He may have both rooms !" cried Harold, rising with
flashing eyes and a heightened colour, "for I won't stop
an hour in the house if he comes! Oh! forgive me,
mother, I should not speak thus; but you don't know
what I've had to put up with to-day!"
"What has happened ?" asked Lady Laurie anxiously;
for she had seldom seen Harold so stirred.
"I was never more inclined to have a stand-up fight!"
muttered Harold, clenching his fist. To have the fellows
twitting one with being a white Hindu,* and a friend of

At the time of the Mutiny indignation against the rebels was
sometimes carried beyond the bounds of humanity, or justice, so
that the contemptuous term of White Hindu has been given to
Englishmen feeling compassion for or sympathy with them.


my father's murderers, was enough to drive a fellow mad.
Even the master-Dr. Bullen himself-said that he was
disgusted at my bad taste-yes, he actually said disgusted
-for having taken by the arm, as he heard I had done,
one of so cruel and treacherous a race!"
"How could he speak so! exclaimed Lady Laurie, with
more of indignation in her tone than one so gentle usually
"The Doctor has lost a cousin in India, and-I've
heard-some money too," said Harold; "it's that makes
him so bitter."
"And what did you answer ?" asked Ida.
"I could not speak; my heart was in my throat. I could
not explain that I only touched the black fellow to pull
him into the cottage, when the mob seemed ready to tear
him to pieces. But I '11 never touch him again, nor look
at him if I can help it; and if you bring him here, I beg
you'll first send me a hundred miles off, for I d rather die
than sleep under the same roof with a Hindu!"
After uttering these hasty, passionate words, Harold
rushed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Robin stared after his brother in wonder; he had never
seen Harold in such a passion before.
You see, mamma, for Harold's sake, we could not have
the Smiths here," said Ida.
"I do not intend to mention the subject again," said
Lady Laurie, with a sigh which came from her heart.
"One can quite understand Harold's feelings," said
Lady Laurie could quite understand Ida's also, and she
felt that there was more excuse for the boy than for the
girl, though her daughter's fault appeared the less
"Ida," said Lady Laurie, after a long pause of silence,
"I will send these roses in the morning to Mrs. Smith,


with the cake that was baked to-day, and what straw-
berries may be left in the garden."
"Oh! not the cake-not our last strawberries!" ex-
claimed Robin dolefully. "Don't send them away to the
horrid little children!" He had had bad examples before
Robin, if when we ask the Lord, What wilt Thou have
me to do ?' He gives us some little work of self-denial by
which to show our love and obedience, shall we turn away
and refuse to do it ? Think of St. Paul who gave up all
for Christ; shall we, with so many blessings left to us, give
up nothing ?"
Robin rubbed his shock of brown hair, his usual way
of showing that something vexed him, but he made no
remonstrance. Both he and Ida secretly wished that Mrs.
Smith, her children, and bearer, had never come over the sea.
Harold did not appear at the six o'clock meal.
"Shall I carry up something for Harold ?" asked Robin,
when it was nearly concluded.
"No, if Harold wishes tea he must come for it," said
Lady Laurie, who was hurt and displeased.
After awhile Ida glanced at the clock. It is time for
our evening reading," said she, "I will bring the Bibles
and atlas."
"I will run and call Harold !" cried Robin.
No, I will not have Harold called," said Lady Laurie,
who felt that she must not pass too lightly over almost
the first act of disrespect shown to herself by the son
whom she had adopted.
But there was no need to call Harold; before the books
were opened he himself appeared at the door. Harold
was of too generous a disposition not frankly to own that
he was sorry for his late conduct to her who had been
more than a mother to him. Young Hartley went straight
up to Lady Laurie, and said, though not without a


struggle with his pride, Mother, forgive me, I know that
I was very passionate and rude."
Forgiveness was given, but gravely, and Harold took
his place at the table and opened his Bible. But the
spirit of no one present was in tune for the Scripture
reading. Harold had felt it soothing to him when he was
enduring the first pang of bereavement, but it was not
soothing now. How true it is that a great deal of sorrow
disturbs not our peace so much as a little sin Pride
prejudice, anger, and selfishness had entered Lady Laurie's
carefully guarded flock. The children of whom her loving
heart was secretly proud ; those who were spoken of by
neighbours as "a model family," had shown how full of
weeds is the garden of the human heart. Harold and Ida
were doing their utmost to persuade themselves that they
were justified in keeping the Smiths and their faithful
attendant out of Willowdale Lodge, and thwarting- the
kindly designs of one who understood better than them-
selves the claims of Christian charity. Ida was particularly
ingenious in finding excuses for excluding the party from
India.. They would weary her mother, distress Harold,
hinder regular study, spoil Robin's temper and injure her
own. It is not usually difficult to find plausible excuses
for shirking unpleasant duties. How many in London
find good excuses for never visiting the poor! What good
excuses are made for saving instead of giving, for indulging
self, instead of serving God! But such excuses have
thorny stems; the pillow stuffed with them is not one on
which we can ever find perfect rest. If we have to argue
to convince ourselves that a course is wise and right, which
conscience suspects to be wrong, we are forfeiting that
inward peace which can make even sorrow sweet. We are
foregoing our comfort in prayer, our -joy in thinking of
God; we are losing sight of the golden track of the foot-
steps of Him who pleased not Himself.


Lady Laurie felt that the reading of the chapter was
likely to be the mere formal performance of a duty by Ida
and Harold, and that Robin could scarcely be expected to
understand the hard words which he would hear. She
therefore changed a little the style of the evening exercise,
and bade the two elder close their books, and trace the
Missionaries' course on the map. Then, in a conversa-
tional way, with occasional reading of passages from her
own Bible, the lady commenced the account of St. Paul's
first recorded Missionary tour.



Lady L. HAVE you found Antioch on the map ? See it
there, about 200 miles to the North of Damascus, and not
far from the Mediterranean Sea on whose blue shining
waves we may fancy ourselves embarking with the
Christian brethren-Paul mounts the side of the vessel,
followed by his friend Barnabas,--and Mark their compan-
ion. The missionaries have been solemnly chosen and set
apart for their great work by the Church at Antioch.
Reads-" As they ministered to the Lord, and fasted, the
Holy Ghost said, Separate me Barnabas and Saul for
the work whereunto I have called them."
Harold. Does the Lord so call missionaries now ?
Lady L. I believe that every true missionary has a
call from the Lord.
Harold. But he hears no voice.
Lady L. It is in the heart, not the ear, that the voice
of the Saviour sounds; Follow thou Me, along the path
of self-denying love." It is repeated that these early
missionaries, Barnabas and Paul, were sent forth by the
Holy Ghost.
Seleucia, you see, is a seaport near to Antioch; it is
there that the friends embark; not in a vessel propelled
by steam, like those in use in these days, there is no
paddle-wheel going round, and churning the waves into


foam, there is no hissing steam, no cloud of smoke from a
Ida. And I suppose no compass to guide.
Robin. Perhaps no nice little cabin to sleep in.
Lady L. We all imagine the travellers at night lying
down on the deck, wrapping themselves up in blankets,
in Oriental style, and sleeping with nothing between
them and the bright stars shining above. The first
place where they disembark is in the beautiful island
of Cyprus.
Harold. Here it is on the map, the native country of
Barnabas. Perhaps he visited his family there, and looked
again at the fields which he had sold for the sake of the
Lady L. You see Salamis marked on the eastern coast
of Cyprus.
Harold. I think that the bay is famed for a great battle
won there by the Greeks against the Persians.
Lady L. A far greater hero than the Athenian leader
was in the vessel which, in the days of which we are
reading, anchored off the port of Salamis.
Ida. And yet perhaps few people noticed the three
peaceful-looking passengers who set foot upon the shore,
and then quietly made their way along the beach.
Robin. I don't think that St. Paul was so quiet. Did
he not cry out to every one as he passed, "Repent and
believe! repent and believe !" or stand under a tree and
preach, till a big crowd gathered around him ?
Lady L. It does not appear that he did so then.
Christian Jews did not fully understand at that time that
the good news of salvation is for every one in the world,
Greeks, Romans, and barbarians. Paul and Barnabas
went through the island of Cyprus from east to west, but
we only hear of their preaching the Word at first in
the synagogues of the Jews. At Paphos, however, they


had a grand opportunity of telling of the Lord Jesus
to one of the greatest men in the place. The Roman
Deputy, Sergius Paulus, hearing of the preachers, sent
for them and desired to hear from their lips the Word
of God.
Robin. Perhaps he had known Barnabas before, and
thought him a good wise man, and wanted to hear why he
had sold his land, and become a Christian.
Harold. It was a grand opportunity for the mission-
aries. If the Deputy believed, what numbers of people,
who looked up to him, might follow his example? Satan's
dominion might soon be overthrown in that beautiful
Lady L. Satan does not yield up anything without a
struggle. The Christians found very powerful influence
exerted against them. Just as in Africa some of the
missionaries' worst enemies are those who pretend by
some magic power to be able to cause rain, thus gaining.
power over the ignorant people by wicked arts, so in
Cyprus a sorcerer did his utmost to set the Deputy against
the holy religion preached by Barnabas and Paul. With
wicked cunning, Elymas, or Bar-Jesus, tried to turn away
the Deputy from the faith.
Reads-Then Saul, who is also called Paul, filled with
the Holy Ghost, set his eyes on him (the sorcerer), and
said, "0 full of all subtilty and mischief, thou child of
the devil, thou enemy of all righteousness, wilt thou not
cease to pervert the right ways of the Lord? And now,
behold, the hand of the Lord is upon thee, and thou
shalt be blind, not seeing the sun for a season. And
immediately there fell upon him a mist and a dark-
ness; and he went about seeking some to lead him by
the hand.
Robin. Oh mother, was that not cruel and revengeful
of Paul, to say such very hard words, and then make his


enemy blind Should Paul not have been like St. Stephen,
and forgiven and prayed for the man?
Ida. It does seem as if some of the saints that we read
of in the Bible did very hard things. St. Peter struck
both Ananias and Sapphira dead for telling one lie; and
the Lord had forgiven him after telling them three times,
and swearing and cursing!
Lady L. I am glad that this question has been raised,
for it gives us an opportunity of talking over what has
been a difficulty to many. You must remember that both
St. Peter and St. Paul, when inflicting punishment, were
acting under the direct inspiration of the Holy Spirit, and
using His supernatural power. It is not in the power of
a man to strike another either blind or dead by a word!
Peter and Paul were like trumpets that only sound because
a living voice gives them breath. The voice that sounded
through the apostles was that of God Himself, pronouncing
sentence on hypocrisy and hatred to truth. The holy and
loving servants of the Lord could not help saying what
they said.
Harold. But I answer that David heartily cursed his
enemies. I only half liked to repeat some of the Psalms
till now, and now I think about India!
A pang shot through Lady Laurie's heart as she looked
on the stern, gloomy face of the orphan-the compressed
lips, the knitted brow, the fierce eyes. The evil influence
of his schoolmates, and the injudicious words of his
master, had-for the time-undone the effect of her
gentle teaching and prayers. Harold hardly seemed the
same being as he who had protected the helpless native of
Lady L. You must remember that the Psalms are
prophecies. David was also as a trumpet breathed through
by the Holy Spirit, to pronounce God's wrath on those
who would reject and murder their Lord.


Harold. How can this be proved ?
Lady L. St. Peter (see the first chapter of Acts) ex-
pressly declared that the Scripture must needs have been
fulfilled, which the Holy Ghost, by the mouth of David,
spake before concerning Judas. Yet the name of Judas
is not to be found in the Psalms. See also the 20th Psalm.
They who are spoken of as dogs," The assembly of the
wicked," who "pierced My hands and My feet," are unmis-
takably the Jews, who, more than a thousand years after
the prophecy was written, crucified the Lord Jesus
Ida. I am glad that you have explained this, mamma.
Some of the Psalms have always been a puzzle to me;
I did not like to think of David being so very revengeful.
Robin. David did forgive his own enemies, you know.
He would not kill King Saul when he could, and he let off
the man who had cursed him.
Harold. But the Israelites in the time of Joshua swept
their enemies from the face of, the earth. If it was right
in them to do so, it must be right in us, who have had a
thousand times more provocation.
Lady L. The Israelites did not punish the people of
Canaan out of revenge at all.
Harold. Then why did they slay them, and show no
Lady L. As Peter and Paul were as a trumpet, so were
Joshua and his men like a sword in the hand of the Lord.
The sword is but an instrument; it is the hand that deals
the blow.
Harold. I do not understand. (He looked as if he had
no wish to do so.)
Lady L. Let me try to explain. You cannot deny two
things. First, that a sentence of death has been passed on
all mankind; that every human being, in the course of
Nature, must die some kind of death.


Harold. Mother, we all know that.
Lady L. Secondly, we must acknowledge that the
Almighty, who created man, has a perfect right to execute
this sentence of death in any way that His wisdom sees
best. Sometimes plague, sometimes famine, sometimes
earthquakes are as the sword in His hand. Sometimes,
as in the time of Joshua, it is a terrible war. The Lord
chose that way of punishing a most wicked nation that
was most likely to impress the Israelites with a horror of
the sins which they themselves had been the means of
punishing thus.
Ida. It was a terrible lesson.
Lady L: I am anxious to make my meaning quite clear.
Suppose that a man, convicted of murder, is condemned to
death. The judge pronounces his sentence, the executioner
carries it out. Neither judge nor executioner are acting
from any private motives; they may be merciful men, and
with pain to themselves are obeying the law, and serving
their country. They have the authority given to them by
their queen, and on this authority alone they act. But, if
either judge or executioner even slightly wounded a man
because he had given them private offence, they would
then be themselves breaking the law, and would be liable
to be punished.
Robin. When St. Paul said hard things to the bad man,
and the bad man went blind, it was like the judge giving
sentence. St. Paul did not want to hurt the man, and did
not like to hurt the man, but he was obliged to say what
the Lord bid him say.
Lady L. Robin has caught my meaning exactly.
Robin. I hope that the bad man repented, as St. Paul
repented, when he was struck blind.
Lady L. We know nothing more of the unhappy
Elymas. We can but hope that when darkness was around
him, some light shone on his soul. We may conclude that


he recovered his sight, as the sentence pronounced by
St. Paul was blindness, but for a season. One good effect
was instantly produced by his punishment on the mind of
at least one person present, for we hear that the Deputy,
when he saw what was done, believed, being astonished at
the doctrine of the Lord.



LADY LAURIE'S means were not large, though by economy
she was able not only to cover the expenses of her family,
but to leave a margin over to help missions, and relieve
the poor. The widow lady was her daughter's and Robin's
teacher; and she needed to manage well her time as
well as her money, as she was an active visitor in the
Ida, seated at the piano, was with considerable enjoy-
ment practising a new piece of music brought for her from
London by Lady Laurie, when Robin, who had been in the
garden, ran into the schoolroom.
"They are all coming-all coming up the shrubbery
walk !" he cried in great glee.
Who are coming ?" asked Lady Laurie, glancing at the
clock. It was not yet eleven, and the hour was too early
for visitors.
"The black man, and all the children! As soon as
I saw them I ran to tell you."
"Oh, mamma! you can't receive any one in the midst
of lessons !" cried Ida. But Lady Laurie had left the
room with Robin, and Ida more slowly followed, just in
time to meet the party from Foreham Villa, at the door
opening into the porch.
Yes; there they were indeed. The graceful Prem DAs
in his turban, with one child on either shoulder, and the


eldest little girl clinging to his white dress. The Hindu
gently put down his living burden, and salaaming with
great respect to Lady Laurie, drew from the sash with
which he was girded a note written in pencil. Lady
Laurie took it and read it aloud-
"Dearest Lady Laurie,-As I am going up to London
to see the Exhibitions, and Delia, with her dreadful knee,
cannot look after her children, I send them over to you.
They need not be back till bed-time. They will be no
trouble to any one, as I send the black man with them.-
"Your devoted T. P."
"How selfish-how inconsiderate of Miss Petty to land
the whole pack upon us!" exclaimed Ida. "Mamma,
won't you send them back; we can do nothing if they are
here, and when Harold comes back from school what will
he say if he finds the Hindu here! Harold will be home
early to-day."
Prem Das stood quietly waiting for orders, till the
youngest child, frightened at the sight of strangers, began to
cry. Lady Laurie and Ida were struck by the gentle kindli-
ness with which the Hindu raised ana fondled the little
one till she was happy again. The children evidently loved
their affectionate attendant, though they treated him with a
rudeness which a white servant would scarcely have borne.
Lady Laurie had no hesitation in welcoming the poor
little strangers thus thrown on her kindness. But she had
more difficulty in deciding on the right course to pursue
as regarded Prem Das. The lady did not wish to encourage
Harold in an unjust and cruel prejudice against the poor
native of India, yet it did not seem to her to be wise to go
violently against that prejudice without giving Harold
time, by his own good sense and good feeling, to conquer
what, in calmer moments, he must see to be unworthy of
a Christian.


"Ida, I think that Prer Das had better return to
Mrs. Smith," said Lady Laurie, after a minute's reflection.
"When I have ordered some food for the little ones, who
have evidently suffered from the unwholesome fare on
board ship, I will myself take this poor fellow back."
Why should you go-and in the heat of the day, which
you always feel," said Ida.
"Because I think that the Hindu might be insulted on
the way, as he was last Monday. I want also to see poor
Mrs. Smith, who is left so lonely and ailing."
"How am I to get on with my lessons ?" asked Ida, in
a tone of discontent.
"Lessons must be put off."
"What am I do with these children!" exclaimed Ida,
who saw that the chief burden of care of them would fall
on herself during her mother's absence.
"Receive them, dear girl, as an answer to the question
which you chose for this week's motto, What will Thou
have me to do ?" and with these words on her lips, Lady
Laurie quitted the room and went to give orders to her
"Oh dear! how shall I take care of them all!" sighed
"I'11 help you," cried Robin the ready, who had already
begun to make friends with little Lily. "I've a lot of
toys to show them. Come," he said, with patronising
kindness, taking Lily's thin fingers into his own chubby
hand; "come and see my bricks and my pigeons. Isn't
she a pretty little girl ?" he said, appealing to Ida.
Ida was very glad of Robin's assistance when, about half-
an-hour later, Lady Laurie started with Prem Das. Their
bearer's departure caused a roar from two of the children,
but even the baby of fourteen months, was pacified by the
sight of a pigeon, whose soft feathers she was allowed to
stroke. Robin was soon down on his knees in the school-


room, which served as a playroom also, building up castles
of bricks, which Lily and Delly and the Baba" screamed
with joy to throw down. Ida looked at the four children
so happy together, and felt sorry that she had ever called
Robin "the most troublesome boy in the world." His
example made her produce an old doll, and even her small
set of tea-things, though she was very careful indeed to
prevent their sharing the fate of Miss Petty's. A merry
tune played on the piano set all the children jumping
about the room with Robin, more merry than they had
been for months. Basins of warm sweet bread and milk
completed their enjoyment; it was a day of unusual
festivity to the poor little strangers from India.
In the meantime Lady Laurie pursued her way to
Foreham Villa, with the poor heathen man a little behind
her. The Christian lady felt something like one who sees
a traveller dying of thirst close by a well, but who has no
means of drawing for the sufferer a single drop of water.
What would not Lady Laurie have given for the power of
telling to Prem DAs in his own tongue of the love of a
Saviour She found that the Hindu had picked up about
a dozen words of English, but they were such as would be
of no use whatever in a religious conversation. The little
girls always spoke to him in Urdu.
Lady Laurie, on her arrival at Foreham Villa, found
Mrs. Smith on the sofa as usual,.her cheeks very pale, her
eyes heavy with weeping. A plate near her showed the
relics of a few of the strawberries sent for her from
Willowdale Lodge, the rest Miss Petty had carried off to
enjoy on her journey to London.
The sight of Lady Laurie's kind face was very welcome
to the poor invalid. With tearful eyes Mrs. Smith
thanked her visitor for coming again so soon. Before long,
as Miss Petty was not near to take the lion's or parrot's
share of the conversation, Delia was pouring forth her


sorrows freely to one who could sympathise with her grief.
Mrs. Smith said that she felt so weak, and that life was
so weary; she was a burden to herself and to others.
"But oh!" cried the poor mother piteously, "if I were
taken, who would care for my poor little lambs ?"
Then Lady Laurie spoke of the Heavenly Shepherd
who so tenderly loves His flock, and carries the lambs in
His bosom. She poured comfort into no inattentive ear;
the seed was not falling on ground that was hard, there
had been too much weeping for that.
"I wish that I knew more about these things," sighed
Delia; "I was married almost as soon as I left school, and
there are so few religious advantages in India. Not even a
church at our station. There was nothing to mark Sunday
from any other day of the week."
"One has always the Bible," gently suggested Lady
"I am ashamed to own how little I know of it. It was
read as a matter of course at school, but no one explained
it, or cared to interest us in it. We scarcely listened, and,
I fear never remembered. And then, ever since my
marriage, I have had such a burden of cares. Ignorant as a
baby of household arrangements, not knowing a word of the
language, I am sure that I was perpetually cheated, and yet
I had to try to make the two ends meet on my husband's
miserable pay. Babies came so fast one after another,
that we could hardly pay nurse or doctor, or procure what
was absolutely needful. Then came this frightful Mutiny,
the very thought of which makes one shudder! We were
hurried down the country, my children and I, at twelve
hours' notice; my husband ordered off on active service.
The parting almost broke my heart, for I fear that I shall
never see him again!" The tears were again flowing
Cast thy burden on the Lord, trust Him-He careth


for you," said Lady Laurie; and she put her soft arm
round the poor young wife, drew her towards her, and
pressed a kiss on her forehead.
"You are so kind, so exceedingly kind!" exclaimed
Mrs. Smith. Oh! if I were always with you I would
not be the broken, helpless, useless creature that I am.
I ought to go on with my work;" she continued, lifting
up her head, I am sure that you will not mind my trying
to do a little," and she raised the pinafore which had
dropped from her listless fingers. "I am ashamed that
people should see my poor babes in rags, but children
wear out clothes so fast on board ship, and really I don't
know how to get them new ones."
"Dear Mrs. Smith "-
"Oh! do call me Delia."
"Dear Delia, you encourage me to own that I did
venture to bring with me some things that my children
have grown out of. I hope that you will not consider it
as a liberty on my part, but I thought that with cutting
down and altering, you might find them of some little use."
Lady Laurie spoke almost timidly, she was so afraid of
hurting the poor lady's feelings.
I am very grateful for your goodness," said Delia; but
I am afraid that I have not the skill to cut down and
alter dresses; I never was taught plain work; and in India
one gives everything to the darzi (tailor) to do.
"I thought of that too," said the visitor smiling.
"I brought scissors, needle and thread, and perhaps if you
were to show me your children's clothes as a guide to their
size, we might manage something together."
Delia called for Prem Das, who was somewhere within
hearing, and by a few words, half in English, half in Urdu,
with the help of signs, made him understand what she
wanted. Lady Laurie brought in the parcel which she
had left in the hall. Delia's sofa was presently half


covered with children's clothes, and she looked on with
the pleasure of a child at the pretty tasteful garments
which her visitor had brought. There was the blue frock
which Robin had worn after coming from India, but which
he had grown out of so fast. Pretty little braided
pinafores, a pelisse which once had been Ida's, with some
alteration, how well it would look upon Lily! Lady
Laurie, skilful at cutting out and contriving, made every-
thing appear easy.
Time sped very quickly away. As her busy fingers
plied their task, Lady Laurie entered on the subject of
Prem Das, the bearer.
Oh! he is the most faithful creature in the world!"
exclaimed Delia. "When my dear John caught small-pox
when Lily was but two days old, and I could not be with
him, the doctor would not let me so much as see him,
Prem Das watched his Sahib night and day. And on my
journey home I know not what I could have done without
my bearer. I am sure that one or two of the children
would have died in the ship. And yet every one here
looks on my poor servant as if he were a wolf, or a tiger.
I am often glad that he does not understand what is said,
but he must understand manner and looks. He is treated
worse than a dog."
"I suppose that he is still a heathen ?" said Lady
Oh! of course," replied Delia, a little surprised at the
"But there are some native Christians in India."
I never saw any," replied Mrs. Smith.*

The lady's ignorance is shared, alas! by many, who take no
interest in missions. Before A. L. O. E. started for the East, she was
earnestly assured by a Colonel who had been in India, that there were
no converts there. Shortly after her arrival, she took care to inform
him, that she had met not only native converts, but native clergymen.


"Have you, or has any one else, ever tried to tell this
faithful servant something of the truths of our blessed
religion ?"
"Oh dear no !" replied the lady from India. "I never
could attempt to speak on such subjects, besides I hardly
know a word of the language."
"Strange, after four years residence in India," thought
Lady Laurie, who knew not how many English women
who have been for much longer in Hindustan can say the
same. They only knew enough to give a few orders, and
even those in broken Urdu.
"No one that I ever met with dreamed of talking about
religion to native servants," said Delia, who saw that her
visitor was surprised, and who naturally did not like to be
thought worse than others. "They are just like our dogs
and horses, or chairs and tables, we use them for our comfort,
we take care of them, and there is an end of the matter."
"Oh what an account our countrymen-at least some
of them-will have to render at the Last Day!" thought
Lady Laurie. Nay, are they not rendering it now, when
slaughter and fire are desolating so many once happy
homes How careless many have been of precious souls,
souls for which the Saviour gave His blood! How many
have shown the spirit expressed in the words of Cain, "Am
I my brother's keeper ?"
You have worked too hard, you are tired, dear Lady
Laurie," said Delia, marking the sad troubled expression
on the fair face of her friend.
"Not tired, but I ought to go home. You must
remember that I have little guests," said Lady Laurie
more playfully; "I shall hardly be back in time to preside
at their dinner."
"How I wish that I could walk back with you! But
oh! this dreadful knee!" and poor Delia moaned faintly
with pain.


"Does Dr. Petty give you hopes that it will soon be
better ?" asked Lady Laurie.
"Dr. Petty gives me no hopes at all unless I go to
surgeons in London, and I never shall make up my mind
to that 1" sighed poor Delia.
Who applies bandages, or whatever else is needed for
you?" asked Lady Laurie.
"Very little is done to relieve me," said Delia; "Dr.
Petty has dressed my knee twice, but it's horrid; I can't
bear the dreadful things which he says, and the solemn
look with which he says them. The maid here has tried
to do something to follow out the doctor's orders, but her
fingers are all thumbs, and she gives me such pain. As
for Theresa, she saw the tumour once, and turned away in
disgust, and said that she was too sensitive to look at such
things. She cannot bear to see, what I have to endure.
No one has touched my knee for the last twenty-four
hours,-and, oh how it hurts."
"Do you think that I could do anything to relieve
you ?" said Lady Laurie, with an effort; for she was at
least as sensitive as Miss Petty, and had not been inured
by habit to this kind of nursing.
Lady Laurie's offer was thankfully welcomed; and she
soon found herself on her knees, with a basin of hot water
beside her, tenderly, most tenderly, removing the bandages
which covered the knee. She did what she could, though
that was not much, and the suffering which she witnessed
much increased her compassion and sympathy for the
poor young mother.
"I think that you ought to go to London," said Lady
Laurie, after her painful task was completed.
"Oh, no, I could not bear to go!" cried Delia; then,
as if to turn the conversation, she asked if she should send
Prem Das for the children in the evening."
"No, my maid shall bring them," said Lady Laurie,


who felt that it was better at present to avoid any meet-
ing between Harold and the Hindu.
Lady Laurie walked home rapidly, for she knew that
she was late. It seemed to her as if she had the whole
helpless family of the Smiths upon her, for it was evident
that Miss Petty either could not, or would not, take pro-
per care of her poor relations. Nourishing, and nursing,
and first-rate surgical skill were required. Lady Laurie
felt a little oppressed by this her new burden of care;
she feared that she was somewhat sacrificing the comfort
of her own family circle for the sake of comparative
And yet Lady Laurie felt on her return to Willowdale
Lodge, that her loved daughter had been learning in the
best of schools, the lesson of self-denial which her character
especially needed. There was no cloud upon Ida's fair
brow as she watched the little party whose coming she
had so much dreaded. Harold, had as had been expected,
come home early, it being a half-holiday at Copley House.
Genial, and naturally lively, young Hartley was at home
amongst little children. His look of gloom had passed
away, for a while he forgot his sorrow. Lady Laurie
found him sitting on the floor, the Baba laughing in his
arms, little Delly pulling his curly hair, while Robin and
Lily were listening open-mouthed to the story of Jack the
The little visitors were so well pleased with Willowdale
Lodge, that they had no wish to return to Foreham Villa
in the evening.
Want to stop," pouted Lily, "Cousin Teasy is so cross."
"But you wish to see your mamma again," suggested
And Bearer," rejoined the child.
Come again, to-morrow," said Lady Laurie, lifting up
the little Delly for a kiss.


Yes, come again," echoed Robin, who heartily enjoyed
a romp with his new playmates.
After the children had left the house, Lady Laurie told
her family particulars of her visit to Mrs. Smith. She
took particular care to repeat in the presence of Harold
all that she had heard of the fidelity of her poor Hindu
attendant. Harold's storm of passion was over by this
time, and he said, "I suppose that there may be some
fine fellows even amongst the natives of India. It would
certainly be unfair to class good and bad together.

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IN the evening the story of St. Paul was resumed.
Lady L. How long the great Apostle and Barnabas
with their companion Mark remained in Cyprus, we know
not. We find them again embarking on the blue waters
of the Mediterranean, going northwards, with an easterly
inclination, towards Perga, a bright Grecian city, capital
of the province of Pamphylia. Here something occurred
which caused displeasure, and, we doubt not pain to St.
Robin. What was it that happened ?
Lady L. The little missionary party was deserted by
Mark. We know not why this young nephew of Barnabas
insisted on going back to Jerusalem. Perhaps he was
already weary of a wandering life; perhaps he was afraid
of its hardships; or perhaps, as has been suggested, Mark
may have been anxious to see his mother in Jerusalem, to
whose house, you may remember, St. Peter went after
being released by the angel.
Robin. Oh! I remember, when he stood so long at the
door knocking.
Lady L. The step taken by Mark was greatly dis-
approved of by St. Paul, and remembered at a later
period. It led to a sad result of which we shall presently
Harold. I cannot fancy any one flinching back from
going on a missionary expedition with St. Paul. To say


nothing of the honour, think of the pleasure of having
such a man as he was for one's companion.
Lady L. For the honour and pleasure a heavy price
would have to be paid. It was no easy matter to tread in
the same path as the brave, devoted Apostle. I will read
St. Paul's account in the eleventh chapter of II. Corinthians
of what he had to endure, and you will agree with me that
even a small share of such sufferings would have been too
much for the courage of most men. Reads-Of the Jews
five times received I forty stripes save one. Thrice was
I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered
shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep.
In journeyings often, in perils of waters, in perils of
robbers, in perils by mine own countrymen, in perils by
the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilder-
ness, in perils in the sea, in perils amongst false brethren;
in weariness and painfulness, in watching often, in hunger
and thirst, in fastings often, in cold and nakedness."
Ida. Oh what a list of terrible trials I am not aston-
ished that Mark was not eager to go through them all.
Robin. Shall we read of all these adventures, the beat-
ings, the robbers, and the shipwrecks.
Lady L. No, not by any means of all. The account in
the Acts is short; we have but a glimpse, as it were, of
the fiery furnace through which the Apostle passed.
St. Paul was attacking Satan in his stronghold, and the
many victories won from the Prince of darkness were
gained at heavy loss to the victor. St. Paul's was a long
martyrdom of suffering before he at last laid his grey head
on the block. But let us return to Paul and Barnabas,
and see them starting from Perga for Antioch.
Harold. What, were the missionaries going back to
Antioch so soon, after visiting hardly any place but the
island of Cyprus! I thought that they were going to
make a good, long missionary tour.


Lady L. If you examine the map you will see that
there are two places named Antioch; one the grand city
in Syria from which the missionaries started, the other
Antioch in Pisidia, which they were now approaching.
Very beautiful was the scenery through which Paul and

Barnabas passed. If they travelled on foot, as is likely,
the journey may have taken them a week.
Ida. What sort of place was this second Antioch ?
Lady L. In the days of St. Paul, Antioch in Pisidia
was a place of great commerce, but it is now utterly in
ruins. At the time of which we are reading, people of



various lands there met together, to trade in oil, skins, and
various other articles of commerce. But Paul did not at
once give his message to the numerous Gentiles gathered
together in Antioch, of Pisidia; to his fellow-countrymen,
the Jews, he first proclaimed the free offer of salvation
through Christ. St. Paul visited the Jewish synagogue,
where he was courteously received, and invited to address
his brethren dwelling in this foreign country. Let us
read, taking verses by turns, the account of his sermon.
(Acts xiii. from verse 16 to 41 is read aloud.)
Lady L. Some Gentiles appear to have been present
when St. Paul delivered his address, and were greatly
impressed by what they heard. They besought that these
words might be preached to them on the following
Sabbath, and St. Paul did not refuse to comply with their
The appointed day arrived, and almost the whole city
of Antioch came to hear the Word of God. The merchant
left his business, the artisan his work, a spirit of earnest
inquiry was abroad. But the eagerness of the Gentiles to
hear the glad tidings brought by Barnabas and Paul
roused the jealousy of the Jews. Reads-When the Jews
saw the multitudes they were filled with envy, and spake
against those things which were spoken by Paul, contra-
dicting and blaspheming.
Harold. It must have been very bitter to St. Paul to
find his worst enemies amongst his own people. One
could bear so much better to be ill-used and slandered by
Lady L. We see the jealous Jews typified in our Lord's
parable of the prodigal son.
Robin. Do you mean that the Jews were like the son
who went far away, and then had to feed the swine ?
Lady L. No, we rather see them represented by the
elder son, who was so much offended at the welcome given


to the younger. The opposition of the men of Israel only
served to rouse the spirit of the servants of Christ, and
make them see more clearly the duty of offering salvation
to all, of whatever nation, who might be willing to receive
it. Reads-Then Paul and Barnabas waxed bold and said,
it was necessary that the Word of God should first have
been spoken to you; but seeing ye put it from you, and
judge yourselves unworthy of everlasting life, lo, we turn
to the Gentiles. For so hath the Lord commanded us,
saying, I have set thee to be a light to the Gentiles, that
thou shouldst be for salvation unto the ends of the earth.
Robin. Were not the Gentiles glad to hear that the
Lord Jesus loved them as well as the Jews ?
Lady L. reads-And when the Gentiles heard this they
were glad, and glorified God.
Harold. So St. Paul won a victory at Antioch in Pisidia.
Lady L. Not what men would call a victory, Harold.
Distress and disappointment were to follow, though precious
souls were saved. Reads-" The Jews stirred up the devout
and honourable women and the chief men of the city."
St. Paul and Barnabas, who had been at first so honoured
and welcomed, were at last shamefully driven out of the
Robin. When all began so well, I did not think it would
end so badly.
Ida. .The missionaries' hearts must have been sadly
cast down.
Lady L. Not so, dear Ida. God can give His own
peace, even in the hour of bitterest disappointment. We
read that these faithful disciples were filled with joy and
with the Holy Ghost." They knew that when expelled
from Antioch they were but drinking of the cup of Him
who was despised and rejected of men. The disciple was
not to be above his Master, or expect favour from a world
that had crucified the Lord of glory.