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IN HIS FATHER'S ARMS.
IN HIS FATHER'S ARMS:
THE THREE LITTLE ONES,
THE RELIGIOUS TRACT SOCIETY;
56 PATERNOSTER Row, 65 ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD,
AND 164, PICCADILLY.
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I. THREE LITTLE ONES 5
II. BY THE SEA 22
III. THY WILL, O LORD 38
IV. CALLED HOME 52
IN HIS FATHER'S ARMS.
THREE LITTLE ONES.
S ,iELV lived at Braintree,
'' in Essex. Father and
S mother they had none,
S. but lived with their
guardian and uncle,
--- Henry Crampton. He
%' as a good man; in all
i h is life he strove to
S please the Lord; but,
you know, the greatest
and best of grown-up people are some-
times not able to get along with children.
You have your ways, and they have
theirs; and now and then, without any
fuss on either side, theirs are not in
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harmony with yours. This was the
In taking them to live with him at
all, Mr. Crampton had been very-kind.
Both their father and mother had died
poor; they left to their- children very
little that they might call their own in
all the world; they were in the position
in which the Lord sometimes, in His
great wisdom, sees fit to place His little
ones, without money and without a home.
Their uncle, Mr. Crampton, was not
rich, far from it; he found it difficult,
work. his hardest, to keep himself, and
yet give something to the Lord. So,
you see, when he took these little ones
to his house and home, he placed upon
his shoulders, for their sake, an extra
burden, when he had already enough of
He himself was childless. Once he
had a child, but only for a short time.
Baby died, and in its grave the father
placed his wife as well. That was years
ago, but the shadow of that grave seemed
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yet to linger on him. He was so reserved
and cold, so formal in his manners, that
people who knew him only slightly were
ignorant of the warm, true heart which
beat within. As for children, he could
just tolerate them, no more. He could
not throw off his coldness in their pre-
sence, and failed sadly to enter into the
spirit of their noisy romps. When they
playedhe kept himself as much as possible
out of their way; their bedtime was the
only period of the day when he felt com-
fortable. The fact was, he felt himself
in their way, and they felt themselves in
his; so -it was not pleasant for either
There were three of them, and they
lived just outside the town, in ani old
white house with thatched roof, its walls
covered with creeping plants, surrounded
by a rambling, uncultivated garden,
which was their hearts' delight, their
playground, the place they loved best
in the world. It was their fairy land.
Here, in the summer days, they would
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walk hand in hand, talking of the
strangest things, thinking the oddest
thoughts. For they were queer children.
The sun would float across the world in
his sea of blue, would droop in the west-
ern sky, the shadows of eventide would
gather, the- night would come, and still
they would wander in the garden hand
They were not like other children.
Samuel was the eldest; he was twelve,
a little fellow, slightly built, with a form
so delicate that many a boy half his age
would have been able to master him.
Yet he was acknowledged to be the
greatest of the three.
There were few things Samuel did not
seem to know. He was what we older
people would call a philosopher born and
bred. He was old beyond his years.
He always seemed to be looking far
ahead. He had the most wonderful
belief in the goodness of the Lord; you
would have smiled to hear him talk;
this was right, and that was right, every-
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thing was right, because it was His
In the quaintest way le had laid out
his plan of life. It was quite understood
between them what Samuel was to be
and do. Such things as were done when
there were giants in the land. He knew
well that the world was not so good as
it might be; how he knew it is hard to
say, little evil had come across his path.
He had made up his mind that it would
be his to right it. He was going to set
out on a crusade against all wickedness;
that he would succeed he had not the
slightest doubt; that righteousness would
regain its reign, that truth and honesty
would rule far and wide he felt as-
Yet this conviction on his part did not
look at all like vanity. Naturally, he.
was the most retiring, the most unob-
trusive among boys. It seemed part of
his nature, something planted within by
another hand. Gain his confidence-an
easy task--with his great solemn eyes
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fixed on you, in his sweet childish voice,
he would tell you such and such a thing
would be done, and he would do it.
Laugh, you could not find it in your
heart to do, he was so in earnest. If
you placed your hands upon his shoulders,
and told him that this was a dream not
likely to meet fulfilment, he would listen
motionless, still with his eyes upon you,
answering nothing, perhaps; yet you
felt that he thought the more.
James came next. He was ten; and
the very opposite of Samuel. Broadly
built, tall-much taller than his brother,
with a stolid English face and head
planted on his sturdy shoulders. He
was the worst one of the three. He
was a terrible dunce, so dull, that though
one could drag him, like a horse, to
school, one could not get him to drink
of the well of learning when he was there.
In an unlucky moment some one had
credited him with a thick head; he im-
mediately marched up to Samuel, and
asked him what. that meant.
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A thick head ?" replied the sage,
turning it over in his own wise mind;
" when they say that you have a thick
head, they mean that you are stupid;
because, you know, it is not so easy
for learning to get through thick heads
as it is through thin ones."
Ever after that James laid all his
shortcomings on the fact of his thick
head. It was not his fault, but his head's;
why had he not a thin one? It was
difficult to persuade him that, at times,
the heart directs the head.
On one point he was like a rock-his
belief in Samuel. There never was-
any one like Samuel, never would be,
never could be. He was entirely of his
brother's opinion that he would do the
most wondrous things that ever were
done; but when it came to what these
things were, they were at issue rather.
James would not confess it, but the more
Samuel explained, the hazieE he became.
Do away with wickedness, certainly;
but James's misty idea of how that might
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be done, was to get upon a war-horse,
and gallop helter-skelter through the
world, to the crash of trumpets and the
clang of arms. That finer sense which
was- in Samuel was entirely absent in
his brother, and when, with that strange
wisdom which was his, he explained that
it was not by force, but gentleness; not
by hate, but love, the victory might be
won, James could not understand at all.
Jesus said, Love your enemies,'"
Samuel would observe; "'bless them
that curse you; do good to them that
hate you;' that is what He said, and
that is what I must do. You know
Jesus is peace; He bore everything;
and because He bore He did so much,
don't you see ? I think I've read some-
where that he that taketh up the sword
shall perish by the sword. You wouldn't
wish me. to perish by the sword, you
"What does perish mean?" James
would ask, his hands at this point deep
in his pockets, his eyes on the ground.
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Perish ? It means die. When
people are fond of killing other people,
they often get killed themselves." Samuel
would pause, adding, in his own grave
way-that far-off look in his great, round
eyes-" I .could bear being killed, but
I could not kill."
Here James would lapse into con-
founded silence; this was a philosophy
he could not understand. Bear being
killed, but could not kill! He pictured
any one trying that operation on him;
if there was anything in which he was
capable it was in the use of his fists;.
to be knocked, and not to knock again !
James had not advanced so far.
The third was Martha. She was not
like the Martha some of us might couple
with that name, busied with much serving.
She was a dainty maiden, nine years old,
with flashing eyes, violet-hued, with
something of the solemn look that was
in Samuel's, but sprightlier and- more
youthful. Her golden hair lay on her
shoulders; she had a trick of clasping
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her hands behind her back, and shaking
her shining tresses,-with a slight toss of
her small head, before she settled down
to look at you.
She, too, was quaint, but not quite like
either of the others. Hers was a keen,
active mind; she saw things neither of
them saw, and could not see things which
they could see. It was a difficulty with
her how far she should follow Samuel,
and how far James. She would listen
to Samuel laying down the law, and
wonder as she heard. The scheme it
was his passion to unfold puzzled her
But," she argued," how will you get
your living ? You know you must get
your living some way; uncle cannot pay
for you for ever, he is so poor. You
won't get any money for doing good.
Do people get paid for that."
Ministers do," said Samuel; "they
get collections; but I do not know about
myself. In olden times I don't know
how Paul got; on but the Lord was
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always with him. It is not about the
money I should care ; I should be always
right if the Lord were at my side."
They were standing beneath the old
pear-tree at the bottom of the garden.
It was a sunny day, the little breeze
whispered through the trees and bushes
with a sort of murmuring calm. James
stood in his favourite position, hands in
pockets, hat tilted to the back of his head,
leaning against the tree. Martha was
at one side of him, with a great wide-
brimmed straw hat to shade her from the
sun, beneath which her fair young face
looked comically earnest as she weighed
her brother's words. He lounged on the
ground, supported by his right arm,
looking up at her with that quiet gaze
which conveyed such complete conviction.
While Martha pondered, James replied,
rather dubiously, as was his wont.
"But what would He do? Would
He give you money ? You can't get
things unless you pay for them; and you
can't pay for them without money? "
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You don't understand," answered
Samuel, "you don't understand at all.
It is not myself I care about; I'm not
afraid; aren't we told to take no thought
for the morrow ? I will serve the Lord ;
He will see that the morrow takes thought
for itself; my heart will be with Him; all
will be right."
Samuel," said Martha, struck by a
sudden thought, kneeling on the grass be-
side him, Samuel, if uncle is against you,
what shall you do then ? You will have
to wait a long time before you begin to
do, and perhaps uncle will not let you."
Her foreboding was fulfilled. Mr.
Crampton had no notion what was in
his nephew's mind. He had asked him
once what he wished to do in life ; after
a moment's hesitation Samuel had an-
swered, "Serve the Lord.' Startled
somewhat at the solemnity of the utter-
ance, he had taken it to have a general
application, not dreaming that Samuel
intended it to be the sole and only
purpose of his living. Business with him
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was poor, his means were small; as a prac
tical man, it seemed to him righteously
obvious that the lad should be trained
to battle early with the world. Trade he
was intended for, and when he asked the
boy that question he wished to know
what trade he might prefer; Samuel did
not understand him, and he did not
understand Samuel. So he resolved in
his own mind that the lad should be
apprenticed to a grocer.
That same evening, when his own work
was over, he called the boy in, and told
him of his purpose. On his fourteenth
birthday he was to enter into the world.
Mr. Crampton did not feel justified, either
for his own sake or the boy's, in delaying
Samuel listened perfectly silent. This
was a revelation which fell upon
him like a cloud from heaven; he was
for a moment stunned. Was thus his
purpose to be fulfilled? Was this his
dream ? Was the great purpose of his
life to be thus destroyed ?
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His uncle noted his silent, stricken
attitude with some surprise; but his
surprise was greater when he found
How can I do two things ? Paul
did not. I cannot serve God and
His uncle looked at him, puzzled.
This boy always was a mystery to him.
There was something in him he could
not understand. Now he watched him
with wondering eyes, unable to see his
drift. At last, in an undecided voice,
"What do you mean ?" he asked.
Samuel paused before he answered.
Don't you remember once you asked
me what I would do in life, and I
said, 'Serve the Lord?' I thought you
understood me then. I am very young
now; but when I get older I could do
that better than anything; I think I
could please God."
Mr. Crampton was confounded. What
did the child mean ? He knew that one
could do what Samuel wished to do, serve
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the Lord, and yet work hard for daily
bread. There. are more ways of doing
that than one. He felt that some
strange notion was in his nephew's head.
My boy," was his reply, and he laid
his hand on his shoulder; "don't run
away with foolish thoughts. You are
old enough now to serve Him. The
best way of doing that is to do your duty
in the sight of God."
But," answered Samuel, who himself
was in a maze of doubt," I want to do
that only. I want to serve Him with
all my heart and life and strength; I
want to give myself to God. He wants
labourers, and I should like to labour.
I cannot do that if I am a grocer."
This was shedding light upon the
question. Mr. Crampton imagined that
the boy's thoughts turned towards the
ministry, though he was surprised at this
persistency in one so young. On this
tew aspect of affairs he could not decide
at once. He must consult with others
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I did not know that this was what
you wished: I did not understand you
when you spoke before. I will think of
what you say, and speak to you again."
So Samuel was dismissed.
He went to his own room. He was
in no mood to meet James and Martha.
This had come upon him like a blow;
for the first time he saw it was not as he
would, but as his uncle would his course
must be. It was not as he wished, but
as others planned; his lot in life was
in the hands of others. And if their
intentions clashed against his ?
0 Lord," his thoughts ran upward
as he sat on his bedside, if I am not
to serve you with all my life, will you
forgive me? My way is not quite my
own; all I have I owe to uncle. If he
sends me to a grocer, may I give you all
the time I have to spare ? I will do that,
0 Lord, I will do that. Will you for-
give me if this is all I can do ?"
This strange lad sat, and mused, and
pondered. The moon stole across the
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trees, glancing through the open window,
illumining him with its cold glory, and
still he thought, Would the Lord accept
this half-service he could render ? He
did not yet perceive that one may have
one's hands full of work from morning
till night, and yet be living to the Lord.
He did not comprehend the fact that
one need not be a minister to be obedient
to His will.
The twelfth of Corinthians chanced to
be the chapter which he read before he
went to bed. He came upon Paul's ques-
tions, Have all the gifts of healing ?
Do all speak with tongues ? Do all
interpret ?. But covet earnestly the best
gifts : and yet show I unto you a more
He had not full comprehension of the
apostle's teaching; but the mere perusal
of his words eased his mind, so that
when later James came to lie beside him,
he found him sleeping calmly, the moon-
light revealing the smile which played
upon his face.
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T was now settled what
'- : -, Samuel was to be. Mr.
gCrampton had thought
it over, and anxiously
S .,- debated it with friends.
S -. They had concluded that,
S under the circumstances
:, of the case, he was not
S j u stifled in yielding to what,
a alcer all, might be a childish
whim. It would be a hazardous ex-
periment to dedicate him to the ministry
while yet so young; and, on the other
hand, he could ill afford to keep him
longer at home, waiting for what time
might prove. Besides, suppose after all
-as was very possible-the lad might
change his mind, the years would have
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been thrown away, and he would have
to do what he might have done so long
before. So it was finally decided Samuel
should be a grocer.
He learnt their decision quietly and
without remark. The minister and Mr.
Crampton's brother deacons were assem-
bled in conclave when they called him
in. He listened to what they had to
say, but said nothing in return. His
manner puzzled all of them; they agreed
that he seemed to be a changed boy.
"But," said-Mr Hills, the senior deacon,
"it will go off in time; at his age boys
are odd creatures; but it's nothing; as
they get older, they shake off their
peculiarities, and become like the rest of
people." He had a large family of his
own, and spoke, probably, from ex-
The news affected James and Martha
strongly. Samuel was, unconsciously,
their hero. From him they expected
great things-the great things he him-
self foretold. Hazily, but actually, they
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pictured him treading a great path in
life, reaching a great end in view. In
their childish way they placed him on a
pedestal above his fellows; and this was
to be the end of it.
They felt for him deeply. When
they heard that all was planned, James
looked gloomy, meeting his brother with
downcast eyes and bent head. Samuel
outwardly was just the same; his head
was still erect, there was still that calm
expression upon his countenance, still
that far-off earnest look was in his eyes.
But Martha, quick to see, saw that in-
wardly there was a change; that he
felt this more than they did, more than
he would show; so she came and put her
arms about his neck, and kissed him.
Samuel," she whispered, anddiamond
drops were in her bright eyes, I am
so sorry-I cannot tell how sorry. But
perhaps it will all come right in the
Sister," these odd children had odd
ways of addressing each other; it was
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curious to see how grave they could be
-" sister, it is all right now. The Lord's
ways, you know, are not our ways; if
He wants me to be a grocer, it is just
what I ought to be. I am not afraid;
in time we shall see things better."
She listened to this twelve-year philo-
sopher, her violet eyes reading what was
within. If his dreams were fled, he
would accept their flight; he was willing
to serve the Lord in the fullest sense of
serving. It never struck her that this
was a change; it never occurred to her
that they were out of the common in
any way. They loved each other so
dearly, that neither wondered at the
other's action. It is a good thing for
children to live in unity.
From that day Samuel drooped. They
might not notice it-though Martha did,
but thenceforward a change came over
him. Quiet before, he was quieter now,
He lived, as it were, within himself,
accepting what each day brought forth
in a quaint, unconscious way. Never
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much a lover of childish games, he cared
nothing for them now. While they
played, and the sun shone, and their
voices rose through the clear, sweet air,
he read and thought. Thomas a Kempis'
Imitation of Christ had in some way
reached his hands, and over that he pon-
dered day and night. It is a book which
you have never heard of, and would not
care for, perhaps, if you had it. But
Samuel made it a companion to his
Towards the close of summer, they
paid their yearly visit to the sea. Mr.
Crampton himself, busied in many ways,
could not leave home for long, so lie
saw them to their journey's end, and left
them in good hands.
Walton they went to. Walton-on-the-
Naze, that is, a town in Essex. It is a
fine place for children. There are long
sweeping sands, silver sands. And there
are some famous cliffs, not dangerous,
but which all should visit, filled with
fossils, which have lain hidden there for
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ages, until, perhaps, some youngster's
spade comes and digs them out, and he
claims them for his own.
On the sands they would pass whole
days, walking and playing by the sea.
Samuel did not always join them: he
was getting languid, and was easily tired.
His weak frame could bear little exertion;
they would set out on a long ramble, and
before they were there he would be so
mastered by fatigue, that he had to sit by
the road-side before he had strength to
start off home again.
Besides, it was more congenial em-
ployment to seek some sheltered nook,
where he could watch the waves idly
lapping the shining sands, and be alone
and undisturbed. There he would pass
long hours, reading sometimes, thinking
sometimes; and his thoughts and his
books were strange for one so young.
But the healthy breezes and the vigorous
air brought no roses to his cheeks.
There came a day which was to be
memorable in the lives of each of them.
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In the morning it was clear and sunny.
There were many people on the sands
enjoying the lovely weather. The sea
spread out like a sea of molten glass
throbbing up and down. The wavelets
rippled gently to the shore. The whis-
pered murmur of the ocean was soothing
in the sunshine. The hum of children's
voices rose upon the land. Overhead
the skies were blue, unspangled by a
single cloud. The rustling breezes from
the sea just lent freshness to the scene.
It was a typical day in an English
But, as the afternoon advanced, there
came a change. Fleecy cloudlets floated
across the sea; gradually they increased
in size and blackness, gathering volume
as the day went on ; by five o'clock they
spread entirely across the sky. The sun
had gone, blotted out by heavy clouds.
The breeze, which was so pleasant in
the morning, rose every now and then
in a shrill, whistling cry. The sea was
troubled, long lines of foam flashed on
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its heaving breast. Darkness came
down where everything had been so
bright. Visitors kept indoors; fishermen
looked with anxious eyes across the
waste of waters; a storm was coming.
On some people the foreboding of a
storm has a singular effect. It seems to
touch some hidden chord within their
bosom, which wakes them into restless-
ness. They become in sympathy with
nature, troubled and unquiet. Samuel
was one of these. As the signs of storm
became more threatening and pro-
nounced, he became more restless and
disturbed. He seemed unable to keep
still, unable to fix his attention on any
book or occupation. This was strange
in him who was always so self-con-
James and Martha both noticed his
agitation, remembering it long afterwards.
They lodged at a cottage which faced
the sea; they had but to open the door,
pass through the little garden, and they
were on the shore. The three of them
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were in the little room in front, which
served as sitting-room and parlour,
Martha in the old arm-chair, large enough
to hold four of her, James leaning over
the side, the two together looking at a
large book full of pictures. It was an
ancient copy of Bunyan's Holy War,
and the curious plates afforded them no
little scope for wonder. Samuel was
ostensibly reading Foxe's time-honoured
Book of Martyrs, ostensibly only, for
though the volume lay open his attention
was but little engaged by its contents.
He could not sit still, he was up and
down, roaming round the room, to the
window and back again, in a strangely
unquiet mood. His face worked pain-
fully, his eyes flashed; quicksilver seemed
in his limbs. To and fro, to and fro in
aimless fashion, he paced the room : an
unnatural excitement constrained him.
While they looked at the pictures, with
straightened back, uplifted head, feverish
looks, he wandered hither and thither,
every now and then muttering aloud.
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Evening came, the shadows fell, it
was dark betimes. He stood at the
window peering through the pane, listen-
ing to the screaming gusts, the roaring
of the waters, watching the billows foam.
Too dark to see the pictures longer,-
James and Martha came to him, and the
three stood side by side. Martha quickly
observed her brother's agitation.
"Are you not well ?" she asked him.
" Does your head ache ?"
Samuel was liable to headaches.
"No, no; I am well, there is nothing
wrong with me; only-only, do you not
see there is going to be a great storm,
Martha? You will see to-night the
windows of heaven opened, the winds let
loose upon the sea. When Jesus walked
upon the waves, was it like this ? What
was Peter's faith, if he failed to trust in
There was a passion in his tone most
unusual with Samuel. They looked at
him surprised. In the gathering dark-
ness they could see how pale he was,
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how every muscle of his face seemed
working with emotion. Martha, fright-
ened at she knew not what, put her hand
through his arm, and drew him to her.
James, after weighing his brother's words,
replied to them in his own fashion.
"I don't think Peter was afraid; it
was very brave of him to go at all. If
Jesus were to come again, I think I
would walk across all the seas in the
world to come to Him. It would be
very grand to walk upon the sea.
They said nothing. Martha's attention
was absorbed by Samuel: he paid little
heed to his brother's words. Suddenly
he broke out again.
"What of the sailors? If I had a
mother upon the sea in a storm like this,
should I be afraid for her ? If I loved
her dearly, should I have strength to
leave her with the Lord ? It would be
better so-better for her, better for me
-but it would be hard to do. Martha,
I should say, 'Thy will be done with me
through all my life. I would say that
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gladly. It is harder to say, 'Thy will be
done with those we love.'"
This abstract religion was an unknown
field to them; they did not understand
his meaning. They were children yet
in mind, he was older than a child; the
simple truths of daily living they loved
to hear; he went higher up to God.
If I had a mother," answered James,
"and she was on the sea, and there came
a storm, I would pray for her-I would
pray for her with all my might, and then,
if she came near to land, I would go out
in the life-boat and bring her home."
Martha's reply was different. With
some dim idea of comforting her brother,
she said, "Let us sing a hymn; come,
Samuel, one for those at sea."
Unresistinglyhe went with her. There
was an old harpsichord in the room, in
which half the notes were dead, the other
half but the faintest echoes of what they
might have been. Martha's knowledge
of music was not extensive, but with one
finger she could strum the airs of most
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of their favourite hymns. So now with
those grand words of William Whiting,
beginning, Eternal Father, strong to
save," the three childish voices rose in
Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd'st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep :
Oh hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea."
Without the storm was already brew-
ing; darkness was upon the land, the
moaning winds were rising higher every
moment, forebodings of disaster hung
upon the world; without all was terrible
and terrifying, but within the childish
voices rose again and again:
"Oh hear us when we cry to Thee
For those in peril on the sea."
Just as the last verse was ended, and
the promise of "Glad hymns of praise
from land and sea" was chorussed forth
with all their hearts and voices, there
came a blinding flash of lightning, and
the earth seemed to shake with the rolling
By the Sea.
of the thunder. Martha gave a little
startled cry, and all was silence. Samuel,
speaking clearly and quietly, with the
old familiar sweetness, every trace of
agitation gone, broke the pause.
"That is the beginning of the storm;
now we shall see the wonders of His
hand." He moved to the window and
looked out; dimly the fishing smacks
could be seen crowding on the shore.
Martha, I- cannot stay indoors, it -is
so close; how can I keep here when it
is so grand outside ?"
This was another change in him.
Ordinarily, when the weather was un-
toward, he would retire to his room to
read till the battle of the elements had
ceased. But-he was altered now; with
the same calm, quiet air he looked for
his hat, and prepared to sally forth. The
idea was a capital one to James; but
Martha, at a loss to understand this new
phase in steady Samuel, was troubled.
"Come along!" cried James, rushing
tumultuously to find his hat; "it will be
36 In his Falter's Arms.
splendid on the shore. If there's a wreck
we'll see the lifeboat launched. Wouldn't
I like to save a ship !"
It is raining hard, and you have no
overcoat," said Martha, anxious for
Samuel; ".you will get cold, and uncle
will be grieved."
Martha," he returned, in a tone- she
never forgot, as he touched her with his
hand, I must go, I cannot stay; sup-
posing the Lord has work for me
More troubled than ever at his words
and manner, she got ready to go with
him. The man with whom they lodged
was a fisherman; his wife was already
with the crowd upon the sands. They
did pretty much as they pleased; there
was no one to hinder them going now.
"Take my hand," said Samuel to
Martha; "the wind is high: it will per-
haps be hard to stand."
She did so without a word; James
stood upon her other side. The wind
was high; it had risen now to a tumul-
By the Sea. 37
tuous gale, dashing from the land with
the force of a tornado. Their voices
were inaudible in the uproar of winds
and waters. It was unusually dark
for summer, surrounding objects were
shrouded in heavy gloom. They could
just make out the shadowy outline of
people clustering together; before them
the foam glanced upon the summits
of the billows. Now and again, the
clouds rent asunder, and vivid lightning
added grandeur to the scene; even the
raging elements were as nothing against
the roaring of the thunder.
"What are they looking at?" asked
James, as they neared the cluster of
people looking with one accord across
the boiling waters. His words were
heard, even in the storm, by the practised
ears of a fisherman at his side.
Looking at ?" he replied; a boat.
Joe Hudson's is out upon the sea."
"Joe Hudson's boat!" said Samuel,
his white face plainly visible: "0 Lord,
is there anything for me to do ? "
THY WILL, 0 LORD
l HE landlord of the cot-
/I tage where they were
I staying was Joe Hud-
son, whom they had
known from babyhood.
Year after year Walton
had been their seaside
destination; year after
4 z* year they had gone to
Joe Hudson's house.
He had a son, a lad a little older than
Samuel. During their long intercourse
a friendship had grown up between him
and these three little ones. He was a
frank, open, honest boy, the very reverse
of Samuel,-as active as he was weak,
as boisterous as he was quiet. Yet,
oddly enough, an affection had risen
between them; Bob Hudson was the
Thy Will, 0 Lord. 39
only friend Samuel had outside his own
small family circle. Therefore, when he
heard Joe Hudson's boat was upon the
sea, his first thought was, was Bob with
him ? The unspoken question was soon
Among that watching, waiting crowd
was a woman, undergoing the agony it
is sometimes the lot of the fisher's wife
to undergo, praying, hoping her husband
might be brought to her arms again.
Margaret Hudson was a Christian
woman used to the stern battle of the
world. Many a time and oft had she
known the anguish of suspense, while
her husband snatched his daily bread
and hers from the bosom of the deep.
Repetition does not dull such a feeling.
Fully she trusted in the Lord; Sunday
after Sunday, night after night, morn
after morn, did she and Joe commit
their ways to Him; but there is that in
our bosoms which will throb, be our
trust in Him never so perfect, when our
loved ones are in peril of their lives.
40 In his Falter's Arms.
The Lord is merciful -and just, all-loving
and all-wise, all His ways are righteous;
she knew this well, yet she could not
restrain a pang of fear when it was
stormy weather, and Joe was upon the
sea. So now, to-night, amidst this
confusion of the waters, she came to
watch for him.
Wrapped in an old checked shawl,
which covered her head as well as
shoulders, she looked with yearning eyes
across the raging billows. Her lips
were tightly closed; the lines on her
plain, honest face stood out in clear
relief; not a muscle showed that her
heart was leaping against her breast,
that her blood was alternately hot and
cold as she waited for her mate; only
the expression of her countenance was
pale and pitiful, white and anxious.
Would that the Lord would spare him
Moving through the crowd the three
little ones came on her. Even in the
darkness Samuel recognized the familiar
Thy Will, 0 Lord. 41
figure. He put out his hand and
touched her arm.
Margaret !" said he.
She started, and looked down at him.
She was not surprised to see them in
such a place at such an hour. Nothing
would have surprised her then; all her
thoughts, all her prayers, were out with
the boat upon the sea.
0 Lord!" she cried, as if replying
to his touch, "bring back my husband
and my lad to me!"
Then Samuel knew that Bob was with
his father. He caught her arm again,
and, half unconsciously, she bent her
head to catch his words.
"Margaret; don't fear. Let us pray
God they may, come back to you."
He spoke close to her ear, so that she
heard his words. There was something
in his voice which startled her. Who
was this twelve-year-old lad to talk like
that ? How could he know, as he said
he did ? Yet there was that something
in his tone, clear, calm, and childish
42 In his Father's Arms.
though it might be, a glow upon his
features, which filled her with amaze-
ment. What did he mean? But she
did not ask, for the little ones passed
on, and she stood there again alone.
And now all attention was centred
on the sea; centred, rather, on one
specimen of man's handiwork which was
upon it-a boat: a boat which looked,
at that awful season, so like a toy, in
comparison to the might and majesty
of the tumult and confusion which were
about it, so like a plaything for children's
hands, that it seemed almost a miracle
it was not momentarily vanquished and
gone for ever! Indeed, it was like a
battle, the boat against the sea. Which
would win? Knowing little of the
realities of the case, a man placed then
and there upon that shore to adjudge
the chances would say the boat was
doomed; its fate was ruin !
But such a man would know little of
the nature of his brother men who were
in that boat, little of the character of the
Thy Will, 0 Lord 43
thousands upon our coasts who win their
bread upon the waves. Despair! Such
a thing was never heard of. Fear It
was a dream. The English fisherman
is like-the English fisherman. What
other comparison can you find ? Daily,
almost, he dares perils, bears fatigues,
which would amaze us if the tale were
ever told. Danger, death, staring him
in the face, they are incentives rousing
up every instinct of his manhood to
make him every inch a man. Wife and
children wail for him on shore; it is his
duty to dare everything for their sakes;
his duty to God and to his fellows to
save his life-for them. And how these
dixties are fulfilled! What pen shall
ever aptly tell the tale ?
They were some hundred yards from
land, this boat and its little crew. A
short distance; yet, at such a time, how
far! It was just those hundred yards
which were most difficult to pass.
The wind blew from the south-west-
from the land-with terrific force. It
44 -n his Father's Arms.
was difficult to keep one's footing against
the gusts. For a moment it would drop;
then, gaining assurance from the com-
parative calm, the spectator would forget
the necessity to be prepared at all points
to meet its rage. Suddenly it would
return, as though the windows of heaven
were unloosed and the tornadoes of the
skies dashed upon the world; the
forgetful looker-on would totter, but
save himself from falling by grasping
his neighbour's arms. While the whirl
continued, he needed all his strength to
Against its violence the boat, impelled
by the united strength of its small crew,
could make but little headway. They
need be careful, too, how they proceeded,
endeavouring to catch the calmer mo-
ments of the storm, and yet be ready
for its returning rage.
The waves dashed over them; they
rode upon their summit. Hidden from
sight, then before the eyes of all. Each
time they sank from view there was an
Thy Will, 0 Lord.
anxious interval of waiting for their
return. Every moment they might be
overturned; and when again there came
a rising wave, the empty boat might be
seen with them washed out of it. The
waves dashed to the shore, to be dashed
back by the wind. On that neutral
ground where waves met wind was a
pitched battle of foam, surf, and spray!
It was an exciting scene. The hearts
of all beat high. Help from the land,
situated as they were, was vain. No
boat had a better chance than they who
struggled. To attempt to rescue would
be to put themselves in peril, with no
hope of helping others. They could
only stand and watch; the Lord held
the issue in His hand.
Can they do nothing ?" asked
Martha, who was trembling from head
to foot, clasping Samuel's arm with both
her hands, can they do nothing to give
them help ? It is so dreadful to stand
and watch, and be able to do no more!
Oh, if they should die "
46 In his Father's Arms.
Samuel was standing facing the sea,
his hands behind his back--a favourite
attitude of his-watching the conflict
with pale face and eyes that seemed
flashing through the gloom. His hat
was pressed close upon his head, his
jacket was unbuttoned and flapping in
the wind, his figure was drawn to its full
height, his slight form, in that dread
hour, seemed to possess a dignity entirely
its own. Martha remembered it all so
well in the years which were to come.
His answer was in the old, calm tones,
but with the new strange thrill which
gave a hidden meaning to his words.
Martha, you know I always thought
that I should do something for the Lord.
Whatever happens, you must remember
that all is right which is His will."
She heard him-heard every word;
even in the raging of the tempest her
brother's voice was distinctly audible,
his words never to be forgotten. She
was a little girl then, only nine years old,
and he was twelve.
Thy Will, 0 Lord. 47
The minutes passed with leaden wings.
Incbh by inch the boat drew nearer land
and life. Now it gained a yard, and
now the sea, coming with relentless
force, revenged the gain. Time after
time their fate hung in the balance; it
seemed as if nothing but a miracle could,
save them from destruction; the heart's
blood of those upon the shore stood still,
cold came on them-the frost of fear-
their eyes grew dim, when the Lord in
His exceeding mercy snatched them
from the impending death, and the fight
How long the. struggle lasted would
be hard to say. To them it seemed as
though hours had passed; but in mo-
ments of agony and suspense a year is
rolled into an hour. At last the distance
between them and safety was decreased
by more than half. The storm still
raged with all its fury, but hope now
beat high that soon they would be
sheltered from its rage.
Samuel was still in the same strange
48 In his Falter's Arms.
state of excitement, evidently putting a
restraint upon himself that he might
stand still. James was excited too, but
in a different manner.. The intense
splendour of the scene-for is not a
storm splendid ?-filled him with a
wonder and awe beyond the power of
speech. He strained his eyes to watch;
his mouth was even wider open than his
eyes. But Martha's whole attention
was centred upon Samuel.
Nearer and nearer came the boat.
It was almost within reach now. If
they sprang out they might even find a
footing on the silver sands. Suspense
became intense still. The people
crowded closer to the waves, eager to
give a hand of welcome.
And now a great shout breaks from
the crowd: "Hurrah! hurrah! the lads
That English shout, which can be
heard even above the tempest's din, that
great chorus of strong voices speaking
when the heart is full!
Thy Will, 0 Lord. 49
But the cry of exultation was before
its time. They were saved almost, but
not quite yet. There was to be a
narrow slip twixtt cup and lip before the
triumph should be won. A scene which
for all time would live in the memories
of many,-in the hearts of some.
The boat almost touched the land,
was almost saved. Strong men, amidst
the cries and shouts of the on-lookers,
rushed into the sea to seize it and drag
it up the shore. But the sea, coming
with renewed rage, swept it from their
reach. There was a cry of terror and
surprise; in an instant the frail craft
seemed tossed into mid-air; there was
an awful silence, strong men held their
breath, their faces paled; when, amidst
a silence the more striking from its
contrast to the previous storm, the boat
fell back again-keel uppermost!
A groan burst from every soul upon
that beach-so was the silence broken.
It was a sudden return from joy to
sorrow. Women wrung their hands,
In his Father's Arms.
Running hither and thither, their lamenta-
tions adding to the horror of the scene.
The boat had been overturned in
hardly six feet of water-but what
water ? Before the crew had fully awoke
to the reality of their peril, the maddened
waves would have hurried them out to
sea, and then what chance for safety?
In such a sea, what man could hope
to live alone ? The general thought
throughout that crowd was that all was
lost. But again man's calculations were
as nothing before the dispositions of
The fishermen stoot just out of reach
of the fury of the waves, watching for
the reappearance of their comrades.
Ropes were in their hands, life-buoys
attached to the end. Everything was
to be done which man could do to save
There was one standing close by,
unnoticed by the rest, who was to play
a leading part in that memorable time-
Samuel. A cry went up that one of the
-Thy Will, 0 Lord. 51
crew had risen to the surface:; indeed,
it was plain to all. It was a lad; they
could distinguish his boyish form against
the white waste of foam, his face was
turned upwards, they could see it too.
"It's Bob Hudson!" the cry arose;
"Bob Hudson, who can't swim! "
Quick as possible a rope, with a buoy
fastened to the end, was thrown within
reach of the drowning boy. But,
quicker still, a figure-a slight figure-
sprang from' amidst the crowd, and,
leaping among the contending billows,
swam to rescue the drowning lad.
And the same instant a shrill, girlish,
childish voice arose-
Samuel, Samuel, don't go You'll
drown! you'll drown !"
If Samuel heard, he heeded not, but
battled with the billows.
SHE lad was saved. 'I am
not going to take you
Through harrowing details
Sto work you to excite-
ment. The lad was
i saved-that suffices. It
S was a stern battle between
life and death; but in
the end, such was the Lord's will, life
Few upon that shore thought it would
be so, few thought there could be any
end but one. There was one thing
Samuel could do-he could swim. The
water had been to him, even from baby-
hood, an element he loved. He was
like a fish, flashing and gliding through
the summer seas, sporting on the rippling
wavelets, diving to their emerald depths.
Called Home. 53
Strangely enough, his languor left him in
the sea, he was another creature, over-
flowing with life and animation.
This stood him in good stead now,
so that, though he was indeed so weak,
he was more capable for the task he had
undertaken than one stronger. might
have been. Therefore, while they stood
breathless on the shore, they saw him
reach the drowning boy, and seize him
by the hair. A buoy floated within
a yard of him. -A wave washed it withir
his range; he caught it, and still clinging
to Bob, they hauled both to shore.
What a welcome they accorded him I
Strong arms lifted him, women's hands
caressed him amidst universal acclama-
tion. While still the storm raged wildly,
the two boys were carried up the shore.
Let me come-let me come to him,"
cried a little voice.
It was Martha, struggling to approach
her brother. They let her through, and
paused, high up the shore, to see how
the lads were doina.
In his Father's Arms.
To their eyes rescue for Bob Hudson
had come too late. He lay like a log
in his bearers' arms, wet and senseless,
white and cold-the life was gone out
My boy my Bob !" was his mother's
cry, as she bent over his prostrate form.
" O God, give back my boy to me "
-The rescuer's state seemed no better;
he too was pale and senseless, still and
cold. If these two little ones had'gone
so swiftly to their Father's home The
sister's heart welled -over, she flung
herself beside him, and cried as though
her heart would break. But the doctor
Come, my dear, this will not do; you
destroy all the chances he may have.
Carry him quickly and gently to the
house; let us pray God he is not dead
yet. There is life in him still. He is a
So, following his instructions, they
took them swiftly to the house. There
undressing them, the two were placed
upon the bed, and all that science could
do was done to win for them a fresh lease
of life. Meanwhile the crowd waited
for the result.
It came at last. Bob, muscular and
robust, soon relieved his mother's anguish
by giving unmistakable signs that death
had not yet claimed him for its own.
Slowly, but surely, he awoke to con-
sciousness and recognition of those
around. With Samuel it was a harder
task. The delicate frame had been
tasked to the utmost; he had not Bob's
natural energy to fall back upon. For
long the doctor feared all his efforts
would be in vain; he seemed so feeble
and prostrated; but in the end skill
triumphed, and by the skin of his teeth
as it were, he escaped the Valley of the
Shadow, by whose confines he had
Is Bob saved ? were his first words,
spoken in such a weakly voice, his great
solemn eyes looking upward to the
doctor's anxious face bent over him.
56 In his Father's Arms.
"Yes, Bob is saved; and if you do as-
well as he, my little man, we shall all
have cause for thankfulness."
And are the others saved ?" was his
All are saved," was the doctor's
answer. So indeed it was.. The Lord's
ways are not our ways.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform:
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm."
And from that deep, which was in itself
such an emblem of His power and might,
he had taken Joe Hudson and his mate
in the hollow of His hand. So that
night tears had a rest, and rough men
and women's hearts, at least in Walton,
But restoration upon Samuel's part
was not entire. From the first shock
he did recover. But the after effects
clung to him. He had not the stamina
necessary to bring him scatheless through
such a trial of all the forces of his nature.
'Called Home. 57
The excitement gone, the tension of his
nervous energies unstrung, there came
reaction. He was weak and helpless
almost as a baby. The doctor's experi-
enced eyes saw this even from the first.
Your lad," he said to Mrs. Hudson,
as he was going, "is right enough, and
your husband too; there is no fear of
them; but that little one," motioning to
Samuel's bed, "it is not all well with
him; the struggle has yet to come."
And so it proved. Day followed day,
and still he lay in bed; bright weather
came, but no strength came to him.
Powerless, he would lie the whole
day through, at times the whole night
too, in the same position, one white hand
outside the coverlet, the other beneath
his head, his eyes wide open, the ghost
of a smile playing about his pallid lips,
an expression of weariness, upon his
little face: It baffled all their efforts to
get him to take an interest in life.
I feel so tired," he would say, when
they exhorted him to read, or do some-
In his Father's Arms.
thing to while away the hours. f am
so tired, I cannot read. It is quite com-
fortable here, so comfortable I cannot
tell you. I feel as though I were waking
out of a .great long sleep; and to hear
the waves splashing along the shore, to
see the sun shining through the window,
it is like a dream."
It was like a dream. Too like a
dream to last. One day the doctor
brought a friend with him, a grave gen-
tleman, with gold spectacles, a pleasant
smile lighting up his keen, clever face.
It was another doctor, come from Har-
wich, to see what he could make of
The two sat down beside his bed, and
talked for half an hour in the easiest,
chattiest fashion, asking a question now
and then, but really seeming to pay no
heed to his answers; so Samuel had not
the least idea what they had come about,
thinking only it was a kindly call to
cheer his loneliness. But as they left
him; Doctor No. 2 told Doctor No. i
that but little life was left in the boy,
and that even that little might not last
long. So, in accordance with his friend's
advice, Doctor No. I wrote to his uncle,
warning him of his nephew's state.
Samuel himself soon foresaw the end.
It is strange how often those who, if
they had only lived, might apparently
have done good service to their fellows,
and have glorified the name of God,
are taken early to their eternal home;
but it is only strange, because we cannot
see now the full perfection of His way.
In time we shall understand it all. There
are some, you may have heard, who laugh
when we tell them of children going in
their childhood to their Saviour's arms;
God forgive them, they know not what
they do. If He sees fit to take us,
whether young or old, God grant, chil-
dren, that it be to go to Him in glory.
Samuel, as I have said, himself fore-
saw the end. Soon he understood that
the Lord was taking him away.
Martha,' he said to her one sunny
60 In his Father's Arms.
afternoon, as she sat by him, "I am
going-going. I knew that I should
serve the Lord; and now I shall serve
Him evermore in glory. Have you not
read of dying people seeing heaven
even before it comes ? I did not under-
stand it then-I do now. The Lord is
with me now. I am half way across
the river; there is the glory upon the
Martha held his hand while he was
speaking, pressing it with unconscious
force, unable to utter a syllable in return;
her eyes were blinded with tears; the
truth of her brother's words came to her
in an instant. James stood blankly by
the bed, his hands thrust in his pockets,
looking at his brother with a dim sense
of fear. Something was about to happen,
he knew not what; but the mere prospect
of Samuel going, as he said he was, filled
him with a blank sense of terror; his
heart was heavy as lead; for, in his dull
way, he loved his brother -with heart
Called Home. 61
But the end came in the silence of
one summer's night. It was early morn-
ing, three hours after midnight. They
had been expecting it for some short
time past, and were gathered in his
room. There was Mr. Crampton, his
brother and sister, and Mrs. Hudson
kept hovering to and fro. Bob and Joe
were again upon the sea.
There was no light within the room.
He wished there might be none. .With-
out, it was a cloudless night: the moon
hung in all her summer glory, in the
star-spangled heavens. The faintest
ripple stirred the bosom of the deep.
The gentlest of night winds whispered
round the house; there was that perfect
silence upon the world which comes with
The window was wide' open, through
it streamed the moon. His bed was
placed so that all its glory might fall
on him. He lay bathed in a flood of
moonshine-the harbinger of the glory
which was to come.
62 In his Father's Arms.
Mr. Crampton sat one side of the bed,
his hands clasped between his knees,
looking down at the lad who was soon
to serve the Lord elsewhere. His
heart welled up as he listened to his faint
words, understanding, now too late, what
might have been. James and Martha
were on the other side. Little Martha,
weary from long watching, lay on the
coverlet, her head pillowed on her
brother's breast; his arms encircled her,
so near to him she loved so well; in his
last moments she was at rest. James,
still unable to realise the truth, had cried
till his eyes were swollen, his brain duller
than before; it could not be that Samuel
was going, not to return again. But
Samuel told him that it was so.
"It is best for you," quoting uncon-
sciously the words of an old-time song,
" and best for me. I shall cease to puzzle
you now; you never could see, James,
what I was talking to you about. But
in time-in time, you will come to me,
then you will see it all."
But this did not comfort him. He
cried himself redder and redder, hoarser
and hoarser. Nothing Samuel said
could quiet him. At last Mr. Crampton
begged him to be still; but even that
was of no avail.
The sun will rise to-morrow morning
for both you and me," said Samuel, to
Martha, in that clear voice which seemed
clearer than ever now, though so faint.
"Will it not be grand ? It is well that
I should go at night: it is beautiful now;
but what will the morning be ? Uncle,"
turning slightly to him, "it-it is nearly
here. I have been a great trial to you;
but it is over now. Kiss me; kiss me,
all of you."
So they kissed him; Mrs. Hudson
not least tenderly.
"Bob is well ? said he, clinging to her.
"Yes, Bob is well," she answered,
But it was well with Samuel too.
Later on, "Will you pray, uncle ?"
Mr. Crampton prayed very briefly.
64 In his Father's Arms.
these few words only: "Into Thy hands,
O Lord, we commend his spirit. O Lord,
we commit him unto his Father's arms."
Then he read, by the moon's light, at
Samuel's special request, Paul's words :
"' So also is the resurrection of the
dead. It is sown in corruption; it is
raised in incorruption: it is sown in dis-
honour; it is raised in glory; it is sown
in' weakness; it is raised in power: it
is sown a natural body, it is raised a
When Mr. Crampton ceased reading,
he murmured, "'0 death, where is thy
sting ? O grave, where is thy victory ?' "
They were the last words they heard;
then all was over. It was well with the
We found three little ones; we leave
three: two on earth, and one in his
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46 My Lady s Prize, and Efie's did, and How she did it.
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48 Emily's Trouble, and what it 80 Empty Jam-pot. By the Author
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50 Till the Sugar Melts. By M. Lord will Provide.
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54 Cowslip Ball, and other Stories. 85 The Blessed Palm.
55 Little Model, and other Stories. 86 Hubert's Temptation. A Story
56 Mary Sefton. By the Author from Real Life.
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66 Little Andy's Legacy. 97 Miss Pris.
67 How the Gold'Medal was Won, 98 The Story he was Told.
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70 Squire Bentley's Treat. 103 A True Story of Long Ago.
71 Jessie's Visit to the Sunny Bank 104 The Little Midshipman, and
72 Amy's Secret. ByLucYBYER- other Stories.
LaV. 105 How Arthur Found out the
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