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OLD JAMES ON HIS TRAVELS.
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
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THI school-hours had passed, and the sohoB
lars were found,
All seated in ranks, on the sunny play-ground;
For the teacher had promised, if all behaved
That evening a tale about Ireland to tell.
See! now she is coming her word to fulfil-
The wildest among them is silent and still;
The rude and the gentle, the forward and shy,
All anxious to catch the first glance of hesrye;
As, smiling, she takes in the circle her piloe
And turns to the group her benevolent face.
8 OLD JAMES,
I'm going to tell you (the lady began)
A story, dear children, about a great man.
You have heard about many called great upon
Sometimes from their riches, sometimes from
Sometimes from the mighty exploits they have
The battles they've fought, or the kingdoms
Sometimes from their learning, their titles, or
Sometimes from their beauty-that perishing
But though in a great many lands I have
And many great people like these I have
The prize for true greatness I freely award.
To OLD JAMES, who was "great in-the sight
of the Lord."*
Luke i. 16.
THE IRMIH PEDLAR. *
And who was Old James? You of course
Now to answer that question is just my do*
For he was a man 'twas a blessing to know,
As many a labour of kindness would show.
Old James was an Irishman born and bred,
And, like thousands beside him in Ireland, he
A wandering life; and, year after year,
He travelled the land from Coleraine to Cape
Yet 'twas not to beg; for Old James had
As he said, of this world and its "perishtg_
So he sought not for raiment, nor shelter, nor
But he, like his Lord, "went about doipg
They called him a pedlar: but truth, if 'twas
Would say that he gave away more than he sold.
Wherever he wandered, he carried a pack,
Or rather a stout leather box, at his back.
And what was it filled with? Guess, children,
With ribbons, and laces, and jewels, you say.-
No, no, you are wrong.-Says another, "Gold
Gold chains, and gold watches, and twenty
No, no.-" Well, fine gowns, caps and shawls,"
"There's a pedlar that comes every year to
And she buys a new gown, and a shawl from
That serves her for Sundays till he comes
-"I know it! I know !" cries a fourth little
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 11
"'Twas gngerbread-nuts, figs and raisins he
Bull's eyes and red comfits, and sugar-sticks
Just such as we got, ma'am, last Christmas,
--" I'm sure," cries a fifth, "he had scissors
Tapes, bodkins and pocket-books, fit for good
And buttons and needles and thimbles and
For tailors and work-women, earning their
--"I think," says great Tom,-looking won-
(And so he should be, if we judge from his
But many a lesser and younger knows more,)
"I think it was toys in his box that he bore;
Girls value such things, and some boys per-
But, indeed, I myself never cared much for
Well, Tom, 'tis a marvellous pity that we
Can't get others to see us, as we ourselves see.
You're all wrong,-he might have knives,
scissors and toys,
S And gingerbread-cakes, for good girls and
But he carried a treasure through country and
Worth more than the jewels of England's
Ay,-gather the crowns of the earth all to-
They have not against it the weight of a
'Twould be cheap if exchanged for the mines
You have it! you have it! my dear little
I hear you myself,-but pray try to speak
THE IRISH PZDLAR.
"Is think, ma'am, 'twas Bibles he carried
Yes, 'TWAS BIBLES he carried-GOD'S MES-
SAGE OF LOVE
To rebels and sinners, sent down from above:
To tell them he would not that any should die,
But, turning from sin, to the Saviour should
Alas! that so many make light of his word,
Despising the blood of their crucified Lord,
Resisting his Spirit, refusing his grace,
Defying the Maker of all to his face,
Preferring the things that dishonour his name,
And bring on themselves disappointment and
And what will they do in the end ?-When the
Of the trumpet shall summon their dust from
And their guilty unsanctified souls then shall
14 OLD JAMd :
The Saviour,-but not on his bright mercy-
'Tis the day of his wrath!-And where shall
they fly ?-
Can mountains and rocks hide their sins from
Ah! no;--He's no longer the Lamb that was
But Judah's dread Lion,-all hope is now
Dear children! while yet in the season of
Remember your Maker, rejoice in his Truth.
Think much upon that which King Solomon
The pathways of wisdom are pleasant to
In them you'll be safe from the wrath that's
And happy in thinking of heaven, your home,
SRev. v. 6, 6. t Prov. iii. 17
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
Aid, useful while walking like Jesus your
And holy while taught by his Spirit and
Now! NOW! do believe on the Saviour, and
You'll find his sweet promises yea and amen.*
Now! NOW! not TO-MORROW,t-I mean not to
You'll not find him to-morrow---but seek him
For why in a woyld like this should you choose
One hour of such solid enjoyment to lose ?
To him be the praise that there are not a few
Who have this enjoyment!-Dear children,
Now if to Old James and his pack we re-
What he thought ofie Bible perhaps we may
1 Cor. i. 20. salm xcv. 7; 2 Cor. vi. 2.
16 OLD JAMB,
There are many that sell it, and purchase ft
Yet never inquire what it tells them to do;
And some who adorn the outside With pains,
Know nothing about what the inside contains.
Some like a gilt Bible to lay on their shelves,
Who never remember it speaks to themselves.
Nay some read it constantly, day after day,
Can repeat to you chapter on chapter, and
Where such a book, chapter, or verse can be
Yet the gospel to them is no more than a
A musical sound,* that is sweet to the ear,
But to conscience or heart it has never come
Wherever James stopped, 'twas his work,
To visit the hospital, poor-house, or jail.
Sizek. xxxfii. 82.
THE IBISH PBDLAR.
-* -*-- -- --- llp^
If suoh were not found in the place where he
There was surely some school where an hour
might be spent.
It often would happen indeed that he'd see
The school was not such as he wished it
'Twould be plain, when the books and the les-
sons were shown,
That little was taught which was worth being
"Well, well," he would think, "I'll not turn
Some word for my Lord I'll be able to say;
The darker they are, the more need that I
Say something, as he gives me power, for their
If no more I can do, these poor children shall
That there is such a book as the Bible. I'll
18 OLD JAMES,
They haven't got that which God meant for
Who knows what a blessing his word may pro-
'Twas seldom, if ever, Old James gave of-
He spoke with such kindness as well as good
For he knew that whatever our passions may
To scold men for error is not the right way.
We cling but the closer to errors we love,
When others with railing and harshness re-
There's many a tale, did the time but allow,
I could tell of Old James;-for instance, as,
At a school where the Bible had never been
When James brought it forth the stiff school
"When James brought it forth, the stiff schoolmaster
said-." p. 18.
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 21
That to read that book there was opposed to
He never allowed it at all in his school.
"Dear me! sir," said James. "Well, I'm
sorry for that,
For I think it's the book of all books, sir, for
(He meant for the Irish.) Why, sir, I was
Last week, in the County Tyrone, at Cooks-
And I went to a school there,-a school, sir,
(The master's a cousin of Andy M'Clure's,)
Well, it happened I went on their great pub-
When the gentry all round came their visits to
To see what the boys, through the past year,
And who would get prizes and who would get
There were boys (and two yellow-haired ur-
chins he eyed,
Who with faces all eagerness sat by his side,)
Scarce bigger, I'm sure, sir, than these little
And Euclid just hung at their young fingers'
Then, as for arithmetic, that was a joke,
And 'twas marvellous, too, the good grammar
And they'd read you the map of the world, sir,
With twenty things more that I don't under-
All northern boys, too, sir,-and every one
Our southern lads always are smarter than
But the thing above all that my fancy most
Was the knowledge they had about God's bles-
THE IRISH PBDLAR.
There seemed not a truth that its covers
But was writ on their memory, in letters" as
As I read it here.-Not a question you'd
But the boy that was asked had a ready
Oh, sir, my old heart felt 'twas doing me
To find God's kind message so well under-
And I thought, if these boys should grow up
to be men,
Yea, live to complete their three-score years
Of such an unspeakable treasure possessed,
They'll live to be blessings, and die to be
The school-master said not a word in reply,
But twirled round his rule, and looked sheepish
Encouraged by silence, Old James just the
Laid his hand on his shoulder, and said with a
-"I think, sir, if every young lad in the
Had this volume of love and of peace in his
He'd have more of that love and that peace in
And fighting and fears from old Ireland
Oh, sir, can it be that the story of grace,
Proclaiming God's pity to man's guilty race;
Revealing a Saviour almighty to save,
Who himself! his own self! as our sacrifice
Declaring him ready to pardon our sin,
And the Spirit, too, ready to cleanse us
Can such things be known, sir, to any young
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 15
And not make it tender and loving and
Now, children, while this conversation went
Every boy in the school was as still as a
Devouring each word as Old James put it
And wishing their school was like those in the
Till the school-master said, "Sir, I'm sorry,
'Tis not in my power to permit you to read;
But I'd like to hear more of the schools you
For I know that you have a great traveller
As the nights are now bright, and the weather
Perhaps you'd walk this way again, sir, at
6 OLD JAMES,
Our house is the first in the lane that you
And my wife will be happy to give you your
'Twas just what James wished; so he pro-
mised to go,
And quitted the school-all the boys bowing
Now some may suspect that the school-mas-
I'o beat, or abuse poor Old James when he
His money to take, or his pack to destroy,
Or burn up his Bible-his treasure-his joy.
Such things have been done-that is certainly
But we'll not condemn all for the sins of a
Or even of many.-The school-master's rhind
Was busy with thoughts of a different kind;
THE IBSH PBDLAR.
For he longed to hear more of that Bible,
That morning had dawned on his wondering
Yet fearful lest any his wish should remark,
He appointed Old James to come to him at
The moon was just rising in beauty and
As James took his seat at the master's fire-
And she was just turning her course to the
When he and the school-master thought of
I can't tell you all, that at that meeting
But this I can tell you,-it was not the last.
For day after day James his journey delayed,
And night after night the same visit he paid;
John iii. 2.
W5 OLD JAMES,
And one and another each evening dropped in,
To hear the glad news of a Saviour from sin.
Untired-untiring, the story he told,
Till the school-master's room was as full as
And farther than this, every Bible he
In a week, by the people was eagerly bought;
Some English-some Irish-all did not suf-
So many now sought for the "pearl of great
And when in a fortnight he bade them good-
His heart and his pack seemed so light he
I fear you would think that my story was
If I told all that passed when the pedlar was
Matt. xiii. 46, 46.
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 29
We'll just take a glance at some things that
Then run after James:-so prepare for a race.
There were some in the village-(I can't tell
Who loved not the Bible as well as Old
Nor as those who with him had oft met to
The pathway of life, by the school-master's
And when they discovered the Bible had
And both by the master and children was
(For though he had strictly complied with the
Forbidding God's Book to be read in the
Yet often, at evening, long after sunset,
A group of the boys in his room would be
OU OLD JAMBS,
To read of the things that will make for our
When the cares and the toils of this world
Their anger was great,-and they threatened
If he read it, or let it be read, any more.
And they said of Old James, if he ever came
They'd seize on and burn every book in his
So the school-master quietly told them he
That for each one they burned, the Lord would
That as for himself, 'twas a thing very light
To be judged of man's judgment,*--od'8
word must be right;
He felt that to read it must always do good,
And if they forbade it, he'd go where he
1 Cor. iv. 8.
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
Not long after this he received, by the post,
A letter from Achill, on Connaught's wild
Old James had made mention of him as a
And one he could safely, he thought, recom-
To take charge of a school:--so to Achill he
Where he teaches the Bible, and so is content.
But many were sad in the village he left,
Which was now of his aid and instructions be-
And parents and children were sternly for-
To have such a book. But great part they
Where no one could burn it, or take it away,
Or even discover the place where it lay.
But perhaps you could guess it.-"'I think
'twas a chest,"
WO OLD JAMES,
Cries one.-Says another, "A cupboard is
Made fast in the corner by strong iron hooks."
"But," says Tom, "what's to hinder their
taking the books?"
Says another, "I think it was under the
"No,-under the roof-thatch," exclaims little
"'Tis there that my grandmother hides the
When she goes to sell butter to Ballinatray,
And we're at the school."-Says Tom, "I am
That under the hay-rick is much more secure,
Or under the turf-stack."-Says Dick, "In
There's a hole in the wall, like the nest of a
'Tis snug in the corner, close by the fireside,-
I saw father putting his purse there to
THE IRI8H PUDLAR. 88
'Ah, no! Dickey Wheeler, I guess it; I
'Twas not in a cupboard, a chest, or a press;"
Cries Johnny McNaughten, (a lad very young,
But knowing, and wondrously glib with the
"Nor under a roof-thatch, nor hay-rick, nor
But a place that was safer than one of them
'Twas where David hid it while tending his
'Twas up in their heart,* ma'am, they put it
Yes, Johnny; you're right: it was up in their
And when it is there, none can bid it depart.
Is it hid within ours? Can we gratefully say
We meditate on it by night and by day?
Ah! often the Bible to those is most dear,
Who read it in secret, with trembling and fear;
*Psalm Oxix. 11.
84 OLD JAMaS,
While those who no caution nor secrecy need,
Having no one to make them afraid while they
If they do not forget, or despise, or reject,
Yet pay the blest volume mere outward
But while we've been talking, where is
our old friend?
And where are his wanderings likely to end?
From the banks of the Shannon he skirted the
Intending at Achill a season to rest,
But on his arrival his sorrow was stirred,
And his sympathy quickened by tidings he
So he paused but a night, and next morning
And at evening had reached to the shores of
At the widow O'Reily's he rested the night,
Then off in the morning as soon as 'twas light.
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
In most of his journeys old James preferred
It gave him such ready occasion for talking
On the subject he loved, with whomever he
But all his old ways he seemed now to forget;
And glad to avoid every needless delay,
He mounted a cart when 'twas going his way,
Till, finding a coach, he was quickly set down,
At the end of Kildare street, in Dublin's fair
Well-leaving his pack in an office behind,
He darts through the city as fleet as the
Gay streets and rich squares I behold him
Intent on some object that's not within view,
Till he comes to a building all gloomy and
Where the sunshine itself almost seems to
86 OLD JAMES,
Now, Old James is a person whom every one
To whom each one kindness and courtesy
The porter has just for an order to wait,-
It comes,-and he instantly opens the gate;
How warmly he shakes the old man by the
While all are delighted to wait his commands.
And yet James's poor heart it is sad, very sad,
As he asks for O'Reily, the poor Connaught
He follows his guide to the door of the cell,
And no ope his sorrowful feelings can tell,--
As he stands for some moments, and hears
The wailing lament of this victim of sin.
"Oh, mother! Where are you? Where are
you?" he cries.
"Oh! if you could see your poor Dan, where
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
It's you that would grieve, mother darling, to
The sorrowful end of your trouble with me.
But I know I have broken your heart, mother
Else through fire or water you'd surely be here."
The door is unclosed, and O'Reily is found,
Extended in hopeless despair on the ground;
But hearing their footsteps, he starts to his
Then silent and sullen sinks down on his seat,
Till casting his eyes to the door, he exclaims,
His hands on his face-" Mr. James! Mr.
Poor Daniel O'Reily!-Old James knew
A light hearted lad, full of frolic and song,
Too careless and wilful to heed as he ought
.The lessons of wisdom his friends would have
38 OLD JAMES,
His mother-" and she was a widow"-(the
At whose cottage the pedlar had stopped as he
Had found in the Bible her comfort and joy,
And longed till the blessing was shared by
With grief she remembered his childhood, for
Her faith she received from the teaching of
And hard had she strove from his earliest
To teach him what then she believed to be
But now she was taught by another, and
No faith but the faith of the Bible is true;
And she found it was easy enough to sow
That soon would spring up into poisonous
" Yet still did she labour, and still did she pray,
Assisted by James when he travelled her way." p. 41.
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
But, oh! 'twas anxiety, watching and toil,
To clear them away, root and branch, from
Yet still did she labour, and still did she
Assisted by James, when he travelled her way,
Though hitherto both had acknowledged with
That all had appeared to be labour in vain.
It was not that Dan cared the worth of a song
Which faith might be right, or which faith
might be wrong,
Nor was it the object pursued by his mother,
To turn him away from one to the other.
"'Twill matter but little," she often would
"What name we may bear at the great judg-
If we are not the Saviour's disciples in heart,
We'll be among those he'll command to de-
42 OLD JAMEs,
My prayer for you, Dan, bgh by day and, by
Is that you may be turned from darkness to
Be washed in the Saviour's rich fountain of
And led by the Spirit to every thing good:
The Bible itself, Dan, will teaoh you the
You must try things that differ,* and cleave to
Now sometimes her son would seem touched
as she spoke,
And sometimes he'd turn every word to a
And when good Old James at the cottage was
His heart would be pained at his lightness and
*Phil i 10. See marginal reading, compared with
1 Thess. v 21.
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 48
Twas the pride o Dan's spirit that led him to
To seem worse than he was, when the pedlar
And rather than let him perceive he could
He'd let him believe he was hardened like
"Now do, Mr. James, leave alone a young
And let him be merry as long as he can;-
And, mother, do you put away your new
Don't you know that the ancient religion is
I can't but remember it, mother, I know,
For often enough you have told me 'twas
And that wasn'tt for-people, like me and like
Poor ignorant creatures,-to judge what was
"Yes, Dan, avourneen,* I confess it this
Forgive your poor mother that led you astray.
I said it, indeed, and my heart it is sore,
To think 'twas the teaching I gave you,
I might have known, surely, that He that's
That's blessing us daily with tokens of love,
Would never have left us a groping for light,
Or trusting to man to be told what was right.
I might have known, surely, the book that he
For every man, woman, and child must be
For it's there that we'll find, if we read as we
The ancient religion by man never taught.
'Twas given to Adam just after the fall,
Then sure 'tis the oldest religion of all.
* My darling.
t My dear.
THE IBISH PEDLAR.
Not of "virgin," nor "saint" as a Saviour, we
But the Lord of all creatures, the virgin's
O, Dan! read the Bible, avourneen, you'll see
'Twill bring you a blessing-the same it
"0, yes, mother! yes, when I'm weary and
And my hand it is weak, and my heart it is
But never till Ireland, my country, is free,
And my mother's a lady, as she ought to be!
And the name of O'Reily is honoured, as
They reigned over mountain and forest and
While the stranger's now trampling our sod
with his feet,
Whose iron hoof-prints at each turning we meet,
While a tyrant's degrading our emerald soil,
46 OLD JAMES,
And our children are worn with bondage and
While they're slaves! abject slaves I in the land
that's their own,
To please the usurper that sits on the throne !-
While the deep bleeding wounds of my country
As when first the grim vultures came tearing
And while I'ye a hand in her service to use,
And while I've a life in her service to lose,
It shall never be said that O'Reily stood by,
And gazed on her wrongs with unpitying eye !
No! No! whether living or dying, I'll prove
Still faithful and true to the land of my love!"
Was not that very fine? Dan thought that
But his breath it was spent, and he came to a
Or perhaps he remembered no more of the
THE IRISH PEDLAR. 47
His new-found companions were striving to
For this was all talk that O'Reily was
From men, who with visions his senses' were
What its meaning might be the poor lad never
Or whether it had any meaning or not,
Or whether its meaning were wrong or were
But it sounded' so fine-it enchanted him quite.
The pedlar said nothing, but stared all the
While O'Reily poured forth his oration sub-
His mother, with wonder nailed down where
Cried, "Why, Dan, alanna,* who taught you
48 OLD JAMES,
Dan looked rather foolish, and said not a
So his mother went on,-" 'Tis the first time
As long as I've lived, the O'Reilys were
But time brings to light many wonderful
Just look at your mother, now, Dan, avour-
What a lady she'd make-let alone being
Oh, Mrs. O'Reily," the pedlar began,
(For he thought it was wiser to laugh at pooi
Than by reason to show him that sorrow and
Must follow the course that he now was
"Oh, Mrs. O'Reily," he said-" don't you
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
The Irish were all kings and queens long
And if we shall live long enough, you and I
May see them again kings and queens, by and
-"Well, well," said the widow, "I trust
we'll be given,
Afore that time comes, a bright kingdom in
Alas! poor O'Reily-at present 'twas plain
That reasoning and ridicule both were in vain.
His artful companions had flattered his pride,
And drawn him from duty and reason aside,
Until, at their word he was ready to stand,
A rebel avowed to the law of the land.
So onward and onward, by vanity led,
Before many months had passed over his
In a gay uniform, Dan O'Reily was seen
Engaged in a fight with the troops of the
The skirmish was short, for his friends took
While Dan,-shouting loud for Ould Ireland
and right !"
Refusing, when ordered his weapon to yield,-,
Was struck with a musket, and felled on the
To a neighboring guard-house he then was
Here soon with rough irons his hands were
From thence to the city of Dublin conveyed,
In a cell at Kilmainham the prisoner was laid,
In a week or ten days to be tried for his
How fearful an end of vainglorious strife!
You guess now the tidings Old James came
When he stopped at Achill, as we heard long
And you guess why he went to Lough Conn,
on his way,
Some comforting words to the widow to
And you guess wly he journeyed to Dublin in
And carefully tried not a moment to waste;
For he thought, "The poor fellow is sorely
'Tis surely the time for God's word to be
52 OLD JAMES,
Now, children,-(of course you remember
We left him just entering O'Reily's lone cell:
The lock grated harshly behind him, and then
The culprit burst out with his wailing again.
Beside him, in silence, Old James took his
For he saw that his grief was indeed very
And his own tender
In the pitying tears
In a few minutes
And Old James thus
"Well, Dan, this is
At least, you have
heart found relief from
that fell from him, like
more, they were able to
proceeded the silence to
bad; but it might have
time to repent of your
"The lock grated harshly behind him, and then
The culprit burst out with his wailing again." p. 52.
--~ --~ ---
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
You might have been shot to the heart, as you
Red-hot, in rebellion, and ready for blood,
But now, Dan"-" Ay, now, sir, what time
may be mine?
The trial comes on in the morning at nine!
And then, sir, who knows what the ending
And how little of time may be given to me?"
The shorter your time, the more need you
To take refuge in Jesus as soon as you can;
The portion of life left to you may be brief,
But how few were the hours of the penitent
Yet they were enough for that heart-spoken
Addressed to the Saviour, 'Remember me,
And they were enough for the Saviour to say,
'Thou shalt be in paradise with me to-day.' "--
56 OLD JAMES,
--"Oh, sir, I'd want time, sure, to make
-"No, Dan, he'll do that, if you'll only
\That time had the thief, who came there in sin,
A rebel to Jesus, unholy, unclean ?
But his conscience was touched by the scenes
of that hour,-
He gave himself up to the Lord and his
And Christ, by his Spirit, created him new,-
And he's willing to show the same mercy to
Dan paused for a minute, then groaned in
"Oh, sir, with what swiftness the time's
The day, it is hardly begun when 'tis past,
In my happiest time it went never so fast.
I can't think;-for my mind is swayed upward
THE IRISH PEDLAR.
Like a ship on the sea, when by tempests 'tis
And what can I do, sir?"-"Do just what I
Come to Christ as you are, not a moment delay.
Suppose now the queen,-(and I'm told she is
And to merciful acts is by nature inclined)-'
Suppose she was sitting beside you, like me,
And addressing you thus,-' Now, Daniel,
I am ready your wrongs against me to forgive,
And though you've rebelled, I'll permit you to
If you'll only acknowledge how ill you have
And submit to the laws of my kingdom and
Would it take any time for your spirit to burn
With a sense of her love, and to love in re-
W58 OLD JAM3I,
And to promise and vow from the depth of
From loyalty never again to depart ?
'Tie true that your wrongs against Heaven have
Far greater than those you have done to the
For you've been a rebel to God all your
And broken his laws in ten millions of ways;
But 'twill take no more time for your heart
just to melt
In His love,-not so much !-For no queen ever
Such tender compassion for rebels to her,
As our Father in heaven delights to confer !-
But if you had ages of time at command,
All the fitness that God will accept at your
Is the fitness a beggar must have, to receive
The alms that a prince might be willing to
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Besides, you can't make yourself fit if you
And more than that, Daniel, you wouldn't if
You want to be saved in another way quite .
From what God appoints, though his way must
He beseeches you now from rebellion to cease,
And accept of his offered conditions of peace.
'No, no,' you reply, 'I've a way of my own,
In that way I'll be saved, and in that way
What good can it do you to struggle and fret
Against him,-just like a wild bull in a net.
He is mighty to save, and he's mighty to kill,-
And what can you gain by resisting his will?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. James; I'll be maddened
'Tis that same that haunts me by day and by
I know I'm a sinner,-I cannot deny
I was born, sir, in sin,-and in sin I will die;
And what can I say against God in that day
When he'll give every sinner the fruit of his
Oh, yes, sir! I know he is mighty to kill;
I feel that he can, and I fear that he will.
And then, sir, my mother! I've broken her
And unblessed, unforgiven by her, I'll depart.
They say the true faith will give all that I
And I try to find comfort in that, but I
If I have it one minute, the next 'tis away,
And my heart is just tossed like the waves of
Sweet Virgin! Blest mother! Oh, grant me
Oh, saints, in your glory! look down on my
Oh, pitying angels! afford me your grace,
And visit my soul in this desolate place "--
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"Ah, Dan!" said the pedlar, all gentle and
"Don't look to the Virgin, but look to her
Why, what can she do for your sina to atone,
When Christ is her Saviour as much as your
Yes! yes!-you may look as you will, but 'tis
She needed a Saviour no less, Dan, than you:
Just look at it here in God's own blessed
In' verse forty-seventh-first chapter of Luke;
She was blessed among w9men, we all will
But the CROWN must be set on IMMANUEL'S
There's no other 'twill fit, in heaven or on
For what are the saints but poor sinners by
And what are the angels but servants above,
62 OLD JAMES,
Sent down to our world on errands of love?
And why should we go to the servants for
When the Master himself bids us look on his
"But, sir, the good works of the saints, I
Are more precious in heaven than mountains
And what they don't want will be reckoned to
-"Who have not enough of their own, I
Interrupted Old James. "Well, I think, if
The Bible would say something of it,-don't
But no,-not one word does that volume
Of any such method salvation to gain.
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It says, 'There's none righteous on earth, no,
'Not a just man on earth that no evil has
'They're all gone like sheep from.the shepherd
Each turning himself to his own wicked way.'
'All have sinned and come short of God's
glory;' then where
Have they any good works among others to
If they've nothing but poor 'filthy rags' of
They have no coat for you, as a gift, or a
"Oh! now, Mr. James," Daniel said, "it's
Of the saints and their righteousness so to
-"'I'm not making light of them, Dan; I
64 OLD JAMBS,
The memory of saints; they were blessings
If I call their good works 'filthy rags,' 'tis no
Than the Prophet Isaiah has called them,
They have finished their course and to heaven
Not to boast before God of good works they
Or how many they left to poor souls to be
That others may climb, by their merits, to
No! this the beginning and end of their song,
Praise, blessing, and glory, to JESUS belong!
He ONLY a righteousness has to bestow,
Sufficient to clothe every sinner below.
'Tis not parcelled out like a wealthy man's
But each of mankind may lay claim to the
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'Tis not giv'n to make up what we want of our
Christ works all the works of redemption
'Tis a righteousness free from the shadow of
All perfect without, and all holy within.
"But, Daniel, the Bible says Ohrist diedfor
Now surely those saints on whose mercy you
If they can save others by dint of their
They can't want a Saviour-like heathens and
But let us examine how some of them speak,-
Their account of themselves I suppose we may
Paul calls himself "less than the least of all
Is one place-and then in another he paints,
66 OLD JAMES,
In the darkest of colours, the works he had
When against Jesus Christ and his gospel he
If any should say that it might be so then,
But he afterwards proved the most holy of
I tell them he'd want more than that to
For the guilt of the deeds he had formerly
So, instead of a surplus to offer to you,
He'd want something else to be added thereto;
For the picture he gives of himself, though 'tis
Is striking,-' Of sinners,' he says, 'I am
And then there's Saint Peter, the saint of
I know that you can't but attend to hii
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I'm sure you remember yourself what he said,
In the tenth of "The Acts" the account may
When Cornelius went forth the apostle to
And thinking to worship him, fell at his
You know in what words he accosted him,
He bid him 'stand up, he himself was a man,'
'A sinful man,' too, was the phrase that he
Himself to describe,-(see fifth of Saint Luke.)
Now if Peter and Paul had no goodness to
Who else can have any with others to share?"
Still Daniel objected; "I think, sir, you
It is not for a double-dyed sinner, like me,
To go straight before God, and have no one
tb OLD JAMES,
I could not do that if I went to the queen;
If I asked for her pardon this minute, you
I'd want some one before in her presence to
And she but a woman!-Then sure 'tis a
I'd want, sir, when going to Heaven's great
To this Old James answered, "You're right,
Dan, you're right,
I see it myself in the very same light;
And isn't it wonderful now"-(he went on,
His face, with delight, shining bright as the
"That God should provide what we never
And give us an Advocate* just to our mind ?
Why, tell me for what did Christ Jesus come
S1 John ii. 1.
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And veil his bright glory in flesh like our own,
For what did the Maker of all condescend
Three-and-thirty long years among rebels to
For what did he bear their unkindness and
Give his blood to be shed, and his flesh to be
But just that he might in our own nature be
A sure Mediator* for you, Dan, and me?
Just that we might know there was one on the
Who felt for our sorrows and made them his
Oh, Dan, never think that we want any other!
He's a friend that sticks closer by far than a
"- sins he will cleanse, and our cause he will
iVho on Calvary's cross suffered once in our
*1 Tim. ii 5.
t Prov. xviii. 24.
70 OLD JAMES,
Dear children, if I was a painter I'd draw
As striking a picture as ever you saw,
And the figure, upon the foreground, should be
With looks half bewildered, as first he began
To see that the work of redemption was
Alone and for ever, by God's only Son;
The Father well pleased with the Son's
And giving his grace "without money and
-"Oh, sir! Mr. James! Is it true? Can it
That God, for Christ's sake, will have pity on
-" Will have pity! Why, Dan, it already is
God showed he had pity by giving his Son!
He gave the best gift that he had to be-
He gave him for every transgressor below.
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God so loved the world,'-now doesn't that
Each sinner on earth may partake of his
'Tisn't God that refuses the sinner his grace,
But the sinner that flies from his offered em-
He's able and willing to save us, but still
He'll not save us, Daniel, against our own
If his Spirit is striving with men, and they
His Spirit to quench, and his grace to re-
It would not become his pure nature, you
To take them to heaven, when they don't wish
Oh, come to the Saviour!-In him you'll be
Submit to his will, and he'll work all the
'Him that cometh to me I'll in no wise cast
With a promise so plain, can you linger' or
"Oh, sir, I don't doubt,-I am willing,
I see he's exactly the Saviour I need;
But, the depth of my sin no one living can
I didn't, myself, know it a short time ago,
And how can I think he'll be willing to give
Such blessings to one that's unworthy to live?"
"Oh, Dan," said the pedlar, "take heed
what you say;
Put every hard thought of the Saviour away.
Do you think it is possible now, when you
Be willing to come, he's not wiping you
John vi. 87.
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That you would be longing his love to possess,
And he not be willing to pardon and bless ?
'Tis wickedness, Daniel, to think such a
'Tis despising the blood with which sinners
You see, 'tis to earn his free mercy you want,
And again and again, I repeat it, YOU CAN'T.
The sin that destroys us is all that's our own,
And every thing good is the Saviour's alone.
'Tis no merit in us to his mercy to fly,
When we know that we must,-or eternally
Any more than for him that is toss'd on- the
To strive for the life-boat that's coming to
"Nor think that it makes any difference at
That some sins are called great and some are
74 OLD JAMES,
That's human invention;-a sin is a sin,-
Whether stealing a diamond, or stealing a
A lie while at play, and the perjurer's oath,
God hates and condemns, and will punish them
The spite in the heart, or the blood on the
Alike are opposed to his will and command.
The holiest man that on earth ever stood
Must be washed and made white in the Lamb's
There are, who immured in dark dungeons
Till sunshine and moonlight to them seemed
Who, after long years of drear solitude past,
Have welcomed the footsteps of freedom at
*Rev. vii. 14.
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But when from their prison led forward to
The daylight they never expected to meet,
Have found that its beams were too vividly
And shut them, in hasty amaze, from their
Thus, Dan, long in error's dark dungeons
Found the light of the gospel too much for his
Again, and again, shut its beams from his
Rejecting the promise he longed to find true.
But Jesus, the great Sun of righteousness,
True "healing," as well as "true light," on
The longer, intent on his glories, we gaze,
The more we can "bear" of his heavenly rays,t
SCompare Malachi iv. 2; John i. 9. t Jolln. xvi. 12.
76 OLD JAMES,
Converting the soul, making simple men wise,
Rejoicing the heart and enlightening the eyes.
Old James raised his spirit to Heaven, and
For grace and direction to speak as he
To trust to no wisdom or power of his own,
But leave all the glory with Jesus alone.
He opened his Bible, and prayed that the
Might be made in his hands as a "two-edged
To pierce and destroy every error that stood,
Keeping back the poor lad from the fountain
Well, children, he read,-and the portion
Commenced at the two-and-twentieth chapter
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;' i .-
* IIob. iv. 12.
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And great was the joy he experienced that
When he saw that the gospel was mighty in
Not only convincing the sinner of sin,
But planting new hopes and affections within.
He watched its effect and observed, as he
That Dan by degrees dropped his hand from
Then darkness and gloom from his brow seemed
And something like hope brightened up in his
James read of the Saviour's deep agony
That man, to the God he had left, might re-
He read about Judas, -who basely be-
The Lord, at whose bidding the worlds were
He read about Peter,-denying the friend
He had promised to follow and own to the end,
How the Lord turned around at the moment
And thus meekly his guilty disciple rebuked.
He read of the deed on Mount Calvary done,
When men to a cross nailed God's well-belov'd
He read how Christ prayed to his Father in
That the sin of his murderers might be for-
Then paused,-for Dan suddenly started up-
And clasping together his hands with delight,
Cried,-" Stop, sir! No, no, sir! Don't stop!
Let me hear
Those tidings of joy, every day, for a year!-
Every hour, every minute:-they come on my
Bringing comfort and joy nothing else can un-
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To think of his leaving his kingdom on high,
For hard-hearted rebels to suffer and die!
To think of his spending the last of his breath
In praying for those that were seeking his
Oh, yes, Mr. James, now, at last, I can see
There's room in his heart for a rebel like me;
Though sure in his journeys the sun never
On a sinner so hardened as I am,-not one.
He said of his murderers, that they did'nt know
The thing they were doing;-with me 'twas
For often I felt, when my mother and you
Were reading the Bible,-' THAT BOOK MUST
And as sure as it is,-by its law I'll be tried,
At the great judgment day.-And how can 1
The eye of the Judge ?-What excuse can I
Why I would not his offers of mercy receive,
bU OLD JAMES,
Why I turned from his gracious and holy
To trust in poor creatures, the work of his
But now, sir, I cast them for ever away,
In Jesus, my Lord, is my hope and my stay.
Let him do with me now what he sees to be
I've come at his bidding,-in him to find
Poor Daniel! he wept in his fulness of heart,
And Old James in his feelings took no little
But the hours of the evening were fast wearing
And, unwilling, he rose from his seat to be
Then Dan grasped his hand, and said, "Sir,
ere you go,
Say what of my mother? Oh! pray, let me
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-"Your mother is better now, Dan. She
But I think you will soon see her here, if God
-" One word more, Mr. James,-it is hard-
but I'll try
To say what I want-do you think, sir,-I'll
-"Leave that to the Lord, Dan, we know He
The soul to sustain in the heaviest hour."-
-" 'Tisn't that, sir,-not that;-though sure
life is sweet,
And bitter the death I'm expecting to meet:
But, sir, is it wrong ?-Though I would not be
Yet I wouldn't like to have any say I was
And I think, if I should be for death, that
Of her love and her grief would unman me,
And some might mistake me, and think that
Was unable to help, or was false to his
--"Leave all with himself," said Old James,
and be sure
Whatever he sends he'll give grace to endure.
He only the end of the matter can tell;
And now,-till to-morrow,-I bid you fare-
Concerning Dan's trial I've little to say,
It came on, as appointed, the very next day;
Fine speeches both for and against him were
Where flashy young lawyers their talents
I only need say that the case was so plain,
'Twas clear every hope of acquittal was vain,
And when for their verdict the jury retired,
'Twas whispered, "consulting was hardly re-
"And now,-till to-morrow,-I bid you farewell." p. 82.
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Yet think not that they were unfeeling.-In
All pitied poor Dan when they noticed his
Nay, some said his looks were so gentle and
They'd as soon charge with treason an inno-
In an hour, when the jury returned to their
The verdict seemed written on each of their
To hear it Old James did his breathing sus-
'Twas-" GUILTY! but yet we to mercy com-
-" Commended to mercy," gasped James, and
To where Dan was seated-his eyes on the
One moment the blood his pale countenance
Then back to his heart just as quickly it
And he moved not a muscle till ordered to
To await in that posture the judge's demand-
"If the prisoner has reason to give at the
Why sentence against him ought not to be
"My lord," he replied, "I have nothing to
My own folly and vanity led me astray.
My counsel have said there were others in
But I don't say that-I don't think that I
I know 'tis not likely I'll live very long,
And I would not, when dying, charge any with
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If it's God's will, and yours, and the queen's,
that I die,
In peace with all men in my grave I would lie;
I hope that my God my transgressions for-
Through the merits of Him that was dead
and now lives;
But, I say, all young men to my warning
Avoid what brings me to so bitter an end."
Some minutes the judge was unable to
And those who were near saw a tear on his
And though many a hardened old sinner was
There were few, at that moment, whose eye-
lids were dry.
When at last the judge placed the black cap
on his head,
The house was as still as if all had been dead.
Z1 OLD JAMES,
The sentence was passed,-it was DEATH!
At the sound,
A thrill of deep feeling and sorrow went
But when the good judge had declared his
Without any delay, the appeal to present,
That mercy might be to the prisoner ex-
All feeling, but that of delight, was sus-
Old James shouted loudly,-" God bless you,
'The crowd who were present re-echoed the
SThe blessing of her that is ready to perish,
Be with you till death, and then may you
A plant of the Lord in his garden of light,
And that is my prayer for your lordship this