Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 The temple
 The sea voyage
 The village school
 New friends
 The Sabbath-school
 The lamb folded
 An old acquaintance
 The peaceful fold
 The enemy
 Lizzie's drive
 A hard school
 The wedding
 Trouble at the farm
 The manuscript
 Back Cover

Title: Lizzie Hepburn, or, Every cloud has a silver lining
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Title: Lizzie Hepburn, or, Every cloud has a silver lining
Alternate Title: Every cloud has a silver lining
Physical Description: 248, 25 p., 3 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Evans, Edmund, 1826-1905 ( Engraver )
Thomas Nelson & Son ( Publisher )
Publisher: T. Nelson and Sons
Place of Publication: London
New York
Publication Date: 1874
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Cousins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Laziness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Scotland -- Edinburgh
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Half Title
        Page i
        Page ii
    Title Page
        Page iii
        Page iv
    Table of Contents
        Page v
        Page vi
    The temple
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
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    The sea voyage
        Page 11
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    The village school
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    New friends
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    The lamb folded
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    An old acquaintance
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    The peaceful fold
        Page 103
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    The enemy
        Page 121
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    Lizzie's drive
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    A hard school
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    The wedding
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    Trouble at the farm
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    The manuscript
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    Back Cover
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I.--TE TEMPLE .. .. .. 1

II.-THE SEA VOYAGE .. .. .. 11

III.-WESTWARD .. .... .. ..,. 22


V.-CnHAEs .. .. .. .. .. ..44

VI.-NEw FIENDS .. .. .. .. .. 52

VII.-MAA .. .. .. .. .. 65


IX.-THE LAxB FOLDED .. .. 78

X.-PAUL .. .. .. .. .. 87



XIII.-CONFESSION .. . .. .. . 111

XIV.-THE ENEMY .. .. .. 121

XV.-DIsAPPOINTMENT .. ., .. .. 130

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XVI.-HELEN .. .. .. 144

XVII.-LIzzIE's DRIVE .. .. .. .. 157

XVIII.-JESSIE ,. ,. ., 168

XIX.-A HARD SCOOL .. .. .. .. 174

XX.-VISITOS .. .. .. .. .. .. 183

XXI.--THE WEDDING ,. .. .. .. 197


SXIII.-RESTITUTION .. .. ., .. 218

XXIV.-SURPRISES .. .., .. .. 228

XXV.-THE MANUSCIPT .. .. .. 237




E cool breath of the closing day came re-
freshingly through the open window, laden
with the fragrance of the orange groves,
swaying the light draperies from the bed with a gentle
motion: it brought a flush of relief to the wasted
cheek of the invalid. She had been propped up with
large pillows all this long, hot day; her thin, white
fingers, busy giving the final touches to a miniature
temple which now stood finished upon the table at her
Fashioned from her own pretty design, in the
fragrant woods natural to the Southern clime, she had
covered it with minute delicately-coloured shells, the
foundation for the fanciful groups she had arranged
upon it. A casket of mother-of-pearl was inclosed
within the inner portion of the temple. About the
tiny pillars, which supported the temple, were twined
festoons of leaves and flowers, wrought from many-
J 16 B

2 Lizzie Hcpblrn.

tinted shells and corals, completely hiding the casket
from view on the three sides. A narrow pavement
"was laid in transparent plates of cameo, the slight
pinnacles formed from curious spirals, and the
dome covered with valves, light and beautiful as
It now stood complete before her, and a look of
satisfaction almost drove the weariness from her face,
as she regarded the work of her skilful fingers, uncon-
scious, all the while, that the hectic was burning
deeper upon her cheek, and that this delightful task
had taxed too severely the waning powers of her life.
At this moment, the vines, that had been trained to
shade the window from the glare of the sun, were sud-
denly parted, and a child, nine or ten years of age,
bounded in noisily, followed by a great dog, with a
shaggy, black coat. Her cheeks were glowing with
health, and her large, black eyes flashing with the fun
and excitement of her romp with Rover in the garden.
The burning eyes of the mother welcomed the child
with an expression of intense love, while the hasty,
impulsive kiss was returned with impassioned caresses.
The eyes of the restless little girl soon fell upon the
temple of shells, and she turned eagerly towards it, ex-
claiming, Oh, mamma what is that ? How beauti-
ful oh, how beautiful! "
"A temple for my darling. It is yours, Lizzie, all
yours, and always yours."
And did you make it for me, you dear mamma ?"
demanded the child, throwing one arm about her
mother's neck, but without removing her eyes from
her new treasure.

The Temple. 3

"Yes, dear, I made it for you, the last thing that I
can ever do for you, I fear, my child."
Oh, mamma, don't talk so, please. You look so
much better to-day!" said Lizzie, kissing her mother
with more tenderness. The new doctor will make
you well soon, I'm sure."
"No, Lizzie, I shall never be well again," replied
her mother; "and there are some things I wish to say
to you while I have strength. So get your little chair
and sit close to the bed, for you must pay close atten-
tion to all I say to you to-day."
In a minute, mamma," said Lizzie, diverted by the
dog, who was eager for another frolic. Here, Rover,
lie down, sir I cannot play with you for such a long
time, I guess. You dear old fellow Go to sleep,
Rover There, now, mamma, I'm all ready."
"Do you remember these beautiful shells, Lizzie "
asked her mother, taking the temple carefully in her
Why, those are the ones papa brought me,
mamma ?"
"Yes, dear; and I have made them into this temple
so that you may always keep them to remind you of
his love for you. He brought them home when you
were a little one; and he used to like to see your baby
fingers playing with them as you tossed them about the
"And did he give me that pretty box asked
Lizzie, pointing to the casket.
"No; that was his present for me ; but it's yours
now, dear. There is a little secret spring to open the
cover. Press that small dark spot, Lizzie."

4 Lizzie HIeb n.

Lizzie obeyed, and the cover instantly flew open.
Quite delighted, she closed and opened the box re-
peatedly, her mother bidding her to be sure and never
forget the spot by which alone the casket could be
"Now, Lizzie," said her mother, opening a small
cabinet at her side, I will place in this casket some
very precious gifts from which I wish you never to
part. This locket holds a bit of your father's hair and
of mine. These small portraits, that you may never
forget the faces of your father and mother. This ring,
which he placed upon my finger when I became his
The mother held the plain band a moment, fondly
slipping it upon her finger, while memory recalled that
bright day in her history, and all the successive links
of time which connected that past with the painful
present. She was aroused from her reverie by the
impatient demand of her restless child.
Is that all, mamma ? May I shut the box now ?"
"Wait a moment, Lizzie. I have one more gift to
place in your casket, then you may close it." And she
produced a roll of papers closely written over by her
own hand.
Oh a story, mamma Please read it to me first !"
exclaimed Lizzie, eagerly.
"No, dear, not now. Some day, when you are
older, you will read for yourself the story your mother
has written for you. But you may place it in the
casket now and shut the cover. Now hand me that
bit of pearly shell, which will be the door of your

The Temple. 5

Placing the shell in its proper groove and carefully
sealing it, she hid the seams with the same devices
that adorned the other sides, and placed the pretty toy
in the hands of her child, who had watched her with
eager curiosity.
Oh, thank you, dear mamma !" she exclaimed.
" I never saw anything half as pretty as that little
temple! It's just splendid "
I am glad you like it so much, Lizzie, and I wish
you always to remember, that wherever you go, you
are never to part with your little temple. Always
keep this last gift of your mother, and let it serve to
remind you of your father and of me, and of our love
for our only darling child."
Indeed, I will always keep my temple," Lizzie
readily promised. But must I never open it,
mamma "
"Not until you are at least sixteen years of ag.,
And never reveal to any one the secret of the pearly
door. Promise me that you will obey me, my child."
I'll mind you, mamma. I'll never tell any one,
I'm sure, what is hidden in my pretty temple," said
"You know I have often told you, dear," said the
mother, softly drawing Lizzie to her side, that I must
soon leave you alone. Our dear Father in heaven has
called for me, and your mother must soon go to join
your dear papa, Lizzie. We shall there wait together
for our darling."
"Oh, mamma," said the child, quieted by her
mother's earnestness, "you must not die Who will
take care of me ? How can I live without you !"

6 Lizzie HZcburn.

"God will care for you, my darling. And Jesus
will restore us to each other in His good time. He
will be your Saviour as He has been ours. I am sure
of it, Lizzie. Trust in Him, and He will never forsake
These words, fraught with such deep and holy
meaning, made, at this time, but a slight impression
upon the blooming little girl, full of health and viva-
city. For many months she had been accustomed to
her mother's pale face and wasted frame, and she could
not think she was to die, nor did she know how deso-
late the wide world was to an orphan. She had in-
deed received her mother's tender words with a sudden
fit of weeping, but with the buoyant elasticity of child-
hood, her tears were soon dried, and kissing her
mother back to smiles, she roused old Rover and re
sumed her noisy games with him. The weary invalid
was forced at length to ring for the nurse, and to bid
Lizzie good night. She soon sank into a heavy slum-
ber, which deepened, as the late hours of the night
came on, to a stupor from which she was never
aroused. The mother's "good morning" to her
orphaned daughter will be in eternity.
The elegant house of Dr. Hepburn was about three
miles from one of the large cities in the South. Em-
bowered in luxuriant groves of orange and magnolia-
trees, it was adorned within and without with all that
a cultivated taste could devise and moderate wealth
procure. Here, with his wife and their only child,
Lizzie, he spent the years succeeding his return from
Europe in the unrivalled enjoyment of a home where
love reigns supreme. That love, which possessing God

The Temple. 7

as its highest object, thence shed its benign beams
upon all within its hallowed influences.
For several years they had been permitted to enjoy
almost unalloyed happiness, finding a mutual delight
in cultivating the opening mind of their daughter, and
in displaying before her the treasures of knowledge as
she was able to comprehend them. And until the
period when our story opens, they had been able
almost wholly to occupy the ever-contested ground of
the human heart with influences for good. From the
earliest recollections, Lizzie had known the precious
name of Jesus, and to her young mind the story of His
love had become an unquestioned fact.
The preceding summer had been a terrible one. All
day long and for many days the blazing sun had
poured its rays fiercely upon the scorched earth, which
had opened in deep seams like parched mouths plead-
ing for water. The springs failed, and the streams
either dried away, or were hidden beneath a dark,
heavy scum, full of malaria, ready to breed the dreaded
fever, which, in the Southern States, often gives so
rich a harvest of human souls to the Reaper Death.
Indeed, the dread report soon reached the cottage of
Dr. Hepburn that the plague was already commenced
in the city. Those favoured ones who possessed suffi-
cient wealth, fled before it, panic-stricken, and sought
safe retreats in the North and West, until the glad
tidings of the first frosts should render it possible for
them to return -to their homes. Among the poorer
classes, the pestilence was sweeping like the besom of
destruction, and hundreds of the wretched people were
perishing miserably, with none to care for them, or to

8 Lizzie Hepburn.

give them decent burial. A noble band of physicians
remained within the infected city, and by their side a
few devoted women, who braved death for themselves,
rather than desert their unfortunate fellows, leaving
them to struggle alone with their mortal agonies.
Among these Dr. Hepburn stood foremost. At the
first report, he bade his wife and child farewell, and
strong in the courage that bravely dares the danger
nature shrinks from," placed himself at once in the
front rank of those who were at work among the sick,
in infected alleys and miserable hovels, supplying their
wants, alleviating their sufferings, and pouring the
balm of sympathy into broken hearts. And here he
fell at his post, nor did many of that noble band
survive him.
Mrs. Hepburn, who had received daily messages
from her husband assuring her of his safety, was filled
with the most agonizing fears, when one long day
passed bringing her no tidings from him. Instantly
sending her child to a secure place in the country, in
charge of a trusty servant, with orders to remain until
she recalled them, she repaired to the city. She
found her husband at last, and, to her inexpressible
relief, was permitted to receive his last caress, his
directions as to her own future and that of their child;
to close his eyes with her own hand, and to secure for
his precious dust a careful burial.
Mrs. Hepburn gave herself no time for the indul-
gence of selfish, passionate grief, but nobly standing
in the place where her husband had fallen, she
ministered to the bodies and souls of those about
her, who were now being "carried away as with a

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flood," until the pestilence lifted its dark wing from
over the desolated city, and peace was borne to it
upon the cool and healthful breath of the early frosts.
She escaped the infection, but the extraordinary
exposure and laborious efforts hastened the develop-
ment of the consumption, which had long lain hidden
in her system.
After her return home, the disease made such rapid
progress that she soon realized her days were numbered.
For her child she pleaded long and earnestly to be spared.
But when she could no longer doubt that the command
had gone forth that she must die, she began, with the
resignation of a chastened Christian, to "set her house
in order."
The sweet home, in which had been spent the
happiest hours of her life, was disposed of at a price,
indeed, far below its value, for all real estate near
the city had greatly depreciated during the prevalence
of the pestilence. Everything that could affect the
future interests of her child was attended to with the
greatest care. To a brother of her husband, a stranger
to her, but their only relative, who resided in the
North, she committed her daughter, requesting him
to come at once, that he might receive from her own
hands the orphan child of his brother, whom he was
to rear with his own children in his distant home.
An abundance of clothing was prepared for Lizzie,
and packed under the careful supervision of her mother.
Ample instructions were given to the faithful nurse,
who had promised to accompany Lizzie as far as
New York. With every heart-string throbbing with
yearning love for the child so soon to be left to

10 Lizzie Hepburn.

meet the stern realities of an unknown future alone,
Mrs. Hepburn felt that she should, indeed, sink
beneath the trial, but for the assurance that around
her were the "Everlasting Arms," and under her
trembling feet was the Rock,-that Rock which ever
firmly upholds the sinking pilgrim, however deep and
dark the waves of sorrow, which may overflow, but
can never submerge it.
The construction of the miniature temple of shells
and the writing of the manuscript were the last efforts
the loving heart demanded of the failing hand. Robert
Hepburn arrived the morning after the decease of his
sister-in-law. As he found all business matters had been
arranged satisfactorily, he deemed it best to return
home immediately after the funeral solemnities had
been attended. Moreover, he felt almost powerless
before the heart-rending grief of the child Lizzie, and
thought he might best divert her from it by the change
and pleasure incident to their long journey. In a few
days, therefore, Lizzie was carried one evening, while
sound asleep, on board the steamer which was to con-
vey her to her new home and friends.



"WISH I knew Oh, how I wish I knew !"
This sudden ejaculation fell from Lizzie's
lips, as she was left the following morning
in charge of her uncle, to amuse herself upon the deck
of the steamer, as the bright rays of the sun were gild-
ing the ever-restless waves of the occean. Robert
Hepburn soon became quite oblivious of the presence
of the child, being absorbed in the perusal of a paper,
which he had taken from his pocket.
Left to herself, Lizzie had drawn a low seat near the
guards, and sat quietly watching the new and glorious
scene before her, her arms clasped tightly over a large
doll in an unconscious embrace. Suddenly a strange
yearning darkened her eyes, and she exclaimed eagerly,
"I wish I knew Oh, how I wish I knew!"
Then, rushing impulsively across the deck to the
easy chair where her uncle sat, she seized his arm, and
said: I wish I knew Uncle Robert, please tell me !"
"Tell you what, Lizzie?" said her uncle, good
"Is that the way to heaven? and the little hand

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pointed to the distant line, where the sky seemed to
rest upon the sea.
"The way to heaven 1" exclaimed Uncle Robert,
aroused to something like animation by the strange
demand of the little girl. What a question! Why,
Lizzie, what put such an idea into your head ?"
Why, just look, Uncle Robert! Away out there
the clouds rest upon the water, don't they? And if
we sailed right on it would bring us so near that we
could easily go to heaven, and then I could see my
mamma again," said Lizzie, earnestly.
"You are talking nonsense, child," said her uncle.
"You will know all about this when you are older, so
don't trouble your little head about things you cannot
understand just now. Go play with your dollagain, I
want to read."
"I do not want my doll! I want to know now !
Papa always told me things when I asked him! I
want to know now, I say !" And the eyes flamed with
excitement, as Lizzie dashed the doll upon the deck
and burst into a passion of tears.
Completely bewildered by this encounter with the
strange child whom he was now to regard as his own,
Robert Hepburn was at a loss what course to pursue.
Summoning a little energy, he ordered her to go at
once to her nurse in the cabin, and resumed his
paper. He soon forgot both her and her troublesome
questions in a quiet doze into which he quite naturally
Not at all disposed to obey her uncle, Lizzie returned
to her seat near the guards, and, leaning over there,
she soon became interested in watching the little

T'he Sea Voyage, 13

white caps as they chased each other from the far
distant horizon, and broke into a gentle dash and
pleasant murmur against the vessel. Diverted by
the frolic of the waves, she ceased her angry sobs,
and smiles soon chased away the frowns that had
disfigured her face. But presently her attention was
again arrested by the meeting of the clouds and the
waters, and it seemed so real and so near!
The longing came back to her heart, and she mur-
mured, but sadly now, I wish I knew oh, how I
wish I knew "
"What is it that you wish to know, little one ?"
asked a pleasant voice quite near her.
Lizzie was somewhat startled when her eye met that
of a stranger. But she was too much in earnest to
hesitate to speak, and she said, simply, "I wish to
know if that is the way to heaven Can you tell
me, sir?"
This unexpected question brought a smile to the face
of the young man. Indeed, he would have laughed
outright had not the earnest eye of the child been fixed
full upon him and checked his mirth.
Drawing a chair for himself close to her low seat, he
said, in a winning tone, We will talk a little about
that, my dear, but first you must tell me your name."
"Lizzie Hepburn," said the child.
"And mine is Carl Wahlmar. You will call me
Carl, because that will be easier for you, and I will
call you Lizzie. Now then, we are introduced and shall
be very good friends, I think. Will you tell me why
you asked such a very odd question "
"Because my papa and mamma are both dead and

14 L i. ie Hcburn.

gone to heaven. Mamma said they would wait
there for me. And when I looked over there it
seemed so near and so easy to go to heaven. I
thought if we sailed right on I should see them again.
I am so lonely since mamma died added Lizzie with
a quivering lip. I want to see her so much "
Touched as he was by this sad complaint of the
orphan child, Carl did not check a scornful smile that
swept over his handsome features, and a wicked resolve
lent a startling energy to his voice, as he replied, You
are too old, Lizzie, for such nonsense to be taught you
any more. There is no such place as heaven !"
Bewildered by this astounding answer to her ques-
tion the child sprang from her seat and stood motion-
less before him, her eye riveted to his with a frightened
expression that amused him. He sought to divert her
from the first effect of his words by explaining in a
pleasant manner the rotundity of the earth and the
natural causes for the apparent meeting of the clouds
and waters, assuring her, that, though they should sail
right on, the line would still appear far in the distance.
"But where are my papa and mamma then?" sud-
denly interrupted the child.
"You said they were dead, Lizzie."
"Yes, their bodies are dead, I know. But mamma
said our souls would never die. She said she would
wait for me in heaven, and that when it was best, Jesus
would send for me, too."
"Your mamma told you that, I suppose," said Carl,
'so that you should not grieve so much when she was
gone. But it is not true, Lizzie. When people die,
that is the last of them. But dear, I do not like to

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talk about dying. We are too young to think of such
gloomy subjects. There will be time enough for that
when we are older. You and I, and all who are young
and well, ought to be happy, to laugh and dance and
P sing, anything rather than to be gloomy. At least,
Lizzie, we will not talk about these things now, they
make me angry sometimes."
Lizzie seemed almost afraid of Carl. She made no
reply to him, but took her seat again with a look of
disappointment upon her young face, which he sought
to drive away by cheerful talk.
"Away over this blue water, Lizzie, is a country
called Germany. It is my fatherland, and there dwell,
in a great pleasant house, my father and mother and
little sister Katrine. She is just about your age, I
think, and a dear little girl. I hope you may know
her some day."
Carl forgot that he was presenting in his pleasant
talk, objects to the faith of this child, just after he had
"struck it such a staggering blow, and he would have
felt deeply insulted had any one questioned the truth
of his assertions, or insinuated that he had told her
these, to him undoubted facts, simply to make her
happier at present.
"Some day," he continued, I will sail right on
over this great water, and it will bring me to my
father and mother and my little sister, and we shall
be happy together once more. But you have not told
me, Lizzie, with whom you are to live."
"With my Uncle Robert over there," at once said
Lizzie, pointing to the easy-chair and its sleepirig

16 Lia.ic Hepbtirnt

"And will you have cousins to play with ?"
Yes, two; a boy older than I, named James, and
a girl just as old as I am, named Helen."
Ah I expect you will have fine times together.
The boys and girls in the North are great romps."
But I had a great deal rather not go," said Lizzie,
wearily. "I had much rather stay in my home, or
keep on sailing on this beautiful ocean."
Have you never seen the ocean before, Lizzie 1"
No, they brought me here while I was asleep last
night, and when I awoke this morning and came upon
the deck, I thought there could be nothing so beautiful
as the ocean."
"I think I could tell you some things about the
ocean that you would like very much, shall I, Lizzie 1"
"If you please, Carl," said Lizzie, with some degree
of returning animation.
Carl was interested in his little companion, and
could not understand why his words should have
affected her so deeply. He did not realize that to
doubt the truthfulness of her parents, or to question
the instructions they had given her, was a demand too
startling and too shocking for her to recover from at
once. He had unloosed, with daring hand, the little
boat from its secure moorings, and then marvelled that
it should tremble and shrink from entering the dark-
ness looming before it with no ray of light to guide its
But he resolved to try to win Lizzie back to smiles
again. So he talked to her of the wonders of the
ocean. He told her of the great fish that sported in
its waters, and of the dolphins, and of the pretty tales

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the poets sing of their changeful hues when about to
die. Then he spoke of sea-mosses and ferns, and of
the vast coral reefs down deep beneath the waves. He
told her of their wonderful formation by myriads of
tiny creatures, who patiently and slowly mould into
flowers and leaves and delicate tendrils the gardens of
the deep, until, reaching the surface, they uprear the
strong foundations for the green islands which dot the
Then he spoke of the great frozen seas of the North,
with their floating mountains of ice; of their long,
dark winter days and nights resplendent with aurora
magnificence. He told her of the dark, mysterious
open sea about the Pole, whose awful stillness has
never been broken, but by the song of birds; and
of the slow march of the huge icebergs towards the
South to their own detonating music, louder than the
most startling thunder, as they part their vast frag-
ments through the influence of the rays of the sun
above them, and the warm current of the Gulf-stream
Lizzie listened to all these marvels of Nature with a
degree of interest, but in silence, which Carl felt to
indicate great indifference. Lizzie could not have
explained, had she been asked, why these truths had
failed to move her soul, as they would have done, if
they had been presented to her by her parents. It
was like offering to her the empty shell, after care-
fully removing all the nutriment and bidding her be
filled and satisfied. He had presented to her mind
bright pictures of the wonderful works of God, then
marred them by a scornful denial of their great Author.

18 Lizzie ffripii';.

Impatient, at length, at the continued silence of the
little girl, Carl suddenly resolved to deepen, if he could
not remove, the impression he had made upon her
mind. The ocean is very beautiful to-day, Lizzie,"
he said.
"Oh yes,' very beautiful," said Lizzie, enthusiasti-
cally. "Those little white waves chase each other
from away off there as if they were trying to see
which would reach us first. I like to watch them,
they sparkle so in the sun, and I like to hear their
And yet the ocean is sometimes a terrible monster,
Lizzie," said Carl, in such an altered voice that the
child raised her eyes to him in surprise. Those little
white caps," he continued, which to-day are sparkling
and dancing about everywhere, will sometimes swell
into huge waves. Then the winds, with fearful
roaring, will catch them up, and toss them about
with great fury, and dash them with awful force upon
frail ships like this one upon which we are so quietly
sailing to-day. And then they go down! down!
down !
"I tell you, Lizzie, underneath these waves there lie
the white bones of men, women, and little children,
who sank out of sight in some awful tempest, vainly
shrieking to God for help Poor souls shrieking to
a God whom they called good for help, and yet sink-
ing down into the cold waves, with no eye that could
pity them or arm that could save them!"
Carl's face darkened as he proceeded : "There is no
God, or He would have helped them in their agony!
There can be no God who is not good. Even I, who

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am not good, would have saved them, had I the power
of a God. I tell you, Lizzie," Carl said, grasping the
arm of the child with almost painful violence, "there
is no God, no heaven, no Jesus. Never believe it
again. These dead ones are at peace beneath the
waves; their agony is over, and that is the last of
them! It is the last of them, I say, and when you
and I die it will be the last of us !"
Lizzie shivered with terror, and clung to the arm
of the young man, affrighted at his fearful words and
the vehemence of his manner. It was well that the
summons to dinner aroused Uncle Robert at this
moment from his nap, and that he led the child
Lizzie refused that night, for the first time in her
life, to repeat the little prayer her mother had taught
her, nor would she give any reason to the nurse, who
anxiously endeavoured to persuade her to perform the
accustomed duty. She could give no reason, for she
knew not why herself. The first dark drop of unbelief
had disturbed the placid waters of the child's mind,
hitherto so carefully shielded from it. And who can
tell when its baleful influence will cease, or whither it
will tend?
That very night, one of the sudden and violent
storms common to that latitude at this season of the
year, swept down upon the ocean. The embattled
hosts of the storm-king rushed with wild shrieks
through the air, and the ship shook fearfully beneath
the tremendous strokes of the huge waves.
Within the cabin all was consternation and distress.
The affrighted passengers rushed from their state-rooms,

20 Lizzie Hepburn.

and forbidden to go upon the decks, they filled the
spacious saloon with their cries of alarm and wild
prayers for help.
Carl, whom the unsteady light of the single lamp
revealed, supporting himself with one arm thrown
around a pillar, alone maintained a perfect silence. A
smile of cold contempt rested upon his face as he
listened to the wild prayers of his fellow-passengers.
A single cry burst from the lips of the child
Lizzie, aroused from her deep sleep by the confusion
in the cabin, and the noise of the tempest. She was
found by her half frantic uncle and nurse, after
the storm had partially abated, her face white with
terror, pressed against the darkened window, vainly
endeavouring to catch a glimpse of the wild scene
The nurse, much alarmed at her appearance, but
little dreaming of all the causes for it, carried Lizzie
back to her bed, and sat by her side, soothing her with
the songs she had heard her mother sing to her, until
the lids closed over the weary eyes, and the excited
little girl fell asleep. She did not awake until the
morning sun was shining clear and bright upon the
ocean, now calm and smiling again.
A few pleasant days followed, undisturbed by any
accident or incident worth noting. Lizzie shrank in-
stinctively from any further intercourse with Carl,
spending most of her time with her nurse, who made
an especial effort to amuse her during the remainder of
the voyage.
In New York Lizzie parted from Carl with a simple
good-bye; but she clung with a passionate embrace to

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her kind nurse : her little heart being inexpressibly sad
at this separation from the last person who had helped
to make her life hitherto so pleasant and happy. The
railway cars soon bore the reluctant child and her
uncle to their new home.



REAK Crank! Crash!
"There she goes! The thing's broke at
last !"
What's the matter, John 1 "
"Matter enough, I reckon. That forward wheel's
broke to smash That's all."
"Wheel broken That's bad. What's to be done,
John "
We'll have to camp out where we are for the night.
The roads is awful, and we're dead broke, sure. So
there's no help for it. Here we must stay to-night."
But there's no shelter on this open prairie, John,
and there's a storm coming."
"I know that, I reckon. Can't be helped, though,
I tell you. Couldn't go fur on three wheels over roads
like these, you bet. You and Jim 'ud better jump out
and help me rig up something for a shelter before yon
cloud breaks over us. A storm on the prairie, whether
wind or rain, is no joke, you'll find. So hurry up "
The white curtains of the vehicle, well known at
the West as a prairie schooner," were parted at this

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announcement, and Robert Hepburn leaped heavily to
the ground, followed by his son, and presently by his
wife. Two young faces peered out from the waggon,
watching the rapidly gathering darkness of the coming
storm, and the hasty preparations for their protection
from it. A tent was quickly constructed and secured
as well as their means and time allowed, under the
direct supervision of Lizzie's aunt, Mrs. Hepburn, and
the family gathered under its shelter just as the storm
burst upon them in all its fury.
The little girls, Lizzie and Helen, sat near Uncle
Robert in the centre of the tent, conversing together in
low, frightened tones, whenever the lull of the storm
permitted their words to be heard. James assisted John
and his mother in holding and bracing the tent from
the violence of the wind, Mrs. Hepburn being the most
calm and self-possessed of all the group.
She was a tall, square-shouldered, angular woman,
with stern eyes, whose blue depths were often darkened
by an imperious temper, and rarely lightened by the
softer emotions which belong to her sex. She had a
loud, coarse voice and laugh, such as are sometimes
found in women, but are always suggestive of some
mistake in nature, and affect us as will a discordant
note in music when we are expecting perfect harmony.
Mrs. Hepburn was a self-reliant woman, full of that
rough sort of energy considered essential to constitute
a thorough business character. She had a determined
will, before which all in her realm was forced to yield.
Any resistance to her will was sure to arouse a temper
which was both cruel and unrelenting. She had effec-
tually crushed out, if she ever possessed them, the

24 Lizzie Hepburn.

tender elements of affection and sweet sympathies,
ordinarily found in the character of a woman.
She was married, rather late in life, to Robert Hep-
burn. He was a quiet, little man, of whom his neigh-
bours said he was too indolent to care for himself, nor
could he keep awake long enough to make any business
profitable. He seemed, indeed, either physically or
mentally unfitted to assume or retain his proper posi-
tion as head of the family, and easily yielded the reins
to his wife. Mrs. Hepburn, comprehending the situa-
tion at once, assumed the sole management of their
affairs, and thenceforth exercised an absolute authority
in their household that he never ventured to oppose.
For her children Mrs. Hepburn had a sort of affec-
tion, which prompted her to provide for their physical
wants and to shield them from injury or insult from
others, as the wild animal will care for its young. The
sweet mother-love in all its holy meaning had never
blessed them in their early childhood, nor did it soften
the stern discipline which she now considered especi-
ally essential for their proper training.
James, who had inherited both her strong will and
energy, was already manifesting a restiveness under the
despotic authority of his mother, that bid fair ere long
to emancipate him from its yoke. In the meantime,
however, he exercised his own love of power by various
petty tyrannies over his sister Helen, and was already
attempting the same with his pretty and very spirited
Helen resembled her father in her heavy features
and large, dull eyes, and seemed also to have inherited
both his physical infirmities and his indolence. But

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she was not in any respect a bad-tempered little girl
Exceedingly averse to work of any kind, and forced
to its performance by the inflexible commands of her
mother, she had, unfortunately, learned to avoid her
tasks by a variety of cunning deceits, by which her
regard for truth had become sadly blunted.
This, then, was the family, and these the home-
influences which were to surround Lizzie for several
years. Heretofore she had been carefully shielded from
contact with such characters. Now they were to be
her daily companions and teachers. Removed from the
atmosphere of love in which she had been so tenderly
nurtured, deprived of all the elevating and refining
influences that had surrounded her in her own home,
and forced to intimate association with the coarse and
rude elements in this family, the conflict of the evil
with the good was to be carried on, with the chances
of success largely in favour of the former.
Robert Hepburn was a carpenter of average ability.
But he had pursued his calling with such small
success, that their accumulations had, thus far, been
exceedingly moderate. On his return from the South,
he proposed to invest the money in his possession, the
property of his orphan niece, for her especial benefit,
in accordance with the wishes of his deceased sister-
in-law, Lizzie's mother.
This plan met the most decided opposition from
Mrs. Hepburn, who demanded that the money should
be submitted entirely to her disposal. After a feeble
attempt at resistance to this unlawful proceeding,
Robert Hepburn yielded, as usual; and, from that
time asked no questions, nor gave himself any concern

26 Lizzie Heb'urn.

about its disposal. He seemed to have forgotten the
whole transaction.
Mrs. Hepburn had long wished to emigrate to the
"West, where, she believed, their prospects for the
future might be materially improved. She had been
prevented from realizing this wish hitherto by the
want of sufficient funds. When, therefore, the neces-
sary amount of ready cash was at her disposal, she
decided at once to carry out her long cherished plan,
and to invest Lizzie's money in a farm, which she
knew she could make quite comfortable under her own
efficient management, if she owned the land herself.
This illegal appropriation of money that was not her
own caused her not the slightest uneasiness. She was
well aware that there was no person living who could
offer the slightest interference to her proceedings, ex-
cept her own husband, from whom she had nothing to
fear, and her conscience was too thoroughly asleep at
this juncture to annoy her in the least.
With her accustomed energy, therefore, she pro-
ceeded to complete her arrangements. A neighbour,
well versed in the difficulties and dangers of overland
travel, was engaged to remove them to Minnesota, the
State she had chosen as their future home. She relied
upon her own sharp tact to choose the proper location,
after their arrival in some of the border towns of that
Their small property was soon disposed of, or securely
packed in the white-covered heavy waggon, in which
they were to make their journey. Every arrangement
had been completed but the examination and disposal
of Lizzie's large trunk, which had until now remained

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unpacked. In order to be quite undisturbed in this
business, she granted the children the unusual indul-
gence of a day in the woods with their young com-
As Jane Hepburn rifled the trunk of its stores of
fine, neatly made clothing, sufficient for Lizzie's use for
several years, she decided at once that they were not
suitable for her future life on a farm. Accordingly,
-they were placed in a basket and condemned to be
sold, she being well aware that from the proceeds both
Lizzie and Helen could be fitted out in an abundance
of coarser clothing.
A variety of costly toys and trinkets, useless lumber
for the waggon, she decided to dispose of in the towns
through which they were to pass, as she might need
the money they would bring. A small, well-stocked
writing desk, and a few richly-bound books, were for a
more immediate sale. At length her eyes fell upon the
miniature temple of shells, so beautifully wrought, and
they glistened with avaricious delight. Deciding at
once that the money she could get for so valuable a
toy would be of great advantage to her, she stopped
not a moment to consider how precious it might be to
the orphan child now thrown upon her care, but looked
about her for a purchaser for it.
Just then she bethought her of Mr. Stevens, who
.lived in the handsome house upon the hill; and as
there was ample time before the return of the children
to offer it to him, she hastened to do so. Assuring
him that it was a gift from her husband to herself on
his return from the South, she had no difficulty in
persuading him that it was unfit for transportation to

28 Lizzie H-pyb r2 .

the West, and to induce him to purchase it for his
invalid daughter.
With some difficulty she managed, while Lizzie was
asleep at night, to dispose of her clothing to different
persons, to prepare some coarser garments, and to repack
the trunk, keeping the child in profound ignorance of
the entire proceeding.
Mrs. Hepburn congratulated herself that her affairs
had been most adroitly managed when she was seated
in the uncomfortable vehicle ready to begin her west-
ward journey, in less than two weeks after Lizzie's
arrival, which had given her the means to accomplish
her purpose. From the child there had been as yet no
open outbreak of the spirit of rebellion, which she
often surmised might be raging within the young heart
of her new subject. Lizzie had good reason to fear
that the heavy hand of her aunt would be laid upon
her if she manifested the slightest symptom of resist-
ance to her will, and suffered herself to be disposed of
quietly until the day came when their journey was to
begin. But when she was arrayed in a dark calico
dress and apron, and some thick shoes and coarse stock-
ings were fastened upon her feet,. her curls gathered
into a net and covered with a huge Shaker sun-bonnet,
her eyes blazed with pent-up wrath. She dashed the
bonnet and net upon the floor and stamped them with
her feet, and would have torn the dress from her, had
it not been made of the best material and securely
sewed, and ended by rushing from the house in a
passion of tears.
Mrs. Hepburn, who walked with perfect unconcern
over quivering heart-strings, straightened the abused

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bonnet, and coolly awaited the return of the sobbing,
excited little girl. Taking no notice of the swollen
eyes and flushed face that appeared before her an hour
after, she simply replaced the net and bonnet; but
there was something in her look and manner that
warned Lizzie that she stood ready instantly to quell
any further resistance to her will.
Regarding work as a very efficient means of break-
ing in" the wills of children, as she termed it, she
employed the long days of their slow journey in teach-
ing the inexperienced fingers of the child Lizzie the
mysteries of coarse sewing and the shaping of a stock-
ing. Distasteful as this was to Lizzie, she was not
capable of imitating the deceit with which she saw her
cousin Helen sometimes succeed in evading the tasks
imposed upon her by her mother. So, while her work
was completed with tolerable neatness and despatch,
her little heart was in a tempest of concealed wrath
and discontent during nearly all their journey. From
this, however, she was pleasantly diverted, at times,
by the varied and beautiful landscapes presented to
their view, and for which she had a cultivated and
appreciative eye.
They had nearly reached their destination when the
accident befell them, the breaking of the forward wheel
of the vehicle. For some time they were in imminent
peril in their nearly defenceless condition. Several
days were lost in repairing their damages, so that the
fine month of October was nearly gone before they
reached the little settlement which bore the euphonious
name of Monona, where Mrs. Hepburn had decided to
remain for the winter.

30 Lizzie Hepburn.
The only available house, a single log-room, with a
loft, received them and their goods, and here they were
quickly settled to await the long winter of this northern
latitude. And while Mrs. Hepburn looked about her
for some plans for the opening of spring, she decided,
in order to get them out of her way, to send the
children to school. Uncle Robert enjoyed the quiet
and rest from his daily tasks. He could doze and sleep
quite undisturbed, content that all arrangements for the
care of his family were in abler hands than his own.



", UNT Jane," said Lizzie, one morning shortly
after their arrival, "where are all the
pretty clothes that mamma made for me ?"
"If you mean all the trumpery that you brought
with you, they are sold," was the brief reply. "You
will find all you need in the trunk, and you and Helen
can unpack it and hang your clothes in the loft."
"We have done so, Aunt Jane," said Lizzie, "but I
cannot find the pretty temple mamma made for me."
"That is sold too !" was the laconic reply.
"Oh, Aunt Jane !" exclaimed poor Lizzie, trembling
with excitement, "you do not mean that you sold that,
do you I Mamma made that for me, and said it should
always be mine. Papa gathered the shells for me, and
she told me always to keep it, and I promised her
I would. Oh, please, Aunt Jane, buy back my
temple for me," pleaded the child, her eyes filling
with tears.
Your temple was not fit to bring out West with
us," replied her Aunt, coldly. "It was sold before we
left Chester. You will never see it again, so think no

32 Lizzie Hepburn.

more about it," she added, motioning the child away
from her.
"I say I did not want my temple sold !" screamed
Lizzie, striking at her aunt in a wild passion. "It
was bad and wicked in you to sell it, and to steal all
my pretty clothes and make me wear these mean old
things. They were not yours," she sobbed, stamping
her little foot furiously, you had no right to sell my
things, and I'll never love you as long as I live !"
"Go it, Liz !" shouted James, with a loud laugh;
"but won't you get a licking, though !"
"James, leave the room," ordered his mother, as she
rose to quell the rebellion of her new little subject.
"Like to stay and see the fun, if you've no objec-
tions," replied James; but obeying, the next moment,
a look from his mother's eye, he left the room and
stationed himself near a window where he could observe
the fun," as he termed it.
For the first time in her life the rod was laid upon
Lizzie's shoulders in quick, hard blows by the strong
hand of her aunt, the only reply vouchsafed to the
demands of her wounded sense of justice. She screamed
with pain and terror, and was answered by a derisive
laugh near the window. Mrs. Hepburn then led the
child smarting with her punishment, and almost suffo-
cated with anger and grief to the table, where stood
the breakfast dishes still unwashed.
"Liz," said Mrs. Hepburn, who used this abbre-
viation chiefly because it was distasteful to the child,
"wash these dishes, and hereafter consider that your
Good !" chuckled Helen, as she glided from the



Thic V!ilage Sc/ool. 33

table, glad that her disagreeable task was assigned to
her cousin. I hate dish-washing," she added, as she
joined her brother out of doors.
Poor Lizzie used all her life to be waited upon by
servants, made hard work of her unaccustomed task.
She scalded her hands, and cut her fingers and scorched
her apron, while tears of pain and vexation continually
blinded her eyes. But there was no love or sympathy
for her sore little heart in the hard eye fixed upon her,
or in the short, sharp commands that directed the
performance of her work.
Ho cry-baby !" said James, who ventured to open
the door sufficiently to point a finger at her, and then
ran away unrebuked by his mother.
When the dishes are washed, Lizzie, you may go
to school with Helen and James," said Mrs. Hepburn;
and Lizzie knew that there would be no repeal of this
order, which filled her with renewed terror.
She had never had any other tutors than her fond
parents, and she shrank from mingling with the boys
and girls of the settlement, with whose uncouth
manners and rough language she already had an un-
pleasant experience in their intercourse with her cousins.
Her previous education and associations had quite un-
fitted her for these rough exigencies of pioneer life at
the West. But Mrs. Hepburn was firmly resolved
that Lizzie should go to school. Partly because she
had nothing else for the child to do, and partly, indeed
mostly, because she had conceived a dislike for the
child-a dislike quite natural for one to feel towards
another whom one has wronged and has determined to
wrong-she wanted to get her out of the way.

34 Lizvie H-cburn.

Fortunately James and Helen ran off to school
without her, Lizzie going alone, happily relieved from
their taunting words and teasing laugh.. She was soon
seated upon the hard uncomfortable wooden bench in
the small poorly ventilated log school-house, where
were assembled the representatives of nearly every
family in the settlement.
The teacher, a young woman of very moderate
abilities, however well-qualified she considered her-
self to teach the alphabet and easy readings to the
other children under her charge, was not at all fitted to
guide and instruct a mind like Lizzie's, whose attain-
ments she perceived at once to be superior to her own.
The first half day passed wearily to Lizzie. She read
and spelled, not only to the satisfaction, but quite to
the astonishment of her teacher. She was ordered to
her seat, and told to do sums," until school "took
"up for the afternoon. Puzzled to know how this
strange order was to be accomplished, she sat in her
seat listlessly doing nothing, but watching the faces of
her new companions, until the children were dismissed
to partake of their noon luncheon.
Lizzie felt no desire to eat hers, and the rude play of
the children was not at all in accordance with her feel-
ings, so she quietly withdrew from the school-house,
and wandered off alone. There was a gentle roll of
the prairie near the school-house, running back to some
bold bluffs, which were crowned by a pretty grove.
The trees were gay with the gorgeous hues of autumn,
and looked particularly inviting beneath the nazy
atmosphere of the Indian summer. In general Lizzie
was attracted and soothed by a pretty landscape, but

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this day it feiilLd to divert her flroi the grie f H ,!
morning. She sought now a quiet place, where sho
might relieve her aching little heart by a good cry,
unobserved by any one.
The cruel events of the morning came freshly b ack
to her mind, and, most cruel of all, the hopeless loss of
her beautiful temple, the last gift and work of her
mother, for whose love she now yearned ;o ardently.
She remembered well that bright evening in her bau-
tiful home, when she received the gift fresh from her
mother's hands; and she almost seemed to hear the
words, "It is yours, Lizzie, always yours, all yours."
Now it was lost, and she could never hope to receive
back the precious gift, with its treasures so cunningly
hid within it. Perhaps some other hand would fial
the secret spring, and reveal the contents to be
appropriated by strangers, who ewnul not know third
value. Lizzie threw herself upon the ground, weep-
ing bitterly, and exclaiming aloud,, h, nmamma !
how could you leave me alone Why didl I not die
too !"
Was it the ministering spirit of that dead mother
that soothed at this moment the wild grief of the child,
and breathed the dear name of Jesus in the ear of her
soul ?
Was it a dark spirit of evil, that at the next moment
stirred the foul drop of unbelief left in her memory by
the words of Carl, and made her refuse to love that
dear name, and to pour her sorrows into His ever-
sympathizing earl
Ah, who shall tell! Shall we ever know here the
conflict waged by the powers of gA, oil aid f vil fi'r

the possession of every human soul purchased by the
blood of Jesus ?
"Wheat are you doing, Lizzie." The voice was a
gentle one, and aroused Lizzie, who lay with her hot
face pressed against the cool wet leaves on the ground.
She raised her head quickly, and met the gaze of a
girl some three or four years older than herself, whose
large, soft. black eyes had attracted her that morning
more than any other's in the school. Lizzie was longing
for companionship just then; so she welcomed the girl
with a smile, as she answered,
"I am doing nothing in particular just now, but if
you are willing, I would like to take a walk with you
before the bell rings for school/'
"W here shall we go ? asked Nellie.
"To the woods yonder, if you please. The trees are
very beautiful now, and this morning early they glittered
with frost, like silver. I never saw anything like that
before, did you "
Oh yes! many times. IBut why have you never
seen them "
Because we lived in the South. We had beautiful
flowers and trees there, but if the frosts came at all,
they never stay long enough, I guess, to sparkle in the
sun as these did this morning."
What made you ever come way up here, Lizzie? "
Oh, my papa and mamma are both dead!" and
Lizzie began to weep again passionately, exclaiming
between her sobs, Oh, I don't know where they
are I wish I did I wish I was dead too! I
don't like to stay here a bit I hate my aunt
and cousins! They are so unkind to me, you don't

Th7 Village Sciool. 37

know Oh, I wish I could go to miy own hoim:
again "
Nellie was startled at this outburst of stormy grief,
and stood silently regarding Lizzie with a puzzled look
upon her face. At length she ventured to say gently,
" Don't cry so hard, Lizzie. I am away from my home,
too, and from my father and mother."
Are they dead, Nellie ?" asked Lizzio, a little con-
soled by the thought that perhaps her friend could
sympathize with her trials, from a similar experience .
No, they are not dead, Lizzie, but 200 miles from
here, away to the north-west. It is a great deal colder
there than it is here, and there are very few houses,
for the land is covered with thick woods. And there
are very few white people around my home."
What sort of people are they, Nellie ? Negroes "
No, they are Indians."
Oh, Nellie Aren't you a bit afraid of Indians ?"
Not a bit My mother is an Indian woman, but
my father is a white man. And oh, lie's so splendid I "
and Nellie's face lighted up with the warm glow of
lher loving young heart.
"Is lie tall and handsome ?" asked Lizzie, deeply
Yes, indeed; a beautiful officer in the army VWe
live in the Fort, and my father has the command ol
the soldiers stationed there. Nearly all the .!,..
and soldiers have Indian wives, and live without much
trouble from the tribe. But sometimes the Indians
from other tribes get angry with the whites, or drink
too much whiskey, and then my father has to fight
them with guns and cannon!"

38 LiLsic Htlburnw.

Oh, Nellie tell me all about it, will you ?" said
Lizzie, eagerly.
Once," chatted Nellie, the Indians came around
the Fort in great numbers, and they were awful angry.
Ti shot their arrows into the Fort nearly as thick as
a -rain-storm, and they yelled horribly all the time.
(On of my little brothers-that one that sat back of
me ini school this morning-was fastened out of the
Fort before any one knew the Indians were coming, or
that lie was not inside. But my father went right out
among them, snatched away my brother, just as an
ugly old Indian had raised his hatchet to kill him, and
brought him safely into the Fort! But there were
three arrows sticking in his arms and breast, and they
made great sores. You can see the scars yet. Now
isn't my father a grand, brave man, Lizzie ."
Yes, indeed exclaimed Lizzle, enthusiastically.
These stirring incidents of pioneer life, so new and
strange to her, interested her deeply, and quite diverted
her from her own self.
But why don't you live with your father, Nelli ?"
she asked.
":' Because they have no schools there, and my mother
cannot read or write, so she could not teach us, and my
father has no time. So he brought my brother Horace
and me down here to attend school, and we live with
my aunt, father's sister."
Do you hate your aunt? asked Lizzie, suddenly.
"Why, no, Lizzie My aunt is very kind, and so
are my uncle and cousins, and I love them all very
much. \We are very happy here."
But were you not lonely when your father left you?"

The Villager School. 39

Yes, very lonely for a while, until we became
better acquainted with our cousins. When father went
away, he took us in his arms and kissed us a great
many times, and only think my brave, good father
cried when he bade us good-bye So you must know
he loves us very much indeed."
But what will your mother do while you are
gone "
Oh, she will feel very badly, for mother loves us,
too, ever so much. When we came away, she came
down with us to the river, and when father pushed off
our little boat, she screamed and threw her blanket
over her head, and fell on the sand, and was there as
long as we were in sight. We had to leave her, for
we were in the current of the river, so we could not go
IIow strange it all seems!" said Lizzie. "And
did you come down the river in an open boat ?"
Yes, and father rowed it with only one man to
help him. We slept oi a great package of furs, which
lie took afterwards to St. Louis, and sold for ever so
much money. Sometimes it rained, and we would get
wet; but we did not mind that much, for when the
sun shone out we could get dry again. Once, I
remember, I was asleep when the rain began to fall,
and when I awoke I found that father had been hold-
ing a large tin wash-basin over my face, so that the
rain should not disturb nme."
Lizzie was much amused at the picture her friend
had drawn of this, to her, novel way of navigating the
When father went home," continued Nellie, he

40 L i ie Hefcburn.

took our pictures for mother. And then he bought a
red silk dress, and a yellow silk shawl, and a blue silk
bonnet for presents to her, because he knew these
would please her more than anything else. The
Indian women who marry white men are very proud,
and like to dress in bright colours, so as not to be like
the other women of their tribe."
A clear ringing laugh burst from Lizzie over these
gorgeous presents, and then she asked, Will you ever
go back to live in the Fort 1"
Yes, in a few years. And then I mean to teach
my mother to read and write, and my little sisters too.
I think if my mother could read she would be much
happier. When I go home, I mean to take her a nice
Bible for a present, and teach her how to read in it.
"We never learned anything about Jesus or heaven, as
the Bible tells us, until we came here, and my aunt
taught us. She gave me a Bible the other day to be
my own, and I am so anxious to be able to read it
"Do you believe there is a God, and a Jesus, and a
heaven, Nellie ?" replied Lizzie, timidly.
Why, yes exclaimed Nellie, astonished at this
question, "of course I believe these things. Aunt
taught me about them frothefomhe Bible. Don't you, too,
Lizzie ? "
"I do not know," replied Lizzie, sadly. Mamma
used to read stories to me from the Bible, and told me
a great deal about Jesus and heaven. But when I was
on the steamer, a man named Carl told me these things
were not true at all, and that I must never believe
them again as long as I live."

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"I should think you would believe what your father
and mother told you," said Nellie, simply, because
they loved you better than any one else could."
I always did until then, but now I do not know
what to think. I have never seen a Bible since I came
here. I do not think that my uncle and aunt believe
these things, for they never talk to us about them."
Nellie did not know what more to say to her com-
panion, who had all her life thus far basked in the
light, whose rays were just dawning upon her untu-
tored mind. Her simple faith had received the in-
structions of her aunt with unquestioning alacrity
and that any one could doubt these truths filled her
with wonder.
The two girls walked towards the school-house arm-in-
arm but quite silently, each busy with her own thoughts.
Awarm friendship had already sprung up between them,
and they were pleased to be allowed to share each other's
desk for the remainder of the winter. The maturity,
gentleness, and good sense of Nellie made her an agree-
able and suitable companion for the impulsive and pas-
sionate Lizzie, whose circumstances at present would
rather strengthen than correct these traits in her cha-
The afternoon school passed much more pleasantly
to Lizzie. Her tasks were easily and quickly performed,
and she found time to assist her friend, who, being in
the rudiments of learning, was patiently plodding her
way through easy readings and spelling. When the
day's lessons closed, the two girls walked homeward
together, chatting quite merrily.
Their attention was suddenly attracted by loud shouts

42 Lizzie Hepblint.

and peals of laughter from the school-boys a short
distance in advance of them. Hastening to the spot,
they saw Horace, ;. i t., brother, who bore a much
stronger resemblance to the Indian race than she did,
in a fierce conflict with a young racoon, which he had
succeeded in chasing down, and was dAtermined to
make his prisoner.
The black eyes of the boy fairly blazed with excite-
ment and wrath, as he returned the spiteful bites of
his little foe with energetic kicks and cuffs, by which
lie steadily gained the advantage over the animal. The
battle between the erect little Indian brave and the
no less brave racoon, however, was well contested.
But it ended by Horace carrying off his prize trium-
phantly, entirely unmindful of the blood trickling from
his wounded fingers, to the great delight of his boyish
companions, whose acknowledged leader lie at once
Lizzie almost unconsciously joined in the shout that
greeted the little victor, for she had been an excited
spectator of the scene. When she parted from Nellie,
soon after, and drew near her home, she was happier
than she had been for several weeks. Why, she did
not know. Work, hard and disagreeable, awaited her,
she knew, as she entered the little cabin, and she could
expect no soothing influences of love to make her
willing and happy in performing her tasks. Still, she
had not the usual reluctance in entering her home that
Her evening tasks were performed so lill:1,-
and cheerfully, that her aunt congratulated herself
that she had pursued a wise and judicious course

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thus far i:n breaking in the. rl.bellious little girl of
the morning. She knew not that it was the gentle
tones of Nellie's voice still vibrating upon Lizzie's ear,
and the entrance of this new love into her lonely little
heart, that had made her cheerful and directed her from
painful thoughts, and the memory of the morning



IZZIE'S first winter at the North passed away
not altogether unpleasantly or unprofitable
to her. Her little frame expanded health-
fully, and her round, rosy cheeks and clear, bright eyes
attested to the good effects, physically, of her plain
food, and the work to which she was becoming daily
better inured. She advanced but little, indeed, in
mental acquirements, but she was learning, quite
unconsciously to herself, some important lessons in the
hard school at home.
Here her trials were unchanged; but she was be-
coming more adroit in avoiding the rudeness of James;
was generally quietly submissive to her aunt's authority
and she had even learned to entertain a sort of friendly
liking for the indolent, good natured Helen.
But this was only her outward behaviour; for
secretly Lizzie cherished a deep-seated hatred of her
aunt and of James, and a contempt for her weak uncle.
And she often gave way, when alone, to outbursts of
passionate temper, all the more furious because so long
and so closely pent.
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darkness, without a ray of truth to guide it. She
rarely talked with the meek, kind Nellie upon these
subjects. Mrs. Hepburn, though often urged to do
so, never permitted Lizzie to visit Nellie, as it was
considered too great a waste of time. Thus she failed
to receive the benefit of the religious instructions of
Nellie's aunt, Mrs. Cook.
As the Bible and religious books were considered
useless lumber by Mrs. Hepburn, the only reading she
allowed her family was such as they could glean from
a weekly paper, filled with sensational stories and poor
poetry. Unfortunately Lizzie acquired a taste for this
reading, and formed the evil habit, almost inseparable
from the constant perusal of this kind of literature, of
indulging in the most extravagant flights of imagina-
tion. This habit strengthened greatly during the next
few years, while the seeds of truth, so ... Fiii sown
by her mother, lay dormant within her heart.
The succeeding spring Mrs. Hepburn purchased a
farm; about two miles from the settlement. She ap-
propriated Lizzie's money for this purpose, without the
least compunction, reasoning with herself-her only
counsellor-that, as she had the trouble and expense of
the child, it was only just that she should be paid for
it. She made an excellent bargain, and the farm,
under her efficient management, satisfied her as to
the wisdom of her plan in emigrating to the West.
The farm promised to become, not only a means of
present support, but a valuable investment of her
The succeeding seven years brought their round of
busy cares and hard work, in which all the family took

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their part. No time was allowed the children to
attend school, except during the winter months, and
this was frequently interrupted by the heavy snows,
which made the walk to the settlement quite impos-
sible. Most of the summer months and until late in
the fall were occupied by Lizzie and Helen, as they
"grew older, in herding the sheep. In this, as in their
other tasks, the larger share of the labour fell, as
usual, upon the former.
But she soon came to enjoy this employment. She
loved the timid creatures, who learned to know the
names which she gave them, and would come at her
call. In leading them to their pasturage or to the
springs for water, her inherent love of nature was con-
stantly gratified and stimulated by the panoramic dis-
play of rolling prairies and wooded knolls, the rocky
bluffs in the distance, and the small lakes and clear
streams which were to be found by easy walks, in
almost any direction. It was her peculiar delight,
while her bleating charge reposed during the heat of
the day, beneath the branching trees, and Helen en-
joyed her coveted nap after luncheon, to find some
secluded, pretty spot, where she could indulge her
roving fancies undisturbed.
Seven years brought many changes in Monona. It
is one of the remarkable characteristics of our western
towns, that they are subjected to what is termed a
"floating population." Emigrants enter government
lands, erect rough cabins, raise a little grain, keep a
few cows, pigs, and chickens, spending most of their
time hunting, fishing, and idling. In the meantime,
however, they are watching for the favourable oppor-

{nity, aod, wlhn it comes, they sell out, removI .
further west, to repeat an operation which, it' ni.t
alwarny condue-ve to prosperity, gratifies a certain rest-
lessness induced 1by this very mode of life.
Their farms and town property are gemnrally pn;-
chased by a better class of settlers, some of whom come
with the intention of remaining permanently, and of
making homes for their young funilies in the land of
promise. These are known in after times as the old
families of the town, and form the material fr.i::
which petty offices are filled, and they give the gener.,
tone to society. G, .1.. 11 better schools are pro-
vided, churches are erected, Sabbath-schools esta-
blished, a weekly paper published, .. -space fr
the embryo talent of the village; railroads, either
actual or prospective, give an impetus to the business
interests of the town, and inducements offered to a
still more intelligent and valuable e migration These
purchase the property of the second class, many (f
whom by this time are ready to follow the lead of the
first, and to push farther on.
And, with a celerity that astonishes the sleepy old
towns of the East and South, the stirring West is sown
thickly with settlements, which shortly assume the
pretensions of incorporated cities, with their full com-
plement of mayor and aldermen, and rejoice in 'I
paved, shaded streets, great business blocks, elegant
residences, street cars, and gas !
Seven years, therefore, wrought many changes in
Monona. For, situated upon the great river, with a
beautiful and excellent farming country back of it,
and with every facility for manufacturing interests, its

48Li iji HhEIt fun.

bracing, healthful climate and fine location attracted
many new and valuable citizens to the place, and
families that promised, in time, to develop and clovate
the mental and moral status of its society. And, as is
often the case, there were life-histories in some of these
families more filled with events of startling interest,
than any that could be gleaned from the pages of
One of the most desirable sites in Monona was pur-
chased by an English widowed lady, who was, by com-
mon rumour, represented as belonging to the nobility
of that country. She, and her son, a young man of
about twenty years of age, without assuming any pre-
tensions of this kind, however, quietly proceeded to
erect a house, lay out and adorn the grounds, in a
manner suggestive of the sweet homes of England.
The cottage was tasteful in design and finish, and
the occasional glimpses afforded by the swaying of the
draperies from the low windows, revealed a cultivated
and refined taste in the arrangement and harmony of
the moderately expensive carpets and furniture. About
the grounds the skilful disposal and luxuriant growth
of the flowers and shrubbery attested the care and
taste of the lady, who, in a suitable dress and shading
hat, assisted her son, through the summer, as he re-
deemed the fertile but uncultivated soil from weeds
and grass, causing it, literally, to blossom as the rose.
Indeed Rosedale," as the lady appropriately named
their home, became one of the most attractive spots in
the village, and, ere long, a centre from which were to
radiate elevating and refining influences-influences
which were to have a quiet but healthful effect upon

Changes. 49

the strangely-mingled population of this thriving
Lizzie had now reached the age of sixteen years.
She was a well-developed and perfectly ':. ,1Hl, girl,
giving fair promise of a truly beautiful womanhood.
Her ill-fitting garments had not prevented the develop-
ment of a naturally fine figure, or interfered with the
grace of step and motion appropriate to her youth.
Her coarse face had not injured her fine complexion or
diminished the lustre of her eyes, while her life out of
doors, though frequently exposing her to winds and
storms, had not made her rough or uncouth in manner
or language. By some means our little shepherdess
had been preserved from losing the refinement which
was natural to her, or from assimilating to the vulgar
tastes and habits of those with whom her daily life
was associated.
When Lizzie was permitted to attend the village
school she made some advancement, although her
teachers were usually a succession of poorly-paid and
ill-qualified persons, who left her no wiser at the close
of the winter term than they had found her at its
beginning. Her early friendship for Nellie had
ripened into a strong love, and the intercourse afforded
her with the young girl. during the sessions of the
winter school, was the most coveted pleasure she could
Nellie had advanced during these years quite
rapidly in knowledge, for she had eagerly profited by
the instructions she had received both at home and in
the school. She had become a gentle, womanly girl,
whose quick sympathies and kind offices made her a

5o Liz.sie Ilepbur'it.

valued member of her aunt's family, and amply repaid
the care that had been bestowed upon her.
The lIst of thes3 seven winters at school, and the
last Lizzio should Lb permitted to enjoy, her aunt had
said, was saddened, towards its close, by the whispered
announcement that letters had been received from
Nellie's father; and that he was coming to Monona
toward. the spring, and would take his children back
with him to their home in the far North, early in the
summer. This news caused Lizzie the most sincere
grief. For very tender and precious had been the
companionship of these young friends during this win-
ter, especially. Never, since her mother's death, had
Lizzie felt the sweet influence of the love of Jesus,
drawing her to Himself so powerfully as now, when it
shone forth in the unquestioning faith and gentle
virtues of Nellie, His humble disciple. Often, when
comparing her conduct and her words with her own,
she had expressed an honest desire that she might
know for herself what it was that made Nellie so good
and so happy.
And to lose Nellie seemed to blot out at once every
iit of sunshine for her, and to quench any desire for a
better and holier life. She could not repress the tearful
exclamation, Oh, Nellie, how can I live without you? "
You will find new friends, dear," was 2.N I11. com-
forting rejoinder.
But none I shall love one-half as well as I do you,"
Lidd Lizzie, with her usual impulsiveness.
Do') yo sup[Ipose your aunt would allow you to
mo ml .i litla visit before I go ?" asked Neili- ,
1i-::,ing Z1r arm round Lizzie.

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Oh, I'm afraid not How I wish she would :"
exclaimed Lizzie.
Ask her, any way, Lizzie. Auntie tells me that
we cannot do more than fail, and it is worthy a good
object to make an honest effort to attain it. I'm sure
thiPis a good object, and perhaps, if you tell her that
I am going away for ever, she would let you come."
Well, I'll ask her, as soon as I know when you
are going to leave for your home," said Lizzie, as the
whispered conference closed.



I NE beautiful day in June a polite note reached
I Mrs. Hepburn from Mrs. Cook requesting
the pleasure of a visit from Lizzie to her niece
Nellie, who was about to leave them, probably not to
Who is this Nell ?" demanded Mrs. Hepburn, who
delighted in abbreviated names.
"The best friend I have," said Lizzie, whose eager
desire to accept the invitation from Mrs. Cook caused a
very perceptible tremor in her voice.
Humph !" ejaculated her aunt. "That dark-skinned
girl you were so thick with last winter."
"Yes," said James, with a short laugh, "she's a
nigger !"
"Indeed she is not, James," said Lizzie, making a
strong effort to control the temper, which nothing
aroused so quickly as James's vulgarity. Her mother
is an Indian woman," she continued, turning to her
Well, I don't care who her mother is," said Mrs.
Hepburn, shortly. "Nigger's good as Injuns, I

New Friends. ,3

reckon. If I let you go, who'll do your work to-
day ?"
"P'raps Liz would let me mind the sheep for her
one day," said James.
"Oh, will you, James ?" said Lizzie, eagerly, turning
to him with a pleased smile.
Makes you mighty pleasant to a feller, now, don't
it 1" he replied, tauntingly. Guess I won't though !
Catch me doing a girl's work !" was his rude conclu-
sion as he went out, shutting the door with a bang.
"Better send my lady's regrets, mother," he shouted
back, as he left the gate.
The tears started to Lizzie's eyes, for she could see
nothing but disappointment before her that day.
"I'll mind the sheep alone to-day, Lizzie," said
Helen, good-naturedly.
Will you, truly ?" asked Lizzie, fearing lest Helen
should prove as treacherous as James.
"Yes, I will," said Helen.
"Oh, thank you, Helen! you are real kind. Now,
may I go, Aunt Jane "
"Well, if the girl's going away for good, I don't
care so much. I should not allow such a piece of folly
again. Be sure to be home before sun-down, so's to
'tend the night chores," was the reluctant permission
given at length.
Lizzie's simple toilet was soon made, and the walk of
two miles that beautiful day seemed short, and she
soon found herself in Mrs. Cook's little parlour in
rapid and happy intercourse with Nellie and her aunt's
family. The hours of this pleasant day seemed to fly,
and Lizzie almost regretted the announcement that

5.1 L s.iczi Hcpurld .

dinner was ready-it seemed to bring "sun-down" so
near. Towards the close of the afternoon, Nellie pro.
posed a walk, remarking, "You have never seen many
of the late improvements in Monona, have you, Lizzie ?"
"No," said Lizzie, "the new houses do not look
much better than the old ones in winter, and I am
always in a hurry to go home after school, so as not to
lose the short daylight. So I am only acquainted with
the old beaten track to and from the farm."
Well, then, I've something nice to show yon,"
said Nellie.
"You know I must start for home in good season,"
said Lizzie, suddenly remembering the last order from
her aunt.
"Oh, yes, I know, and I'll go as far as the hill with
you," said Nellie, "and that will make our walk the
Lizzie took leave of Mrs. Cook and her family,
silently wishing that she might accept her kind invi-
tation for future visits, but simply thanking her for
the pleasure she had enjoyed. Nellie purposely
directed their walk, so that they should pass "Rose-
dale." The place was now very attractive, with its
climbing vines, well-trained shrubbery and cultivated
Oh, .Nellie, how beautiful exclaimed Lizzie, the
memory of a pleasant picture of the past, lighting, for
a sweet moment, the harsh lines of her present life.
"Who owns this beautiful place she whispered,
fearing she might be heard by a lady whom she ob-
served busy among the flowers.
")Mrs. Winthrop and her son Paul, whom you see

over there, tying up that vine," said Nellie, draa, .:;
her around on another side.
Tley walked quietly along, but were observed by
Mrs. Winthrop. Good afternoon, girls," she said,
cordially. I see you admire my flowers. Come in,
and my son will cut a bouquet for you."
Paul Winthrop, hearing their voices, advanced with
a cordial smile to open the gate for the girls to enter,
pushing his straw hat off from his forehead, vwet with
his labour that hot afternoon. With an e i'sy grace he
cut and arranged bouquets for them, chatting all the
while of the names and habits of the plants and flowers
from which he was selecting for them. Poor Liz.;I
hoped he was unconscious of her painful embarrass-
]ment, for she was sure that her dress must seem to
these people the coarsest and most unbecoming in
the whole world, and her shoes the heaviest and most
Now," said Mrs. Winthrop, in the winning manner
quite natural to her, after you have seen the flowers,
you must come in, and my son and I will give you
some music. I have rarely seen any one fond of
flowers who was not also fond of music. Paul will
show you in."
Paul advanced to open the door, and Mrs. 'Winthrop,
who had slipped around the back way to remove her
garden-hat and gloves, stood ready to receive them in
her pleasant parlour. Nellie entered at once, with
gentle dignity,-ever the fruit of genuine humility,-
but Lizzie felt her face burning with shame on entering
the elegant parlour in the presence of so polished a lady
in a dress so unfit as hers.

5 Liszic IhpbL~zu.

Mrs. Winthrop seated herself at the piano, and
mingled her clear voice with the deep tones of her son's
rich bass. Such music Lizzie had never heard since
her early childhood, and her painful embarrassment
was lost in exquisite delight as she listened. She was
even thankful for the huge proportions of her Shaker
sun-bonnet to hide the tears that were dropping rapidly
from her eyes. When the girls arose to go, Nellie
thanked Mrs. Winthrop in a modest, appropriate
manner for the pleasure she had given them. Lizzie
took the proffered hand, and raised her large eyes,
full of feeling, to the face of the kind lady, but was
unable to speak one word, although her heart was
"GBe sure and come and see me again, said Mrs.
Winthrop, kindly, leading the way to the door.
"I believe, young ladies, I shall beg permission to
accompany you in your walk for a short distance," said
Paul; "I have a call to make which will be quite in
your way."
"We shall be glad of your company," said Nellie,
simply, as they bade Mrs. Winthrop good bye.
Paul entertained them so admirably with his cheer-
ful, chatty conversation, that Lizzie began to feel at
ease in his company. He told them of his home in
England, of the pleasant voyage across the Atlantic,
and how they had been led to make their home in
Monona, hoping that the delightful climate of Minne-
sota might prove beneficial to the delicate constitution
of his mother.
IHe then skilfully drew from the modest young
Nellie some stirring incidents connected with her life

ANew' Fri&nds. 57

at the Fort, and soon the three were heartily laughing
over some of her wild adventures in the days of her
early childhood.
"But Miss Lizzie," said Paul, suddenly turning to
the young girl clinging to Nellie's arm, you have not
told your story yet. We will be quiet now and let you
speak of your sheep. How do you spend your time on
the farm ?"
I herd sheep !" said Lizzie, naively.
Ah, a shepherdess !" exclaimed Paul, gaily,
who sits upon the grassy turf,
Inhaling healthful, the descending sun;
While round your feet, the bleating flock
Of various cadence ; and the sportive lambs,
This way and that convolved, in friskful glee,
Their frolics play."
Yes, Mr. Paul," said Lizzie, eagerly, "that is just
the way. My sheep love me, and I love them. They
all know their names, and will come when I call them,
and even feed from my hand. Wherever I lead them,
they will follow."
"Your occupation is full of beautiful analogies, Miss
Lizzie," said Paul. "Did you ever think of them ?
You know Jesus makes frequent use of the most
striking objects in nature to teach us the sweetest
lessons of Himself. He says, 'I am the good Shep-
herd and know my sheep, and am known of mine.'
You can readily perceive the force and beauty of that
comparison, can you not ?"
Oh yes, Mr. Paul. And I know if you or Nellie
should call my sheep, they would not come, even
though your voices were gentle and your hands full of

_,'} _L z.zic urpm;-nr.

, ,d for them. Quite likely they would run the other
way, in a great fright."
"' He calleth His own sheep by name, and leadeth
them out. He goeth before them, and the sheep follow
him, for they know His voice,'" repeated Nellie,
"' And a stranger will they not follow, but flee from
him, for they know not the voice of strangers,' added
Lizzie was deeply interested, and wishing the con-
versation to continue upon a theme whose analogies
seemed so striking and familiar to her mind, she said,
" Whenever my sheep hear any unusual voice, they
seem to fear an attack from a dog or a wolf; then
they will run to me and crowd about me; and oh, how
plainly their eyes ask me to defend them If I think
there is any real danger, I lead them home, and secure
them in the fold."
Even so, does Jesus care for us," replied Paul
" He says, 'I am the good Shepherd : the good Shep-
herd giveth His life for the sheep. My sheep hear My
voice, and I know them, and they follow Me, and I
give unto them eternal life, and they shall never
perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of My
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He
maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth
me beside the still waters,' repeated Nelli ; a tone, of
deep, quiet joy running through the words.
He shall feed His flock like a shepherd, He shall
gather the lambs with His arm, and shall carry them in
His bosom,' added Paul, reverently. *

JNc:o FrZic;ns. 59

These ar'e beautiful words, Mr. Paul. WVh v, di
you find them ? asked Lizzie.
Have you never read them in the Iible, \Ii.;
Lizzie ? asked Paul, with astonishment.
No, Mr. Paul," replied Lizzie, with deep emotion ;
" I have never seen a Bible since my mother died. 1.
was too young then to recollect much that she taught
inc. But I remember very well these words, ahlnost
the last that she ever spoke to me, the very day before
she died : Jesus is the Way, Lizzie. Go to Him. IHe
will be your Saviour, as He has been ou:,.'"
And have you never been to Him, 2Miss Lizzie ?"
asked Paul, with deep interest.
No, Mr. Paul, I never have," said Lizzie.
"Lizzie," said Nellie, breaking the long silence that
ensued, "I will give you my Bible as a reminder of
me, when I am gone. Here it is; I intended it as my
parting gift. You will read it for my sake, I know,
and soon you will love it as I do," she whispered
Lizzie received the plain morocco-hound Bible with a
quivering lip and tearful eyes, and the silent pressure
of her hand upon the arm of her friend attested how
highly she prized this token of her love.
Their walk by this time brought them near a pleasant
house, recently erected by one of the new settlers in
"Ah," said Piul, there are dear old Father and
Mother Pomroy enjoying the cool breeze of the after-
noon;" and he bowed, in pleased recognition, to the
aged couple, who, in easy chairs placed beneath the
grateful shade of the forest trees left in the yard,

Go Li.0:ic HrIdurbn.

were conversing together as the little party came in
Perfectly erect, with his iron-grey hair brushed
straight back from his forehead, Father Pomroy, as
he was reverently called, stood bravely up beneath
the burdens of nearly four-score years. He made it
his especial boast that, having discarded the use or
spectacles when forty years old, he was able now, when
twice that age, to read both his Bible and newspaper,
without their aid, even by lamplight. His wife, who
was his junior by a few years, was much more feeble
and infirm, and was quite content to avail herself of
the use of spectacles to assist her failing vision.
Both, however, were fine specimens of well-preserved
old age.
"Good evening, good evening," was the cordial
response he gave to Paul, and rising from his seat,
he said, Come in, come in, Mr. Paul. Bring the
girls in, too. We shall be happy, if you can give
us your company awhile this afternoon."
"This is a fine evening, sir," said Paul, grasping the
old man's hand heartily, while Lizzie and Nellie fol-
lowed him up the walk and seated themselves in the
rustic porch, after being presented to the aged couple.
"I was thinking, sir," continued Paul, "as I saw
you sitting here, that the bright close of this long day
bore a fine similitude to the beautiful evening of your
overlengthened life."
"Mother and I were just speaking of that as you
came in sight," replied Father Pomroy. "We have
journeyed together for over fifty years. But now the
day is nearly spent, and the night cometh-the short

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night which will usher us into an eternal Day," and
the old man bowed his head, reverently.
"Fifty years A long, long journey," said Paul.
"Yes, and our way has been beset with many and
sore afflictions which have made us nearly faint at
times. But the Lord has sustained us, and we are
brought hitherto by His great mercy."
Yes," joined in the voice of Mother Pomroy, we
have been afflicted, but we can truly say,

'E'en down to old age all His people shall prove
His sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love.' "

"I have seen, somewhere, a beautiful idea. I cannot
just now recall where it came from," said Paul. It
is this: that as the stones were fashioned for the
earthly temple in Lebanon, and then fitted in silence
and perfection to their appropriate place, so here we are
being made ready for the spiritual temple in heaven.
One verse, I remember, was this :
From Nature's quarries, deep and dark,
With gracious aim He hews
The stones, the spiritual stones,
It pleaseth Him to choose.
Hard, rugged, shapeless at 'the first,
Yet destined each to shine-
Moulded beneath His patient hand-
In purity divine."

That expresses it, Mr. Paul," said the old man,
delightedly. "The Lord never forsales His people,
though He may hew and cut them, and even caat them
into the fire until their dross is consumed and they
made fit for His high and holier service."

62 Li.ic IlpbI t'n.

And how long it takes us to learn to lie still and
receive His dealings quietly and submissively, since
Love directs every blow !" added his wife. How
strangely we doubt His love !"
Where is Miss Jessie this evening?" asked Paul,
after a little pause.
Do you not hear the dear child, Mr. Paul, singing
like the home-bird that she is, while clearing away the
tea-table ? demanded Father Poinroy, fondly.
"Is Miss Jessie your only child, sir?" Nellie ven-
tured to ask.
"The only one spared to us, the youngest of a flock
of seven," replied Father Pomroy.
What I are all dead ? asked Lizzie.
"Yes," replied Mother Pomroy ; we left thom all
sleeping in the cemetery near our old home. Three
boys and three girls."
"Oh, how could you have them, nm'amtl said
It was a sad day for us. We had hoped to sleep
all' together ; but we fancied t that the same fatal disei,.-
was fastening upon Jessie, and we came here to seek a
healthier home for her."
Miss Jessie seems entirely well now, sir," said Paul.
Yes, perfectly so; and we feel rewarded for the
sacrifice we made for ler dear sake. She is truly the
stay and stall of our declining years."
No child could be more dutiful and loving," chimed
in the aged mother, f ii11-.
I wished to see Miss Jessie a moment, alb'ut a
little matter of business," said Paul; "but another
time will answer, when she lias more leisure."

AiV>:u Frirnds. (3

O, don't go just yet," said a cheery voice, and a
rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed young girl came to the dour.
"Come in for awhile, won't you?" she asked, after thl,
greetings were over. I am afraid the air might be a
little too chilly for mother, but if you will come in we
should enjoy it very much."
Thank you," said Lizzie, timidly; as I have quite
a long walk before me, I must bid you good evening
and go."
"I will go with you a little further, Lizzie," said
Nellie, and the girls arose to take leave of their
pleasant acquaintances.
"And as you two friends are so soon to part," said
Paul, you will doubtless prefer to enjoy the remainder
of your walk alone; so I will take my leave of you
both now," and lie shook hands with them. Then bid-
ding all good evening, he sprang lightly over the fence
and took his way to the village, while Mother Pomroy,
leaning on the arm of her daughter, bade the girls
good-bye, cordially inviting them to come again, and
followed her husband into the house.
Arm-in-arm Lizzie and Nellio pursued their walk
towards the farm. At the foot of the hill over which
stood the farm-house, Nellie silently opened her arms
and received Lizzie to them in a long, tearful embrace.
And thus they parted.
A few days afterward, Nellie and her brother accom-
panied their father to their distant home. Forseveral
years the paths of these friends will not run parallel
to each other, but the memory of each will retain the
most pleasant and tender remembrance of the other.
And He who guides with Ilis eye" the children

64 Lizzie Hepburn.

whom He has redeemed, will regard this meek, faith-
ful disciple as she enters her rude home, and becomes
the patient teacher of her untutored sisters and mother.
lie will note the steady burning of the light of her
lovely life, the only ray to enlighten the mental and
spiritual darkness of the minds both in and around the
And when the sheaves are garnered in, doubtless it
will be said of Nellie, Well done, thou hast been
faithful in a few things." She hath done what she
could." Come up higher."



ELEN was ordered to remain at home the
following day, and Lizzie bidden to tend
the sheep alone. It promised to be another
perfect day, and Lizzie was not sorry that she was
to be left alone to enjoy her own thoughts undis-
turbed. Early in the morning, while the green grass
was still sparkling with the dew, she took her dinner-
basket and Nellie's Bible, and started for the pasturage,
followed by the bleating flock.
She intended to find a suitable place for the sheep
to feed, and then to open the Bible and search for the
verses which had fallen so sweetly on her ear the day
before. She expected to find a shady, pleasant nook,
where she could live over the scenes of yesterday, and
recall the words and tones of those whose talk and
friendship had made it a bright day for her. But, as
if to afford her a perfect contrast to that delightful day,
this one was destined to be filled with trials and dis-
Something possessed the sheep that day. Either
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66 Lizzie Hepburn.

their food, for they wandered off into the forest, or
playfully bounded up and down the bluffs, filling their
thick fleece with great burs, which Lizzie remembered,
must be carefully removed before the sheep-shearing,
now close at hand. She called them by name in the
most energetic manner, but only the staid old sheep,
that had for a long time eschewed the follies of the
young lambs, obeyed her voice. The others would
curve their pretty necks, and stand gazing at her at a
safe distance, with as mischievous a look as the faces
of sheep can assume, and then bounded away out of
sight in a moment.
Indeed, they were bent on having a frolic, and that
not upon the green grass of the open field, but in the
cool forest that opened so invitingly near them. And
Lizzie searched for them nearly all day, that none
might be lost. In and out of the wood, up and down
the bluffs, she toiled, panting and flushed with heat
and vexation. She tore her dress frightfully, scratched
her arms and hands with thorns, and cut holes in her
shoes, stout as they were, in her rough chase through
the almost unbroken wood.
She lost her dinner, for it was unceremoniously
pitched into the stream by a venturesome young lamb,
who tested the hardness of his head against her basket.
Her Bible, fortunately, had been more securely cared
for. To crown all, she was thoroughly drenched in
a thunder-shower, which, coming up suddenly and
rapidly, overtook her before she had succeeded in
securing her troublesome charge in the fold for the
"Wet, weary and huigry, she turned towards the

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door of the house, her poor heart aching for one of the
many sweet words which had been music to her all the
pleasant yesterday. But alas she was doomed still to
find the bitter.
Hallo, ragamuffin !" shouted James, with a loud
laugh at her forlorn appearance. "Been in a fight,
Liz "
Oh, Lizzie, how you look !" and Helen joined in
the laugh of her brother.
"The sheep have been troublesome, and I was
caught in the rain," replied Lizzie, hoping to avoid any
further contact with James.
"Guess your stuck-up friends would hardly like to
notice our Liz' just now ?" said James. "Serves you
right! No business to be so grand! I saw you pink-
ing round with 'ristocrats yesterday, and thought you
would get a fall may be."
My friends are not aristocrats, sir," said Lizzie,
angrily. They are the best people that I ever saw !"
Whew! and what a world of people you have
seen, to be sure. It's so nice to eat humble pie with
big-guns, aint it, Liz ? Then it's so fine to come home
and talk to a poor fellow like me so grand about my
friends,' the best people in the world,' said James,
mimicking her tones.
"Eating humble pie with good people is certainly
more decent than to eat stolen fruit with thieves and
rascals," said Lizzie.
"Look here, miss said James, rising to his feet in
anger, you had better shut your mouth I'm not to
be called a thief, or hear my friends called so, by any
ragged beggar like you !"

68 Lizzie H 1pburn.

"The coat seems to fit you admirably, nevertheless;
you are quite welcome to wear it," retorted Lizzie.
"I told you to shut your mouth, miss!" James
"And I do not choose to obey your orders, sir,"
replied Lizzie.
Take that, then and James struck her a cowardly
blow, and strode from the rogm.
"Liz !" said Mrs. Hepburn, at this juncture, "you
may change your dress and eat your supper. After the
dishes are washed, you may iron those clothes in the
basket under the table."
Oh, I'm so tired, Aunt Jane Lizzie ventured to
"You seem to have spunk enough left yet! I guess
you can stand it! I was a fool to let you go off yester-
day. Folk's no business to put notions in your head
that'll set you above your work."
They did no such thing, Aunt Jane !" exclaimed
Lizzie, who was extremely sensitive when her new
friends were attacked in this unjust manner.
It will not be well for you to give me any talk
back, Liz," said Mrs. Hepburn, sternly. "That work's
got to be done to-night, and the sooner you get about
it the better. P'raps it will take down your high
notions a little."
I'll wash the supper-dishes, Lizzie," said Helen,
kindly, for she was really sorry for her cousin in her
miserable plight.
Thank you, Helen," said Lizzie, touched and
soothed by this unexpected act of kindness from her
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Marah/. 69

for the evening looked formidable. But she knew
there was no alternative, so spreading the ironing-table,
she began her task, and worked on in silence until the
late hour when it was finished and she was permitted
to retire to rest. Her aunt watched her with hard,
unsympathizing eyes, but there were no more words to
irritate and wound her already exasperated feelings.
She was especially glad to be relieved from James's
company. He had gone to the village to join a band
of hardened youth, with whom he was rapidly becom-
ing an adept in drinking, gambling, and kindred vices,
which seem to thrive remarkably in our new settle-
ments in the West. He did not return home until
long after Lizzie, full of bitter thoughts, had flung
herself upon the bed and sank into the heavy sleep
of the over-tasked.
Ah, how sweet would have been her rest, if the
mystic veil could have been withdrawn, and her eyes
beheld the good Shepherd, who even now was on His
way to seek and to save this sorely-tried lamb. Ah, if
we only knew, when treading the roughened path, that
Jesus loves and pities all!

"How every anguished pain and smart
Finds healing in that word !"



I HOSE were pleasant little girls who called
here yesterday," remarked Mrs. Winthrop
to her son, the very day that brought so
many trials to Lizzie.
Yes, nice girls," replied Paul. We had a pleasant
talk together, during our walk, that evening."
"I was quite drawn to Lizzie, in particular," said
Mrs. Winthrop.
"Yes, there is something remarkable about her,"
replied Paul. "I am quite sure she has not been
always used to her present rough life. There seems to
be a refinement about her superior to most of the other
children we have met."
What a pity she cannot be placed in circumstances
more favourable to the development of her mind and
heart "
"And she is not the only one who is growing up
in great ignorance in this village. You would be sur-
prised indeed to visit the school, which is of a poor
order, and see what a number of children there are

The Sabbath-school. 71

here, almost wholly in the rough, and with scarcely a
ray of religious instruction."
Something ought to be done, Paul," said Mrs.
"Winthrop, thoughtfully.
"Something must be done, and at once !" rejoined
"Have you devised any plan ?"
"Partially. I propose to announce to the children
that a Sunday-school will be formed in that house as
early as next Sabbath, if possible. In the interval
between this time and that, I will visit the families as
generally as possible, and try to secure the attendance
of scholars, and see what material can be secured for
"That is a very good plan, thus far. Whom have
you for teachers ? Or, first, whom do you propose as
a superintendent for the school 1"
"I talked the matter over with Father Pomroy,
and requested him to become superintendent, but he
"It would be too much of a task for him, at his
great age."
"Yes, but he promises to conduct the Bible-class
for adults, as long as he is able."
"He would certainly be admirably adapted for that,
if you could succeed in forming such a class."
I hope to do so, as there will be no other religious
service, at present, for them. I think Miss Jessie will
conduct the infant-class."
"That is certainly a good choice. She is such a
cheery little body, and cannot fail to win the hearts of
the children."

72 Lizzie Hepburn.

I shall depend upon you and Mrs. Cook to teach
the older girls, and Mr. Cook and I must teach the
boys, until we can add to our corps of helpers."
"Mr. and Mrs. Cook are very excellent people."
Most excellent. Indeed they have been the sole
Christian element in the village, since its first settle-
ment until within the last few years."
"Would he not make a suitable superintendent ? "
I think so, but he declines also. I believe I will
fill the office myself for the present. We cannot afford
to lose the time in seeking for a better man."
"Well, your corps of workers will do very well for a
beginning. But a library, and papers, and singing-
books, and maps must be provided, for these children
must be attracted in some way, or we cannot retain
them long, I fear."
"That is true. Mr. Cook leaves for St. Paul to-
morrow, and promises to return as early as Saturday
night with all these requisites, if we can raise the
funds. I suppose that you and a few others will have
to make up the amount needed for the present emer-
gency. I will secure what I can from others, this
Mrs. Winthrop immediately placed a generous sum
at her son's disposal, promising, at the same time, her
co-operation in his efforts. A sufficient amount was
added by others to enable him to authorize Mr. Cook
to make the necessary purchases ; a commission very
acceptably performed, and in good season.
During the ensuing week Paul was industriously
occupied in visiting the families in the town and
near neighbourhood. His cheerful manners mado

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him quite ....i i1, pleasing to the people, and he
secured, through his energetic, persevering efforts, the
promised attendance of nearly every child old enough
to come.
Lizzie was away with the sheep the morning that he
called upon her aunt. As a result of his visit, Mrs.
Hepburn informed her, at the close of Saturday after-
noon, that a young man, calling himself Paul Win-
throp, had been there, and wanted Jimn" and Helen
and herself to attend a Sabbath-school, in town, the
next day.
What did you tell him, Aunt Jane ?" asked Lizzie,
endeavouring to speak calmly, at the same time check-
ing a great throb of joy that caused the colour to
mount quickly to her forehead. "Jim spoke for him-
self," said Mrs. Hepburn.
Yes, and I told him, when I needed his teaching,
I'd let him know !" said James, with a coarse laugh.
Lizzie coloured painfully. She felt ashamed that
Paul had been rudely treated in her aunt's house.
Both Mrs. Hepburn and James saw and rather enjoyed
her confusion. Lizzie wisely refrained from provoking
him by any reply to his words.
"She said we might go, Lizzie," said Helen.
"Oh, did you, Aunt Jane I" exclaimed Lizzie, eagerly.
Yes; the youngster made such fair promises about
story-books which you should bring home each week,
and papers, for nothing, that I said, at last, that you
might go. But I expect they will be stupid things,
not worth house-room. But, remember, I'll have no
fine airs, or shirking of work When it comes to that
you'll stay at home !"

74 Lizzie Hepburn.
I should think you'd had enough of Lizzie's
going with them upstarts, by this time," growled
"I have an easy way to manage that," replied his
mother, ominously.
It was hard for Lizzie to hide the joy of her heart
from the cold, searching eye of her aunt. The even-
ing's work was performed with alacrity, and she retired
to her room with a happier heart than for many days.
She had, indeed, no definite idea of what a Sabbath-
school was to be. But it would bring a welcome
release from her almost constant toil, and give her an
opportunity of seeing her new friends once a week, and
of hearing them speak of the subjects now possessing
so much interest for her.
The small school-house was filled in every part of it
the following morning. When Mrs. Winthrop entered
with her son, an impromptu choir was formed, and
some fine music rendered, which had been carefully
prepared the previous week. Quiet was instantly
secured by this potent influence; for the rudest and
most ill-trained mind in the group could not but be
moved by the pleasing harmony of these voices, led by
Jessie's clear soprano, and sustained by Paul's rich
bass, the fine tenor of Mr. Cook, and Mrs. Winthrop's
liquid alto.
The first half-hour was spent in singing, the children
learning quite rapidly to follow their patient and
accomplished leaders. After this a short lesson was
read from Luke, and explained in simple terms, and
a prayer offered by Father Pomroy. The venerable
appearance of the good old man secured respectful

The Sabbaih-school. 75

attention from this motley assemblage, most of whom
were wholly unused to the voice of prayer.
Classes were then formed as quietly as possible, the
bright, new books, cards, and papers distributed, the
lesson announced for the next Sabbath, and, after a
few appropriate remarks from the superintendent, the
children were dismissed, and allowed to go home.
Lizzie and Helen were both assigned to the class
taught by Mrs. Winthrop. Lizzie was delighted at
this, and inwardly resolved that her teacher should
never find her either absent from her place or with
her lessons imperfectly committed.
It was deemed best, by the band of teachers in this
Sabbath-school, to present at once to their pupils the
great themes of the Cross-
"That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin."
These simple but sublime truths, the names and offices
of Jesus, and their wonderful adaptation to meet all
the wants and soothe all the woes of the human race,
were faithfully unfolded on each succeeding Sabbath
of this eventful summer. And fathoming lines were
dropped into the mysterious depths of that love, which
made it possible for God to be made like unto us, to
be manifest in the flesh."
This precious seed, watered by the tears and nurtured
by the prayers of these few, earnest disciples, gave
promise, before the close of summer, that a harvest was
close at hand. The work increased rapidly upon their
hands. The school-house became too narrow for the
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76 Lizzie Hepbzrn.
room was secured for its use.- Not only the children
came, but the Bible-class taught by Father Pomroy
attracted a large number of elderly people of both
sexes, who became greatly interested in the lessons and
general arrangements of the school.
After a few weeks, the solemn quiet that prevailed,
and the increasing interest of the pupils, betokened the
presence of the Holy Spirit moving upon their hearts.
A prayer-meeting was at once established for each
Sabbath afternoon. This also became thronged, and
there was soon abundant reason to believe that the
Lord was drawing near, and in great power.
It was now deemed advisable that Mr. Cook should
go again to St. Paul, to secure, if possible, some faithful
minister, who would come and break the bread of life
to these hungry souls. A wise and earnest man, the
pastor of one of the churches in the city, obtained
leave of absence for a few weeks to attend to this
Macedonian cry.
Meetings were begun at once. The way had been
most carefully prepared by a thorough work of religious
visiting performed by the teachers in the Sabbath-
school. No house, or hamlet, or haunt of vice was
passed by, but in every place men were urged, by the
most tender appeals, to come to Jesus and be saved
from their sins.
And then the work began. A glorious work, in
which the hand of God was so manifestly seen and
felt, that Christians could only wonder and adore while
they garnered the sheaves with songs of rejoicing and
glad triumph in the Lord, and the power of His grace.
There was not a family in the village or immediate

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neighbourhood but felt, in some degree, the mysterious
influences of the Spirit upon their hearts. There were
those who utterly refused to hear his voice; there were
soine, who run well for a season, and then turned
back; but there were many souls, who were permitted
to taste the sweet peace and to know the precious joys
which characterize the new birth.
A church of seventy members was organized as the
fruit of this glorious revival, and arrangements made to
erect a house of worship, and to secure a pastor. A
young but devoted labourer was found, willing to come
and take charge of this now enterprise. And while
they felt that they had secured a man after God's own
heart in Mr. Hartwell, he regarded himself as peculiarly
blest in so promising a field, where his first labours in
the cause of Christ should be upon a soil still moist
from the recent gracious shower.




[ ROM her first entrance into the Sabbath-school,
Lizzie became the subject of the stirring of
the Spirit of God. Truth, presented to her
mind by her faithful teacher, Mrs. Winthrop, was
attractive, and soon became of absorbing interest to
her awakened mind. The opportunities for the study
of the Bible afforded her, while herding the sheep,
were generally very favourable, and she esteemed these
peaceful moments very highly. Many times she re-
solved to yield to the voice within her, wooing her to
Jesus and His love. But the hold of the enemy was
not to be yielded from this soul without a malignant
and determined struggle.
To Lizzie the miseries of her daily life at home
seemed never more painful and unendurable than now.
Her aunt, she was. quite sure, was never more harsh
and severe, constantly overtaxing her with work, and
keeping her harassed in body and in mind. James,
who was in constant ill-humour, when at home, vented
his malice upon her, subjecting her to a variety of petty

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annoyances and vexations which irritated and dis-
heartened her constantly.
With Helen, Lizzie was but little in sympathy. She
appreciated the general good nature of her cousin, which
prompted her at times to kindly help when most
needed. And she even suspected that Helen was really
interested in the themes that were now occupying her
own thoughts so constantly. But she never spoke to
Helen of these things, thinking that her sluggish mind
could not sympathize with the deep workings and
earnest stirring going on within her own soul. Ah,
what mistakes we make in our pride and blindness!
Enwrapped in these, we are unable to perceive the
marks of our Redeemer's presence, He, who so often
chooses the weak things" of this world to show forth
His love and peace !
Thus, while the seeds sown in Lizzie's tender mind
in early childhood began now to struggle into a feeble
life, they seemed likely to perish for want of that
shelter and culture they require for their growth and
perfection. And the foul seeds of unbelief, which,
strange as it may seem, find a favouring soil in the
human heart, began to rear their base heads more
boldly, threatening to crush out those tender exotics,
faith and love, from her soul.
Weary, perplexed and dispirited by these conflicts
within, and the outward trials of her life at home,
Lizzie was often bidden by the tempter, during these
days, to find rest and peace by cursing God and bidding
Him depart from her for ever But He would not have
it so!
One fine day, near the close of the summer, Lizzie

80 Lissic Hepburn.

led her flock to their pasturage, and, while they were
quietly feeding, she sat upon the grassy bank near the
clear stream murmuring at her feet, and opened her
Bible, that she might prepare the lesson for the ensuing
Sabbath. It was from that wonderful armoury, whose
every polished shaft is aimed at the death of our arch
foe, SELF, the Sermon on the Mount.
Lizzie read aloud: But I say unto you, love your
enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them
that hate you, and pray for them that despitefully use
you and persecute you." She finished the chapter, and
turned to the texts she had been. requested to commit
to memory by her teacher. "Let all bitterness and
wrath and anger and clamour and evil speaking be put
away from you, with all malice. And be kind one to
another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, even as
God, for Christ's sake, hath forgiven you. For if ye
forgive men their trespasses, your Heavenly Father
will also forgive you But if ye forgive not men their
trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your
The book fell from Lizzie's hands, and she yielded
to the bitter reflections which filled her mind. She.
thought of the hard life she had led since she entered
her aunt's family. She remembered that everything
she had most valued, had been wrongfully taken from
her, and that she had been persistently thwarted in
every taste and desire natural to her. She had been
subjected to hard, thankless toil, coarse fare, unsuitable
and ill-fitting clothing, and shut out from all love and
sympathy that might have helped her, and made her
life less wretched. She had reached the age when she

The Lamb Folded. 81

painfully felt the lack of an education, for she bad
advanced but little from where she had been left by
her parents. She was not permitted to attend the
prayer-meetings or the regular service of the church.
No opportunities were given her for rest and improve-
ment but the one short, precious hour in the Sabbath-
And the future looked so dark! so hopeless Was
it a good God who had snatched her from a beautiful
home, and the endearments of parental love, and all the
refining influences in which her childhood had been
nurtured, to cast her into a family from whom she had
received and should receive only bitter wrongs and
vexatious persecutions ?
"And He requires me to forgive them, to love them
and'to pray for them !" she murmured. "Impossible!
I can never do that! The conditions are too hard !
can never be a Christian There can be no God
who is not good I tell you there is no God, no Jesus,
no heaven!'"
These words, uttered so long ago, rushed into her
mind at this moment with wonderful clearness and
force. Covering her face with both her hands, she
cried out in the anguish of her soul, "I believe it!
God is not good to me There can be no God who is
not good! There is no God!"
"A strange conclusion for you to come to, amid so
many evidences that there is a God, and that He is
good!" said a low, gentle voice near her. Lizzie knew
it was Paul's voice, but she was too wretched now to
care, or even to wonder how he happened to be there.
"He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run

82 Lizzie Hepburn.

among the hills," repeated Paul, in low, soothing tones.
"'They give drink to every beast of the field. By
them shall the fowls of heaven have their habitation,
which sing among the branches. He watereth the
hills from His chambers: He causeth the grass to grow
for the cattle, and herb for the service of men. 0
Lord! how manifold are Thy works in wisdom hast
Thou made them all, the earth is full of Thy
riches !'"
Lizzie felt herself growing calmer as these words fell
upon her ear. Without uncovering her face, she ven-
tured to reply, in a sad tone : If there is a God
indeed, Mr. Paul, He is kinder to all His creatures
than He has been to me."
"And yet, 'Ho hath not dealt with us after our
sins, nor rewarded us according to our iniquities,'"
Paul replied. Oh, Miss Lizzie, open your heart to
the love of your Father in Heaven It breathes forth
to you from every flower and leaf, it whispers in every
breeze, Jesus loves you He will never break the
bruised reed! He waits to receive you to His
"I cannot feel that He loves me, Mr. Paul," said
Lizzie, frankly.
He ransomed you with the blood of His own Son,
His only well-beloved Son, Miss Lizzie," said Paul.
" Jesus took on Himself our nature, and was tempted
and tried in all points as we are, so that He might be
able to succour us when tempted. Could He have
given us a richer gift? What but love could have
prompted such a gift ?"
Lizzie made no reply, and Paul asked, "Would you

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doubt the love of my mother for you, if, to save you
from some fearful peril, she should consent to sacrifice
my life "
"Oh, Mr. Paul!" exclaimed Lizzie, with sudden
energy; "I cannot imagine anything like that "
No, and how much less are we able to comprehend
the wonderful truth that God could give His only Son
to die for us, while we were not only sinners, but the
most persistent rebels against His law. He died to
redeem us from its righteous curse. Surely it was the
love of Jesus, Miss Lizzie," said Paul, in a solemn
voice, "that made Him willing to suffer and to die
that we might live It is love that makes Him now
our patient Friend, our wise Counsellor, our Advocate
and Mediator through all our iinful, wayward lives;
and, after death, He becomes our Everlasting Portion.
Oh, Miss Lizzie, these thoughts are, to me, perfectly
After a short silence Lizzie said, wearily, "I am
almost always too tired or too unhappy to think, Mr.
Paul. My life is a burden to me. I am sorely tempted
and tried. When I hear your mother speak of the
love of Jesus, it seems real, and I often desire to know
Him for myself; but when I come home these desires
vanish, or are driven out by anger and hatred. My
soul is in such a turmoil, that I cannot think a right
thought. Oh, I am so weary of this burden "
"And will you persist in bearing it, when Jesus so
tenderly invites you to Cast your burden on the
Lord'? Come unto me all ye that are weary and
I will give you rest.' That means you, Miss Lizzie;
will you come ?"

84 Lizzie Hcpbuilt.

Lizzie shook with emotion, but could not trust her-
self to utter a word.
Paul opened her Bible and read : For we have not
an High Priest which cannot be touched with the
feeling of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted
like as we are, yet without sin. Let us, therefore, come
boldly unto the Throne of grace, that we may obtain
mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."
But my heart is full of unbelief, Mr. Paul," said
Lizzie, in a dejected tone. "And, although my lips do
not often utter them aloud, yet my heart is frequently
filled with the sentiments which you overheard this
afternoon, and murmurs to itself, There is no God.'"
Surely you have not admitted that sentiment as a
permanent and welcome guest in your heart, Miss
Lizzie "
"No; I do not think that I have, Mr. Paul," replied
Lizzie, thoughtfully. The words you heard me speak
this afternoon were deeply impressed upon my mind
when I was a child, and under circumstances that fixed
them there indelibly. They come to me very forcibly
whenever I am very tired and cast down, or when
I am vexed."
"Surely this was not the teaching of your father,
Miss Lizzie ?"
Oh, no, indeed, Mr. Paul," said Lizzie, earnestly.
"They were spoken to me by a young man on the
steamer, while I was coming to the North from my
Southern home, after papa and mamma were dead."
The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God,'"
said Paul. Why, Miss Lizzie, I could spend hours
in proving to you that there is a God, from objects

The Lamb Folded. 85

directly before you. The heavens declare the glory
of God, and the firmament sheweth His handiwork.'
From this bit of sod, and from every drop of water in
the stream yonder, both swarming with life too minute
for unaided sight, but wonderfully perfect and adapted
to fulfil the designs of their Creator, to the sublime
vault above us, sown thick with worlds,' there would
come the same unanswerable argument-there is, there
must be a God. But you have it in your power to
satisfy your mind at once upon this point, if you will."
"How, Mr. Paul ?" asked Lizzie. "I am very igno-
rant of all these things, aid I have no teacher."
By taking God at His word, Miss Lizzie. Come
to Jesus at once, just as you are, with your heart full
of unbelief and sin, simply because He bids you come.
In this path of obedience you will receive abundant
and all-satisfying proof that there is a God, and that He
is good. While there is no end to the arguments which
might be made to prove this truth, the simplest and
most convincing course for us is to put its reality to a
direct, practical test by our obedience. Jesus says,
'If any man will do His will, He shall know of
the doctrine.' Place yourself fearlessly in the hands
of this Heavenly Guide, Miss Lizzie, and your unbelief
will soon give place to the most delightful assurance of
faith' in the existence and supreme goodness of God."
"Do you tell me to come as I am, Mr. Paul ? Will
Jesus receive me with my heart full of sin Would it
not be better to wait until I am calmer, or until I can
spend one day without getting angry or speaking sinful
words I"
"Jesus seeks you now, Miss Lizzie. He calls you

86 Lizzie Hepburn.

now; His time is the best. You will never be better
while you stay away from Him. Let your sins drive
you to your Saviour, for He only is able to cleanse you
from their pollution, and to deliver you from their
power. 'The blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanseth
us from all sin.' Though your sins be as scarlet, they
shall be as wool; and though they be red like crimson,
they shall be white as snow.' Will you promise me,
Miss Lizzie," said Paul, rising to his feet, "that you
will come to Jesus at once, and just as you are ?"
Yes, Mr. Paul," said Lizzie, in a low, firm voice,
raising her eyes to his for the first time during their
conference, "I will !"
And may God help you !" was the fervent response,
and Paul walked rapidly away.
Lizzie remained alone with her thoughts for a time,
then observing that the sun was already low down
towards the horizon, she called her flock together, and
turned them homewards. As she followed them she
fell upon her knees on the little green prairie, and cried
for forgiveness of her sins, and help from Him, who
never refuses to hear the feeblest voice of His return-
ing wanderers, and she then and there gave up her soul
to Him, as it was, ignorant, blind, and sinful.
She gathered the sheep into the fold, and secured
them for the night. And the good Shepherd brought
His lamb into the fold that night, and secured her
there for ever. She knew it not then as a glorious,
blissful certainty. She only knew that she felt a rest-
ful peace, entirely new, a quietude of mind in happy
contrast to the agitations of the past weeks.



E XAUIL was to leave home this fall. He had
devoted himself to the ministry, and he
must pursue his preparatory studies in a
distant city. This was a serious trial to the young
pastor, Mr. Hartwell, who had found himself greatly
strengthened and encouraged by the efficient aid of
this cheerful, active young brother. Indeed he felt
that it would be almost like losing his own right arm.
He had found a great deal of work to be done in
the new field, but there was a fine band of helpers all
ready to assist him, whose hearts were glowing with
the love and zeal of new converts. The church build-
ing under the efficient management of Mr. Cook, was
being rapidly prepared for the dedication appointed
for the coming spring; while the Sabbath-school was
reorganized, and other arrangements made to keep the
members in a healthful state of prosperity, both as to
numbers and spirituality.
Mrs. Winthrop was much occupied in preparations
for Paul's contemplated journey' and absence from
home. Indeed, she had given little thought to her.

88 Lizsie Hepburn.

self or to the arrangements for supplying his place in
her home, and how she was to relieve her loneliness
"when he was gone.
One evening, after all was done for her son's com-
fort, she lay upon the sofa, absorbed in deep and
apparently painful thought. Paul came in after his
usual walk, and thinking his mother asleep, quietly
took his flute, and, seating himself on the porch,
played some soft airs with fine taste.
Tears trickled through the fingers of his mother, as
she listened, and a sense of the loneliness she was
about to experience oppressed her.
Paul !" she called to him, as he paused in his
"Have I disturbed you?" said Paul, laying aside his
flute, and entering the parlour.
"Oh, no I was not asleep. I have enjoyed your
music, the more, perhaps, because I am so soon to be
deprived of it."
You will be very lonely, mother?" said Paul, as he
took a low seat near the sofa, and clasped her hand in
his own.
"Very lonely, indeed, Paul. I have been so busy of
late that I have only begun to realize it. Your music
seemed to make me feel it sensibly."
"Is it best for you to spend the winter here alone,
mother "
Not if I can devise a better plan. I do not wish
to keep a servant, and I prefer remaining in our own
home. There must always be 'a light in the window,'
to attract my absent boy," said Mrs. Winthrop, fondly.
"I have been thinking of a plan, which, if it

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meets with your approval, I will endeavour to complete
at once," said Paul.
"What is it, my son?"
To invite Lizzie Hepburn to spend the year with
"Lizzie Hepburn !" exclaimed Mrs. Winthrop.
"Yes, mother. She is, I think, a child of God, but
you can scarcely imagine a more unfavorable atmo-
sphere than surrounds her in her unhappy home.
Her growth in grace will be very slow if she remains
"Why does she never attend the meetings of the
church 1"
She is never permitted to come, except to Sabbath-
school. Indeed, she is so over-worked and tired, that
I suppose she could not come, if permitted."
Indeed I did not know she was so unfortunately
"Yes, I have been to her home, and know that she
is subjected to harsh treatment, and she is so constantly
irritated that I am sure she must often be grieved at
heart and discouraged."
I think she has a fine mind, naturally."
Quite so, but there is little opportunity for its
cultivation in her present circumstances."
"Well, even if I should decide that your plan was
the best for me, are you quite sure it is a practicable
one 1 Will Lizzie's aunt consent to dispense with her
services for so long a period ?"
"There will be only one way to secure her consent,
I suppose, and that will be to pay her for Lizzie's time."
"I have felt much interested in Lizzie Hepburn

90 Lizzie Hepburn.

ever since 1 knew her, more especially since she became
a member of my class in Sabbath-school," said Mrs.
Winthrop, thoughtfully. Perhaps I can be useful to
her now in the beginning of her Christian life, and the
task of instructing her will be a pleasant diversion to
me during the lonely days of your absence from home.
So you have my consent to secure her for me in any
way you may be able."
I hope you will never have reason to regret your
decision, mother. I will go to the farm in the morning,
and make the best arrangements I can with her aunt.
I do not anticipate an easy conquest, for there seems
to be but one avenue open to her heart, and that is
through her love of money."
"Are all other arrangements for your absence now
completed, Paul ?" asked his mother.
"Yes, I believe so. I shall leave on Monday morn-
ing, and be in ample time to commence with the class.
I am glad I am to spend my birthday with you before
that time."
"Your twenty-first birthday." said Mrs. Winthrop,
in an agitated voice.
"Yes, mother," replied Paul, cheerfully.
"Then the time has come," murmured his mother,
with deep emotion.
What time, mother ? The time to be a more devoted
son to my honoured mother 1 The time to cease from
childish things, and to gird on my armour for the
world's broad field of battle ? The time for renewed
consecration and fresh labours for my Lord and Master 1
The time to follow the clarion voice of my Captain, and
press onward, right onward in the fight?"

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