Old Anthony's hints to young people

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Old Anthony's hints to young people to make them both cheerful and wise
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Old Anthony tries to change the conduct of the village children by illustrating his lessons with short stories.
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Instilvled 1799.


The Sheepfold 18
The Orleans Plum 21
The Turkey Carpet 23
The Whirlpool 28
The Scorner 31
The Gold Mine 37
The Lilac Bush 38
Contentment 40
The Traveller and the Cross 42
The Finger-post 46
The Best Place of Service 51
The Wise Man 54
The Apple Tree 57
The Stinging Nettles .. 62
The Country Boy 62
The Swedish Soldiers. 05
The Clean Frock 68
The Dwarf Holes 71
The Notched Stick. 73
The Fisherman's Son 77
The Tailor Bird 82

The Carpenter Bee. 84
The Beaver 86
The Hard Lesson 91
The Fountain 93
Loupouloff's Daughter 100
The Glass of Gin 103
The Fine Painting 108
The Traveller's Prayer 112
The Greek Captain 113
The Gilt Gingerbread .115
The Text of Scripture 118
The Brown Jug 119
The Two Sticks 121
The Receipt .. 122


HAITHBY HALL was remarkable for the
goodly oak trees which adorned the park,
and for the ancient pedigree of the noble
family which had for two hundred years
occupied that old mansion.


Often did the passer-by stand to look at
the window of the room in which King
Charles was said once to have been
secreted, when he was a fugitive in the
land; and as often did he gaze with
wonder on the hole in the front of the
building, made by the cannon-shot fired
by Oliver Cromwell. The old hall, the
oak trees, the wide-spread park, and the
deer that quietly cropped the green herb-
age, or hastily fled across the lawn, scared
by the too near approach of the baronet's
favourite deep-mouthed bloodhound, alto-
gether formed an interesting picture; and
the gates at the lodge, with the square
pillars on each side, ornamented with
large balls and the coat of arms of the
family, were quite in keeping with the
rest of the scene.
But though this scene was a fair one,
both at the dawn of early day, and when
the sun threw his last beams on the
pointed turrets, it was not to last for ever.
The costliest dwelling-places of men are
but houses of clay, whose foundation is in
the dust, which are crushed before the
moth; and as for our life, "it is even a
vapour, that appeareth fbr a little time,


and then vanisheth away," James iv. 14.
The family that lived at the hall had gra-
dually disappeared. Some of its members
removed to distant parts; some formed
connexions which called them away from
the home of their childhood, and some
were carried into the neighboring church-
yard, and deposited in the tomb of their
fathers. The furniture of the hall was
sold by public auction; the park was
divided into several parts ; the deer were
removed; many of the oak trees were
felled ; and the rooks, which had so long
cawed around that venerable abode, winged
their way to build their nests in another
It was a mournful sight, on the day of
the sale, to see the costly furniture, the
crimson-curtained beds, the claw-footed
tables, the high-backed chairs, and the
old family portraits, in their oaken frames,
removed from their wonted places, and
carried away to different habitations. On
that day many an old man shook his grey
head, and heaved a sigh for the departed
greatness of a family, which he had ever
ranked as among the mighty of the earth;
and for the ruin of a mansion, on which


he had gazed with reverence from the,
days of his childhood.
But though the hearts of the aged
among the inhabitants of the adjoining
village were generally sad on this occa-
sion, no heart was so cast down as that
of old Anthony Arnold, who had lived in
the village, man and boy, nearly seventy
years, and who had filled the situation of
butler to the family for. the last forty
in the ancient edifice of Hashby Hall,
Arnold took up his abode in the lodge,
which stood at no great distance from the
church: the churchyard wall, indeed, was
opposite the lodge gates, a carriage road
dividing the one from the other. In this
habitation he had every comfort and con-
venience that he desired, for his savings
had been enough to make him comfortable.
His wants were well supplied, and if he
had been inclined to live more freely and
indulgently, he possessed the means of
doing so; but his habits were temperate
and frugal.
The time of Anthony was spent, for the
most part, in acting as a sort of steward
to the remaining part of the estate, on
which several workmen were employed;


in visiting the poor cottagers, especially
the sick; in digging in his garden, and
pruning his trees, an employment of which
he was very fond; in wandering among
the oaks in the park; in musing over the
tombstones in the churchyard; and in
reading his Bible; not forgetting those
seasons wherein on his knees he held
communion with God, and poured out his
soul in prayer and praise, in the name of
that Redeemer, who he believed had not
only forgiven his sins, but was ready to
save all them to the uttermost that come
unto God by him," Heb. vii. 25.
The sabbath was to him indeed a day
of peace and joy: he heard the gospel
preached; he regularly visited the Sunday
school, and seldom came away without
leaving behind him some useful observa-
tion. He found the word of God to be
a source of continual consolation, and the
ordinances of religion refreshed his spirit.
It was an excellent thing for him, that
early in life he was taught to know the
utter worthlessness of the body, compared
with the value of the soul; and the hollow-
ness of this world's possessions, when put
in competition with the peace, the joy


and the glory of the world that is to come.
When we look through a green glass,
the trees have the hue of spring; and
when we look at them through a red one,
they are arrayed with all the tints of
summer. Now Old Anthony regarded all
objects with the eye of a Christian, and
was thereby enabled from earthly things
to draw heavenly hopes and consolations.
Having a good stock of books, Old
Anthony passed many a quiet hour in
reading them, thereby adding to his know-
ledge, and rendering himself more capable
of giving information and instruction.
By the ruddy glow on his cheeks,
Anthony might have been taken to be no
more than five-and-fifty; but the hairs that
strayed from under his hat told a different
tale: besides, every now and then, he
used to pop out an observation about
something which happened to him three-
score summers ago.
Old Anthony was a plain man, and
dressed in plain clothes; his language
and his manners were very simple, but
always marked with good sound sense.
His children were not with him, being all
of them comfortably settled in places of


shoulder." What is the matter with
your form 1" said he, good-naturedly, to
the boy in the corduroy jacket; "what
makes you hitch about so much upon it 1
one might almost think you were sitting
on a bunch of stinging nettles." Both
these boys smiled, as they went on with
their writing, for they loved Old Anthony
in their hearts. Old Anthony had not
been in the school-room five minutes,
before he gave the young folks the follow-
ing hint of the sheepfold :-


Here you are then, all learning to write,
all making straight strokes, pot-hooks, and
links, or busily employed in forming
letters. Well it is a fine thing to be
able to write ; may you all become ready
writers. But above all, may you have
your names written by the eternal Pen-
man in the book of life.'
"Old Anthony must drop a few hints
among you, for sometimes a hint from the
old is of use to the young. I hope you


have good memories, and that even if you
forget a thousand things, you will never
forget this, that the great business of earth
is to get to heaven.
If one like me, who has partaken of so
many mercies in passing through life, had
nothing to say to young people to do them
good, it would be a pity indeed; but that
is not the case : my heart is full of good
wishes for you, and my tongue, therefore,
ought to be full of good counsel. Let me
give you a hint about the way of salvation,
because hints on other subjects are not
likely to be of much use if you are careless
on this point. It is a sweet picture to see
a young person climbing towards heaven,
but a sad sight to see one going down the
road of destruction.
"I once saw a silly sheep, which had
somehow or other got out of the fold, trying
to get in again. She ran bleating firnt to
one side, then to another; but it was all in
vain : she tried to leap over, but the fence
was too high; she attempted to creep
under, but the fence was too low; she
endeavoured to push through, but the fence
was too close. There was but one way
into the fold, and that way she could not


find. At last the shepherd observed her,
and led her round to the right way, when
once more she entered into the sheepfold.
If any of you are striving to get into
heaven, and I trust that you all are, you
may try like the poor sheep, as many ways
as you will, but there is but one way after
all by which you can possibly enter, and
that is by a lively faith in the merits and
sacrifice of our crucified Redeemer. The
Saviour of the world has said, 'I am the
way;' and if the Shepherd of Israel guides
you in that way, you are as sure of heaven
as though you were there already."

Every one paid great attention to this
hint of the sheepfold, and as the teacher
well knew that Old Anthony was not in
the habit of staying long, he did not con-
sider his talking to the young people as
an interruption; but, on the contrary,
hoped and believed that it would be of
service to the scholars.
Old Anthony was a kind-hearted man,
and was never easy unless he was doing
some kind action; so, putting his hand into
his great-coat pocket, he pulled out some
very pretty picture-books. "Let me see,"


service, or otherwise, in the neighbourhood.
For the young people of the village he
appeared to have the affection of a parent:
he would help a little boy of four years
old on with his shoe; he would lift a
little girl of the same age over a stile in
the way in which she wished to go: and the
man who will stop in his pathway, to do
good-natured offices for such little lambs
as these, must have a kind spirit and a
humble heart.
Some of the useful hints which fell
from the lips of Old Anthony will be
given; indeed, it would be a good thing
if all of them could be collected together;
but to attempt that would be too great an
undertaking: for so accustomed was the
good man to make a suitable remark,
whenever an opportunity occurred, that
he may be compared to a sower, whose
daily occupation it is to cast good seed
about him from morning to night, in the
hope that it will spring up and bring
forth abundantly.
Among the many mercies that Old
Anthony used to recall to his mind,
was one for which he could not be suffi-
ciently thankful : this was the circum-


said he, counting them, "there will be
just one a-piece; and mind that you get
all the good out of them you can. I shall
put them on the desk, that you may have
them after school; but you must have
one or two more hints before I leave you,
so attention !"
Every eye was directly fixed upon him,
as standing at the end of the desk, near
where he had placed the books, he spoke
thus --


"Yesterday I saw some greedy and
ill-tempered children, who were quarrelling
about some apples which had been given
"I hope that none of you are greedy
and ill-natured, for this is a sad fault in
young people.
"'Give me a bite of your plum, you
rosy-faced little rogue,' said I, to a grand-
son of mine, who, dressed in his new jacket
and trousers, was about to set his teeth in
a large Orleans plum, which had just been


given him from the tree. With all the
good-nature in the world, he ran to me,
and offered me the plum, when I discovered
that it contained a wasp. Now, had he
greedily devoured the fruit, instead of
bringing it to his grandfather, he would
no doubt have been stung by the angry
insect, and perhaps been laid up for whole
days with a swelled throat or smarting
tongue. Be good-natured one to another,
and you will avoid many a sorrow as sharp
as the sting of a wasp; and secure many
an advantage, as sweet and as pleasant as
an Orleans plum."

By this time the young urchin who had
been careless enough to blot his book, and
dirty enough to lick off the blot with his
tongue, had written down to the place
where he had wetted his paper. Old An-
thony was on the look-out, for he foresaw
the consequences that would follow. No
sooner did the pen touch the wet part,
than the ink ran so much, that one letter
was mingled with another. On seeing
this, the boy took out his pocket-knife,
not having a penknife in his possession,
and began to scratch away at his copy-


stance of having had a kind-hearted, wise,
and pious mother. It was her delight to
train up her children in the way they
should go. She knew that foolishness is
bound in the heart of a child," and that
"childhood and youth are vanity," Prov.
xxii. 15 ; Eccl. xi. 10. Her language
was that of the psalmist: "Come, ye
children, hearken unto me: I will teach
you the fear of the Lord," Psa. xxxiv. 11.
Anthony loved his mother, and her ad-
monitions were accompanied with the
Divine blessing ; for at an early age, he
was well read in the Holy Scriptures, and
found that they were able to make him
wise unto sal, ation through faith which is
in Jesus Christ.
There was another circumstance, too,
which gave a sort of character to his after
life. In his youth he had to attend much
on one of his young masters at Hashby
Hall, who was for years afflicted with
sickness. It was a part of his employ-
ment to read to him; and thus, by little
and little, he acquired knowledge, and
the love of reading at the same time.
Many of the books which he had to read
were of a serious kind, so that they pro-


book. This, however, only made matters
worse; for the wet paper was very tender,
so that presently, the point of the knife
being blunt, he made a hole half an inch
long. Driven to despair, the unlucky lad
seized hold of the leaf, and tore it out of
his copy-book. This loosened the leaf on
the other side, so that it fell out, and was
observed by his teacher.
Old Anthony saw that the boy had a
very red face, as he stuffed the blotted leaf
into his jacket-pocket, and being sorry for
him, notwithstanding his carelessness and
folly, he went up to him and spoke thus,
loud enough to be heard by all:-" Come !
come I see the trouble you are in, but I
will ask your teacher to forgive you the
mischief you have done, if you will only
promise to try to remember the hint I am
going to give you." The boy, glad to get
off so easily, willingly promised to do what
was required of him, when Old Anthony
went on thus :-


"The first year that I was butler at the


hall, (it was a brave mansion then, to what
it is now,) a young girl of the name of
Esther Bate came on trial. Old dame
Harrison, the housekeeper, a kind-hearted
old lady in the main, though very parti-
cular in some things, gave Esther a long
talking to, about her behaviour. Mind,
Esther !' said she, I do not expect that
you will be able to do everything at first,
in the way in which I should like to have
it done, for that must be a work of time;
but one thing I must require of you, and
that is, that you will never try to hide a
fault. Whatever mistake you may commit,
whatever accident may happen, or into
whatever error you may be led, it must
never be kept from me. So long as you
obey me in this, we shall go on well toge-
ther ; but the moment I discover that you
have tried to hide a fault from me, you
will have notice to quit the hall.'
Esther Bate promised very fairly, and,
for the first day, did her work in a very
creditable manner. The next day, dame
Harrison set her to rub the grate in the
library; but no sooner was Esther left by
herself, than, not being accustomed to see
so grand a room, she began to look about


her, growing bolder every minute. On
the table stood an inkstand of a particular
kind, and Esther, not knowing what it
was, and not suspecting that lifting it
up could do any mischief, timidly took
hold of it; but in turning it a little on one
side, out ran a part of the ink on the
Turkey carpet.
"Here was a pretty affair a great blot
of coal-black ink, half as broad as her
hand, on the beautiful Turkey carpet !
Bad as this was, however, if her promise
had been remembered, if she had gone
straight to dame Harrison and confessed
her fault, I know that she would have
been forgiven; but this she did not do.
No sooner was the inkstand set down,
than, running to the grate for a rubbing
rag, she began to sop up the ink on the
carpet, and to rub the place over with
another part of the rubbing rag; but still
she could not hide her fault, for the ink-
blot was seen, almost as plainly as before,
with a broad smeary mark round it.
Now it happened that the baronet, who
was fond of experiments, had, the day
before, been using in the library some oil
of vitriol, and the phial which contained


it still stood on one of the shelves. The.
moment this was seen by Esther, she
uncorked the bottle, and poured some of
its contents on the carpet, for the liquid
looked as clear as spring water : little
did she think that it would burn a hole
in the carpet as it did. Esther again
rubbed the place with her rubbing rag,
and then, with a red face, went to finish
the grate.
Now Esther had, unknown to herself,
dropped some of the ink on her blue
check apron, and this did not escape the
quick eye of dame Harrison, who saw it
the moment she came into the library.
"When Esther was first questioned, she
could not tell how the ihk got on her
apron; but in five minutes, she was
obliged to confess the truth; and in half
an hour after that, she was on her way
to her mother's cottage, not only with
the loss of her place, but with the blot
of being a liar on her character, even
worse than the ink-blot on the Turkey

When Old Anthony had left the school-
room, the teacher told the boy who had


blotted his book that he should pass over
the faults he had committed, according to
the wish of Mr. Anthony Arnold; but he
trusted that the like circumstance would
never occur again. "I remember," said
he, "three untidy lads, out of bravado,
making up their minds to go down a deep
miry lane that was considered impassable:
one of them turned back when he found
himself over his shoe-tops in mud; another
stopped short when the mire was over his
knees, and with great difficulty contrived
to turn round and get out again; but the
third, being more 1..11.1 ., than the others,
floundered so deeply in the puddle that he
was in danger of being smothered with mud
and water; and had not some labouring men
come in time to his assistance, he might
have ended his days there. Now, doing
wrong is like going down a miry lane : the
further we go, the worse is our situation.
It was quite bad enough to blot your book,
but to lick the blot off with your tongue
was a sad dirty trick indeed; then to scratch
a hole in the paper made the matter worse,
and trying to hide your fault by tearing out
the leaf was worse than all. However, try
to turn to good account the advice which has


duced a habit of reflection in which lie
ever afterwards indulged.
With these advantages, well improved,
Anthony Arnold became wiser than others
in the same condition of life as himself.
As a servant, a friend, a husband, and a
father, he showed how deep the principles
which had been instilled into his heart
had sunk there.
There was a gentleness and peace about
him, that endeared him to the young and
the old. He had different duties to per-
form, but in all of them he was the kind-
hearted, consistent Christian; and Old
Anthony was a name give him more on
account of his wisdom, than of his age.
Old Anthony was very active for his
years. He rose early in the morning, and
no hour of the day found him idle. The
duties he had to perform as an overlooker
to the remaining part of the estate of
Hashby Hall, did not, it is true, fill up
all his time; but then he undertook so
many kind offices for his neighbours, that
had the day been double its length, it
would not have been too long for him.
He used to say, "There is nothing more
fruitful of evil, and fruitless of good, than


been given you, and we will say no more of
the faults you have committed."
As Old Anthony was passing by the mill-
pond, he saw that the flood-gate was pulled
up. Robert Hands was standing on the
mill-pond bank looking on, for the lifting
up the flood-gate had made quite a whirl-
pool in the water, and the sticks and leaves
on the surface, when they came to the
place, whirled round rapidly, and then were
sucked under. Robert Hands was a boy
of a sober turn of mind; Old Anthony
had given him many a good hint, and this
seemed a fair opportunity to offer him
another; so, going up to the mill-pool bank,
he began to talk with him in nearly these
words :-


"I see, Robert, that you are looking at
the whirlpool in the water; and an excel-
lent thing it is that you have a good firm
bank to stand on in safety. In the sea,
on the coast of Norway, is a fearful whirl-
pool, called the Maelstroom, where the


waters of the mighty ocean whirl round
and round with tremendous fury, and
suck down ships and everything else that
comes near it. When whales approach
too near, they are borne along towards it;
and if they cannot swim strongly enough
against the stream, they utter a piteous
noise, as they are hurried along to the
dreadful gulph.
"The whirlpool before us is no more to
be compared to that in the sea than a
basin of water is to this mill-pond; and
yet there is a worse whirlpool, Robert,
than that in the mighty ocean-the great
gulph! the burning lake of fire and brim-
stone the whirlpool of eternal destruc-
tion All other whirlpools are nothing
to this, and no power but the power of
God can save us from it. To God then
let us go, for he has promised to receive
all who come to him in the name of his
Son. Let us trust in nothing else but the
merits of Jesus Christ, to save us from the
whirlpool; 'for there is none other name
under heaven given among men, whereby
we must be saved,'" Acts iv. 12.

When Adam Blake came to live in the


village he set up family prayer, and he
and his children used to sing hymns and
psalms together daily. Now Meredith
Holmes hated all such doings; and one
day, as he went home from his work with
his son Richard, a lad of ten or twelve
years of age, he began to rail against
Adam Blake, and both father and son
laughed and sneered at his Bible-reading
and psalm-singing.
Gently, gently," said Old Anthony,
overtaking them, and speaking mildly;
"you do not know what you are doing in
jesting at holy things. We are walking
the same way, Meredith, and you must
not take it amiss if, as we go along together,
I drop a word or two about a scorner.
What I have to say may be as useful to
your son as to you, anil thus I may, as
the old proverb says, kill two birds with
one stone.' If I can kill your enmity
against holy things, it will be what neither
of us will have cause to repent of. But


idleness." Of wise men, he considered
him the most wise, who had the know-
ledge of eternal things, having faith in
the sacrifice and merits of the Redeemer,
and confidence in the precious promise
of eternal life given in the gospel of Jesus
Christ: and of all ignorant men, he
looked on him as the most ignorant, who,
spending his life in the attainment of
worldly wisdom and worldly riches, and
not seeking the wisdom that comes from
above, remains destitute of spiritual know-
ledge, and a stranger to the hope of salva-
tion. True wisdom is better without an
inheritance, than an inheritance without
true wisdom." Never was there a man
more disposed to devote himself to every
good word and work than Old Anthony,
and never was there one less inclined to
depend in the least degree on his best
deeds for justification before God.
On this point he was as clear as a sun-
beam. "The sinner can only be justi-
fied by the Saviour," said he; "'neither
is there salvation in any other: for there
is none other name under heaven given
among men, whereby we must be saved,'"
Acts iv. 12.



"You must know that, some years ago,
a party of men who were tippling in an
alehouse at Rotherham, (oh! it is a wretched
thing to practise tippling,) began to amuse
themselves by making game of the Me-
thodists. One thought himself very clever
in mimicking them, and three others, not
liking to be outdone, mimicked them too,
till at last nothing would satisfy them but
laying a wager to decide which was the
most clever in mimicking the MIethodists.
They must have been a set of silly beings.
"A Bible was produced, and the four
agreed to mount on the table, one after
the other, that they might turn the Me-
thodists to ridicule, and show how much
they scorned the precepts of the word of
God. The first, second, and third ac-
quitted themselves so cleverly in their
ungodly undertaking, that they called
forth the applause of their surrounding
comrades; and the fourth, whose name
was John Thorp, started up in high spirits,


determined in his own mind to outdo those
who had gone before him. I shall beat
you all,' said he, as he got upon the table,
and opened the Bible to look out a text.
Even in this mad moment his hand was
guided by his heavenly Father, for no
sooner did he look on the part which he
had turned to, than he read the words,
'Except ye repent, ye shall all likewise
perish,' Luke xiii. He was smitten to
the heart, and stood like a guilty criminal
before his judge. Instead of playing the
part of a scoffer, and turning to ridicule
the Methodists and the word of God, he
preached a powerful sermon, and pointed
out in so striking a manner the punish-
ments of the ungodly, and those who
despised the words of the Most High, that
his hair appeared to him to stand on end
at the awful words which his tongue pro-
nounced. The mirth of his comrades
passed away; they listened with atten-
tion; and when John Thorp got down
from the table not a word was said about
the wager that had been laid; no, no,
they had all something else to think about,
and you may be sure that John Thorp)
had enough to think about too. He went


home, and shut himself up to ponder on
the impression that it had pleased God to
make on his mind. It was not a great
while after this that lie became a true
Christian himself, and preached faithfully
the unsearchable riches of the gospel of
Jesus Christ.
"Now mind and write down this story
upon the tablet of your memory, and read
it over often, for it may preserve you from
becoming a scorner.
Blessed is the man that walketh not
in the counsel of the ungodly, nor stand-
eth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in
the seat of the scornful,' Psa. i. 1.

The conversation of Old Anthony was
at times very full of the good sayings of
good men. The following are some of the
quotations made by him in half an hour's
talk with Roland Bates, the parish clerk
of a neighboring village, whom lie over-
took, with his young daughter, on their
way home. Some of the remarks were
meant to impress the mind of Peggy,
while others were more particularly in-
tended for the cars of her father.
"God promiseth forgiveness of sins to


all that repent, but God doth not promise
repentance to all that sin."
SSin will be always stirring ; therefore
we must be constantly striving, con-
tinually watching, always praying, and ever
looking unto Jesus."
If we desire the influences of the
Holy Spirit, we must wait in the way of
duty, as the apostles waited many days
before the Comforter came ; we must also
empty our souls of self-love and the love
of the world, and willingly entertain those
crosses that bring our souls out of love
with it. The children of Israel in the
wilderness had not the manna till they
had spent their onions and garlic; so this
world must be out of request with us
before we can be truly spiritual."
"God loves the lambs as well as lie
does the sheep of his flock ; he loves the
young as well as he does the aged among
his people. 'I love them that love me;
and those that seek me early shall find
me,' Prov. viii. 17.
"He who wilfully sins to-day shall woe-
fiully smart for it to-morrow."
All the world cannot pull down a
humble man, because God will exalt him ;


and all the world cannot exalt a proud
man, because God will pull him down."
Death, to God's people, is the Lord's
messenger of peace, sent to summon themi
from a world of sorrow and woe, and from
a body of sin and death, to be ever present
with the Lord, in whose presence is fulness
of joy, and at whose right hand there are
pleasures for evermore."
"The gospel of Christ breaks hard
hearts, and heals broken hearts."
We may well wait for the Lord's
grace, seeing that the Lord waits to be
Christ was made like to us, that he
might be tempted ; and we are tempted,
that we may be made like to him."
David had no notion of old people
only singing hallelujah, he would have
young voices to swell the glorious chorus :
'Both young men, and maidens; old men,
and children : let them praise the name of
the Lord,' Psa. cxlviii. 12, 13.

Charles Rooker was a very regular
church-goer ; no sooner did he hear the
bell than off he set with his children,
fhat they might be among the first in


the church. Charles was also a regular
reader of his Bible; but, for all his church-
going and his Bible-reading, he was ig-
norant of the way of salvation through
faith in a crucified Redeemer. He was
self-righteous, and no one who is self-
righteous can trust fully and unreservedly
in the righteousness of the Son of God.
What made the matter worse was, that he
brought up his children in the same mis-
taken course.
One sabbath day, when Old Anthony
accidentally called in, Charles Rooker's
two sons had the Bible before them on the
table. "Well, my boys, and what have
you been reading ?" said he, in his good-
humoured way; when they told him they
had read three chapters in St. John's
Gospel. "Ay," said he, that is a glo-
rious Gospel indeed, for young people,
and for old people too It speaks thus of
the Saviour of sinners : 'He was in the
world, and the world was made by him,
and the world knew him not,' John i. 10.
Now we ought none of us, neither children
nor grown-up people, to read three chapters
in St. John's Gospel without knowing, and
feeling too, the love of the Redeemer: but


It was a question whether Old Anthony
was most at home among old or young
people : the one he tried to animate by
the remembrance of past mercies, and the
other by the promises of future blessings
given in the gospel.
It was one Monday afternoon in autumn,
that Old Anthony stepped into the village
school-room, where a few boys were then
employed in learning to write, the rest
having returned home. One little fellow,
who hardly knew how to hold his pen,
kept looking, every now and then, over
his left shoulder, to see if Old Anthony
was observing him. Another, dressed in
a corduroy jacket and velveteen trousers,
hitched a little at a time to get near the
end of the desk where Old Anthony was
standing ; and a third, a sly-looking lad,
who had just dropped a great blot of ink
on his paper, suddenly lifted up his book
to his mouth, and licked off the blot with
his tongue. Now none of these actions
escaped the eye of Old Anthony. Come,
come," said he in a pleasant way to the
little fellow ; "when I was a boy, I never
could make good letters with my hand,
while my eyes were turned over my leit


I have something to tell you about a gold
mine, which, perhaps, will make you un-
derstand me better.


"A certain Spaniai& had a gold mine
of very great value ; but, instead of work-
ing it in a proper manner, he contented
himself with digging over the surface and
removing a little of the earth, but never
went half deep enough to get to the gold;
so that, although he was the owner of the
gold mine, he lived and died poor, never
having got so much from his mine as to
keep him from poverty.
"Now the Bible is more valuable than
a gold mine; and the truth it contains,
that God so loved the world, that he
gave his only-begotten Son, that who-
soever believeth in him should not perish,
but have everlasting life,' John iii. 16, is
more precious than the choicest gold. If,
then, we go deep enough into our Bibles
to discover the Saviour of sinners, and to
acknowledge him as our Saviour, happy
are we ; but if we rest contented in read-

ing the Bible without discovering this
truth, we shall get no more profit from
the Bible than the Spaniard got from his
gold mine."
Old Anthony had a happy way of ming-
ling profit with pleasure, and seemed,
indeed, to think that the trees of the field
and the flowers of the garden had tongues
wherewith to instruct all young people
who were willing to be taught. Never
did he stick a posy in a boy's bosom, with-
out trying to stick also a useful moral or
maxim in his heart. It was after one of
his favourite rambles through the few
remaining oak-tree avenues of the park,
that he fell in with Timothy Cartwright,
the sawyer's son, with a lilac bough in his
hand. It was then that he dropped the
hint of the lilac bush.


"Well, Timothy," said the old gentle-
man, "you look as happy as May-day,
and the flowers of your lilac bough are
just in their very prime ; value -them


while they are fresh, for they will not
remain so long. When I was a boy of
about your age, my father had a lilac bush
growing in his garden, just by the cottage
window. One day, when the bush was in
blossom, my little sister and I were look-
ing through the window at the bunches of
lilac flowers, and calling one of them my
father, another my mother, a third my
brother, and a fourth my sister: we
amused ourselves for some time in this
manner, and much enjoyed ourselves.
Three days after that, we again went to
the cottage window to look at our lilac
flowers; but they were withered away, and
nothing of them was left but dirty dark-
brown clusters, that were not worth
gathering. Since then, Timothy, I have
lost my father, my mother, my brother,
and my sister. Value your parents, your
brothers, your sisters, and your friends
while you have them ; for as your flowers
will fade in a few days, so must those you
love fade away also in a few years."

By the time Old Anthony had finished
his observations about the lilac bush, the
two young Morrisons, from the Yew Tree


Farm, came up to speak to Timothy
Cartwright. It happened that they were
going the same way, and Old Anthony
could not but remark how cheerful and
contented the three boys appeared. This
set him upon giving them a hint on con-


"It does me good," said he, "to look
on your sparkling eyes and rosy faces, for
they seem to say that contentment is in
your hearts. Without the blessing of con-
tentment, all the learning you can get, and
all the gold in the Bank of England, will
never make you happy. A contented
mind may be compared to a thriving
young apple-tree, covered over with golden
pippins; and a discontented spirit, to a
crooked crab-tree, whose trunk is covered
with knobs and moss, and whose fruit is
too sour to eat.
"Old Anthony has seen much, read
much, and thought much; therefore you
must bear with him a little if you find him


disposed to talk much, at least so long as
he talks in a way likely to do you good.
Now and then he has met with a short
piece of poetry, which, if committed to
memory by young people, would both please
and profit them. The following verses
were written by Old Anthony's grandfather,
and every one of you may hear them with
In yonder vale a hawthorn blows;
It ne'er repines at winds or snows;
Though cold its place, though lone its lot,
It buds, it bears, it murmurs not.
Content with what the season brings,
Down in the vale the linnet sings;
Though coarse and scant what it requires,
Nor more nor better it desires.
The swain that holds the willing plough,
T1..~ _1. deep the mire he must go through,
"'I...,, and sings, and thinks that he
Shall happiest among mortals be.
Not bird, nor bush, nor ploughman knows
The blessings Heaven on thee bestows;
God's greater gifts thy soul should raise
To greater love, content, and praise."
The boys asked their aged friend to say
it over a line at a time, and they all sat on
a mossy bank while the elder Morrison
copied the lines, which all of them promised
to learn.


It is a pleasant thiing to see the aged
fond of the young, and not less so to see
young people court the company of those
older than themselves. Youth and age
do not always agree, and it is a sad pity
that they do not, for the cheerfulness of
the young and the experience of the aged
might give and receive a mutual bminefit.
As Old Anthony walked along, some-
times Timothy Cartwright, and at other
ti mes the young Morrisons, endeavoured to
draw his attention, for he was a favourite
with them all. His conversation was a
little like a day in April, when the shine
and the shower are mingled together; fur
he had so much of kindness in his serious
remarks, and so much of meaning in his
lively sayings, that no one could under-
value what came from his lips. One of
his observations upon the Cross was well
worth attending to; he made it in the
following words :

Do you, my young friends, sometimes

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think of the sacrifice made by the Saviour
of the world for sinners 1 I hope you do,
and that you delight to hear of the cross
of Calvary.
"In one of my rambles I came to a
retired spot, just such a place as any one
would choose for an hour's quiet reflection.
A little stream gushed from a spring by
the wayside, and a grassy mound rose
gently from the surrounding earth, on the
top of which stood an old stone cross, partly
covered over with moss and lichens. A
weary traveller, bending beneath the weight
of a heavy load, came to the place, and,
throwing his burden from his back, laid
himself down at the foot of the cross, and
sank into a peaceful slumber.
"Now, if you are carrying a bundle of
cares, or a burden of sins, throw yourselves
and your load at the foot of the cross of
Christ, that is, trust wholly in him, and
you will find peace in your souls."

When the two young Morrisons came
to the old thatched house at the top of
Spenser's lane, they turned off along the
foot-path across the fields, which, they said
would be the nearest way; but Timothy


Cartwright and Old Anthony went on
together along the lane. Presently they
came to the finger-post.
Old Anthony made a stand opposite the
post, and, looking up at the letters painted
on it, he gave Timothy this useful hint:-

"If ever you have been lost, Timothy, if
ever you have wandered on a hot summer's
day through cross roads and bye lanes,
without being able to find your way, why
then you must know something of the
value of a finger-post. What toil, what
trouble, what vexation, and what disap-
pointment, does a correct finger-post pre-
vent! But suppose, Timothy, the finger-
post should be made to point the wrong
way, and the weary traveller should be so
much deceived by it as to go to the left
instead of going to the right, you can easily
imagine the mischief that would follow.
Now, a finger-post to guide us through the
highways and byeways of this world, ex-
cellent as it is, is not equal to a finger-post
that rightly points out our road to a better.


The word of God is that finger-post. If
Over, then, you should get into a difficulty,
do not make bad worse, by going heed-
lessly forward, but make the best of your
way back to the finger-post. Read it with
attention, that there may be no mistake
about the matter; mark well the way to
which it points, and go forward as straight
as an arrow."

Old Anthony, in his conversations with
the more aged inhabitants of the village,
showed a deeper acquaintance with Divi::e
things, and repeated more of the wise
sayings of good and wise men, than lie
could well do when conversing with the
young. It sometimes happened that lie
spoke to the young in such a way, that the
aged within hearing might profit by it;
while at other times he so conversed with
the aged, that the young people present
might listen and receive instruction. One
day, when 1. ,iii, along with William
and Henry Coles, two brothers, the eldest
of whom was about thirteen, he overtook
Andrew Lane, and spoke thus to him in
the course of conversation : The prayer-
less man is a godless man. He who go,'s


into the temptations of the world without
prayer, is just like a soldier going unarmed
to the battle; but he who prays, thinking
that prayer will save him, commits as great
a mistake as the other. You must let me
speak plainly, Andrew; for we cannot
speak too plainly when conversing on Divine
things. Nothing will or can save a sinner
but the Saviour of sinners. To trust at all
in our good works; to expect justification
in any wise-in whole or in part, first or
last, now or at the last day-by our obe-
dience, is to exalt pride, to despise the
gospel, to reject Christ; to neglect his
great salvation; and to set at nought the
report of the life and death, the atonement
and righteousness, of the Son of God. Let
us obey our Lord's caution, then, Take
heed and beware of the leaven of the
Pharisees,'" Matt. xvi. 6. Old Anthony,
though he spoke to Andrew Lane, had an
eye now and then on the young Coleses, to
see if they paid any attention to what he
said; he saw that they were quite as
attentive as Andrew Lane.
Andrew, like some others in the village,
was quite disposed to go to heaven, but
then he wanted to go there his own way.


He did not at all like the plan of being
stripped of his goodness, and made con-
pletely dependent on the atoning sacrifice
and merits of Jesus Christ. Old Anthony
never failed, on every proper opportunity,
to try to drive him from his strongholds
of human merit, and to draw him to the
cross of Christ.
"Andrew," he used to say, "we may
make a shift while we are well and happy
to go on without a due sense of God's
mercy in Christ Jesus; but to pass through
sickness and sorrow, and especially through
the dark valley of the shadow of death,
without the heart-enlivening consolations
of Divine grace, and confidence in the
Redeemer, will not be so easy a matter.
True religion takes all glory from the
sinner, and gives it to the Saviour: the
more we rely on his goodness and grace
and the less we depend on our own evil
hearts, the better ; the better for time, and
the better for eternity. 'The Lord is
merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and
plenteous in mercy. Like as a father
pitieth his children, so the Lord pitieth
them that fear him,' Psa. ciii. 8, 13.
When Lucy Miles, who had been a


Sunday scholar for many years, was about
to go to her first place of service, Old
Anthony did not fail to call upon her to
give her a Bible, and to offer her a word
or two of good counsel. "The Bible, a
good conscience, and a good character,"
said he, are about the best things that
you can take with you to your place; and
they will be also the best things you can
bring away with you, if you should leave
it, and go to another. I have been a
servant, Lucy, all my days, and can truly
say, that when I compare the amount of
my wages, with the blessing of the word of
God, the peace of a quiet conscience, and
the advantage of a good character, my
wages are as dust in my estimation. Be
humble, Lucy, be teachable, be obedient.
Serve your master and mistress, but
especially serve God. Oh that we all were
as holy and happy as angels, and serving
the Lord as willingly as they do I want
you, Lucy, to obtain the highest and best
place of service, not in this village only,
but in the whole world." Old Anthony
saw that Lucy did not exactly understand
him, so he pleasantly explained himself in
these words :-



There are many servants, Lucy, who
value themselves because they have lived
in high families. One has served a
baronet, another a lord, and another a
duke; nay, some have entered into the
service of the queen : but surely if it be
an honour to serve the queen, it must be
a greater honour to serve the King of
kings. Be you, therefore, the servant of
the Lord God Almighty, for then you
will be in the highest and best place of
service in the world. Serve the Lord
with gladness,' Psa. c. 2. 'Trust in the
Lord with all thine heart; and lean not
unto thine own understanding. In all thy
ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct
thy paths,' Prov. iii. 5.

Old Anthony was reading in the lodge
when the two young Coleses called in, so
he put down his book, and began to talk
pleasantly and profitably to them. Soon
after this, Charles Pike tapped at the
window. Charles had been an excise-man,


was a shrewd man, and every one spoke in
praise of his good temper. Many things
had he attained in the way of knowledge,
but one thing he lacked, and that was the
" one thing needful." He knew not Him,
whom to know is eternal life. He was
a sinner, without feeling the need of a
Saviour. Many a chat had he had with
Old Anthony about Divine things, but lie
sought more in such conversations to
amuse than to profit himself. He much
respected Anthony Arnold, but lie could
not understand his notions," as he called
them, about religion.
No sooner did Charles Pike enter into
the lodge than he sat himself down, and
asked Old Anthony to read a page to
him of the book which lay on the table.
"That I will, and welcome," said An-
thony ; and I hope it will go through
your ears to your heart. My young
friends here may not understand it, per-
haps, quite so well as you will; but yet
I trust even they may obtain some good
from it." With that he read to them as
follows :-
"There are those in whose bosoms no
single chord is ever struck which vibrates


to the name of Jesus Christ. There are
those who live without affection to him,
and without confidence in his merits.
There are those who received the sign of
the cross upon their foreheads in their
infant days, yet have hearts now hardened
by the sins and follies of maturer years.
There are those who can turn away from
the memorials of Christ's death without a
blush, and without a pang. There are
those whose knees are never bent in
lowly reverence to his eternal Majesty, and
whose prayers have never yet, in godly
sincerity, supplicated for his salvation.
There are those who live without repent-
ance, without faith, without charity; whose
moral existence would undergo no change,
if Christianity were proved to be a fable,
the Bible a forgery, and Christ an imagi-
nary being. Oh what a condition then is
theirs, if Christianity be indeed the unfal-
tering record of God; if the Bible be the
single charter of human happiness; and if
Christ be the only Saviour of a ruined
world !"
Whether it was that these words struck
the conscience of Charles Pike, or that he
did not feel quite ready to reply to them,


it would be hard to say, but certain it is,
that a musing fit came over him, and he
left the lodge without speaking a single
word. Old Anthony then endeavored
to make the passage he had read from the
book plain to the understanding of the
young Coleses, and to turn it to good
One day, Old Anthony went into the
Sunday school, just as some of the young
people had received their books from the
school library, and as others were about to
repeat their texts of Scripture, in answer
to the important question in the Acts of
the Apostles, What must I do to be
saved 1" xvi. 30. He listened awhile to
their texts, and then thus addressed


"Miy dear young friends, I have just
been reading the declaration of a wise man,
whom I well knew, and who, when lie was
an inhabitant of this world, honoured me
with some particular marks of attention
and regard. I will tell you the substance


of what he says in as plain language as I can,
that you may fully understand his meaning,
"'I have been,' said he, 'for nearly
fifty years a seeker after truth, and have
left no means untried to find it; I have
read what wise men of old times have
written; I have laboured with the learned
men now alive; I have tried to understand
the religions of all nations; I have read
the Bible in the original languages in
which it was written, and translated ever
word of it with care ; I have pondered
over it, and prayed fervently to the Father
of lights to shine on my dark, benighted
mind, and show me what is truth ; and I
have compared the opinions of wise and
pious men, to know in what they differ,
and in what they agree. In all this I have
put to myself the questions, How may a
man obtain the favour of God I How may
a sinner be saved from his sins 1 And
now, with a heart full of charity for all
mankind, and with respect and reverence
for the pious and good, I declare my full
conviction that justification by faith.
through the atoning sacrifice of Jesus
Christ, is the only way by which a fallen
soul can regain the favour, and be restored


to the image, of his Maker, and be at last
brought, through the sanctification of the
Divine Spirit, to the glory of God.'
Such is the language of a good and a
wise man, and it is therefore deserving of
our best attention. He believed, and may
you heartily believe also, that Jesus Christ
is the only Saviour. There is none other
name under heaven given among men,
whereby we must be saved,' Acts iv. 12.

Old Anthony could never walk far
without admiring the beauty of some tree
or shrub ; sometimes, too, a flower or an
insect engaged his attention. On these
occasions he was a pleasant companion;
for, being fond of the works of creation,
and accustomed as lie was to look on them
all as the express handiworks of his hea-
venly Father, he entered into his subject
with ardour.
There was usually great attention paid
while he was talking, It was in passing
by Brooke's orchard, that he saw a man
employed in cutting down n apple tree,
while four or five young people were stand-
ing by looking on. Old Anthony went up
to them, and was told that the tree bore no


fiuit. "You see, sir," said the man, "that
master has tried all manner of ways with
the tree for these six years, but not an
apple has lie gathered from it yet." Old
Anthony waited awhile ; the tree began to
bow, and at last crash it came to the
ground; then it was that lie gave the
young folks the following lesson :-


"My young friends, you see what a fair-
looking tree this is ; its trunk is straight,
its branches appear healthy, and its leaves
are green ; but for all this, and in spite of
all the pains that have been taken with it,
it has borne no apples ; and now it is fit
for little else, than to be cut up for fire-
wood. Into the fire it must be thrown.
Did it ever strike you that we are all fruit-
trees in God's orchard ? If you never gave
this a thought before, give it a thought now.
God has borne with us much more than
six years, and if we are bearing no fruit to
his glory, ve are in danger, ay, in great


danger. It is not enough that we look as
promising as others; it is not sufficient
that we grow in the same orchard, and bear
plenty of leaves and blossoms, for leaves
and blossoms will never make amends for
the want of fruit. Look at the fallen tree
there, how hollow and rotten it is at the
heart. If we are hollow too, if our hearts
are not right with God, we have reason
to fear that we shall be cut down with
a sharper axe, and burned in a fiercer

When Old Anthony went away from
Brooke's orchard, some of the boys walked
the same way with him, for they knew
very well that they could not pass their
time in a more pleasant manner. Old
Anthony began to explain to them that
though many things in the creation were
more useful to mankind than others, all
were of service, in one way or another.
After God made the world," said he,
"and the creatures that are in it, he pro-
nounced them good. It was not only the
sun, moon, and stars, and man, and beasts,
and birds, and fishes, that were good, but
creeping things, and the trees of the field,


and even the grass and herbs of the ground.
'God saw every thing that he had made,
and, behold, it was very good,' Gen, i. 31.
Whenever, then, you see any thing the
use of which you do not know, remember
that God may have a use for it, though
you have not: many things, too, which we
consider useless, on a little consideration
we ourselves find to be useful. Yes, my
boys, the slimy adder, and the loathsome
toad, are not without their uses in creation;
and He who gave the toad the beautiful
eye which he has in his head, and the
adder the beautiful speckled skin that he
has on his back, can make them as useful
in the world, as those creatures which
man considers the most important in the
animal creation."

This remark was not altogether forgotten,
for in about five minutes after, one of the
boys, observing a bunch of stinging nettles
growing by the way-side, got close up to
Old Anthony, saying, I think there is
something there that is of no use, how-
ever: stinging nettles can be of no use in
the world, at least I think not."
Old Anthony walked towards the side


of the road where the nettles grew, and
thus spoke :-


Many people are fond of nettle por-
ridge, and when the nettles have been
gathered quite young and fresh, I have
often enjoyed a basin of such porridge
myself; but have a care there, for those
two buzzing bees appear to have found out
some use in the nettle blossoms, and they
may take it amiss if we disturb them.
Depend upon it, those insects would not
take the trouble to poke their heads into
the nettle flowers, if they did not find
there something to reward them for their
trouble. They are gone now, and you see
a moth has taken their place. But let us
examine the nettles a little closer; they
might perhaps sting my hands, but they
cannot sting my foot. Do you not see a
black beetle close to the root? and there
are ever so many earwigs and 1. ..i ... ..,
which find a shelter from the sunbeams
beneath the leaves of the nettle. See the


flies too, how they settle on it Now I
perceive a lady-bird, with its red wings
spotted with black, creeping up one of the
steins. Heyday! I have overlooked this
beautiful web that a spider has spun from
one stem to another ; and I dare say, had
I my magnifying glass here, that a thou-
sand insects might be seen, who find a great
deal of use in the nettle. Come, my boys!
if the plant affords honey to the bee,
pleasure to the moth, shelter to the earwig,
the nmillepede, and the lady-bird; a resting-
place for the fly, a home to the spider, and
food to innumerable smaller insects; we
need examine it no further, but may safely
conclude that God has not made even the
stinging nettle in vain."

The boys seemed as much pleased with
these observations, as they were surprised
at them, and the stinging nettle stood
much higher in their estimation than it
did before.
Old Anthony walked along in silence
for a little distance, but seeing a little boy
in a smock frock go up a narrow lane,
it reminded him of a circumstance which
he thought might be turned to account;


he accordingly related it to his youthful
companions, who seemed to try which
should pay the most attention to the


You must not suppose, because I drop
so many hints for others to pick up, that
I do not stand in need of them myself.
Old Anthony has a rebellious heart in his
bosom, and if not controlled by Divine
grace, he might run into as many errors
as the most thoughtless transgressor. Oh
the pride, the anger, the ingratitude, and
the deceitfulness of the. human heart !
But I was going to tell you, that I am as
glad to learn as to teach, and as ready to
take a hint as to give one. The hint that
I once got from a country boy is worth
relating. It did me good, and perhaps it
may do you good too.
In passing through a country place, I
overtook, in a narrow path, a little boy,
who was carrying a bundle of sticks, and
I began to give him a little good advice.


We soon came to where the road divided:
one path was clean, and dry, and smooth,
and bespread with flowers ; but the other
was dirty, and wet, and rugged, and here
and there almost choked up with brambles.
The boy, heedless of the dirt, and the wet,
and the briers, took his bundle, and turned
down the bad road, when I called after
him, Halloo, my lad, what do you go that
way for this is a pleasanter road than
that, ten times over.' Yes, sir,' replied
the lad; 'but this gets better further on,
and it leads to my father's house.'
Now the lesson that the poor lad gave
me, is worth being remembered by us all;
therefore, my young friends, let it be at-
tended to as well by yourselves, as by Old
Anthony. In passing through life, never
tread the flowery road of sin, but plod
boldly through the rugged path of duty,
remembering that it will improve as you
go on, and lead you at last to the habita-
tion of your heavenly Father."

It was on a December morning, when
every pond was frozen, and when the wind
was blowing, as Ralph Horton said, as
keen as a razor," that Old Anthony fell in


with James Jukes and his two cousins
going to school. James was buttoned up
closely in his great-coat, and his cousins
had each of them a worsted comforter
round his neck, and all three were breath-
ing hard on their fingers to warm them,
and screwing up their faces in a very piti-
fll manner, when Old Anthony accosted
them, as blithe as a lark : Why, what a
trouble you are making of a little cold
weather I love to see a boy of resolution,
who can endure without shrinking both
hot weather and cold. What would you
do if you lived in the northern countries,
where men often lose their noses and their
finger ends with the cold ? Thinking of
this may not warm you this frosty morning,
but I do hope it will make you ashamed
of screwing up your faces, and shivering
along at that snail's gallop, when a good
run would make you as warm as a toast,
and as merry as May day : when we hear
of the greater troubles of others, we should
resolve to bear our lesser ones without a
As Old Anthony made these remarks,
James Jukes and his cousins looked bolder
than they did before, and tried to bear the


cold better. Soon they quickened their
pace, then began to laugh at each other,
till at last, changing their walk into a run,
they scampered off like March hares, and
long before they got to the school were
warmer than if they had been crudling
over a fire for an hour.
The lads be as lissom as greyhounds,
Mr. Arnold," said Paul Asberry, farmer
Perring's young cowherd, who came up
at the time. "Ay, Paul," replied Old
Anthony; "I have been making them
ashamed of sneaking and shivering along
the road, when they ought to be moving
briskly forwards. I have been telling them
that our cold here is nothing to what it
is in the north, where men lose their noses
and their finger ends with the frost."
" You don't say so, sir ; lose their noses!"
"Oh yes, Paul, that is common enough,"
said Old Anthony; and then he gave
the following account about some Swedish

"About a hundred years ago, it may


be a little more or a little less, an army
of Swedes were all frozen to death, while
attempting to cross over one of the high
mountains of Lapland. Onlythink, Paul,
of hundreds, I am not certain if there
were not thousands, of soldiers dying to-
gether, killed by the cold. When they
were discovered, some of the bodies were
stretched at full length on the snow; others
were sitting upright; and many of them
were in a kneeling position, having, no
doubt, died in prayer. What a sight to
see men frozen as cold as ice in the attitude
of prayer It is a mercy that you and I,
Paul, can go to a throne of grace, and
pray for what we want, in the name of
Christ, without the fear of being frozen
to death. Think of this, Paul, think of
it, and be thankful." Paul did think of it,
and when he kneeled down at night by
his bedside, he could not help calling to
mind the Swedish soldiers.

It was in the hollow, between the yew-
tree and Taylor's barn, that Old Anthony,
who was going to attend to some men who
were employed in felling timber, met
Andrew Lane and his grandson, each


carrying a bunch of gilly-flowers. Good
morrow, Andrew," said Anthony; you
look as cheerful as one could wish to see
you, with your gay flowers." Oh no,"
replied Andrew, "I have done with gay
things, and only want to be dead to the
world." Andrew thought sadly too much
of his own doings.
"There is no better way," said Old
Anthony, taking hold of one of the but-
tons of Andrew Lane's coat, and spears
ing clearly, that Andrew's grandson might
hear every word, there is no better way
of dying to the world that I know of, than
that of living to Christ. A lively faith in
him will do more to cure us of the love of
the world, than our best works, and a
dependence on our own poor, poverty-
stricken self-righteousness.
We must think very lowly of ourselves,
before we can think very highly of the
Redeemer. The sacrifices of God are a
broken spirit : a broken and a contrite
heart, O God, thou wilt not despise,' "
Psa. li. 17. Though Anthony said this in
a kindly spirit, and in a kindly manner,
Andrew Lane walked away, seemingly not
in the best temper in the world


Old Anthony gave the following hint
to Robert Marston, who was pointing out
some little failing in Jacob Stubbs, an
humble-minded, conscientious Christian.
Anthony had had a hard morning's work
of it, in attending to some reapers, when
he met Robert Marston, but he could not
hear him complain of honest Jacob without
giving him a word in season.
Robert Marston had his young nephew
with him, and Old Anthony accosted them
thus: "Listen to me, Robert ; and your
young nephew will, I hope, listen too, for
he is quite old enough to know something
about these things.


"Joe Danks was one of the dirtiest
fellows at his work that I ever knew; he
wore a smock frock, and as he never had
it washed, you may guess what a pretty
pickle it was in. If Joe got splashed with
mud up to the neck, it mattered but little,
for scarce anybody noticed the splashes;
indeed, they could hardly be seen. his


frock was so dirty. Once Joe was per-
suaded to have his frock well washed, and
going out soon after, he met Burkins the
butcher, who was trotting along the miry
lane very fast. Burkins's mare cast up
the mire with her hoofs, and bespattered
Danks's smock frock. 'Why, Danks,'
says Bill Turner, who was close at hand,
' what a mess the mare has made of your
frock !' A little further on, Danks met
Collins the mole-catcher. Good morning
to you, Joe,' said Collins; 'it's a fine
morning; but what have you been up to
with your frock 1 it's splashed over from
top to bottom !' While they were talking
together, young Crane from the malthouse
passed by, but not without his observing
to Danks, 'You have got plastered over
finely, however, Banks.' Now, before
Danks had his frock washed, nobody noticed
what blotches were upon it, however big
they were; but no sooner was it made
white and clean, than the least speck of
dirt on it attracted attention, and every-
body pointed it out to him. It is exactly
the same with a sinner. No sooner has
he fled for refuge to the cross of Christ, no
sooner has he been washed and purified


in the fountain open for all uncleanness,
than he becomes ashamed and afraid of
sin, he acts more circumspectly than he
used to do, and such a difference takes
place in his conduct, that the least blemish
in him is seen by those around him, as
plainly as the spots of dirt on the clean
smock frock of Joe Danks."

There was a boarding school about a
mile distant from Hashby Hall, and it
frequently happened that Old Anthony in
his walks fell in with some of the scholars.
This was the case as lie once walked by
the dwarf holes near the banks of the
river. The dwarf holes are said to be
entrances to caverns under ground, where
in times of persecution different people hid
No sooner did the boys see Old An-
thony, than they made up to him, and
Thomas Jay, in a respectful manner, asked
him if it was really true that men had
been obliged to hide themselves under-
ground in the spot where they were.
Old Anthony addressed them thus in



"I have heard a great deal, my boys,
about those dwarf holes, and, to tell you
the truth, a great deal more than I be-
lieve. In my younger days I explored
some of these holes, taking a torch with
me, but I never could get far under ground.
It is possible, that in the many persecutions
which have taken place, some of God's
servants may have taken refuge here ; but
whether that has been the case or not, it
is certain that in ancient times the servants
of the Lord were obliged to hide their
heads in such places. A strong reliance
in the God of their fathers, however, and
a lively faith in his promises, enabled them
to bear great trials, and to do mighty deeds;
for they conquered whole kingdoms, stopped
the mouths of wild beasts open to devour
them, quenched fire when it was raging in
all its fury, and overcame their enonies
in battle. When they were mocked,
beaten, put to torture, and chained up
in gloomy dungeons, they feared not; nay,


though they were stoned, and placed be-
tween pieces of wood and sawn into two
parts, and hewn into pieces by the edge
of the sword ; in all these trials, they still
trusted in the promises of God. Many of
these, though the world was not worthy
of such good and holy men, were obliged
to wander about, dressed up in the skins
of animals, hiding themselves in such dens
and caves as these; therefore, whenever
you pass by the dwarf holes, you will do
well to call to remembrance these saints
of God, that you may be encouraged by
their example to bear with patience what
your heavenly Father may require you to
endure, and gladly to do what he has
commanded you to perform."
Soon after they had passed by the dwarf
holes, Old Anthony observed two or three
of the boys cutting notches on small sticks,
so he asked them what was the meaning
of it, when they told him that they were
putting as many notches on the sticks as
they had days to remain at school; every
day a notch was to be taken off the sticks,
till the holidays should arrive. "Ay
ay! said he, boys will be boys, I see;
it was the same threescore years ago, when


I was a boy, and I dare say it will be the
same when you are as old as I am, if it
should be the will of God that your days
should be so long in the land : but come,
I have something to say about a notched


It is said that an American Indian,
who once came over to this country, was
struck by the great number of people
whom he met in the streets of London,
and being very anxious to count them, he
set about it in the way in which he had
been accustomed to count in his native
woods. He procured a long stick and
a knife, and tried to cut, as he walked
along, a notch for every person he met.
This was troublesome work ; for not only
did the people pass by too quickly for
him, but the notches soon got so nume-
rous that his stick became completely
covered with them. At last, having no
hope of ever finding out the number of
people, he threw away the stick in


despair. Now, my boys, though your
sticks may suffice to contain the number
of days that you have to remain at school,
yet if you will only try to cut a notch on
the longest sticks you can get for every
sin you commit, or for every mercy you
receive, depend upon it you will succeed
no better than the poor Indian, and that
all your sticks will be thrown away in
The boys were not only interested in
this conversation, but instructed by it ;
and every one determined in his own
mind, that he would forget neither the
remarks of Old Anthony on the notched
stick, nor his observations on the dwarf
"I hardly think my heart is half so
bad as you take it to be, Master Arnold,"
said Jem Sykes, one of the veriest drunk-
ards that ever lifted a jug to his lips.
When Jem Sykes said this, lie and his
eldest lad were dragging along a piece of
timber too big for one of them to manage
by himself. Have a care, Jemn," replied
Old Anthony, not only of yourself, but
of that lad too, and do not bring him up
to evil ways. I wish that you knew more


of the evil of your heart than you do. It
is bad enough to have an evil to contend
with, but to be ignorant of its approach is
worse and worse.
"To be ill, and imagine ourselves to be
well; to be in danger, and not to suspect
it ; to be dying, and looking forward to a
recovery; to think that we are going up
to heaven, when treading the downward
road to destruction, is indeed a most des-
perate case. 'There is not a just man
upon earth, that docth good, and sinneth
not,' Eccl. vii. 20. 'All have sinned, and
come short of the glory of God,' Rom. iii.
23. 'If we say that we have no sin, we
deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in
us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful
and just to forgive us our sins, and to
cleanse us from all unrighteousness,' "
1 John i. 8, 9.
Abel Steel was fond of calling now and
then at the lodge, for he was a sincere
though an imperfectly instructed seeker
after Divine truth. One day he called in,
when young Saunders, from the tanhouse,
was with him, for he wanted young Saun-
ders to get good as well as himself from
Old Anthony's conversation. Do you


really think, Master Arnold," said he, just
before he went away, that the merits
and sacrifice of Jesus Christ are sufficient
to blot out the blackest sins that I have
ever committed, and such a number of
them too 1"
"That I assuredly do," replied Old
Anthony; "but I will give you, and
your young friend too, the opinion of a
wiser and better man than I can ever
hope to be ; lie says, If sin was ten thou-
sand times blacker than it is, and if I had
committed ten thousand times more sins
than I have, I should cling with confidence
to the cross of Christ, and the promise of
eternal life given in the gospel ; for this
is a faithful saying, and worthy of all
acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into
the world to save sinners; of whom I am
chief,'" 1 Tim. i. 15.
Abel Steel went away musing on the
words, and found a peace in them that
comforted his heart.
Tims, the thatcher, was busy one morn-
ing covering a wheat-rick, and his two
sons were wetting the straw for him, and
carrying it up the ladder to him. I
hope, Jonas, as you grow in years you will


grow in grace, that you may got to glory,"
said Old Anthony, who happened to be
passing by.
I'm doing my best to get there, Mas-
ter Arnold," replied Jonas Tims, for I
go to church every Sunday, and take my
lads too." "So far is good," said An-
thony; but do you and your lads mind
what you hear there ? The best you can
do will be bad enough, until you are
taught that of yourselves you can do no-
thing." With that he dropped them the
hint of the fisherman's son.


"The child of a poor fisherman was once
overtaken by the tide, in a place where
there was a high rock, in the clefts of
which the fisherman, who was at no great
distance, well knew they should be safe.
Anxious to let his son see how he depended
on his father, the good man allowed the
water to rise till the child grew frightened.
lie tried with all his might to climb up
the rock; but not being able to do this, lie


cried out lustily for his father, when the
fisherman came and lifted him up into a
place of safety.
"Now I take it, Jonas, that a sinner
is like the fisherman's son; for, surrounded
as he is with floods of affliction and temp-
tation, and the ocean of eternity drawing
nearer and nearer, he can no more ascend
to heaven with his soul, than he can climb
up there with his body, without the assist-
ance of his heavenly Father. He must cry
aloud in the prevailing name of Jesus
Christ, that his feet may be set on the
Rock of Ages, for then, and not till then,
will he be secure."

Henry Twyford, Samuel Ford, and
Thomas Cook, all of them Sunday scholars,
called on Old Anthony at the lodge, one
evening, for he had promised to give them
each a little book for their good behaviour
at school.
They knew very well that he was a kind-
spirited, quiet old man, not only fond of
musing and reflecting on God's goodness,
when alone, but fond also of talking of the
love of the Saviour of sinners to young
people, whom he wished to be wise here


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and happy hereafter; they therefore en-
tered the lodge with very different feelings
to what they would have had if he had been
a hasty, ill-tempered man. They found
Anthony reading the best of all books,
which is the Bible; but when he saw
them he carefully closed the book, putting
a marker in the place, that he might know
where he left off reading, and then began
to talk to his three young visitors. He
gave them the books which he had promised
to them, showed them several curiosities
that he had in his possession, and talked
so mildly and so sweetly about heavenly
things, that they were quite pleased, and
hung round him just like three bees
gathering honey from the same flower.
Henry Twyford's father was a tailor,
Samuel Ford's father a carpenter, and the
father of Thomas Cook was a mason. Old
Anthony, therefore, so managed his re-
marks, that they might not only be useful
to the boys, but to their parents also, in case
the young people should give an account of
their visit to the lodge. Henry," said
he, you have looked at my stuffed birds,
and now I will give you a short account,
that I have been reading, of a bird that


follows the same business as your father."
"My father is a tailor, sir," said Henry
Twyford; "and birds cannot sew; they
have no needles and thread." In that
respect you are very much mistaken," re-
plied Old Anthony; "but listen awhile
to what I am going to tell you about the
tailor bird.


"There is a bird in America, which
generally hangs its nest from the boughs
or twigs of a fruit-tree, in a manner that
would surprise you; but the way in
which he makes his nest would surprise
you a great deal more. He gets together
a sufficient quantity of tough long grass,
and this grass he bends round, and sews
through and through with his bill in
every direction. So cleverly does he do
this, that you might almost imagine that
it had been done with a large stocking
The tailor bird is still more neat in
his sewing, for he stitches together large


leaves to hide his nest with, in a most
workmanlike manner. The needle he
uses is his fine long bill; and a capital
needle it is, I assure you. As for his

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thread, he makes that with his feet and
bill from cotton, which he gathers from
the shrubs about him. You see, then,
that there are many more tailors in the
world than you imagined. How good is
God, to teach these little creatures to take
care of themselves Truly may it be said


of him, 'His tender mercies are over all
his works,' Psa. cxlv. 9.

This account of the tailor bird seemed
not only to please Henry Twyford, but
his companions also, who had never heard
of a bird sewing before. "And now,"
said Old Anthony, "as I have told Henry
Twyford about a singular tailor, I will now
tell you, Samuel, about a curious carpenter;
so mind what I say.


"You must not suppose that men are
the only carpenters in the world; there
are thousands of them among the different
insects of the earth. If you ask me where
they get their tools from, I reply, that they
get them where we get everything that is
good, even from God himself. Many may
smile at the thought of insects having tools
to work with, and may think that they
must be singular tools; but let me tell
you that they are much better than man
ever made, and better adapted to work


with than those which are to be bought at
the cutler's. There is no saw to be found,
made by men's hands, equal to that of the
saw-fly. This little insect saws holes in
the stems of the bushes in which he lives,
to put his eggs in; and this he does better
than a carpenter could do it for him. His
saws, for he has two of them, have very
fine teeth ; they are kept in a hard, horny
case; they are too small to be clearly seen
without the aid of a microscope.
"There are, too, several grasshoppers
which have most excellent gimlets, as well
as the carpenter bee ; and all these insects
can bore a hole in wood as round as your
father can, Samuel. The carpenter bee is
a capital worker, and makes holes more
than a foot deep in hard oak, to place
his eggs in. God is 'wise in counsel and
wonderful in working,' and he has fur-
nished these little carpenters with all the
tools they require; nay, he gave these
tools to them before man knew how to
make them or to use them ; therefore we
should be humble, remembering that God
careth for insects, and provides for them,
as well as for us. If, in his wisdom and
mercy, he has given us faculties better


than theirs, this is only a greater reason
why we should devote them all to his

As Henry Twyford and Samuel Ford
had each heard something which surn
praised them about the trades their fathers
followed, Thomas Cook expected that Old
Anthony would not forget him, and in
this he was right; for no sooner had lie
ended the account of the carpenter bee,
than he gave the following account of the


"There are many other trades carried
on by insects, birds, and other animals,
besides those of a tailor and a carpenter;
but I have not time to enter upon them
all. One word or two, however, I must
speak on the trade of a mason. When I
speak of insects being masons, I do not
mean that they make mortar, handle a
trowel, and build with stone obtained from
the quarry, exactly as men do ; but that


they build habitations, as neat and as
suitable for themselves to dwell in, as
a mason could possibly build.
"Several kinds of worms build them-
selves habitations in the water ; and one
sort, called the Caddis worm, builds his
house of small stones, which he sticks
together with a cement which is as dur-
able as mortar. There is a bee called a
mason bee, that builds his house of small
stones and mortar; he makes the mortar
with grains of sand, and a sort of glue or
gum from his own mouth. The beaver,
however, being a larger creature, can be
observed better when he is at work build-
ing his house, than insects can. This
animal mixes together sticks, mud, and
stones, and then carries a lump of the
mixture to the place where he means
to erect his house. He then begins to
"After placing part of his materials
properly, he turns round and gives it a
pat with his tail; his tail, being broad and
flat, makes a very good trowel; thus he
goes on, adding fresh material, and patting
it with his tail, till his habitation is com-
pleted. But I think that for the present


I have talked enough of these things,
having told you of a flying tailor, a
hopping carpenter, and a mason that runs
on four legs. And now, my dear boys, if
you can learn nothing else from what I
have said, try to remember this serious
remark, that, whatever our dress now may
be, we shall shortly wear a shroud; that
the carpenter ere long will be called on to
make us a coffin; and that, however dur-
able the houses may be which we now live
in, they will at last crumble to dust:
therefore we shall do well to look out for
a mansion m the skies; 'a building of
God, an house not made with hands, eter-
nal in the heavens,'" 2 Cor. v. 1.

I used to think," said Old Anthony,
in a conversation with James Field and
his two boys, that communion with God
meant merely saying my prayers to him;
but it has pleased the Father of mercies
to show me my ignorance. As a good man
"' Communion with God can only be
held on God's own terms, by a perfect
surrender of ourselves and all that we
have to his will. Our understanding,


heart, conscience, affections, state, and
life, must how before him ; and we must
be content to know, do, suffer, and be what
he pleases.'
There are many who have no objection
to go to God as saints, who are not equally
willing to go as sinners. Now it is only in
the latter character that we ought to go;
for what is a saint, but a sinner forgiven,
sanctified, and saved by that Lamb of
God that taketh away the sins of the
world V"
Old Anthony had with him young
Hawkins, the huckster's son, to whom
he had been talking seriously, when who
should they meet but Penn, the gardener.
"A Christian's last days should be his
best days," said Old Anthony to him.
Penn was getting on what too many call
the wrong side of threescore and ten.
" Where is the use of reading our Bibles,
and going to the house of prayer, and
holding communion with God, if these
things make us no better When you
were.put apprentice, it was that you might
learn your business ; now a Christian has
more to learn than a gardener has, and
ought therefore to be more industrious.


It is a gardener's business to train up his
plants and trees; and a Christian's, to
train up himself, or rather to ask of God
continually to train him up for glory. A
gardener's labour is all in vain, unless it
produces the fruits of the earth; and a
Christian is an unprofitable servant, till
lie has learned to renounce the world, the
flesh, and the devil, and to bring forth the
fruits of a sober, righteous, and godly life;
renouncing himself as utterly unworthy of
God's pardoning grace, and looking for
salvation to the merits and sacrifice of the
Redeemer alone."
Old Anthony was walking slowly towards
the Sunday school, when he was overtaken
by Sarah Summers and her sister, who
were perfecting themselves in their lessons
as they went along. Ay ay my little
girls," said he, I see that you are at your
books, learning your lessons. You should
have been perfect in them before now, but
perhaps one thing or other has hindered
you. What you are learning now is, I
dare say, very easy, but I must say a word
to you about a hard lesson.



"There are many hard lessons, of one
kind or other, to be learned in the world,
when our school days are over. We think,
when we are young, that it is hard to learn
our letters, to spell, to read, to cast ac-
counts; and as for grammar, that is
terrible: but as we grow older, we find
harder lessons than these. 'Love one
another,' seems on the first view to be
no difficult thing; for why should we hate
each other ? But when put to the trial,
the lesson is a hard one. We can learn
one part of it easily enough, but the other
part is a hard undertaking.
"We can love the wise, and the good,
and those that love us and behave well
to us ; but can we love the ignorant, and
the bad, and those who hate us and
behave ill to us In one word, can we
love our enemies 1 for we are commanded
so to do. The language of Scripture is,
'Love your enemies, bless them that curse
you, do good to them that hate you, and


pray for them which despitefully use you,
and persecute you,' Matt. v. 44.
But if this be too hard a lesson for us
to learn of ourselves, we must seek a
heavenly Instructor. When God teaches
us, we make swift progress ; to him, then,
let us go, for he can make the hardest
lesson easy to us. It was the Saviour of
the world who commanded us to love our
enemies ; and, with his grace to assist us,
we need not despair of keeping the com-
mand. But remember that we must love
the Saviour before we can succeed in
learning the hard lesson, 'Love your
enemies.' When we do that in sincerity,
we shall soon be able to do the other.
' If ye love me, keep my commandments,' "
John xiv. 15.

Thomas Fairfield, in running down the
lane, slipped, and fell down in the mud;
his face was splashed, and his hands were
covered over with dirt, so off he set to
the spring by the red rock.
The water was not very good to drink,
but it did very well to wash with, and
Thomas was glad to get the mud from his
hands and face. Old Anthony came up


at the time, and after asking how he had
got into such a pickle, spoke thus of the


Fountains are pleasant things, Thomas,
even in this country; but in hotter cli-
mates, where the burning sun shines full
on the sand, and brooks and rivers are
very scarce, they are beyond value. We
should never slake our thirst at one with-
out thinking of the water of life, of which
whosoever drinketh shall thirst no more.
You seem to have been in a pretty puddle,
and are doing well to make yourself decent;
but while you cleanse your hands and your
face, bear in mind that the fountain that
is opened for sin and uncleanness, even
the precious blood of the Saviour of sin-
ners, can alone cleanse the impurity of
your heart. May you be thoroughly
cleansed therein, and purified from every
"When people go to war with each
other in thirsty lands, they frequently


poison the fountains, that those who drink
of them may die : this is a very cowardly
and cruel practice. And some people
poison the pure fountain of God's word,
with their own muddy and worldly devices,
thereby injuring the souls of their fellow-'
men: this is a practice as cowardly and
as cruel as the other. Let it be our care
to follow those who 'have washed their
robes, and made them white in the blood
of the Lamb. For the Lamb which is in
the midst of the throne shall feed them,
and shall lead them unto living fountains
of waters : and God shall wipe away all
tears from their eyes,' Rev. vii. 14, 17.
A few boys were flying their kites, one
morning, as Old Anthony passed by the
Ten Acres, a field belonging to farmer
Roden. The string of one of the kites
had got over the top of a very high elm-
tree, and as there appeared no way of
getting it off again, except by climbing
the tree, William Thompson had just
pulled off his jacket to mount the stately
elm. This was an undertaking of great
difficulty, and no little danger; but then
the kite had cost a great deal of time, and
some expense, to make, and was too valu-


able a thing to lose. When Old Anthony
saw the difficulty the boys were in, he
went up to the group to assist them with
his counsel. Having examined the posi-
tion of the string, and finding that it had
only got between two branches of the
tree, and was not at all tangled, he
undertook the management of the affair,
without permitting William Thompson to
risk his neck by climbing the tree.
"There are, my boys," said he, "dif-
ferent ways of doing the same thing; and
as it would not be wise to walk to any
place through briers and thorns, when we
might pass to it along the turnpike road
without difficulty, so it would be very
foolish for you to be at the trouble to go
up to the kite, while you may without
difficulty make the kite come down to
you. If we cut the string, the kite, I
think, will come down fast enough, unless
the string should get entangled : how-
ever, let us try."
With this, he took out his knife, and
severed the string. The kite, for the first
moment, mounted up higher, pulling up
the string after it; but in a few seconds
it began to waver about, and then came


fluttering down to the ground. There
was a rare scamper after it, for it fell in
the next field; and it was some time
before the boys came back again to thank
Old Anthony. "I trust," said he to them,
"that your hopes fly higher than your
kites, and that they will never come
tumbling down as your kite has done.
Often, when I have seen young people
looking up at their kites, have I said to my-
self, Oh may the young creatures always
have their faces turned heavenwards, and
their hearts filled with holy desires !"
Andrew Lane once overtook Old An-
thony, who was returning home with a
neighbour's son from a farm which formed
part of the Hashby Hall estate, and, ac-
cording to his usual custom, began to talk
to him about good works justifying a man
before God. Answer me this one ques-
tion," said Anthony : "Are you willing to
be taken at your word q Are you willing
to put up this prayer ? O Thou who
knowest the most secret thoughts of all thy
creatures, from whose all-seing eyes no sin
of mine can for a moment be hid; deal
with me according to my deeds. If my
motives and actions be such as entitle me


to thy favour, then fix thy love upon me
through my life, and take me to heaven
when I die ; but if my motives and actions
be such as deserve thy displeasure, then
plague me here with thy judgments, and
when I leave this world, cast me into 'the
lake of fire and brimstone,' where the worm
dieth not, and the fire is not quenched."
During the rest of their walk together,
Andrew said not a word, but seemed
musing. As they parted, he whispered,
" I must think seriously of what you said,
"My father was the best man in the
parish," said William Sellers, in one of his
boasting moods, to a few of his companions;
but Old Anthony, who overheard him, put
a stop to his boasting by good-humouredly
observing, that he hoped his son Thomas
Sellers, who was standing by, would say the
same of his father when he was slumbering
beneath the green turf in the churchyard.
"But tell me, William," said Old Anthony,
"if your father had stolen a horse, should
you be willing to be transported for it V"
"Why no, Master Arnold," replied Sellers,
" I cannot say that I should, nor do I think
it would be over-reasonable to punish me


for a fault that I never committed. I am
for letting every tub stand on its own
bottom." "Oh, if that be your opinion,"
said Old Anthony, "I agree with you;
but if it would be unreasonable to punish
you for your father's faults, it would be
equally so to give you credit for his good
qualities. Let every tub stand on its own
"A great deal more is expected from
the children of a good man, than from the
children of another; therefore have a care,
William, that you carry your cup upright:
there is an old saying-
Follow thy father, good son;
And do as thy father has done.
Your father, William, was a humble
disciple of Jesus Christ, a Bible reader,
a man of prayer, and one whose soul
magnified the Lord, and whose spirit re-
joiced in God his Saviour. He was such
a man that a son ought to delight to
honour : ay, and to imitate too. Let it
never, then, be said, that the father was a
godly man, and the son a cast-away.
They who on virtuous ancestors enlarge,
Produce their debt instead of their discharge.