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EDITED BY MRS. SARAH R L BENNETT.
BY M. A.
Published, Semi-monthly, by the Executive Committee of the
was not herself bad-tempered or malicious. the unhappy effects of their father's unchristian AMERICAN FEMALE GUARDIAN SOCIETY, at the House
She had ever tried to do her duty faithfully spirit upon them. It led them to doubt the of Industry and Home for the Friendless, 29 E. 29thSt.
and lovingly as a wife, bearing her little an- truth of religion ; for, “Is not father a profess-
tude and meekness. And she was sure she so much like a Christian as uncle Abel, who For Terms and Notices, see Last Pages.
did not provoke her husband's ill nature. She makes no profession.” It made them rebel
tried in every way to gratify and please him, lious too—restive under an authority, capri"HE GIVETH HIS BELOVED SLEEP." although it really did seem sometimes, that the cious, unreasonable, and harsh. “No one could
more she tried, the less she succeeded. Could love a kind father more than we, and how
the fault be in herself? She had seen some cheerfully would we obey and wait upon him," WHEN the long day is past, and quiet lie The over-wearied brain, the tired feet,
women who were disobliging, provoking, tan- said they ; “but his selfishness and tyrannical The hands that toil, the hearts for rest that sigh, talizing to the last degree, who never brought rule wakes up everything that is ugly and wickCometh this word, than breath of flowers more sweet, down upon themselves such tempests of re
ed within as. Does not the Bible say, 'Fa-
proach and abuse, as she, in her innocence and thers, provoke not your children to wrath, lest
they be discouraged ?!” And then there was
sure she could not talk and act as they did. the constant effect of this cross spirit in the Who try in vain to mold a nation's fate
And, then again, she questioned if she had way of example. Children can but be affected Or bind with words what God's great law shall loose.
brought it upon herself by an ill-advised mar- by the atmosphere of home. The air of love Our destinies He in His hand shall keep, Who gives to His belov'd refreshing sleep.
riage. Certainly she had not. She had sought will bring out sweet and kindly fruits, while
counsel of her parents, and especially of her the opposite will produce an unseemly and We murmur when 'tis hidden from our sight The end we labor to attain. And still
God, and never felt more assured that she was pernicious growth. It was in vain that the We cry, “Not yet, O Lord! not yet the night,"
acting under the guidance of her Heavenly Fa- suffering mother, smothering down her own While we forget He shall our work fulfill
ther, than when she promised the enterprising, disappointment and grief, enjoined upon her Forget that God His promise still doth keep, Who gives to His beloved gentle sleep.
seemingly amiable, and Christian young man little ones submission, respect and love for their
who sought her hand, that she would be his.parent, gentle words, tender feelings, and noble, E'on when, in hours of grief and deep distress, Our hearts with anguish torn, we sigh for light,
Why was it then-why was it, that God was generous actions among themselves; the baleHis hand doth lead us through the wilderness. leading her through such a dark way?
ful influence of the vitiated home atmosphere Comfort He sends in visions of the night;
wonld Long and often had she pondered the ques
appear. And they who sow in tears, in joy shall reap.
And notwithstanding her He gives to His beloved restful sleep. tion. It was the mystery of life to her. It al
prayers and teachings, her discipline and conFather! what shall we render unto Thee, most led her sometimes, in her heaviest hours,
stapt example, her children were growing up Who givest all, for daily love and care? to distrust the love and justice of her God. It
around her, irritable and irritating in temper, 'Twere slight return, life consecrate to thee. is true, she could feel that the discipline had
unamiable and unlovely in character, preparing Even when our spirits sleep, when we forget to pray, Thy patient, tender love, unchanging, deep, been a blessing to her. It had wrought out in
to go out into life, to be in their turn torments
and trials to others. No wonder she was tried. Thoa givest to Thy beloved while they sleep.
her a patience and meekness, a gentleness and
dence seemed inexplicable and severe.
gràce of God which she knew had accomplish- This morning she had retired to her own THE REASON WHY.
ed, by these rough and unsonght attentions, room, after an unusually severe domestic storm, MRS. LOVEJOY couldn't understand the rea- such changes in her spirit. Indeed the trial and was asking, as she had done over and over son why God had given her a cross husband. had ceased to be a mystery– I had almost said, again before, with bitter tears, and uplifted What Nabal was to Abigail so was the part- had ceased to be a trial—as it regarded her looks of agony, “Lord, why is this?" and the ner of her life to her; subjecting her continu- own personal experience. Its design was mani- oft-repeated inquiry fell back upon her still unally to like mortifications, imposing upon her fest and gracious, and she had been led to answered. “ I could bear it for myself,” she the same disagreeable necessities, and causing thank God for it.
said, “but, oh, my children—what shall I do her, in a multitude of ways, vexation and grief. But Mrs. Lovejoy had children, and the old- for my children p”
She was sure she did not deserve it. She er they grew, the more painfully she realized At that moment the door-bell-rang, and the
waiting-maid, with brisk step, was heard burden of grief which she had for the moment that has endangered all that was noble and hurrying up stairs. She halted before the
laid down; but where was it? She could not good in our national policy—that has bapclosed door of Mrs. Lovejoy's apartment. find it. Her own soul seemed lifted up by the tized our land in blood, and now causes so
“Mrs. Jones is down stairs, ma'am-the poor precious truths she had been holding out to ber many to "sit by the wayside, watching." Mrs. Jones who comes here once in a while," sinking friend, her tears were stayed and her
Yes, there are thousands watching; but are she whispered through the key-hole. spirit was calm and even happy. She took up
there as many thousands who are offering up Slowly the door opened. “Mary,” said her her Bible, and as if following the illuminated
earnest, prevailing prayer to “ God who saves," mistress, “I can't go down-that is, I don't finger of the Comforter, her eyes ran along that He will guide our national barque through think I can, I don't feel well. My head aches, these words, "Blessed be God, even the Fa
the breakers, to the harbor of unity and peace ? I'm sick to-day." And then, apparently con- ther of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of
Christ commanded us to pray, as well as watch, scious that her agitated manner, broken sen- mercies and the God of all comfort ; who com
and Himself set us the example. He exhorted tences, and swollen eyes were betraying her forteth us in all onr tribulation, that we may us “To have faith in God, to be not afraid, secret in spite of herself, she added, “I have so be able to comfort them which are in any
only believe;" and again, “ If ye have faith and much trouble, I think I won't go down to-day, trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves
doubt not, ye shall say to this mountain, 'Be I'll excuse myself.” are comforted of God." She had read the
thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea, "Well," said the waiting Mary, “what shall Bible through many times, but she thought she
and it shall be done.'” What an exhortation I say?" had never seen those words before, and now
to trust in God! How often have Christians “Never mind, never mind," she exclaimed, she knew the reason why she had “tribulation.”
tested the power of faith in God, and yet how after a moment's inward balancing, “I guess I
loth are we to trust our nation in His hands. will go down. I never like somehow to send
I fear we trust too much in finite man to save poor people away.” So, wiping her tearful
For the Advocate and Guardian. us from ruin. face and smoothing down her disordered hair,
"ELI SAT ON A SEAT BY THE WAYSIDE,
True, man is a very necessary element in the she proceeded to the sitting-room.
struggle, for God uses means for all that is ac.“I couldn't help calling on you this morning,
complished. He has a great purpose in the ma'am, I hope you'll excuse me," said the
How often, in
present contest—the doing away of a great humble visitor. “I don't know just what
the present day, do we think of Eli; for our made me either, but you always help me so to land is now filled with "watchers by the way.
wrong, the punishment of great sins; the adbear my troubles." side." A gigantic rebellion has imperiled the
vancement of human liberty ; the furtherance ark of our national liberty, and the heart of
of Christ's kingdom to the healing of a nation, “Have you any new troubles, my friend ?” asked the kind-hearted Mrs. Lovejoy, putting this people is throbbing with intense anxiety,
All that He purposes, He will perform, for all
power is in His hands. But He loves to hear during the progress of the contest which is of herself and her sorrows quite behind her, in such moment to us all. Hitherto, we have
the prayers of His saints, and will listen to her eager desire to do a fellow-creature a serboasted that we were a nation of freemen;
their plea. They may implore Him, that "amid vice.
deserved wrath, He may remember mercy." that all men were entitled to freedom of speech “Well, nothing very new, ma'am, only you and lihurty of conscience. We have spread
There are thousands now, “sitting by the know, you know," and the woman stammered our “banner of beauty” to the breeze, desir
wayside,” watching the contest, who feel that and hesitated as if she didn't like to say what ing it to be the synonym for all that is beau
they are powerless for good, who yet have the she had intended_"you know, ma'am, my
tiful, noble and good, inviting the down-trodden privilege of approaching the Mercy-seat of the husband is so cross. He's been sick with the and oppressed of the Caucasian race, in every
Lord of lords and King of kings, and there, rheumatism these three weeks,, and I'm most nation, to flee to it, to find protection beneath
through prayer, may exercise a great power for tired of my life ; for with the pain and his bad its ainple folds; to seek our hospitable shores
our beloved country, by imploring God to go temper, and all together, it seemed as if we as an asylum of peace and safety, where pros
forth with our armies, and direct the deliberacouldn't stand it anyhow. I could bear it for perity might smile upon their industry, and
tions of those in authority-civil, military, and myself, ma'am, I'm sure I could, if I was all crown them with the fruits of their labors.
ecclesiastical—to guide all the affairs of the naalone with him; for I always try to please him, All this was well--it was as it should be.
tion to His honor and glory. Let us, then, not and I never answer back—butoh, dear, But there is another side to the picture.
only watch, but also pray, that God will" cause ma'am, my children-what shall I do for my In the fairest portion of our goodly land, where
the wrath of man to praise Him,"and the remainchildren?" the orange-tree blossoms, and the mocking-bird
der of wrath may He restrain. But, most of Was it an inspiration from the Almighty that makes music in the grove, where all should
all, that the spirit of the living God may
strive fell upon Mrs. Lovejoy at that moment, as she be free and equal, more than four millions of successfully with the people of the nation, that opened her lips and discoursed to the poor, human beings were held in bondage, and by
they may be turned from the error of their tried, and discouraged woman of the unerring the unremunerated labor of their hands and
ways, flee from "sin,” which is a reproach to love and wisdom that appoints all our way in sweat of their brows, were enriching their
any people, and put on the robes of righteouslife, meting out every burden, and fashioning so-called masters, subject alike to the lash of
A, L. DRAN. every cross according to our needs, and then
the driver and the fangs of the bloodhound, stand by with sympathizing aspect and all- or to be separated from all that was dear, by sufficient grace, to help us bear them? And the fall of the auctioneer's hammer. We were
WISH OF A GOOD MAN.-" I would rather," said Dr. with what tender earnestness she exhorted the
constantly giving the lie to our boast. God Sharpe," when I am laid in the grave, that some one in bis wife to patience and the mother to an un- heard the groans and prayers, and saw the
manhood should stand over me and say: There lies one
who was a real friend to me, and privately warned me of wavering faith in Him who tempers the wind tears of His afflicted children, and sent various the danger of the young. No one knew it, but he aided me
in the time of need; I owe what I am to him.' Or would to the shorn lamb, and takes the part of His judgments upon their persecutors; but, like rather have some poor
widow, with choking utterance, tell suffering little ones whom an unfeeling and errPharaoh, they hardened their hearts and
her children, .There is your friend and mine; he visited
me in my afiliction, and found you, my son, an employer, ing parent is daily “offending." stiffened their necks, and refused to listen to and you, my daughter, a bappy home, in a virtuous family.'
I would rather that such persons should stand at my grave, Mrs. Jones, comforted and strengthened, the voice of God, to let the oppressed go free. than to have erected over it the most beautiful sculptured went on her homeward way with a hopeful It was the principle that “capital should
monument of Parian or Italian marble. The beart's bro
ken utterance of reflections of past kindness, and the tears smile beaming through her tears, and Mrs. own its own labor," with the numerous sins of grateful memory shed upon the grave, are more valuaLovejoy ascended to her closet to resume the
ble, in my estimation, than the most costly cenotaph ever which this principle engendered and fostered,
M. B. B.
For the Advocate and Guardian. to say your prayers,' and now I'ın getting big, “But, Charlie, if onr eyes are opened we
needn't follow them. The Bible can be a real “STRAIGHT PATHS."
Lucy? Did she ever ask you to be a Chris- Bible to us. THE waning light of a Sabbath evening fell tian ??
“But, Lucy, is it right for Christians to look on the open leaves of the large, old Bible. “No," said Lucy, sadly.
all around the church in prayer-time? I've Young fingers had turned over the leaves, and “And then as to Sunday-school teachers seen one of the oldest do it. And is it right those same young fingers had grown old, and -I never had one that did me a bit of good; for father to smoke ten cent cigars and pat bony, and withered, and turned them over they talk in a cold, hard-set way. Why don't five cents on the plate ?” then. Young eyes had spelled the words, and they say, “Jesus died for you, Charlie ; He loves “But, Charlie" those same eyes had peered dimly through you! Why don't people talk and act as if re- “Yes, 'but, Charlie.' We boys talk it over; spectacles to read its blessed truths. Glad | ligion were alive ?—they act as if the Bible
we've got our eyes open. You can be a roal young hearts had felt the preciousness of its were a story-book, and God was dead." Christian, and if yon are, perhaps I'll try it.” reading, and hearts that had found earth's
“But, Charlie, yon and I needn't.”
And Charlie jumped up and ran around the promises to fail had found here a resting-place. "I don't know why we should keep straight- corner of the house, whistling “Dixie."
They were young eyes that were bending er than other people. I'm just discouraged. The sister's head was bowed on the old over it now, and a young heart that was seek
I don't see why I should sign the pledge when book. She was asking God to help her to ing to know the will of Jesns concerning her the minister drinks cider and makes currant make "straight paths" for Charlie's lame feet. life.
wine. That's a beginning of evil; now, isn't it?" “O, dear!" said their father, in his armThe young girl sat pondering these words- “Yes, that isn't keeping in the straight path.” chair, just inside the open hall.door: “These they were marked faintly with a pencil-line : “And when I try to keep from swearing, horrid musquitoes won't let me sleep at all." “And make straight paths for yonr feet, lest I hear Christians swear every day. O, no, it's that which is lame be turned out of the way." | nothing to say " What under the heavens,' and “I have been turned out of the way often Heaven knows,' and “Confounded!' instead
A BIBLE PRESENTED TO THE PRESIDENT.--This after and often, and by such little things. Mother of what boys say. Now, what is the differ
noon, a committee of loyal colored people from Baltimore, is a Christian, and it was only this morning I ence," asked Charlie, excitedly.
formally presented to the President an imperial quarto
Bible, splendidly bound, costing $580, as a token of their enjoyed the sermon so much, and when we “I don't believe God sees any difference."
respect and gratitude to him for his active part in the cause were coming out of church mother said it was “I think it's a deal better to swear outright.
of emancipation. They say, since they have been incorpo80 long, and the minister's voice so unpleasant, I should think Satan would be ashamed of rated in the American family, they have been true and that it took away all the good. And last such followers. Father told me this morning loyal, and now stand ready to defend the country. They
are prepared to be armed and trained in military matters, week, after I read about Mr. Muller's giving up not to whistle ‘Dixie,' and he was reading the
in order to protect and defend the “ Star Spangled Banner." all for God and trusting in Him, I wanted to Sunday Herald at the time. He is a Christian !" The President replied :
"I can only say now, as I have often said before, it has alwear my old muslin and give the five dollars “I know it, Charlie. This morning I was
ways been a sentiment with me that all mankind should be father gave me to old Mrs. Howe, to buy wine
trying to think Sunday thoughts, and mother free. So far as I have been able, so far as came within my and jelly for her; but father said, when he called me to button her glove, and all the time sphere, I have always acted as I believed was right and just, threw the book down, “That man is a fanatic
and done all I could for the good of mankind. I have, in letters she was talking to me about my bonnet-strings,
and documents gent forth from this office, expressed myself he can't expect every body to have the faith he and the color of my gloves. Then aunt Mary better than I can now. In regard to the Great Book, I have has;' and that froze my heart right up, and talked about the dust all the way to church, only to say it is the best gift which God has ever given to that isn't half that everybody does. I don't
man. All the good from the Saviour of the world is comand the new church stair-carpet all the way
municated to us through this Book. But for that Book we know of anybody that inakes 'straight paths,' home."
conld not know right from wrong. All those things desira. and sometimes I think I won't try either. It's “And mother takes the Atlantic, but she ble for man are contained in it. I return you my sincere only the good books and papers that keep me can't take the Guardian; so she takes the
thanks to this very elegant copy of this Great Book of
God, which you present." on; and perhaps the very people that write Messenger, because it's cheap, and she wants walk crookedly too."
to have one religious paper in the house; and A boy's form emerged from the shrubbery, she asked me to read it and I won't; it don't
"IONE" TO “SPES.” and a boy of fourteen years ran up the steps do her any good to read it, and of course it apd sat down beside his sister. wouldn't me."
MY DEAR FRIEND,—
My words were addressed “How beautiful everything is in the quiet “And aunt Mary went to the theatre last not to those who had erred ignorantly, but to and starlight !"
night, and taught in Sunday-school to-day.” those who had sinned wilfully. My convictions “Yes, it is beautiful," said the boy. “Are “I'd either give up one or the other. And are life-long, and founded on experience and obyou glad you are a Christian ?" Oharlie looked
she was reading Miss Edgeworth's tales this servation, and I am convinced the church has op into his sister's face. He did not need afternoon, and she'll read a chapter in the not a clear, open conscience on the subject. words.
Bible before she goes to bed. O, Christians ! I have heard a mother say in agony of spirit, “It seems to me a blessed thing—something Christians!”
“The fact is, a Christian woman should not everybody longs for; but no one ever becomes “And she and mother never go to the marry a man who is not a Christian," and the a real, Bible Christian. I don't believe there
weekly prayer-meeting—they have to sew or declaration was wrung from her after a lifeis such a thing. There might have been when are too tired.”
long struggle. And yet her husband was a Christ was on the earth, but seeing is believ- "I don't see how they can expect us to do perfect man morally, and upright in his generaing, and I sha'n't believe till I do see. If father right. It's the Christians that keep us out tion. really believes I'm going to be lost why don't of the way; we don't expect anything from I have seen a woman utterly unable to say he tell me so? He never said I must trust in other people.”
one word to her husband, when he did not beJesus to be saved. He says so in prayer- “What is a Christian, Charlie ?"
lieve as she believed, for she knew and he meeting," Charlie went on," but I might talk “One who loves God better than he loves knew that she had violated her conscience in prayer-meeting as well as he does, or the world, the flesh, or the devil.”
when she married him, and he had no respect anybody else. I wish I could, and I'd make “No one loves the devil," said Lucy smiling, for such Christian consistency, even if she did the ears of the hypocrites tingle. Why don't "Well, they serve him—a good many Chris. love him. he tell me so—and mother, too? When I was tians do. I guess he sets Christians in the I have known a man to say in answer to the little, she used to say at night, “Don't forget way to keep us out."
entreaties of his wife, “No more of this, you
For the Advocate and Guardian.
For the Advocate and Guardian.
For the Advocate and Guardian.
were satisfied with me when you married me, fret and chafe; it only makes our burdens, cool days began to come, there was plenty and I am no worse now. If you had anything heavier to bear. All we can do is to bow in of money in her box, and she went in search to object to, then was the time.”
submission and drink the cup given us, so shall of a new home. If my words were words of truth, I want the
we receive the blessing of God and His sustain - There is a nice brick house with green consciences of mothers and daughters enlight- ing grace.
blinds upon it, standing in a very respectable ened on this point. “Forewarned, forearmed,” Submission does not require that we should business street. The hall has a good oil. it is well to settle principles before the time of make no efforts to remove or lighten our trials; cloth carpet on it, and the stairs also, are trial comes. This subject once came up in everything possible for us to do we may do, covered with oil-cloth, and a nice lamp hangs conversation with a mother who had several but when that is done, and we find the cap at the foot of the stairs, near the door. In daughters; she assented to what was said, may not pass from us, we must drink it as did the basement, there is a good-sized room, “Yes, but if you are so strict, how are you to our blessed Saviour the cup given to Him. His
with a bright carpet on the floor. In the provide for a large family of daughters ?" Father is our Father—the same, unchanging, middle of the room is a platform about a Did space permit, I could give you the his- loving God.
yard square, covered with zinc. This is tory of the family. Better do right and trust
about six inches high, and upon it stands & God. “Spes” must not misunderstand me.
large cooking stove with the doors wide open, Let those who have sinned ignorantly hope and Children's
and the fire shining through the grate. On
Department. the mantle is a large clock, ticking away pray, but let all beware how they violate conscience and grieve the Holy Spirit. It is not
merrily, and some new flat irons, and a pret merely for ourselves, but for our children. The
ty little lamp, with a glass shade, and just
over the lamp is a beautiful match-safe hangpromises are few to the children of ungodly
THE DRUNKEN HOUSE.
ing on the wall, and near that, two cunning parents, and our Saviour says, “ He that is not
little willow lunch baskets, for the children with me is against me."
to take to school.
, a looking-glass, a very
There is a table in the room, a lounge, a thinned streets to the city, and long, weary large bed, bedstead and pillows, a traveling THE CUP OF SORROW. days to the laborer, had brought health, and
trunk, some band-boxes for the children's How full of sorrow this world is! How few strength, and peace to the “worst woman in hearts there are unburdened by pain! In our Ameriky;" for it was then that she re
hats, and some books and playthings, too, for
the little folks to amuse themselves with. country there never was a time when grief so solved to become a woman, and to throw
Then the bureau has a white cover on it, the away her bottle, with its poisonous drink. abounded—when desolation was written on so
Weeks passed away—the mother worked,
bed a pretty quilt, the pillows nice white many homes and so many hopes. I hear so and the mother was tired; but no Bridget There is also a closet, with bowls, tea-cups,
cases, and the rocking-chair a clean tidy. much that weighs me down that I sometimes
was called to get the gin, for the gin was not think even the Almighty Himself must be opwanted. Better things had taken its place, necessary articles for cooking; and a snug
sorts of pressed by the misery which His eye sees all
and better days had already come, which over this suffering world. But He sees beyond brought to mind those happy times when the cloaks; and there are quite a good many in
little place for dresses, overcoats, hats and all this. A thousand years are to Him as one bright young Mary milked her father's cowe it, all arranged in nice order. day, and He knows all the joy that is to come and tended her father's flocks, in a far-off —all the good that is to follow this hour of land, and when she married the kind, steady
These are Mrs. Shelley's rooms; and the We know that He is love and in this
man, who got her a nice home, and good things which I have written about, are all love we must rest ourselves as the disquieted, food to eat, and clothes to wear,
hers, and nearly all bought with the money distressed child rests in the arms of its mother. Poor Mary Shelley-it was a sad day for
which she has earned in the last fifteen But how hard it is for us to rest. We cannot her, when her beloved Thomas was placed
months. forget our sorrows ; we cannot choke down in the grave. Her heart is a warm one, and Her food is cooked upon that nice stove; our sufferings; we do not have strength to rise even now, at the end of seven long years, she sleeps in that large, comfortable bed, and above them. We hear our children calling for the tears trickle down her cheeks like rain hangs her dresses in that snug closet; and comforts that we cannot give them ; we look whenever she speaks of him. She was not when she comes from work at night, and the at our brave soldiers, and our hearts ache for left penniless, but her little purse was soon little ones get home from school, and sit them. How many mothers, wives, sisters, emptied, and the poor widow, who had had around the table which their good mother daughters, lovers, there are to whom every
only her own house and children to attend has spread for them, they are as joyous a hour brings renewed anxieties for the fate of to, knew not what to do. In her distress, group, as you would wish to see. Now, if
she sold a feather bed, and bought food for "mother is tired,” her children sing their How many, too, there are, not the beloved.
herself and little ones; but this did not last sweet little hymns, and the mother rests, connected with the army, who feel their bur
long, and she was forced to look for work. thinking of that good time, soon coming, den is heavier than they can bear.
Very soon she found several good places, when these helpless ones will be fitted to As I was thinking of all this wretchedness I
where she washed, or scrubbed, or white- take care of themselves, and to become usetook up the gospel of St. John and read the ac
washed, by the day, and so she managed to ful members of society, and laborers in their count of the betrayal of our Lord. His words to Peter, who had smitten the high priest's keep herself and children quite comfortable; Lord's vineyard; and she thinks, too, of that
but evil company came about her, and then still better time when there will be no more servant, made a deep impression, “ The cup
she began to drink, and grew worse and sin, and no more suffering, but God will take which my Father bath given me, shall I not
, and give us a home in that drink it?” Jesus was our example, how quietly Mrs. Conner's room. Now, I do not mean bright world which he has prepared for those and sweetly He resigned Himself to suffering
who love him. to say anything more about these old, bad to suffering so great, that when it approached times, but will stay with the new, happy Happy woman! Happy that she escaped Him still nearer, He pleaded in agony that, if it Mrs. Shelley, whom we left in the dark loft. in time, and did not wake in eternity, with were possible, it might pass from Him. We She earned, and saved, and went to meet- the sins of her children upon her head. She cannot suffer as He suffered for us; we cannot ings, and sent her children to church and turned from sin and saved her family. suffer so deeply and acutely that He cannot Sanday-school, and went to church herself; Little children, what can we do? Can sympathize with us. It does not help us to and when the Summer was ended, and the we not do as much as that poor woman in
the Drunken House ? Yes, we can go to God, and he will take away our sins as he did her’s; and though you are little, you can pray for the poor, wicked, drunken creatures whom you meet, and God will bless your prayers. Then, when you are bigger, go to their homes and talk to them; that is the way to show that you really love and care for their souls, and that is one way to make yourself happy. Go to one such house as I have described, and turn one poor sinner from the error of her ways, then you “ shall save a soul from death, and hide a multitude of sins."
THE NEW KEY.-"Aunt,” said a little girl, “I believe I have found a new key to unlock people's hearts, and make them so willing”
“What is the key ?” asked her aunt.
“It is only one little word; guess what ?" But aunt was no guesser.
“ It is please,” said the child : “aunt, it is please. If I ask one of the great girls in school, Please show me my parsing lesson,' she says, 'Oh, yes!' and helps me. If I ask Sarah, “ Please do this for me,'no matter, she'll take her hands out of the suds and do it. If I ask uncle, * Please,' he says, 'Yes, puss, if I can ;' and if I say, ' Please, aunt,'
u What does aunt do ?” said aunt herself.
“Oh! you look and smile just like mother ; and that is the best of all,"cried the little girl, throwing her arms around her aunt's neck, with a tear in
Perhaps other children will like to know about this key; and I hope they will use it also, for there is great power in the small, kind courtesies of life.-Sunday-School Visitor.
But steadily upward, inch by inch,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the beauteous land."
and she was continually manifesting that bePut it into its web at last,
lief; for her little acts of kindness, little words “Bravo! bravo !" the king cried out,
of love were so abundant and so wide-spread, "All honor to those who try !
that at her death, the cry of the poor and The spider up there defied despairHe conquered; why shouldn't I !"
needy was as one universal wail; and the disAnd Bruce of Scotland braced his mind,
tressed felt that they had indeed lost a friend, And as gossips tell the tale,
That my grandmother was somewhat pecuHe tried once more, as he tried before,
liar, I must acknowledge; but she had many And that time he did not fail.
peculiarities which all wonld do well to adopt; For the Advocate and Guardian.
and one is this, of training children to acts of
benevolence. I remember her saying to me ATTRACTIVE AND REPELLENT INDUSTRY.
one day, that my verse in the Bible was, “Open Don't, mothers, in the name of all that is
thy month and judge righteously, and plead humane, make labor disgusting to your chil
the cause of the poor and needy ;" and she dren. Why, work is our birth-right on this
hoped I would prove it some time. I was earth; we must work, but let necessity be looked upon as a blessing, and not a curse, by puzzled to know how I came into possession
of any particular verse in the Bible, but upon your offspring, and teach them to love duty. inquiry, I ascertained that in some places and Oh! would that I could barn into every nio
among some people, the last chapter of Prothers' heart, who never have a spare moment
verbs was regarded as a sort of fortune-book ; to listen to questions of eager young minds
and that a person, born on the first day of the who never are at leisure to hear what it has
month, may claim the first verse, one born on cost your child so much effort to frame into a
the second day, the second verse, and so on. tellable story about that last, sad fault which
And I being born on the ninth day, had a right lies like a heavy weight on the conscience, and
to appropriate to myself the beautiful passage will not be removed because you are too busy
above-named. to notice anything unusual in her manner. You
I should not have expected a sensible Chrisare teaching her to detest work, you are saying
tian like my grandmother, would lend her to her, "go elsewhere with your confidences, I influence to any unanthorized opinion; but, have no time to waste over them." Alas!
fortunately, this did me no harm, and my mind alas! how often she does go to others, not to
dwelt more upon the text and its connection confess faults, but for sympathy, and sympathy with myself, than it did upon the origin of the others bestow, words others hear which you
idea ; and I was not only taught that this was only should have heard. "No man that wir.
my verse and a sort of guide for my life, but I reth entangleth himself with the affairs of this
was led on to those little acts of mercy which I life, that he may please Him who hath chosen
have named and taught to delight in them. him to be a soldier.”—2 Tim. 2. 4.
Sometimes I had a basket of boquets to disCan you not make your own and your chil
tribute among her sick friends, sometimes a dren's necessary employments pleasing ! Oh!
cup of jelly or a paper of nice tea and if love be wanting-(you start at such a
the poor invalid ; sometimes a kettle of soup thought, albeit it a possible and natural con
or gruel ; and sometimes a closely packed plate clusion)—dear mothers, for the sake of Him of hot dinner for a destitute neighbor ; and who died, cultivate love for your own children.
eren the spiritual wants of the amicted were Yon would smile if you should say that you not forgotten, and the dying bed of poor black loved your carpets, furniture and house better
Flora was soothed and gladdened by the chilthan those who are “bone of your bone and dish strains from the little messenger with flesh of your Aesh.” Yet, to these senseless
grandmother's hymn-book. objects you give the most of your time. What
There was no task about this work; no forcshall we eat, drink and wear are seemingly ing of childish inclinations; no jarring of childmore important questions to you than any ish interests; the little heart was ever willother. These you seek first, and there is never
ing and the little hands were ever ready. It enough added. I entreat of you, beloved mo- was commenced in time, and why may not all thers and sisters, leave not out that "first"
parents and guardians educate their children to when you read, Matthew, 6. 33. Let not the
a like benevolence? Why is every birthday kingdom of God and His righteousness be last
and every great festival set apart chiefly for sought, then shall all labor be one of love, con
the reception of presents and selfish indulsequently, pleasant and attractive.
gences, and why is not the child taught the great lesson that it is more blessed to give than
to receive? Why is the first question, BRING THEM UP TO IT.
can I hare?" instead of, “ What can I give ?"
Let the subject be brought before our little Almost as long ago as I can remember, my
ones, and they will soon learn that there is a grandmother sent me on errands of mercy.
joy in the lighting up of one sad face and the Her creed seemed to be in conformity with the
cheering of one lone heart, that the selfish sweet little hymn we so often hear, that,
| grasp of no childish treasure ever can inpart. “Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
BY ELIZA COOK.
ONCE Bruce of Scotland flung him down
In a lonely mood to think ; 'Tis true he was a monarch and wore & crown,
But his heart was beginning to sink.
To make his people glad;
And his heart was sore and sad,
He fung himself down in sore despair,
As grieved as man could be ;
"I must give up at last," said he.
With its silken cobweb clue;
To see what the spider would do.
Straight up with strong endeavor ;
As near the ground as ever.
And traveled a half-yard higher,
And a road where its feet would tire.
But again it quickly mounted;
Nine brave attempts were counted.
Will strive no more to climb,
And tumbles every time.
For the Advocate and Guardian.