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times! I was once asked by a gentleman at whose

WISE AND UNWISE PARENTS, house I was dining in Washington, "What was the most pitiful sight I ever saw ?” After a little thought,

ONCE went to see a poor woman who I said, “An old child ; a child that is not yet in its

was very ill. After a few moments' teens, yet with wrinkles in its face; a child made old

conversation, I inquired whether she by hard usage; whose brow is furrowed by the plough

had any relatives living, and where share of sorrow ;—that is one of the most pitiful sights

her husband was. on earth!”

“My husband died many years back, We underrate the capacity of a child to suffer, as

ma'am, and I've only one daughter." we do often its ability to understand. Many a young

“And does she know of your illness ?” thing has wept scalling tears at the consciousness of

“She wouldn't care if she did,” said the poor being a drunkard's child.

mother, bursting into tears. Do not the little ones suffer? God help them ! and

“Not care ?" inspire every friend of humanity to stretch out a help- No, ma'am ;” and by degrees I learned that this ing hand to these despairing, wretched, but innocent girl had been indulged and humoured by her weak victims of the horrible vice of drunkenness!

mother, encouraged in her love of dress and finery, While labouring among children, I have been deeply and that now, althoughi holding a situation where she impressed with the importance of the work; and I was earning good wages, she not only refused to assist believe just in proportion as we neglect the right train

her mother in any way, but had not been to see her ing of children in these important principles, we lose

for months, whilst living in the same town, and our hold on the public mind. These little ones are

within half an hour's walk. growing up rapidly to influence, and in a great measure

“I see it all now, ma'am, when it is too late ; my to govern, society. Their power for good or evil is girl was a very pretty child, and I was so foolish as greatly increasing year by year. Start them right :

to praise her beauty, and liked to dress her up smart, and surely abstinence from stimulating drinks is right.

and let her have her own way in everything, and stay “Teach them temperance," say sonie.

What is tem

away from school to go out walking with her giddy perance ? The moderate gratification of a natural young companions; and this is the end of it all.” 'appetite. Is the appetite for intoxicating drinks a

This one of the greatest of all earthly sorrows, “a natural appetite?' No! Is not total abstinence safe ?

thankless child,” this most bitter cup, will be the Is not drinking a risk ? Then, help to save and secure

certain consequence of setting a bad example to the children-I will not say, from the evil that must

children, or neglecting to bring them up: 'properly. come on them by drinking, but which may.

Always let a child feel that you mean what you say; Parents are influenced" by their children. Vany a

avoid all hasty, passionate words; “provoko not your man has been saved by the instrumentality of his

children to wrath, but bring them up in the nurture child. A very useful worker 'in the temperance field

and admonition of the Lord.” Most truly did Solomon in Scotland was reformed by hearing his little child

say, “A wise son maketh a glad father; but a foolish ask his mother, who was reading to 'her children the

son is the heaviness of his mother.” twenty-fifth chapter of Matthew, “Will father be among

Blessed be God, there are parents whose hearts rise the goats when Jesus comes ?” . Another man I knew

in daily gratitude to the Author and Giver of all good was reformed by his child's asking him a simple question. things, for the blessing of good and obedient children. He had stolen the Testament the little girl had received

A worthy and industrious couple, known to me, had as a gift from her Sunday-school teacher, and solil

brought up decently and respectably a family of nine it for drink.

children. When on her death-bed, she asked,

The father was a gardener, and the mother “Father, when I go to heaven, suppose Jesus should kept a mangle. The two elder girls, eighteen and ask me what you did with 'my little Testament, what

nineteen years of age, had served their time to a dressshall I tell Him ?” He told me that was like a flash

maker, and were just beginning to earn a little for of lightning through him ; and before the child died,

themselves, when the poor mother was suddenly seized she held his hand in hers, while He cried, “God be

with a dangerous complaint. “I'm sure I don't know merciful to me a sinner!"

what all those poor little ones will do with no mother Some of the little fellows who became members of

to look after them,” said one of the neighbours to me. the “Cold Water Army” twenty years ago, thank God

I called at the house. A neatly dressed, modestfor it to-day. I grant you some may not keep their

looking young woman opened the door. I asked her if pledge ; but many do—that we know.

she was any relation to Mrs. Stanfield, the sick woman. A barrel of liquor was being carted up a street in

“I am her eldest daughter, ma'am ; I have been Boston, when, by accident, it rolled off and the head

out at work. My sister Mary used to go with me, but was driven in. One of the spectators, seeing the

since poor mother's illness we have both stayed at liquor spilt, said, “Oh, what a pity !” “Oh no, sir,"

home. I nurse mother, who says she would rather said a little boy, “it is not a pity ; it had better be on

have me than a stranger about her, and Mary looks God's earth, than in God's image.”

after the little ones.” From the Autobiography of J. B. Gough.

This was said so modestly, with such an entire

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absence of anything like parade, that I was quite pleased. I asked if I could see her mother.

“Oh yes, ma'am, she will be so glad to see you ; she was hoping you would soon come again."

Poor Mrs. Stanfield's face bore the traces of great suffering, yet there was a look of happiness and deep

her countenance as her daughter came into the room, which could not be mistaken. She named me to her mother, and left the room. I expressed my sorrow at seeing her so ill.

“Oh, ma'am! I have much, very much to be thankful for. When I was first taken, it seemed to

“You do, indeed, seem blessed in your children,” I said. “ Your eldest daughter appears to be a great comfort to you."

The invalid mother's eyes filled with tears of love and gratitude. “Oh, ma'am ! I could not tell you what Susan is to me; surely God will bless her and prosper her. She was to have been married, ma'am, to a respectable and steady young man, as soon as she had saved a little money at her work; but I was no sooner taken bad, than she gave up all her work, and said no one should nurse her mother but herself. She is an example to all her brothers and sisters.”

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as if all was dark and sad. I could not help Mrs. Stanfield long continued ill, and her bodily thinking of my poor little ones, and of what they would sufferings were great; yet the sunshine of domestic do without me. But how merciful God has been to happiness was always beaming in that chamber of me! My greatest trouble was about my young pain and weakness, and the poor mother felt that if it children; and now, I have no further care or anxiety

should please God to take her from amidst her little on their account, for my daughter Mary, without a word family, her daughters would fill her place, and with of regret, left her work, and has taken the entire care filial affection carry out all her wishes. Such, with of them, and they are so happy and so quiet, that I feel God's blessing, were the results of consistent training they could not be better cared for if I were with them.” and parental government in the way of loving obedience.

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AVING your tea, Mrs. Tilly?” said a

kindly-looking man as he entered a cottage.

At the table sat a very thin, sharpfeatured woman, who gave him anything but a cordial welcome.

He did not seem, however, to notice her manner, for he advanced in a cheery, friendly way, and seated him.self on the other side of the little table.

There was no resisting his gentle, pleasant smile and words, and, just as the ice-bound stream melts under the rays of the sun, so did the heart of Mrs. Tilly give


“I never was given to dirt nor laziness," she answered, with a smile of pleasure at his compliment.

“What a comfortable little home you have !” he said, looking round; “larger wouldn't suit you, being alone, and"

She interrupted him in a sharp key, saying, “You're out there, Mr. Tindall! It's a great deal too small; though I am a lone woman, that's no reason why I should be kept like a mouse in a trap, I suppose !"

Instead of taking offence at her angry tone, he said

way, as he went on to remark on the brightness of her small but glowing fire, and declare “it was no wonder it made such merry flames, being in so bright a grate !"


laughing, “ No, no, my friend, you are no mouse; but though” (here he looked on the neatly coloured walls if you were, you could leave your trap when you around him) “ anything but fit for one. pleased, that's a comfort !"

“I could barely stand upright,” he continued, “and “Comfort !" she cried ; "you must look a long way it was so dark, it was some time before I could make to find that in this world, I think !"

out clearly what was around me; the only light from “Do you say that?” he asked, as if surprised. the outside came through the hole by which I had “Well, well—how differently people look on things!” entered. The noise, groaning or singing, whichever it

“Things aren't the same to all,” she replied in the might be, ceased as I tried to see what the place was same peevish tone; “there's Mary Skitt, at the next like. It was some time before I discovered on the house-just because she's got a husband to help her ground a heap of straw, and on it lying an old woman, with good wages and in many ways, her landlord is whose eyes were fixed on me with a ghastly stare of going to put up an oven for her, and to build up the surprise and terror ; by her side lay a platter, with a little shed by the wall for a wash-house! And there's few morsels of blackish-looking bread, and an earthen that old Timothy Green, as owns this poor place of pitcher. mine-why, he won't so much as put on a tile without “I took a step or two towards her, and said, my going at him for it ever so long. Oh, it's what I Mother, I hope I haven't frightened you by coming say! them as can't help themselves must be content in so freely I' to get along without help!” she exclaimed, finding “She didn't answer at first; but when I had said a that no answer came to her complaint.

few kind words, and told her that I came in the name “You couldn't spare me a cup of tea, perhaps ?” of the Lord, she raised herself on her elbow, and said Mr. Tindall, as though he had not heard it. “I such a look of grateful joy came over her poor, thin, think there's nothing so chcering as a cup of tea when dark face as I shall never forget.” you want it.”

“Poor creature ! No wonder she had been groaning, “Oh, it is !” she answered with alacrity. “I do then !" cried Mrs. Tilly. love my tea! but you can't get good tea now-a-days; Her companion smiled and shook his head, then this is some that my niece, living in Bristol, sent me, continued : “Suddenly her expression changed, and and very nice it is. What the grocers sell hereabouts she gave me a searching glance, and said in a low is made from the hedges—not worth drinking.” voice, You're no priest?' 'No,' I answered firmly.

The cup of tea was praised deservedly, and Mrs. Nor sent by the priest?' she asked. 'No,' I answered Tilly insisted on adding a slice of bread-and-butter. again; upon which she lifted up her poor bony

She complained that, having no good place to keep hands and poured out a thanksgiving to God her it in, her loaf got very dry, before she could finish it; Father. and as to the butter, dear as it was, she believed 66"It is marrow and fatness He is for ever feeding it was half lard. “ But there! it's no

me with !' she cried, almost with tears, of joy; and plaining, is it?" she cried, as if half-ashamed of her when I took out my Bible and read to her (or rather grumbling

repeated the words, for it was too dark to see print), He declared she had given him a most sumptuous she seemed to be almost in heaven. meal, and added, "Ah, my friend! I wish you could “She told me she had some leaves of a New Testahave seen what I saw once in Ireland.”

ment hidden in her straw, and that when the light “What was that ?" she asked with interest.

came in well she could read, and it was her meat and “I'll tell you with pleasure,” he said. “I was travel- drink. She added that every time the priest came ling with tracts and books, when I missed my road (but it was not often), she was afraid of his finding and got into a boggy place, where I began to be afraid out that she had that treasure. But I don't believe I should sink altogether; but at last I found firm He will let it be taken from me,' she said. ground, and I sat down on the turf and thanked God “I knelt by her and prayed heartily for her and who had helped me out of my danger.

with her. When I ceased she said, “You haven't “When I had rested, I looked round to see which praised, and blessed, and thanked His holy nare way I had best take. Close by my side I saw a large half enough!' mound of clay and turf; it might have been a grave. “I repeated the 103rd Psalm, and she was overI went round it and thought I heard a noise as of come with grateful joy, and I could willingly, had some one in distress. Quite at the back I saw a hole, time allowed me, have remained with her much longer; and I stooped down and found it was the opening to a but I was obliged to go. house! Now I heard the sounds plainly enough, but “While I was bidding her good-bye, I asked if I couldn't make out whether they were groans or some she wanted anything; which seemed a foolish question one making a very poor attempt at singing."

to one who, it was plain to see, wanted everything “Queer singing ! but go on,” she cried, getting that this world could give. I sha'n't forget her answer. interested in the story.

“« Want ?' she cried, “Want! What can I want? “ I found that by crawling on my hands and knees With God for my Father, and Jesus Christ for my I could get in,” he continued ; I soon got inside Saviour, and all that bread to eat' (pointing to the what was evidently meant for a human dwelling, platter that held the fragments), 'what can I want ?'




“I said, “Then is there nothing you will let me do

GOD'S WAY OF PEACE. for you or get for you?'

“She looked round and said, 'Yon pitcher is empty -isn't it?' I told her it was. “Ay; and Pat will be

Rue religion is true happiness. No late back,' she answered; ‘so if you'll just take it to

one has so good a right to be the spring and fill it, I'll thank you, and the Lord's

peaceful and joyful as the Christian. love that puts it into your heart to do it.'

He has God for a Father, Christ "Gladly I filled the pitcher; and I felt as I left the

for a Saviour, heaven for an cabin that there was not a richer woman in existence

eternal and glorious home. His to my knowledge."

sins are all forgiven. All things Mrs. Tilly was silent.

work together for his good. Death, which “ You agree with me, friend ?” he asked.

is so dreadful to others, is gain to him. If these “Yes,” she said, after a pause ; " and I wish I was things do not fill him with joy and peace, I do not more like her.”

know what can. "Stop !" she cried, as her visitor, after a little more To be happy is our duty as well as our privilege. It talk, was leaving; “ you never said what the noise was ; is when others see us to be always rejoicing that they not groaning, I suppose ?"

learn the value of faith. Nothing is so likely to lead “ No,” he answered; "she said she was 'easing her the unconverted to a serious concern for salvation as heart by trying to sing a hymn, and when I came in an example of Christian cheerfulness, especially when she thought it was the priest, and that made her look displayed in the midst of trial and sorrow. Solomon so frightened, for it was a hymn about Jesus.''

says, that “the laughter of fools is as the crackling of “Poor thing! poor thing !” said Mrs. Tilly; and the thorns under a pot ;” that is, it flames up very brightly words “What can I want ?" returned to her with for a short time, and then it dies out, leaving only cold, wonderful force more than once when a discontented dark ashes behind. Just such is the mirth of the unfit began to come over her; so that, looking around on godly. Even in this world it lasts but for a little the comforts she possessed, and thinking of the poor while. The drunkard's song, the profane jest, the loud Irish woman on her straw in the dark cabin, she was laugh of the foolish and thoughtless, often hide a heavy constrained to cry, “Ah, she could be happy and heart, and soon give place to shame and sorrow. Then want nothing, because she knew she had God for her death comes and ends it all. Very different to this is Father and Jesus Christ for her Saviour. I see how

the joy and peace with which the God of hope fills it is—till I know what she knew, I shall never be free those who believe. from want, whatever I may have; never, never !”

'Tis religion that can give
Sweetest pleasure while we live;
'Tis religion must supply

Solid comfort when we die.

After death its joys will be
AUGHT hast thou, poor child of sin-

Lasting as eternity!
Pardon, peace, and heaven to win;

Be the living God my Friend,
Wherefore wouldst thou plead delay

Then my bliss shall never end.
When thy Saviour says to-day?
This is what thy work must be-
Trust in Him who died for thee.

What is penance ? What is prayer,

HEN the Saviour, and the soldiers, with the Daily fasting, midnight care,

two thieves, had arrived at the place called Sighs and tears, and watchings deep, Where the waving willows weep,

Calvary, the three crosses were laid on the If thou hast not in thy plea,

ground ; that of Jesus, which was doubtless taller than Trust in Him who died for thee?

the other two, being placed, in bitter scorn, in the

midst. Perhaps the cross-beam was now nailed to the Leave thy feelings, leave thy fears,

upright; and certainly the title, which had either been Leave thy labours, sighs, and tears; Leave thy burden with the Lord;

borne by Jesus, fastened round His neck, or carried by Take the Master at His word :

some of the soldiers in front of Him, was now nailed

to the summit of His cross. Let thy work of merit be,

He was stripped of His Trust in Ilim who died for thee.

clothes, and then followed the most awful moment of

all. He was laid down upon the implement of torture. Then the joy which angels own

His arms were stretched along the cross-beam, and at Shall be thine by faith alone; Thou shalt taste the balm of peace,

the centre of the open palms the point of a huge iron Feel the prisoner's sweet release,

nail was placed, which, by the blow of a mallet, was Enter heaven, where prophets be:

driven firmly into the wood. Next through either Trust in Him who died for thee.

foot separately, or possibly through both together, as



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