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“Do! there's plenty to be done,” said Betsey, HOW TO MEET HOME TROUBLES.
peevishly; “I can't get this child to lie down for a ERE now,” said an honest prosperous working | minute, and how can I put things straight? There, man to his wife, as they stopped at the door just look at the mess those brats have got into while
of a clean newly-painted house in a small | I --” was gossiping with Mrs. White, she might street, out of the noise and bustle of the town, “will have said, but she did not. Moreover, she had so this do for you ? Here's no dirt to begin with ; it's as accustomed the baby to the rocking-chair, where she clean as a new penny;" and Richard Moore good- chose to sit talking, or doing nothing but swing backhumouredly began to point out all the comforts and wards and forwards, deluding herself into the idea that beauties of this new home.
it was wholly on his account—that he certainly did Mrs. Moore looked pleased and satisfied, and said behave as if he meant to live in it altogether. there would be some pleasure in keeping things nice Seizing a brush, Susan swept up the ashes and now that she should get away from the smoke and dirt tried to coax back the fire which had dwindled to of their present neigh
a spark. The breakfast bourhood, where she
things stood unwashed never could keep any
on a table. Here stood thing clean and tidy, if
an empty kettle, there a she tried for a hundred
candlestick and saucepan years.
had rolled together; here So they moved into
a piece of crust had the pretty clean house,
found its way into an old and very nice it looked
shoe, and on the floor for a week or two. There
the two children were was a little parlour and
delighting their minds a comfortable kitchen,
by stirring up their and two airy bedrooms,
bread and milk left from and a good supply of
breakfast with a dirty water. Richard put
comb. shelves, and hammered
In a very few minutes, in nails and hooks, and
however, Susan set the left nothing undone that
chairs in their places, he could do to make “a
filled the kettle, and place for everything,"
began to wash the breakhoping that Betsey would
fast things, talking kindremember her part of the
ly but anxiously to her proverb, and keep"every
sister all the while. thing in its place.”
“It is past eleven, But, alas, a change
Betsey,” said she, presoon came over the scene;
sently; "Richard will be and the collector, who
in to dinner, I suppose, called punctually for the
soon after twelve; perrent, declared that it was
haps you've got someof no use to paint and
thing doing in the oven paper for such people,
for him.” for whatever the husband
“ Perhaps I haven't,” might be, the wife had no The collector called punctually for the rent.
said Betsey ; "I can't do notion of things at all.
everything. But there's One morning, as Mrs. Moore sat in the rocking-chair some cold meat in the cupboard, and may be some in the kitchen with a baby in her arms, and two other potatoes too, for I boiled too many yesterday. I children, not much beyond babyhood, tumbling about wish, Susan, you would make Richard see that he at her feet, while a neighbour stood leaning against the ought to keep a servant for me; I've no peace of my dresser in the midst of an idle gossip, a gentle tap at
I'm sure I'd never have married him if I'd the door announced a visitor. Betsey Moore looked thought to come to this!" and she rocked away with vexed, and gossiping Mrs. White, with a quick redoubled vigour. “good-day," hurried off; while Susan Taylor, in her Susan was just then busy with the “cold meat,” morning gown, clean apron, and neat bonnet, walked which, with bones, bits of fat, and a quantity of cold in, with a smiling pleasant face.
potatoes all mixed up in a dirty pie-dish, did not look “Mother is staying with the children a few minutes, very tempting. “You won't be offended, Betsey, will Betsey, so I just ran here to see if I could do anything you, if I just make this into a little Irish stew? It isn't for you,” said she, cheerfully.
nice for him in this state."
“Well, if there's time—and you're very handy to be give him good food, he'll think he must make it up in sure; it would be nicer, of course, and I think there's drink, and then-_" a bit of a chop hanging in the pantry as well ;” and “Oh, that reminds me," interrupted Betsey," do you Betsey did look rather ashamed.
know about that neighbour of yours, Mrs. Watson? The saucepan had to be washed, salt pinched up Why, Mrs. White says— from the bottom of a box, pepper hunted after in a “Don't tell me anything,” said Susan; “ I'm afraid drawer. Then an onion had to be searched for which she's going wrong, and I've been trying to make friends had rolled off the shelf ; and at last Susan contrived to with her for the sake of her
children.” make a savoury dish likely to tempt a hungry man. “Make friends with her? Indeed you'll demean
“Now, dear Betsey, give me the baby while you yourself, I can tell you, if you do that. Mrs. White just wash those little ones, and smooth your own hair; says she drove her husband into bad ways with her you always used to keep it so nice, and when it temper, and now they both drink away all they have to hangs as it does now you don't seem like the same live upon."
“Oh, that dreadful drink!” said Susan, earnestly, “Well, I've no time to keep myself nice," grumbled “May God help us to keep ourselves and ours from it; Betsey. "To listen to you one might think you didn't we don't know what we may come to when that know what it is to have a lot of children always in the begins.” way. I'm sure I don't know what to do with them, they're the plague of one's life.
"Oh, Betsey, don't say that. Oh, I do wish you knew the comfort of having God's blessing in your
BUILDING FROM THE TOP. home; it helps wonderfully to keep things straight, both in our tempers and our work, and it makes like
Ut will you begin to build your spire sunshine of everything."
from the top?" said an elderly Chris“It's no use talking, Susan; I don't see why I
tian lady, who was sitting in her wheelshould be a slave from morning till night just to
chair, and had been calmly listening please Richard, when he cares nothing about home
to the conversation which was passing now.”
in the room. Her question was gravely “Ah, Betsey, it was just that made me come here
addressed to an ardent young clergyman, this morning; for Richard was no less than four times
who was at that time very busy in a last week in a public-house, and last night William
new district to which he had recently made him come to our house instead, aud he talked
been appointed. He was full of his reasonably enough ; but he said - I hardly like to tell plans, and was telling of his temporary church and you, Betsey."
schools, and parochial clubs, and the new church Oh, you may tell, for anything I care. I know which he was building. A nobleman in the neighthis, that the other night, when the children were in bourhood had ordered the tower of it to be raised bed, I set to, and scrubbed and cleaned till my arms
higher, and a spire to surmount it; and another noble ached, and I got a lot of clothes washed, and Richard person had ordered a peal of new bells for this new could see I wasn't idle; but all the praise I got was
tower. his going off in a huff, saying he didn't want to be
young friend's heart was very full of thankful. swilled into the street, nor swept into the grate, and
ness and hope, and out of the abundance of his gladthat he hated to sit where things were hanging to dry.
ness he went on to say what services there were to be So I gave up there and then, and sat down and nearly in the new church, and to speak about the organ and cried my eyes out.”
the choir, the painted window, and how he was now “Oh, Betsey, Betsey, did you really do all this with gathering his congregation. your husband in the house wanting to rest quietly after his day's work? Indeed, I don't wonder he went and when there was a little pause, asked her quesout.”
tion,-“Will you begin to build your spire from the “It's very odd to me that you always take my husband's part,” exclaimed Betsey, angrily.
“Oh, grandmamma!” said several voices at once; but “Do try more, dear sister, for Richard's sake, and the lady meant something, and looked to the clergyman your own and the children's sakes, to make your
for an answer. home more comfortable for him. Indeed you don't “No, not from the top, but from the foundation.” know what you are doing by vexing him so as to
The lady said, “That is right—that is right," and make him go out when he ought to have a happy
went on with her knitting. fireside to sit down to."
Soon after this the lady was taken away, but the unShe then added : "Forgive me for speaking so plain, explained words were associated in the clergyman's dear Betsey, and do think it over yourself. And now, mind and memory with their author. Time passed on, couldn't you just say to Richard that you'll have a nice and the church, tower, and spire, all were completed, warm supper for him in the evening, fot if you
don't and the intended services were duly commenced and
ter The lady had been silently listening to all this,
continued, and everything was as successful as the How many build from the top! What a charm heart of the clergyman could desire.
And so years
there is in this baseless vision for thousands of really passed on, and with it manifold works, and many earnest-minded persons! What a solemn delusion it is services—forms of godliness without the power there- to attempt to minister reconciliation when one has not of, till it pleased God to bring him to a faithful yet received it oneself ! to preach forgiveness through friend who said to him abruptly one day, “ You will the blood while one is a stranger to it !to profess and never do any good in your parish till you are con- call oneself a Christian, and all the time to be only a verted.”
poor, lost, Christless sinner, unconverted, unpardoned ! His stricken soul was now agitated with new and —without the Spirit, without mercy, without God, strange fears. Was he indeed wrong, and had he been without hope ! wrong all along, and had he deceived and misled others, many of whom were now beyond his reach, and gone to their awful account? Saul of Tarsus slew the
THE SWEARING GRENADIER.* bodies of happy Christians, and released their souls to heaven; but he had been slaying souls! This was in
HE Devon militia," writes the Rev. R. Knill, deed an overwhelming conviction, and it filled his soul
was about to be disbanded at Barnwith darkness and despair ; for he saw that he was
staple. The regiment consisted of one guilty before God, and guilty of blood—the blood of
thousand men, who were soon to return souls !
to their families in almost every parish On the following Sunday morning he was unwell,
of the north division of the county. and unfit in mind and body to minister at the public A Sunday-school friend said to me, “What a noble service. It was a bright cheerful morning in October, opportunity there is for distributing religious tracts in and the bells struck out earlier than usual a merry peal,
all the dark villages around! The regiment will give which sounded away to a great distance, and many
us a thousand distributors, if we can only get them. people were responding to their musical call, so he conveyed to the men.' I said, 'How can it be roused himself up and went to church. The service
done?' To which he answered, 'I have not nerve was very soothing, the psalms and portions of Scripture enough to give the tracts to the soldiers ; but I will seemed especially to speak to him, the hymns greatly furnish you with the tracts, if you will circulate
them.' comforted him, and he went up into the pulpit
Agreed.' The tracts were obtained, and I briefly to explain the gospel of the morning, and
set about my work. then he would return home.
“The men were assembled in the barrack-yard, waitHe took for his text, “What think ye of Christ ?" ing for the signal to deliver up their arms. I made and as he pursued his discourse, he saw how Jesus, the my way to the pioneers, who stood at the right, and Son of God, came to save and deliver sinners from
said, 'Friends, will you take home a beautiful little the of sin and the devil, and that the Pharisees
book to your families ?' power
They joyfully received
them. were so taken up with themselves and their services, that they could not see Christ, to whom they pointed,
“I next came to the band. I took 'Christ the only as He was, though He was there speaking to them, Refuge from the Wrath to Come,' and offered it to the and appealing to His miracles and to the Word for
leader. He looked at me, and said, 'I understand testimony of His divinity. They were looking for
that you go about converting people ; can you convert. the future deliverer, and overlooking a present one.
me?' While he was thus enabled to speak, and by the
“. It is not in my power to convert people; but if it operation of the Holy Spirit plainly to see the mistake
were, the first person I would convert, sir, should be of the Pharisees, he could not but see and feel he Sergeant Reynolds.' Well,' said he, that is plain had been making exactly the same mistake himself.
enough.' But, in the midst of the discourse, it pleased the Lord
“Yes,' I added, and it is sincere too. Now, this. to show to our friend that Christ was the true and only
tract may convert you, sergeant; it was written by foundation, and—what the Pharisees did not seem that
that great man, Mr. Hervey, who wrote “Meditations He was the Lamb of God who beareth away the sins of
among the Tombs.”
Ah,' said he, 'I have read that the world. His soul was now as full of joy as it had book, and I will take your tract, and read it too. This been of misery ; truly he had “ beauty for ashes, the
was just what I wanted, for immediately all the
musicians took tracts. garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.” Now God had opened his eyes, and he saw that to work for
“I proceeded next to the grenadiers, who were all life was building without a foundation, and promoting pleased, until I came to one merry-andrew kind of sanctification before justification ; it was really be fellow. He took the tract and held up, swore at its ginning at the top, and building in imagination, in
and asked, ' Are you going to convert me?' the air. Groundless is the hope of such ; it is the
“I said, “Don't swear at the tract; you cannot hurt “hope of the hypocrite," which must surely fail, and
the tract, but swearing will injure your soul.' end in the miserable cry of the lost ones, and the wail
"Who are you?' he exclaimed. •Form a circle of despair and bitter remorse.
• From Life of Richard Knill, just published.
I returned from India to my native country, and forgave myself for that wicked act. But I hope it has visited Ilfracombe. There I was invited to preach in led me to repentance, and that God has forgiven me. the open air, a few miles distant. Preparations were And now, let me ask, will you forgive me?' made for my visit; and during the time that I was “It quite overcame me for the moment, and we preaching, I saw a tall, grey-headed man in the crowd parted with a prayer that we might meet in heaven. weeping, and a tall young man, who looked like his Is not this encouragement? May we not well say, son, standing by his side, and weeping also. At the one tract may save a soul ?”