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and the usual cheers of the boys were suspended, owing to the severe illness of the esteemed treasurer, R. H. Pigeon, Esq. Long may this noble Institution flourish, and may many yet unborn have occasion to commemorate King Edward, and its long list of benefactors.
S. PETER'S NATIONAL SCHOOLS, STANLEY. These schools, of which an engraving is given, were opened on the 7th of August, and the occasion was observed as one of rejoicing. The scholars, parishioners, &c., proceeded to Church, where prayers were said by the curate, the Rev. M. H. Simpson. At the conclusion of Divine Service, the congregation walked in procession to the schools, where a luncheon had been provided for them. The children were also entertained, and a number of Bibles and Prayer-Books distributed among them.
These schools are after designs by Messrs. Vickers and Hugall, architects, Pontefract. An appeal was made by the Rev. M. Simpson to the gentry of the neighbourhood, who have liberally furnished the funds, and enabled him to carry out the design in a most satisfactory manner.
The building comprises a school-room and master's house, the former being forty-eight feet long, and twenty-two feet broad, with an open timber roof, and lighted by six windows of three lights, and one at each end of five lights, with a lancet of each of the latter filled with stained glass quarries by Wailes. The principal entrance is by a south porch, and at each end of the north side are small doors for girls and boys respectively, opening into lobbies, having also an external door, fitted up for hats, cloaks, &c.
The master's house adjoins the building, as shown in the drawing, and contains a sitting-room, kitchen, and larder, on the ground floor, with suitable offices, and two bed-rooms above. The wood-work throughout is stained and varnished.
The style of the building is indicated in the drawing, and being built of a good sandstone, the gift of the Directors of the Aire and Calder Navigation Company, has a pleasing effect.
The school will accommodate 150 boys and girls, and the total cost is about £500.
CROSS LINES,-Lady Halket looking on a map, which she used as a screen, and observing many cross lines, remarked, “If the geographer had such skill to make all these short lines concur, to discover the usefulness
of his art for the help and direction of navigators, how much more can the great Maker of the universe order all the most cross dispensations to be useful for our direction in our Christian journey!”
The Children's Corner.
ROSE EGLINGTON, THE STOLEN CHILD.
(Concluded from p. 190.) That very night everything was done as they had arranged, and Rose bade farewell to the gipsy camp, being accompanied for more than half the way by her faithful friend Mary. They parted, but not without many tears and many hopes for the future. As soon as Mary was left to herself, a thousand varying thoughts came over her—thoughts of the past, in which were blended the many pleasant hours she had passed with Rose; thoughts of the future, in which she fancied herself once more in her father's house, and once more clasped in a mother's fond embrace. Thus she arrived at the village far sooner than she could have imagined ; at least the variety of her thoughts beguiled the length of the journey, and made it appear much shorter than it really was. There were no lights gleaming in the cottage windows, but all was still and hushed. So Rose returned into the fields, and slept in the open air all night, as she had done many times before. In the morning when she awoke, she did not like to go into the vil. lage alì at once. But at length she summoned resolution, and wearied and worn with anxious thought, she sat her down by the churchyard. She was overcome by her feelings, and sobbed aloud. The Rector's house was opposite, and he for a while marked her sorrow, and then came and spoke to her himself. She told him her history in a few simple artless words, and when she had done so, he said, “ Cheer up, and don't weep. Good may yet be in store for you. I will make inquiries, and see what can be done. Meanwhile you may go to the Rectory, and after you have had something to eat, I will come and converse with you.”
Meanwhile, somewhere about the same time, there was great consternation in the gipsy camp. They, however, had no idea that she had effected her escape, but were very much afraid that something had happened to her. Search was made in different directions, and Mary set off at once to the village, whither Rose had gone. After making inquiries, she found that Rose had received shelter in the Rectory, and so without taking any further trouble in the matter, she went at once to her parents, as she had arranged not to return for a few days at least. She contrived to let Rose know that she was near at
hand, and would be ready to consult with her if anything should arise.
When Rose had finished her breakfast, the Rector sent for her, and examined more particularly into the account she had given him of her life, and then he said, “But did you never hear of God or go to Church during all this time ?”
“ Oh no, sir!" replied Rose, “nothing of that sort was ever done among us. The men used to say that a gipsy's life should be free.”
“Then you know nothing about God?” said the Rector inquiringly.
“Nothing but His Name, which I remember hearing from my mother."
"Poor girl," said the Rector. Then he took her into his garden.
“See,” said he, “this beautiful plant. A little while ago, it was only a seed in the ground, and now look what delicious flowers it bears. Look up to the sun and see how he sheds his beams over all. Look at those trees covered with leaves, and some with blossoms and some with fruit. The great God has made all these. And listen to the merry birds, how sweetly they sing. They never toil nor labour, and yet they have their food given them in season, for God feedeth them.”
“And does God take care of us too ?” asked Rose.
“Yes: He Who careth for the fowls of the air watches over every one of us. He it is Who has preserved you ever since you were taken away from your parents; and He, I hope, will yet enable me to discover them.”
After he had in this manner given her some idea of the care of God over His creatures, he left her, and went into the village to inquire from some of his parishioners, whether a child had been missed from the neighbourhood before he had come into that part. The smile that played upon his countenance on his return, told that he had not laboured in vain.
“May I hope ?” inquired Rose, as soon as she saw him.
“ Yes, I think you may; though we must not be too certain. I have learnt that Squire Eglington, of Collingfield, lost a daughter at the time of which you speak, and I intend to take you there to-morrow.”
“But Mary-what is to become of her ?” said Rose.
"O, you may be easy on that point; for I have seen her already, and she will be here at nine, as we must start early, having a long drive before us.”
Rose lay awake the greater part of that night, and at the first blush of morn she was up and dressed, and thought the time for commencing their journey would never come. However, come it did at last, and the three set out with mingled feelings of hope and fear. When they were driving up the avenue, Rose fancied she had a distant recollection of the poble large oak, but yet she could scarcely fancy that her parents lived in that great house which was before them. The Rector felt he had a difficult task to perform, and therefore he determined to see Mr. and Mrs. Eglington by themselves, and to leave Rose and Mary with the servants.
On entering the room where Mr. and Mrs. Eglington were sitting, he apologized for intruding upon them, but said he wished to know whether it were true that they had lost a little child some years before.
“ It is, alas ! too true,” replied the still sorrowing parents. “I do not wish to raise false hopes, but—" “But what !” exclaimed Mrs. Eglington. “But I met the day before yesterday with a most interesting girl, about sixteen, who was stolen by some gipsies, and has lived with them for ten years."
“ Has she large dark eyes ?” said Mrs. Eglington.
“Yes, and she wears a locket on her neck, on which is written · Rose.""
“ It is, it must be she," answered Mrs. Eglington. “Where -where is she now ?”
“I have brought her with me, and she is now below waiting to be summoned, should her hopes and mine be happily realized.”
In an instant parents and child were locked in fond embrace. The home that had been so long desolate, now assumed once more its cheerful appearance. The lines of care which had been traced in the father's and mother's face, gradually passed away; and from that day forth a new life broke in upon Rose. She was taught and trained in all Christian doctrine and practice, and grew up to womanhood the delight of her parents, and the beloved of all who knew her. Nor was her gipsy companion forgotten. Mr. Eglington, considering how mueh he was indebted to her, kept her as Rose's companion, with whom she also was taught. Years glided on comfortably and peaceably; and they, who had received such signal benefits from God, recognised in all the events of life His overruling providence, and showed forth their thankfulness, not only by their lips but by their lives.