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brightly from the rosy autumn sky, as if to bid a friendly “He thinks we can't go to the school this winter, but farewell to the poor, trembling children of men, and re- must both go and work in the factory. Father was mind them of the God who is from everlasting their speaking about it this morning, and he heard him.” Father and Redeemer. Mrs. Lindfelder had stood “And that has troubled you so, my poor boy?" said silently beside her husband for some time, looking the mother, gently lifting his head. sympathizingly at him. Now she laid her hand on his Dresy nodded and continued crying bitterly. An esshoulder, and said gently, " Anton, you must not always pression of pain passed over the father's face; he grew look down so sadly; look up to heaven, from whence our pale, pressed his hand to his eyes, and went quickly help cometh.”

into the house. The mother left her weeping boy and “Finy !" called at this moment a young strong voice hurried after him. from the top of the old tree,—“Finy, hold out your ap- Josephine had grown pale too: large tears stood in ron; I have found three-four-no, still more apples !” her clear blue eyes, and she asked tremblingly, “ Ah,

Even Anton Lindfelder involuntarily looked up with Tony, what is troubling my uncle so ? And why must the rest; and little Lena, who had learned to walk now, the poor boys go to the factory? Uncle was always sa toddled about, clapping her hands and calling again and against it.” again, “Apples! ob, apples !”

Tony bit his lips and was evidently struggling with Josephine did as she was told. The two boys, who painful emotions, but he answered as calmly as possible

, had just returned from the Sunday school, came running “In a week the mortgage on our house falls due. My up, and Tony, the eldest son, threw the yellow apples father must meet it, and he has no money; and our with their red cheeks carefully, one by one, into income is not enough to keep us now. Two-he and I Josephine's apron.

-must work for seven ; and in this dear time it is im“O auntie, look; how wonderful!" said the girl softly possible.” to Mrs. Lindfelder; "there are seven apples--exactly “You have forgotten me, Tony. I have served my one for each of us!”

time now, and can dress and iron with any one. Mrs. Mrs. Lindfelder smiled and went into the house to Stehwart has promised to get me customers for the winfetch bread for the children. Meanwhile Tony had ter. I will do my best to please; so that they will be swung himself down from the tree, tossed little Lena up glad to have me back again. And if I earn a shilling in the air, and called merrily to her, “Now that I have every day and bring it home, don't you think, Tony, fetched you apples, you must give me a kiss for them.” that that would be help enough, even in these hard

Josephine divided the apples; the largest for father times ? and the boys could stay at school.” and mother; then Lena, the boys, and Tony. For her- “But you haven't got the customers and the shillings self she kept a little shrivelled one.

yet, my poor Finy. It may be many weeks before you “Poor Finy, yon can't eat that one; come here, I will do; and meanwhile we will have to sell our house, and give you half of mine,” cried Tony; and taking a knife rent some dark little hole in the town, and send the from his pocket, he divided his apple and handed her boys to the factory. the half.

“Sell our house, our dear house, and go into the "Father, won't you have a bit of bread too?" asked town!” cried Josephine in dismay. Mrs. Lindfelder cheerfully. “I can't give you wine Dresy cast a despairing look on his brother; and now; but see what beautiful apples the Lord has sent Hammy asked quietly, “And the apple tree too?" us for our Sunday supper.”

“I would rather jump into the water than go to the “Seven apples, Salome! Last winter we had more than factory,” mourned Dresy. seven great baskets full, and now the poor children will “Well,” said Hammy, “ plenty other boys go, and have none all winter,” replied the man with a deep sigh. they don't die of it. If I don't go to school any more,

“Dresy does not want any bread, and he won't eat I'll have no lessons to learn, and no exercises to write. his apple,” exclaimed Hammy, who had finished his own But, Tony, I'd rather be a carpenter, like you, than work apple, and would have had no objections to appropriate in the factory." that of his brother.

"Oh, look-look-how many birds !” cried Lena “Are you sick, Dresy ?" asked the mother.

joyfully, pointing with her little hands at a flock of “No; but I'm not hungry,” replied the boy in a voice snow-geese which flew rustling over their heads. choked with tears.

Hammy called, at the top of his voice, “Stork, stork, “Dresy, what ails you ? what is the matter, my child ?" your house is burning !"

Instead of answering, Dresy fled to Josephine, hid “Stork yourself, you stupid boy,” said Dresy; "the his face in her dress, and began to sob loudly.

storks come in spring, and not in autumn. These are “I'll tell you, mother, what's the matter with him," snow-geese, and are a sign of a cold winter.” began Hammy in a low tone : "he's been crying all the “ And where are they flying to?”. time in the Sunday school, and he wouldn't tell why, “To America, Haminy," answered Dresy knowingly, but I know."

and seemed to forget his trouble in the opportunity of “Well, what is it?"

showing off his learning.

“To America ! then they must fly over the sea ?" “Don't be afraid, Finy; we will not use a bit of fire

“Of course, or else they couldn't get there; for it is wood: I have saved up the potato shaws and dried on the other side of the sun."

them; they will make a splendid fire, and the ashes “But, Dresy, how can they fly so long without stop- are good for manure; and I have brought a few pine ping? Schoolmaster's Eddie told me that when people branches from the forest to help. So come along, boys; go to America, they must sail many, many weeks on we will soon kindle a fire that shall make the mist fly.” the sea before they get there. It's not true, Dresy; the “And roast potatoes in it!" cried the boys joyfully. geese can't fly over the sea.”

“No,” said Josephine, “I'm afraid you can't do that.. But Dresy had an answer ready. “You stupid, the The potatoes are so dear; and aunt has so few, we geese can swim; and when they are tired of flying, they must not ask for any." let themselves down on the water to rest."

“But why did God let so little corn grow this year “And it would seem that they like to travel in large again, and so few potatoes, and no fruit at all ?” companies, for look, there comes a flock larger even “To teach us to pray, and to thank him for what he than the first one," said Tony, watching their swift gives us, Hammy,” said Josephine earnestly. “Tell me, flight with glancing eyes. “Ah, Finy,” he continued when you get up in the morning and expect your coffee after a pause, “I wish I could fly away with the snow- and bread, or when you come in hungry to your dinner, geese!”

do you remember always that the good God gives us all “You, Tony! where would you go ?

we have to eat? and do you pray to him, 'Give us this "Away from here, over land and sea, Finy, to the day our daily bread'?” great, free America, where the poor man is a man still ; The boys shook their heads. where no one wants bread who has strong limbs and a “Or when mother has cooked you something nice, and will to work."

you have eaten and enjoyed it, do you thank your This frightened Josephine even more than the pros- heavenly Father for it?” pect of selling the house, and she said reproachfully, The boys shook their heads again. "But, Tony, it would not be right of you to forsake “Far from being thankful, have you not often grumbled your parents and the children now in these hard times.” and been discontented ? 'Boiled potatoes again!' or,

Tony laid his hand, brown and hard with work, on Nothing but roasted apples!' And we have all been her arm, and said in a soft voice, “Stupid Finy, I am alike: we have not prayed for our daily bread, nor given like the snow-geese, and would not wish to travel alone, thanks for the food which the Lord sent us in plenty; but with you, Finy,-with you, and the father and and therefore (as the pastor said at the harvest-feast) mother, and the children. I would like to go and fly to God has sent the blight and the famine to teach us to America with you all, to build you a house in the pray and to give thanks even for little ; for if that little beautiful green forest with the trees that my own axe had not grown, we must all have starved—the rich and had cut down-a house with no mortgage on it. I the poor together.” would care for you and work for you in the free country, “ It has caught at last!” cried Tony, wiping his eyes, where honest labour has its fair reward. Oh, you would which were watering with the smoke. The boys shouted all be happy there!”

for joy, and seizing long sticks, poked and stirred the “ Tony, when you build the house I'll be the mason; fire to their hearts' content. Tony watched that they I know how mortar is made,” said Hammy, who had did not get into danger; and whenever the fire seemed listened with eyes and mouth wide open.

like to go out, he threw fresh pine branches and fir-cones “And Finy must cook,” cried Dresy; "she bakes such on it. Then when it burned up bright again, there was delightful cakes."

a fresh burst of delight. The boys shouted, Tony and Josephine's cheeks glowed, she did not well know why. Josephine laughed, and little Lena clapped her hands, She took little Lena in her arms, and said, “ But what and blew at “the pretty fire,” with her little mouth will we do with you, poor Dresy? for in the backwoods screwed up so funnily, that the others laughed till of America we will have no use for a professor.” they were tired. Tony was everywhere ; now helping

“Swiss Anna always says Brefessor," put in Hammy. Josephine to hold Lena back, now warning the boys,

“That reminds me that I must go and ask for old now catching Josephine's skirt, and calling to her, Eli, who has been ill

. I promised aunt that I would go “Take care, Finy, or you'll vanish in fire and smoke this evening; but this talk has put it out of my head.” yourself !”

“Don't go just now, Finy," said Tony; “it is late al- Happy times of childhood and youth! Over the ready, and there is a heavy mist; it would be quite dark snow-geese, America, and the harvest-fire, they had before you got into the town. The boys and I will go forgotten all their sorrow and the hard winter with all with you by-and-by, and wait in the street for you. its cares and anxieties. But first we will give the children a treat, and light a Not so the poor father inside, with his heavy, careharvest fire."

worn heart. He had worked hard and honestly all his "A harvest fire! what are you thinking of, Tony, life, and it had been of no use. Now, in his old age, when wood and everything else is so dear ?"

he must suffer want with his wife and children ; must

be driven out of the cottage in which he was born and “But do you know of any better way to help ?" had lived all his life, and which seemed to have become “Yes, Antony. I will go back to the factory myself.” part of his being. With basty steps he paced up and “You, Salome !” cried Antony, looking at his wife down in the clean, tidy room; and when his wife entered, with tears in his eyes. he broke out in bitter complaints and curses on his “ And why not? You know I used to be a capital hard, undeserved fate. “ He had not expected anything hand at the printing; and if I have got out of practice unreasonable; he only wished to live honestly and bring by this time, diligence and good-will will soon niake up up his children well ; and now he must send the poor for it. You go to-morrow and ask Mr. Staubig to give boys to that soul-destroying factory; must leave his me a table, and you will see that I will earn two or three house, and starve with his children; while the rich, even times as much as both the boys !" 'in the hard times, have plenty of everything; and in the “But at your age, and with your weak health, am I midst of their feasting trouble their heads little about to let you go to the factory and stand all day over the the poor men who toil and work for them. No, wife !” printing-table ? No, wife, that will not do! And, he exclaimed, getting more and more excited, and besides, you have as much as you can do with the housestriking the table with his fist, “don't tell me again work and the children; and if you went to the factory, that there is a just God in heaven; for if there were, everything in the house would go to sixes and sevens, there would be more justice and equality on earth!” and little Lena would be neglected. No, no, Salome ;

Mrs. Lindfelder took the clenched hand gently be- you must not think of it." tween both her own, and said beseechingly, “Husband, “Come, Antony, sit down here in your father's chair husband! sin not against God. Do you remember when -so; now give me your hand, that I may hold you fast, our Salome died, and you were raging just like this, that you cannot run away from me. This morning I your good old father sat in the arm-chair there; and I was as bad as you; my heart was very heavy; I could think I hear him still calling to you, ' Antony, Antony ! see no help and no end to our trials. Then I went to do not quarrel with God in heaven !'”

chureh, and on the way I met Swiss Anna. She and “And why did the poor child die ? why but because poor lame Eli are much poorer and worse off than we we were too poor to give her proper nourishment! The are.” rich people feed up their children with sugar and cake, “They must both go to the poorhouse ; there is no and travel about the whole world with them for their other way of it. I said so long ago.” health, when we can't get a drop of wine or a morsel of “But they won't take them in, because they do not meat to keep our little one alive. O wife, it was not belong to the country. Well, as I said, I went to church well to remind me of that just now!".

with Swiss Anna; and the pastor 'preached to us,' as “True, Antony; I too sinned then. For when the Anna said. Even the opening hynın, “He who doth doctor said to me I must give Salome roast beef ayd glad submission render, and hopes in God fronı day to Bordeaux wine, and baths with four pounds of salt, I day,' went to my heart, and it grew lighter during the answered him bitterly, “He surely did not know what singing. And then the beautiful text, Casting your poverty was, when he ordered such a cure for my sick care upon Him, for He careth for you:'-now don't be child. And then when Salome grew thinner and thin- inpatient, Antony, I am not going to repeat the whole ner, and suffered so much, I was always thinking, if we sermon to you; but it was very beautiful, and Anna and were rich our child need not die. But afterwards, when I both wept over it." my three children died so soon after their birth, I re- “And what good did the fine sermon do you? Did it pented, and humbled myself under the hand of God, and make you richer ?acknowledged that the death of these three little ones “Not in gold and silver, Antony, but in faith, and in was the just punishment of my murinuring. And then the knowledge that God loves us; and that is the highest when Dresy, Hamny, and our little Lena throve so riches." beautifully, grew like flax, and bloomed like roses, then, “We must live for all that, wife.” Antony, I saw to my shame that God could make the “ To be sure; and we must not lay our hands in our children strong and healthy without roast beef or Bor- lap, but must work hard, and do our part. And what I deaux wine, when it is his will."

was going to tell you, Antony: after church I went to “ You will not long rejoice in their good health, good old Mr. Reymann, and told hipi of our necessity; mother. When the house is sold, and we must live in and it was he who advised me to leave the boys at school a damp, unhealthy hole in the town, and the poor boys and rather go to the factory myself. Yes, and about our are shut up all day long in the factory! I would will- house, he said it was not sold yet ; we should keep up ingly suffer want and hunger myself, mother ; but the our courage, and, with the help of God and of good men, children-poor Dresy, who might hare come to something we might stay in it yet.” (the schoolmaster was telling me so yesterday again), “Good men are rare, Salome, especially in hard times. to take him from the school, that breaks ny heart !” Did you tell Mr. Reymann that we failed to pay the

“It would not be of much use either, father; all the interest last year; so that, besides the capital, there is boys would earn would not help us much.”

now two years' interest due ?"

i Yes; and I told him, too, how good the doctor's | fed,” (Ps. xxxvii. 3) in her heart and on her tongue. widow was to us when we could not pay the money when But she was a wise woman, and was well pleased to see it fell due; but now that she is dead, the heirs will have her husband's dark mood gradually giving place to a. the money, and if we cannot pay it, our house must be better one, so she did not speak; and when Josephine sold.—But hear what a noise the boys are making out- asked, “And what do you think of it, auntie ?" she anside, and it is Sunday evening !”

swered quietly, “I think it is time to have our evening “Let the poor fellows laugh and enjoy themselves worship and go to bed, that we may all be up and ready while they can; they will soon be shut up between four for work in the morning.” dark walls. But what did Mr. Reymann say to you ?” She brought out the Bible, repeated a short earnest

“Well, as I told you, he said we must not despair; prayer, and read the sixth chapter of Matthew from the he would think the matter over, and I was to come 25th to the 33rd verse : “ Therefore I say unto you, along again to-morrow.—But I must go out to the chil- Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or dren; the noise grows worse and worse !"

what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye “And the hundred francs for Finy's apprentice fee, shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the Te still owe that too, mother.”

body than raiment? Behold the fowls of the air : for “Hush, father ; don't let poor Finy hear that. The they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into dear child is so pleased at the thought that she can now barns ; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are earn something, and help us in these hard times. And ye not much better than they? Which of you by when I tell her that she must work another year for Mrs. taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? And Stehwart, to work off the fee, there will be bitter tears why take ye thought for raiment ? Consider the lilies of and sore disappointment. But the children must be out the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they of their senses, for I hear Finy and Tony's voices too; spin: and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in they should have more sense, and not let the boys make all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wheresuch a disturbance on the Sabbath evening.” So saying, fore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to-day Mrs. Lindfelder went into the little bedroom and opened is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not the window. But when she saw the blazing fire, and much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? Therefore the happy children round it, she was glad too, and called take no thought, saying, What shall we eat ? or, What into the next room, “Oh, come here, Antony, and see shall we drink ? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed ? what a beautiful harvest-fire they have got!”

(for after all these things do the Gentiles seek :) for “Mother, give us potatoes to roast; only a few," cried your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all the boys.

these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, “ Auntie, take the little one; she is so wild I cannot and his righteousness ; and all these things shall be hold her back; and her frock is wet through with the added unto you." mist. I'm afraid she'll get cold,” said Josephine, lifting “Amen!” said all except the father, who, with his Lena up to her mother at the open window.

head buried in his hands, seemed to be lost in thought. But the little one struggled with hands and feet, and “How many of you know the hymn, 'He who doth cried, “No, no! stay with the fire and roast potatoes.” glad submission render,' ?asked the mother.

"Wait a little; I'll bring some,” said the father ; “I do,” said Dresy; "we learned it to-day in the "and while we roast them, mother will make us some Sunday school.” coffee."

“ Then you know it too, Hammy.” “I must go away into the town, to Swiss Anna and " Which one ?" old Eli,” said Josephine.

“ The one that you were taught at the school to-day.” “I'm going with you, Finy,” cried Tony.

“Ah! about glad submission ;- but I can't say it But Mrs. Lindfelder said, “You had better both of very well.” you stay at home. It's as dark as pitch; and in this “Take the hymn-book, Josephine, and read out the thick mist you might easily fall into the canal. I will lines, and then we can all sing it together.” go myself to-morrow.”

“That's the way,” said Tony; "then I can sing too.” The father brought out the potatoes, and the boys Josephine got the book and read always two lines at roasted them with great delight. The mother made the a time. Mrs. Lindfelder and Dresy began, the others coffee, and Josephine lighted the candles and set the joined in, and they sang together the following verses :table. And while they were enjoying their supper, the

“He who doth glad submission render, boys told about the snow-geese, about America, and the

And hopes in God from day to day, house that Tony wished to build there. The father was

Shall have a leader and defender,

Through all the dangers of his way; interested, and made all sorts of plans with Tony and

Who God doth for his refuge take, the boys for emigrating to America.

Hath a defence no storms can shake. Josephine, with little Lena sleeping on her lap,

“What boot those cares each night returning, listened with delight. Mrs. Lindfelder had the text,

Those hopeless longings, groundless fears?

That we with sighs bring in each morning, “Thou shalt dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be

And weep our strength away in tears?

We only heavier make our cross,

felder observed this with a grateful heart, and when she By wringing tears from every loss.

had put the children to bed, and said good-night to "O think not, in thine hour of sadness,

Tony and Josephine, she went softly into the bed-room That thou of God forsaken art;

and stood before the bed. For many nights past, her For he is near thee, as when gladness And tranquil joy are round thy heart.

husband had tossed about, sighing and groaning, half God's purpose in each varying hour

the night through ; now he was sleeping quietly. Will blossom soon in many a flower.

Salome stood looking at him with folded hands, and "Then sing, and pray, and heavenward pressing, tears in her eyes; then she sank on her knees, and

See that thy hope in God be sure ;
Trust in him for each needed blessing,

prayed with an overflowing heart: “Yes, dear Lord, So shall thy comforts stand secure :

those that trust in thee, thou wilt never forsake !" For who on God his hope doth rest,

As she rose, she noticed that Josephine had been Blest will be—is already blest."

kneeling beside her. She threw her arms round the “Good night, wife; good night, children," said the weeping girl. father, when the singing was done ; and, kissing his “Oh, auntie, what will happen to us now ?" she sleeping darling, he went quietly into the bedroom. whispered. Formerly, when Anton Lindfelder was out of humour, “What God wills, Finy." he would go to bed noisily during the evening worship, “Must the house really be sold ?” or at least sit snoring in the arm-chair ; to-night, for the " I don't know, my child. But the Lord knows what first time, he had listened attentively, and seemed even we have need of; and if we put our trust in him, and to be impressed by the comforting words of the Lord, pray, and work, he will surely not forsake us. So be and by the sweet singing of his children. Mrs. Lind- comforted, and do not be afraid. God careth for us."




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JUR house, when I was a boy, was perched erection was amply sheltered from the rain by a project-

on the bank of a beautiful winding river. ing roof, and the whole was painted in brilliant white.
The land on either side, partly cultivated, We imagined that as the inhabitants were very clean,

and partly in grass, stretched away to the their habitation should correspond; we thought the roots of the two ranges of hills that bounded the valley. brightness and beauty of its vestibule would help to We were well acquainted with all manner of living entice the owners to their home. This is a good rule creatures, tame and wild-flying, running, creeping, or for creatures of a higher order than pigeons. A clean swimming. Our chief companions and playfellows, in house, and a bright hearth, and comfortable meal, and those days, were either winged or quadruped. Dogs a smiling welcome are of use in human habitations, to and rabbits, pigeons and singing-birds, were at once our draw the family towards home. treasures and our companions.

My thoughts by day, and my dreams by night, centred Beasts of prey did not trouble us much; for wolves in these most lovely doves. The elder children, observwere extirpated in the days of our forefathers, and foxes ing the excess of my passion for the pets, took various were by that time few and far between. Many stories means to vex and frighten me—all for amusement. I were told of reynard's cunning and cleverness in stealing am very sorry that this instinct seems to be almost a goose for his supper ; but in our quarter we were never universal among elder brothers and sisters to tease the troubled by his depredations. Rats were more dreaded little ones. Not that they mean to be cruel. They think than any more bulky adversaries. Woe to the young it is all good fun, and that it hurts nobody. It is not rabbits and young pigeons, if the rats could reach their fun to the child : it is serious in his esteem. He has all dwelling-place!

the sensation of being cruelly persecuted. These very One very tender incident remains upon my memory small annoyances may leave an ugly mark on the memory in connection with a very small and very beautiful white of the very little man. It is better that his seniors should pigeon. I had become the proud and happy owner of a avoid these tricks. The mischief which they cause is pair. I had constructed for them a suitable house inside not measured by their bulk, but by the exaggerated the roof of the barn, with two neat holes through the thoughts of the teased and angry child. gable, by which they might fly abroad and return home One fine summer day, when I was in charge of the at pleasure. A pretty wooden perch was fixed out- cows on their pasture on the opposite side of the river-side for the convenience of alighting from flight. This my duty being to see that said cows kept to their lawful

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