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profound meaning, are so defectively written a kind of writing that even the blind can read. that none but experts can decipher them. Skilled The letters, instead of merely appealing to the and practised men can piece them together, and eye by their colour, are raised from the surface s ) gather the sense where, to ordinary eyes, only as to be sensible to touch. Such, methinks, unconnected scrawls appear. Such should not should be the writing of Christ's mind on a be the writing on a disciple's life. If it be such, Christian's conversation! It should be raised in most people will fail to understand it. It should characters so large, and sharp, and high, that be clear and bold throughout, that he may run even the blind, who cannot see, may be comwho reads it.
pelled, by contact with Christians, to feel that Benevolent ingenuity, in our day, has produced Christ is passing by.
SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
BY A. L 0, E.
H, thou on thy sick-bed kept watchful I heard the first faint infant cry from the Monarch and waking
Whose voice bade the universe be; By pain all the weary night Mine eyes then beheld the King in His weakness ; through;
I saw Him, and marvelled to see. It seems as if God were His servant forsaking
I saw Him—the Saviour-despised and rejected, His servant so trustful and true!
A mourner, acquainted with grief; Ah no; for He giveth me songs in the darkness
I longed-how I longed !- that when mortals That never I heard in the day:
neglected, " Thine
shall behold the King in His beauty, The land that is far, far away.”
The seraphs might bring Him relief.
I heard the fierce blasphemies scornfully uttered Poor sufferer! the wild sounds of revel oppress By scribe and by proud Pharisee; thee,
Mine eyes then beheld the King in His trials, That rise through the stilly night air;
I saw-much perplexed to see. The noise of the world's mirth must sorely distress thee
I saw—but the tongue of an angel must falter That mirth which thou never canst share.
That mystery of love to declareOh no; for an angel is warbling beside me
I saw upon Calvary raised the dread altar, An anthem so soft and so clear,
A cross,—and a Victim was there. “! Thine eyes shall behold the King in His beauty;"
There was silence in heaven—there was wonder
in heaven And this is the song which I hear:
All gazed on that one awful tree;
Mine eyes then beheld the King in His anguish, I come down to cheer thee, O happy Immortal,
I saw Him, and trembled to see. Whom grace hath from bondage set free,
And thou too shalt see Him, that bliss is before Whilst yet thou art waiting before the high portal thee, Which one day will open for thee.
But not in His weakness or pain,I bear thee a promise, the sweetest, the surest,
When, girded with power and mantled in glory, 'Tis sent from the God who is love,
The Victim returneth to reign; “ Thine eyes shall behold the King in His beauty Shalt see Him, no stranger, * but One whom thou When thou art, like angels, above."
lovest, I saw Him when in His own world as a stranger Thy Shepherd, thy Saviour, thy Friend; Appeared the omnipotent Lord;
Thine eyes shall behold the King in His beauty I hovered in ecstasy over His manger,
Through ages that never shall end. And with the meek shepherds adored.
* Margir al reading of Job xix. 27.
THE STORY LIZZIE TOLD.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “STEPPING HEAVENWARD.”
IN TWO PARTS,
SN'T it lonely lying here all day with no- still as a mouse, till father came home and nearly tumbled thing going on ?”
“Oh no, ma'am! So many things have " Hallo!' says he ; " whatever is the matter now?'
happened to me, you can't think. If it “«She's been a-laying there doing nothing these two isn't too bold for a poor girl like me to tell it over to a hours,' says mother; and Mrs. Jones, she says she's lady like you, I could begin to tell it now. You would making it. like to hear all about it?
“Mrs. Jones,' says father, there's the door ; and I “Well, the first thing that happened to me was rather think it's wide enough for you to get out at, but mother's giving me the baby to hold. I was just turned the next time you want to get in you'll find it's grown of four, and my sister Jenny was going on two, and the narrow.' baby was just a baby, not any years old.
“So Mrs. Jones she went away very red in the face, “ Lizzie,' says mother, 'you're a great girl now. and father he picked me up and set me up on end. You're four years old ; and I'm going to trust the baby Now, little woman, whatever is it ails you ?' says to you.
he. " It was the first thing that happened to me. It "I don't know, father. It's been coming on ever so made me feel grown-up. I thought I was a woman, long. My legs have got so shaky that it seemed as if
there wasn't any bones in 'em. And the pains in my " After that I nursed the baby, and kept him from back have took me bad between times.' putting things into his mouth, and hushed him when “Father didn't say another word, and he didn't eat he cried, and got him to sleep. He kept growing and any supper, and after he'd lighted his pipe, he just sat growing ; and when he was down on the floor, crawling thinking. Mother didn't say anything either. She into everything, another one came. And mother trusted undressed me and put me to bed ; and then such a thing me more than ever, and I washed and dressed both of happened! I don't want to talk much about it. It them,
chokes me in the throat if I do. You wouldn't hardly “ Did I ever get time to play about ?
believe it, ma'am, I'd been a big girl so long, but she "Oh no, ma'am. For as fast as one baby got to crawl- reached over where I lay close to the wall to make room ing around, another kept coming; and mother said I for the rest, and she kissed me! O, how I hoped my was the oldest, and play was for little children and little two legs would get well, so that she needn't have a sick dogs and cats, but not for big girls like me. When I child to take care of! But they didn't, and I got was ten years old, we had six of them besides me.” weaker every day, till I felt like a great long piece of "Six little dogs and cats ?”
thread dangling about. So father took me in his arms "Oh no, ma'am; six little children that had been to the doctor's. babies.
“I felt so ashamed when the neighbours all came “And then the next thing happened. One day, when out and looked at me, and saw Mrs. Jones a-laughing
up-to quite hard took out-doors, and I'd been taking him out, and he'd | "-"But the doctor did not laugh at all when father seen a monkey with a little red cap on : well, my two carried me in and showed him my legs. legs just slipped out from under me, and I tumbled ““Yes, they're a couple of pipe-stems, and no more, right into the room and bumped his forehead, dreadful. says he. And then he began to punch me all up and
"You bad child, says mother, and took him away, down the spine of my back, and in some places hurt me and put water on his forehead, and kissed him.
dreadful. "I lay there on the floor ; if you would be pleased “Well, my little woman,' says be, 'what have you to look, ma'am, you'd see the very place.
been doing all your life now ?' " And says I, 'I couldn't help it, mother. It was “Nursing the children, sir,' says I. my two legs as went right out, and I can't get up.' " " I thought so,' says he. “Eating bad food, breath
“ Mother she looked scared like, but one of the ing bad air, and doing the work of a grown person. neighbours was there, and says she,
Have you any friends in the country you could send “'Let her be ; she's only shamming. I know these her to, my man ?' girls!
“No, sir,' says father ; 'not one.' “So mother let me be, and I lay flat on the floor, as « There's little else to be done for her,' says the
doctor. Plenty of good air, good food, and entire rest, , finger, and a gold watch hanging round her neck, will might arrest the progress of disease.
come and take us all into the country and give us strai“What kind of food, sir ?' says father.
berries to eat. 6 Beef and mutton, beef and mutton,' says the “Mother, how does strawberries grow ?' says I. doctor.
Why, on bushes, child !' says she. “How else “Father shut his teeth together hard.
should they grow ?' “I'll put you in the way of getting what the child “When father came home he laughed at that, and needs in that line,' says the doctor, and he wrote some- asked her if she supposed potatoes grew on trees ? thing on a piece of paper.
“Why shouldn't they ?' says she. And, anybor, “There, take that to the street and number I have how should I know ? Was I ever out of London in my written here, show it to some of the people there, and life? you'll get beef tea, and other things of the sort. Keep “It kept the children quiet to hear me talk, ma'am, up her strength and spirits, and she may come round only the little ones believed every word, and they're yet.'
always looking for the lady to come and fetch them “I believe it was a big kitchen father was to go to, away. where nice things are cooked for poor people when they're “The next thing that happened was father's bringsick.
ing home to me a picture of the country, all green and “But as we were coming away the doctor says, 'Mind, blue ; splendid. You can see it pailed up there, oppomy man, green fields and fresh milk in the country are site my bed. worth all the beef teas in the world for a case like “But you don't seem surprised, ma'am. Doesn't it this.'
look like the country? Did you say you wanted to take “When we got home, and mother asked what the doctor it down and put up a better one ? O please, ma'am, I said, father wouldn't answer at first. At last says he, love it so dearly ! —He wants her to swallow down some fine lady's “ It took me a good while to get over having such a diamond necklace.'
splendid present. I lay and looked at it all day, and “ Mercy on us !' says mother, and she dropped when it was dark and I shut my eyes, I could see it into a chair with the dish-cloth in her hand.
just the same. And it made me tell the children “Father went away to his work, and mother kept more stories, and then they didn't hang on to mother groaning about the diamond necklace.
“How's it to be got?' says she ; "and how could “I wondered what poor little children did who had swallowing it down bring the bones into your legs, I something the matter with the spine of their backs, but should like to know ?'
never had anything happen to pass away the time. 6. The doctor says it ain't my legs as ails me,' says I. And I wished I could lend them my picture, a week at 'It's the spine of my back.'
a time, turn about and turn about. “Them doctors, they thinks they know everything, “I hadn't got used to having it, and was lying so says mother. "Didn't you say as it was your two legs peaceful and happy thinking about it, when father as went out from under you? And them diamonds, came in one night as mother was just a-going to undress they do worry me so !'
me, and he got a sight of my back when she was rub“I lay still, and thought, and thought. When the bing it. spine of your back aches the worst, you get so sharp ! “He bursted right out crying, loud, and then mother
“And says I at last,-'I know what father meant. bursted out, and all the children cried, and I bit my The doctor wanted me to be took off into the country, lips and held my hands together, and at last I bursted to drink milk and smell the green grass ; and that out too. For I knew then that my father and mother would cost money-ever and ever so much money. For had got a hunchback for their oldest child. At last it's too far for father to carry me, and I should bave to father stopped short off, and then mother and the chilride in something.'
dren stopped, and I hushed up pretty quick. 66. But it's the diamonds as worries me,' says mother ; Peggy,' says father, 'go and tell that woman Jones and I couldn't get 'em out of her head, and the children to come here.' they all plagued her, and I wasn't there to help, and «« I'm afraid to, father,' says Peggy. 'She says we she looked ready to drop. I got away down into the set ourselves up above the common, and she laughs at us.' bed, and cried to think how drove she was.
“Do as I bid you,' says father ; and Peggy had to “And then I brightened up and called the children go. to me, and told them stories out of my head about things “ Mrs. Jones came quick. father had told me of. I put in green meadows, and “Look here,' says father ; 'look at this child's back, nice, quiet church-yards, where ivy grew all the year and put it alongside of the day you said she was making round, and there were pretty little graves for the good believe sick. have you seen it? Maybe the day'll children to go to sleep in. And I says, “Let's make come when you'd like to eat them words of yours.' believe that, some day, a lady with a gold ring on her “Mrs. Jones she felt bad, and I felt bad, and I called
her to me, and says 1,– Don't lay it up against father, “Mother laughed, and said that wasn't so bad as and I'll give you my beautiful new picture, full of green thein gin-shops, any way. trees, and blue sky, and cows and sheep.'
“But I felt bad and lonesome, and as if he'd gone “What, that little flared-up thing on the wall ?' and left me behind. And I couldn't get to sleep for says shê ; 'thank you, I rather think you can keep it, thinking about it, till I heard his step on the stairs. and welcome, for me.'
He wouldn't tell where he'd been to, and we all went “You see, there was always something going on that to sleep. But the next day he said he'd been to hear passed away the time.
the preaching at a big church. “Father used to talk to us about his young sister “ I was lifted away up to the third heaven,' says he ; Rose, who was at service in a gentleman's family, ten 'and I sang hymns too.' miles from London.
“That's a lie, Joe,' says mother ; 'for hymns you “She got a holiday soon after this, and came to see don't know how to sing. Better own it and done with us. She told me more about what the country was like it. You was a-singing songs at the gin-shops.' than ever father had, and all about the young ladies she “That I wasn't, then,' says father ; ‘I was at Westtook care of, and their toys and books.
minster Abbey, where they bury the grand folks, and “You couldn't believe, ma'am, how it passed away the the hymns hung all round the walls, printed in letters time to hear her talk.
as big as the top of my thumb. Come, if you don't “And then she asked me if I liked to read, and what believe it, go with me next Sunday night and see for books I had got.
yourself.' “Then I had to tell her that I had never been to «Indeed I won't then. says mother. Westschool, and didn't know how to read.
minster Abbey, indeed! with a bonnet and shawl like *** Poor little soul!' says she, and put on her bonnet, and mine!' went and bought a book, out of her own savings, and “The preaching's for poor folks, and poor folks goes wrote my name in it, and taught me great A, and to hear it,' says father. little a, that very day. And she took me in her arms " And ain't you a-going on a pilgrimage, after all ?' and hugged me, and said,—'0 that I could carry this poor lamb home with me, and give her what my young “Yes, my lass, I am,' says he. "I'll learn all about ladies waste every day of their lives !'
it at the preaching, you see.' " Please, ma'am, did ever anybody hug you and say “ After he'd gone off to his work, mother says,—I'll such nice things?
go with him next time, you may depend. Something's “ After that, my father taught me all my letters, and, come over him.' all of a sudden, I could read !
“The day but one after that, father come home all " It was a big book that my aunt gave me. She said eager like, and says he - Lizzie, child, mightn’t it she got it because it would last me so long, and amuse amuse you if you had a flower a-growing in the window me till I got another. It was called the ‘Pilgrim's there ? For the men talked at their work to-day about Progress,' and was full of beautiful stories and pictures. a Society for the Promotion of Window Gardening I could tell it all to you, if it wouldn't tire you, ma'am. among the Poor,' and they say there's just been a flower
“0, you've got one too! How nice! Have you got show, and prizes given to them as raised the handsomest any other books ? But mother looked in just now, and ones. Wray's girl, Betsy, got a prize of six shillings for coughed twice. She thinks I am talking too much. hers.' “ You're not tired, ma'am ?
“You don't say so !' says mother. “I read my book, and read it, and as soon as I got «« Yes,' says father ; 'and what's more, I've got a to the end I began it again ; and I showed the pictures beautiful rare plant for Lizzie here : poor soul, it will be to the children, and, Sundays, I read out of it to father company for her these long days !' and mother. Father is tender like, and the tears would "What makes you say “poor soul,” father ?' says I, keep rolling down his cheeks when I read the prettiest when I've got a picture, and a “Pilgrim's Progress," parts; and one day he said, — I'll tell you what it is, and a plant a-growing !' Lizzie ; l've a good mind to go on a pilgrimage myself.' “Pshaw!' says father, whatever ails my eyes to
“I felt awful bad when he said that, for I wanted to water so easy ? See, here's the little wee thing.' go tow; but how could I, with the bones gone out of my “I almost screamed when I saw it, I was so glad. two legs?
It was a-setting out in a little flower-pot, and its leaves “Father sat quiet, thinking and thinking. At last was all green. he got up all of a spring like, and put on his hat and “Which of you two is the biggest fool, I wonder ?' went out.
says mother. There ! now you've slopped water all ** Where's father gone to now ?' says mother. "Not over the bed-clothes and everything !' to any of them gin-shops, I hope.'
“I was only giving my plant a little drink,' says I. “No!' says I, he's gone on a pilgrimage, I do “I called watering it giving it a drink, I was so expect.?
“Of course, I'm the biggest fool,' says father, and “And if you'll believe it, ma'am, after a while it did he laughed real pleased like.
have a little mite of a leaf, and it grew up tall and “Everything runs to societies nowadays,' says leaned one side, and then grew some more and leaned mother. 'I wish they'd offer prizes to them as has the the other side. most children and the handsomest ones. I'd go in for it, “O! it was such company for me, and I loved it so ! that I would! It ain't gentlemen's children as gets all Even mother, with all she had to do, got to watching it. the good looks.
“So it went on all winter long, and in the spring a “No, nor the sense either,' says father.
little bud came, and it took father and me a week to get “There ain't many young ones as sets alone the day over that. By-and-by, you could see little streaks of they're four months old,' says mother. "See here ! orange colour in the bud, and we talked about that, and This one beats all our babies. And what did I pay for were afraid the flower wouldn't bloom out for the right him at the shops ? La, nothing at all, bless you ; and day, and then we were afraid it would bloom too soon. so he ain't fit to fetch a prize.'
Somebody told father to cut a little ring cut of stiff “I didn't pay anything for Lizzie's plant, if that's paper and put it on to keep it back; he said they always what vexes you,' says father. • Hicks gave it to me. *did so with choice flowers. Then I laughed, and said He said he got it from his wife's second cousin, whose I was a choice flower too, for something had kept me
at back from growing into a big girl. Osborne, and that it's something costly and
precious. * * * Then father said it was good to hear me laugh, and “ Next news you'll say you dug it up in Paradise, that I was a choice flower, ring or no ring. That's just says mother.
father's way, please, ma'am. “Maybe,' says father. "See, Lizzie, spell out the “O! how pretty my flower looked the day before the name that's wrote on this paper : or, no, you can't read show! I was sure it would get the prize, for there writing. Perhaps I can.'
couldn't possibly be a flower so beautiful as mine. “So, after a deal of time, and spelling of it over, and Father carried it on his way to his work, and promised scratching his head, he read it out, so :
to bring it back, prize and all, at night. " Calendula officinalis.'
“But I can't tell the rest now, ma'am. Something's &“That sounds splendid !' says I, and was sorry when squeezing and a-crowding at my heart, and I feel faintit grew dark, because I could not watch it and see it like. It's nothing to be scared about. I'm often took grow. Father said the next exhibition would be on June the nineteenth, 1868, and he was sure it would be a big, “There ! it's all gone now. But you say I mustn't strong plant by that time, thick with leaves and talk any more? You say that you'll come again to hear flowers.
the rest ? Thank you, ma'am.”
N the same Sunday evening, Swiss Anna, he had dreamed, for his hands were so feeble and trembled
too, saw no end to her troubles," as she so, that he could not use a knife. He suffered much said. The gifts which Eli had received in pain, too, and could no longer bear the wooden leg being
the hospital had helped them through the fastened on, so that he had to be lifted from his bed to previous winter. But now, when everyone had his own the arm-chair, where he sat all day. Immediately below difficulties, the poor lame carpenter was forgotten ; and his room lived a young locksmith, Joseph by name, who the pension of a hundred and fifty francs did little more, had learned to love old Eli, and came every evening to as the landlady had foretold, than pay the rent. She help him to bed, and in the morning to carry him to his herself could earn but little, for much of her time was chair in the window. Beside the chair stood a small taken up attending on Eli, and since she had grown old table, on which Eli's Bible and hymn book lay. With one after another of her employers had given her up ; these he occupied himself all day, reading God's Word, and Eli could not make the spoons, trays, &c., of which , and singing the hymns of his childhood in such a soft