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it. TIMOTHEUS AND PHILEMON.

He knew that he could not do a father (Continued from p. 203.)

a greater injury than to rob him of his two

darling children. He would have murdered CHAP. III.

them had he not thought of selling them THE SLAVE-DEALER.

to a slave-dealer. HILEMON and his brother No, I won't kill them,' he said to his

had been stolen by a cun- companion in crime; they are pretty childning rogue who had tried

ren. That they are as like each other as to have dealings with their one egg is to another is a great rarity. I father, but he had soon will sell them, and I shall get a good round found that the fellow

sum of money for them, I have no doubt.' wanted to cheat him.

He fled with the children across the Go,' said Lucius, an- boundaries of Turkey, which were close by,

grily; ‘I will have nothing to the nearest town. In those times, in more to do with you.'

every town in Turkey on the high-road The rascal then betook himself to an- stood a large house, in which travellers other rich merchant in the town, whom he were received, lodged, and fed, for three cheated out of a large sum of money. The days free of charge. There was such merchant lamented his loss to the noble an establishment here. An enterprising Lucius, with whom all the suffering and proprietor had, however, provided a few oppressed found help and sympathy. Lu- rooms in it which were more comfortably cius took up his cause. The impostor was furnished, and where guests were better atarrested, and while the affair was being tended to, and which rich Turkish mertraced he lay for some months in prison. chants were glad to occupy on payment At last his sentence was passed. He had of a certain sum. To this house the man to pay back all the money, and a heavy went with the two children; he remained fine besides.

himself in the common room, where he This man had carried off the children could live for nothing, but went every day of Lucius, who knew not what a dangerous | into the better rooms to find out what rich fellow he was One neighbour said that merchants had arrived there. he had noticed this man lurking near the At last he met a Turk named Selim, who country-house, but he had never fancied dealt in all kinds of beautiful cloths, silk that the rogue planned so disgraceful a stuffs, and splendid carpets, but who also deed.

engaged in the slave-trade, which was Lucius now no longer doubted who was allowed in Turkey. the culprit. To obtain tidings of his child- The robber presented the two boys to ren he had him searched for in all direc- the Turk, and offered them for sale. tions. He placed a reward of a hundred gold The Turk said, “They are indeed two pieces on his head. But all inquiries were lovely children. They please me. But in vain : he was never seen in those parts what shall I do with them? I shall have again.

to keep them for a long time before they When the wretch had been released from will be able to perform the smallest serprison he burned with revenge against vices expected of slaves.' Lucius, and pondered how he could have But when the two boys really understood that they were to be sold for slaves, they her neighbour's lips, gently snap the tongs, stood trembling and shuddering before him, without speaking a word. and wept so bitterly that he bought them A day or two afterwards the good woman more out of compassion than to make any came again to the minister with a bright profit out of them. . They may be better and laughing face, to tell him the effect treated with me than with another, he of this new cure for scolding. Her neighsaid. He paid the robber, who was con- bour had visited her, and had begun to tented with his bargain, and then took scold as usual. the boys with him to the village where he Snap went the tongs. dwelt.

Another volley of abuse. Snap. His somewhat cross wife did not seem Another still. Snap. displeased at his purchase, but his children Why don't you speak ?' said the scald took the greatest delight in the little guests. in a fury. Snap went the tongs. Selim the Turk permitted his children to ‘Speak!' said she. Snap. associate with the Christian boys, let them Do speak; I shall split if you don't cat with them, and play together, as well speak!' And away she went, cured of her as perform various little duties together in malady by the magic power of silence.the house. He meant to keep them till From Illustrated Hand-bills.' they became a little taller and stronger, and, from being with his children, had RECIPE FOR MAKING EVERY learned as much of the Turkish language

DAY HAPPY. as was necessary for them.

HEN you rise in the morning, form They would have been tolerably happy

a resolution to make the day a had it not been for home-sickness and long

happy one to a fellow-creature. It is easily ing for their father's house. But the most

done: a left-off garment to a man who painful of all to them was that they dared

needs it, a kind word to the sorrowful, a not speak to the Turk's children of Jesus

cheering smile on the striving; trifles in Christ. It was strictly forbidden them, themselves light as air will do it, at least under the threat of severe punishment, even for the twenty-four hours; and if you are to mention that holy Name.

young, depend upon it, it will tell when (To be continued.)

you are old; and if you are old, rest assured THE MAGIC OF SILENCE.

it will send you gently and happily down the stream of human time to eternity.

By the most simple arithmetic, look at sadly annoyed by a scolding neigh

the result: you send one person, only one, bour, who often visited her, and provoked happily through the day,—that is, three a quarrel. She at last sought the counsel

hundred and sixty-five in the course of the of her minister, who had a good share of

year; and supposing you live forty years Having heard the story of

only, after you begin that course of mediher wrongs, he advised her to seat herself

cine, you have made 14,600 human beings quietly in the chimney-corner when her

happy, at all events for a time.-SYDNEY. neighbour paid her next visit, to take the tongs in her hands, look steadily into the fire, and whenever a hard word came from

WHEN you

A GOOD woman in New Jersey was

common sense.

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SUNDAY IN THE GOLDFIELDS.
UNDAY in Old England,

Father, mother, children,
Church bells ringing sweet,

Kneeling side by side, Calling in the people

Chanting to soft music, From the village street;

‘Lord, with us abide !!

Sun

IN

Sunday in the goldfields,

BLASPHEMY PUNISHED.
Far away from home,

N the year 1793, at a place in France
Where the treasure-seekers,

called Conches, the family and friends Restless, toil and roam.

of a well-to-do peasant were sitting round Rough their outer garment,

a table on which there were all kinds of Rougher still the heart;

food. There was plenty of wine, too, which Gadarene like,* say they,

was not spared. Lord, from us depart?'

After the meal was over they all sat Nay, they look back fondly

round the stove, and a lively conversation To their childish days,

arose about the various conflicts in which To the church bells ringing,

the National Guard had been engaged, about To the song of praise,

the plundered cities and castles, and stories To the worn old Bible

were related about the most horrid and On the cottage shelf,

cruel deeds which were all too common in To its well-known pictures,

that dreadful age. To the Christ Himself.

By-and-by the conversation turned upon

the subject of religion, and the clergy, In these softer moments

whom the people had been taught to hate, Comes some earnest soul, Draws their thoughts up higher

and who were then driven about from place

to place like wild beasts.
Than yon glittering hole;

You are a lazy set,' cried a young
Shows them, 'neath the brilliance
Of a stranger sky,

woman, the mistress of the house. What That same childhood's Saviour,

are you doing, useless talkers?

If it only That same God, anigh.

depended on you, you would allow us to

be murdered in our own houses by these Leads the dear Our Father,'

wretched priests ? Is it not a shame,' she As in days of old,

said in angry excitement, 'that this priest of Bids them lay up treasure

Conches is still lurking about in our neighRicher far than gold.

bourhood ? One fine morning he will bring Never a church bell ringeth

his companions in robbery and murder with On yon sandy plain,

him and will fall upon us.

If I were a Yet the sound of worship

man I would set you an example. NeverSunday brings again. H. A. F.

theless, this evening he must be in my

hands. · WHY DON'T YOU SWEAR?'

Hold your tongue,' said her husband, THY don't you swear ? all the other we don't even know whereabouts this rascal

boys do,' asked one small fellow of is hiding. ' another.

'If that is all you want to know, said I'd cut my tongue out rather than

the woman, ‘I will soon find him. Go one swear,' was the brave and right reply of the

of you to fetch the soldiers, and you, other. "God is my heavenly Father; and husband, lie down in bed and play the do you think I'd speak ugly words of my sick man.

I will bring the priest soon Father?'- Sabbath-School Messenger. enough. The soldiers will hide behind the * St. Luke, viii. 37.

curtains; at the right time they can seize

WHY

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