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him, and deliver him up, so that his life not seeking for your life,' cried one of the may be put an end to.

What do you say

soldiers, falling on his knees before the to that?'

priest. This, indeed, was our evil intenThe wicked company praised the base tion, but we now confess that there is a God and cruel plan, and soon the soldiers came, Who punishes blasphemy. This man was and they soon finished the remains of the a few minutes ago in perfect health, and supper.

was laughing with us. From the moment Make yourselves comfortable,' cried the that he heard your step he did not give a woman, as she lighted a lantern and threw sign of life. a handkerchief over her head. I will fetch Who cannot help shuddering at this the priest at once.'

proof of the power of God, Who is proShe went. Her husband lay down in voked by the wicked every day? the bed. The soldiers hid themselves. Till the year 1846 the priest was still It was not long before the woman stood living in Conches. before the priest, whose place of conceal- The widow of the man who had pretended ment had been betrayed to her, and said illness had a wretched, weary life. She weeping, and with a feigned voice, 'Oh, M. suffered from cancer in the face. Her le Curé ! my husband lies dying. We can- relations abandoned her; every one fled from not get any word out of him except “Fetch her, as an outcast smitten with the curse the priest:" if you don't come the poor man of Heaven. The only helper or visitor that will be lost! Do come! make haste!' she had was the now aged priest whose

The good pastor did not hesitate a mo- destruction she had sought, and who now ment, and, ready to sacrifice his life to save supported her by alms and tried to coma soul, he fell at once into the trap.

fort her by prayers, and to give hope of But God watched over the life of His the mercy of God.

J. F. C. servant, and brought the snares of the ungodly to no effect. The priest entered the

MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST. house, went up to the bed of the pretended

LAMPS. sick man, and said,

THE people of the East often light up Well, my friend, how are you?'

their rooms very brightly with lamps No answer.

and lanterns. The large lamps are hung You wished to speak with me alone?' on a string which stretches from wall to

wall, the smaller they carry in their hands. ‘You cannot answer me, you are so weak? They are made of pottery, glass, or metal, Let me feel your pulse. He took up the and oil is burnt in them. The golden hand and felt that it was icy cold.

candlestick with seven branches, which was "Oh, my good people, you have fetched lighted every evening in the Holy Place of me too late!' cried the priest: 'the man is the Tabernacle, was made of gold, and there already quite dead! What is this?' he was an oil-lamp at the end of each branch. exclaimed, when he saw the soldiers who We are taught in the parable of the wise came forward at these words. You are and foolish virgins to have our lamps always seeking for my life! You have deceived trimmed, which means, that our hearts me: may God pardon you for it!'

should always be ready to learn and to do 'No, no, pardon me, M. le Curé, we are the will of God.

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We repeat these prayers together every

day.' (Continued from p. 211.)

• Well,' said the man,' will you repeat CHAP. IV.

the “ Our Father” to me?' THE PIOUS GARDENER.

Both at once upraised their little clasped N this village there lived a rich hands and began to pray, and looked as

Turk named Ibrahim, who they said the words, Which art in Heahad a large and splendid ven, so devoutly up to Heaven that the garden. He kept a very good man was touched and delighted. He clever gardener, who served praised them, and told them his name was him well. His garden was so Antonius, and that he too was a Chris

full of fruit and vegetables, tian. Then both boys reverently wished that not only was the house abundantly sup- to kiss his hand. He would not consent plied, but a great deal too was sold in the to this, but exhorted them, as a father, to market.

remain true to the Christian faith, and to One day the two boys were sent into the trust in God. rich Turk's garden to fetch a basket of * Believe me,' he said, with a devout look vegetables. The gardener, an elderly man, towards the sky, 'the good God will have was also a Christian slave. He had just pity upon you, and guide you back again been digging round a garden-bed, and was at last to the arms of your worthy father.' now sitting to rest on the grass under the Then he blessed them, filled their basshadow of a tree. He was reading a ket with vegetables, and presented them book, beside him lay a spade, a piece of with many flowers. They hastened home rye-bread, some cheese, and a pitcher of delighted, and gave the beautiful flowers water. When the two boys, each holding to the Turk's children. a handle of the basket, stood before him, The boys now often went to the garden he looked on them with pity. Their sweet to fetch vegetables. The Turk's children faces, their likeness to each other, their thought themselves too grand to carry pretty Hungarian dress which they had the basket, so they were glad that the brought with them from their father's boys went so willingly. As they always house, struck him at once. He greeted shared with them the flowers and fruit them kindly in the Hungarian tongue, and which the gardener gave them, the Turks told them that he was their fellow-country- children used to say, “We like much better man. Both felt great joy when they heard that you should go with the basket, for the their native language.

The man asked

gardener never gave us such beautiful them how they had fallen into slavery. flowers and nice fruits when we fetched They told him their story, and both began the vegetables. to weep bitterly when they mentioned the So the boys went now nearly every day to name of their beloved father. The good the garden. The good Christian gardener gardener comforted them, and asked them had always something instructive and inif they had received instruction in the teresting to tell them. They used to Christian religion.

look forward to the happy quarter or Oh, yes!' they said. "We have learned half hour they should spend with him. the Lord's Prayer and the Apostles' Creed. At last, at their request, Selim allowed


sorry for her.'

them to spend an hour a-day with their was dead, the last thing was gone that friend the gardener when his day's work cared for her, and for whom she would ever was over. This was the happiest hour they enjoyed in that unchristian land. They “She spoke so roughly, my dear, you thanked God every day for granting them would have been quite terrified,' said Miss such a good priest for a teacher.

Jemima. “I would not advise you to go (To be continued.)

near the house, for it is of no use—she was

quite abusive. THE POWER OF LOVE.

Mary Trapp had once been a servant of A UNTIE,' said Flora Morrison, one the Morrisons', but having given way to a

spring morning, 'I am so grieved ; love of drink, she had first estranged her that sweet little baby of Mary Trapp's is husband, who was not a perfect character dead-carried off by convulsions last night.' himself, and had gone off to America and

I have heard so, my dear, and can hardly left her; then she set all her friends at say I regret it. Mary is so hardened a

defiance, Miss Jemima among the number. character, that it seems like a judgment The one good feeling left to her was love upon her; and she certainly was unfit to

for her only child, and when little Louie train up a child for the Lord. I mean to was taken from her she was like a tiger call to-day, however, and try to impress bereft of its young. upon her the duty of taking this chastise

Poor Mary!' said Flora, sighing, 'I am ment to heart.'

Oh, auntie ! wait a bit, please,' said • Even the neighbours keep away,' anFlora, anxiously. "They say-the maids, I swered Miss Jemima. "Mary rages at them mean—that Mary feels it dreadfully; and all. She seems almost to bave lost reason.' all the week that baby has been ailing she Poor thing!' said Flora again; if only has never taken anything to drink, but has we could comfort her!' sat up all night with it.'

Flora took a severe cold, and was shut 'I must do what I consider my duty, up in the house for some days, so she could Flora,' replied Miss Morrison in a hard

not venture out over the wet fields to Mary voice, and not refrain from rebuking Mary Trapp's cottage, as, in spite of her aunt's Trapp from any weak motive. A word in

warning, she meant to do.

She puzzled season, you know.'

much over poor Mary's case. Litton, her Aunt Jemima was a good, upright, maid, plainly refused to go near the woman. austere woman, ruling more by fear than 'I daren't, miss,' she said, 'Mary scares me love; and Flora, a warm-hearted girl, often

with her wild ways; and they do say she is differed from her in her plans of managing mad with grief now.' her servants, the poor, and others around So Flora had to content herself with her. She was sorry, therefore, but not sur- waiting till she was better, and meantime prised, when her aunt returned from a visit she made a beautiful wreath of spring to Mrs. Trapp the washerwoman, that even- flowers to lay on baby Louie's coffin, as she ing, with the remark that Mary was sadly had learned to do when staying in Germany, hardened, would listen to no good advice, The gardener took it to Mary Trapp's house and had plainly told Miss Jemima to go and laid it on the doorstep. away and leave her; for that, now the baby That afternoon was the funeral. Flora

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