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DEAR is the ancient Village Church, which rears

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By the lone yew, or lime, or elm-girt mound,

Its modest fabric: clear and pleasant sound
Of bells, the grey embattled tower that wears Thou givest not, England, to the tasteful
Of changeful hue the marks of by-gone

eye, years;

Nor to the heart more soothing. Blest Buttress, and porch, and arch with mazy

their lot! round

Know they their bliss, who own their Of curious fret, or shapes fantastic

dwelling nigh crowned;

Such resting-place; there by the world Tall pinnacles and mingled window-tiers,

forgot, Norman or misnamed Gothic. Fairer spot In life to worship, and when dead to lie.

BISHOP MANT.

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THE PARTING.

MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST.

OH,
H, so light, sweet sister mine,

Should your sorrow be for me; I can only feel so joyful,

Or I, dear, would grieve for thee. Darling sister, we have shared In love and faith to our dear Lord,

Can you grudge that I should go ?

Should I stay with you below, When He bids me to His board, To the mansion He prepared me,

To the place He keeps for me? Close, I think it is, my sister,

To the one He has for thee.

PUTTING OFF SHOES. IN N the East, when a man goes into a holy

place to pray he takes off his shoes. We take off the hat, but they take off the shoes. So at the burning bush, when God talked with Moses, he was told to take his shoes from off his feet, for the place on which he stood was holy ground. The Jews, in their own land, did not wear shoes and stockings as we do; but they had a flat piece of leather, which was tied under their feet, and this was called a sandal. The servants used to tie these for their masters, and sometimes to carry them. The upper part of the foot was not covered, and got dusty, the servants, therefore, used to wash their masters' feet as soon as they came into a house. Jesus washed his disciples' feet, to show how humble He was, and to teach us that we ought to be humble too.

I did not think I could have been

So thankful, darling, here to lie, Just waiting till the Master fix

The happy day for me to die. So let us part as we have lived, Each joying in each other's joy;

You to serve the Master here,

To friends and husband doubly dear, And I to peace without alloy. Oh: all things seem so poor and weak

Now I see that world so near! Forgive me if you feel me gone

E’en while I linger with thee, dear.

THE

WHEN TROUBLE IS GREATEST

GOD'S HELP IS NEAREST.
THERE was terrible distress in the

year of famine, 1847, among the Silesian mountains, especially among the weavers' districts. Thousands died of famine typhus; the country was desolated; in some villages entire families perished.

Thus it was in one village near Oppeln, in Upper Silesia, and there in a cottage the father, mother, and two out of four children, had died of typhus; they were buried quickly, and two other children, a boy of nine and his little sister of seven, remained behind in the cottage alone.

Solitary and forsaken, the children sat and stared at the four bare walls. No one troubled themselves about the poor lonely ones, for almost everybody had sorrow enough of their own at that sad time.

I once, perhaps a little, wished

To have seen your wedding-day, But now all earth, and thou, my sister,

Vanish like a mist away : Vanish, as though all unreal, my

Haven comes in sight,-
Comes my Home, my Rest, my Lord.

He comes, Whom we have so adored. Day comes, and life seems but a night! Oh, I trust I hold so fast

To the mercy of my Lord, ,To His mercy, to His merit, Now and evermore adored.

J. E. C. F.

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Hunger causes hard pangs, and, alas! sel- The third bundle, too, found a purchaser fishness is strong, among all people.

in the course of the afternoon. Three The children, who felt indeed very sad | groschen! No merchant on the Exchange, and desolate in the evening in their empty who had by a bold stroke won thousands, cottage, now took counsel as to how they could be happier than the two children. should support themselves. The boy rested Now the boy bought some bread. Oh! it his head in his hand, and exclaimed after a tasted indeed like cake, for the children while, I have it! We will go into the were very hungry. wood, and pick up fagots; we will make Their two-hours' walk home seemed to these into bundles, and carry them to them an easy journey. They had earned Oppeln to sell. Each bundle is worth a their first money in their lives-honestly groschen.*

Ab! sister, if we are fortunate earned it, too; this made heart and feet we may earn three groschen.'

light. Arrived in their cottage, both sat No sooner said than done.

Next morn- for some time in the dark, for they had ing both children left the cottage, which neither oil nor candle for a light. The stood in a solitary place just outside the brother told the sister one pretty story after village. A wooden bolt to the door was its another, till at last both fell asleep. only protection, but there was nothing to Next day wood was again collected, to steal -- no beds, no furniture—for in the fa- be sold at Oppeln on the morrow.

Success mine and distress their parents had sold again crowned their efforts.

. The blessing every article they possessed. Moreover, of God plainly rested on their little busithe children were so innocent themselves, ness. The little man provided for everythat they never thought of any one else thing like the father of a family. He got being so wicked as to steal.

bread and salt, and even a sausage, which They went into the wood, where they was regarded as a great dainty. Thus had refreshed themselves with whortle-berries, the children passed six weeks of their lives, and then sought all day in the lonely forest when the Lord of the Manor to whom the for firewood. When it began to get dark, village belonged, and who lived on his estate they returned home with three bundles, a long way off, one day passed by the cotand looked forward with joy to the morrow, tage. It happened just at the right time, when they would go to Oppeln and sell the for the children were sitting sorrowfully wood. With early dawn they started to the before the door, and the cold wind was town. The boy carried two of the bundles, blowing through their hair. The boy was his little sister carried the third.

thinking about the future, especially of the Arrived in Oppeln, the boy said to his approaching winter. In storm and rain sister, 'Stay here with your bundle, sitting the brave boy had gathered wood and caron the bridge; I am going further on, and ried it to Oppeln to sell. But if snow and when I have sold my wood, I shall come cold came? With no shoes, no stockings, back and fetch yours.' Fortune smiled on scarcely even a shirt on his body, what the little fagot-gatherer. In an hour he should he do? had sold his wood, and showed his sister When the Lord of the Manor saw them, with glee the two groschen he had received he asked them where their father was. for it.

• He is dead.' . Rather more than a penny.

• Where is your mother, then ?'

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