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answered. Aw wants to read better nor
aw do, and to make sure what 'tis things (Continued from p. 19.)
mean -- things in the Bible, you knows. ND how do you think she had Canst tell me the way childer gets into th'
spent her twopence after all ? Sunday Schools ?'
a scheme in her head for the That's th'school as I'd used to go to, an' accomplishment of this very object which it's a good ’un, and so is th' preacher at would cost nothing, and in which surely th' church too. Be theer at nine, sharp.' she need not fear much opposition. This Matty was delighted to have everything was nothing less than to gain admittance made so clear and easy for her, All that to a Sunday School. It is true she did was now wanted was Mrs. Gubbings' connot see her way clear before her; Jenny and sent to the plan. This must be obtained, Jack had never desired anything of the Matty knew; for, though free to employ kind, nor did they mix among young peo- her time as she liked on any other day in ple who cared for such things; none of the the week, on Sundays her step-mother exfamily ever attended any place of worship, pected her to be always within call, to and Matty did not at all know what steps answer the door or run an errand, or to she ought to take. But Matty was not to make herself otherwise useful. Still Matty be easily daunted.
had not much fear of meeting with an One day she made her appearance in actual refusal ; Mrs. Gubbings had often Mrs. Lane's shop, and timidly asked, impressed upon her that her services were * Please, ma’am, may aw just speak a word of no value, 'not worth the salt to her wi Sally?'
porridge,' as she expressed it: so Matty “To be sure, my dear, to be sure;' and plucked up her courage and resolved to Mrs. Lane suffered Matty to pass behind make her request that very night. She the counter and to make her way into the was quite unprepared for the bitter disaplittle room at the back of the shop, where pointment that awaited her. the invalid girl usually sat.
• What's th' chilt got into her yedd And here she was sitting, busy with now?' cried Mrs. Gubbings angrily. 'Sabsome needlework, when Matty entered, and bath School, for sure! Niver talk to me though the place was somewhat gloomy, about 'em ; aw hates sich-loike cant and her bright smile seemed to light it up and sneaking. Aw'm not a goin' for to 'av ony make all cheerful and pleasant.
Methodies here, nor ony work o' that sart. ' Sit down, lass,' she said kindly, and Next we'll be 'aving th' minister and distell us what 'tis.'
tricters coomin' pokin' their noses in at • Aw '
wants to larn summat, Matty th' door. No, I tells yer, aw'll ’av thee
she had not frequented much of late, and Pro
bide a' whoam o' Sundays; thae'st gaddin' in the road to heaven. Truly our little about enoo t'other days, sure-ly.'
Matty could say with the Psalmist, Thy Notwithstanding this scolding, Matty word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light ventured upon a few words of pleading: unto my path.' She might as well have been silent and bent "Oh! if the gen'leman could but know to her fate at once. Mrs. Gubbings boxed how happy this 'ere present o' hisn has her ears soundly, bidding her “to hold her made me, aw'm sartain sure as he'd be rare clatter' and to take herself off to bed. an glad,' Matty would sometimes say to
Poor Matty! her pillow was wet with her herself; and then, on her occasional visits tears that night ; and in the morning she to Well's Dale Station, she would look out awoke with the sense of a great want- for the Valley Junction train, hoping her with a sad aching at the heart, the dream friend might be travelling that way again : of days and weeks all rudely broken. 'How but not once did she ever catch sight of him. am I iver to get to larn things?' she asked
(To be continued.) herself; and all through the long hours before noon she kept repeating the question. But MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST. in the afternoon she trudged off to her old quarters at the Well's Dale Station, which
EOPLE did not always use money when opening her Bible, set herself steadily they bought what they wanted, but to her reading, hoping so to forget her they gave instead corn or salt, or even sheep troubles : and she did better than forget and oxen. After a time they found that this them she found, whilst following the story was not a good plan, and those who bought of Christ's sufferings, that she could think anything gave instead some pieces of copper, of her own disappointment and trials with silver, or gold. These pieces of metal had something like resignation-with a tearful no mark set upon them like our coins, so prayer that she might have the grace given
that the seller did not count the money her to follow the example of her dear Lord's paid to him, but weighed it in scales or in patience; that she might learn to submit a balance.
It is said that the first money her will to God's will, for Matty saw plainly was stamped with the figure of a sheep or that it was God Who permitted her step- an ox, and was of the same value as the mother to cross her desire to attend the beast itself, Sunday School; and since He permitted One coin used by the Romans was nearly it, the trial must be for her good. And yet as large as a brick, and was stamped with Matty had had no teacher but her Bible: the picture of an ox. Small coins had the testimonies of God were her only coun
other marks. All our money is stamped sellors; and in them she found her chief with the head of the King or Queen who delight. Her life had once, as we know, reigned when it was coined, like that spoken been cheerless enough, and her way bad of by our Saviour when He paid the tax lain all dark before her. She had had none that was due, and said that it was right to comfort her in her childish troubles; to ó render unto Cæsar the things that were none to show her what she ought, or ought Cæsar's,' that is, the coins that bore Cæsar's not, to do. Now her Bible was her friend, 'image and superscription, or name and and her comforter in distress ; her guide titles, written round it.
A mellow glory o'er the scene
Where weary toil so late has been. Now all is peaceful, quiet, still,
Thus with the man, who spends his life The birds' late notes with rapture thrill.
Toiling for God mid heat and strife, The sinking sun with slanting rays
Peace and sweet joy his age attend, Draws o'er the hill a golden haze;
And heaven's own glory gilds his
end. J. E. C.F.
angry about it, good woman, for the thing GOOD FOR EVIL.
is true.' TELL you, Sir, my Jamie
• How can you prove it ?' never took
half-crown. 'Jamie was alone in the shop for several If
you were not pleased with hours that day, and I heard from good his services you might have authority that he was known to possess sent him off; but it was half-a-crown the same evening I missed cruel to take away his cha- mine.'
racter. We may be poor, “A lady gave him one for weeding her but we've always been honest.'
garden after he went home.' There's no use in denying, or getting *A likely story, indeed! But you're only