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things He said, which were not written was meant by the words, “I believe in the down, only stored in the loving memories Father, and in the Son, and in the Holy of those friends.

Ghost,' and he embodied in it the things What would the Confession or Creed be said in the Apostles' Creed about the life that would rise to the lips of those two who and death of Jesus Christ the Lord ; and supped with Him at Emmaus as they rose, this was called The Creed of Saint Athaafter hearing the whole scheme of redemp- nasius,' because he was a bishop who was

a tion over again, and remembering with it very earnest in teaching the true, and in the many conversations and preachings He preaching against all false doctrines. had held when He again and again used But people loved disputing and arguing the words, “I and my Father are one ?' 1500 years ago quite as much as they have And then all His words, too, about the done ever since, and indeed, no doubt, have Comforter,' what would the words of their done since the beginning of the world ; and Creed be but, I believe in the Father, Athanasius's struggles to do God's work and and in the Son, and in the Holy Ghost ?' maintain the honour of his dear Master And not for a moment would they think among the nations, might have continued of explaining what they meant, or how. longer still, had not the Lord Himself Solomon says, 'God made man upright, plucked His hand out of His bosom,' had ,

‘ lut he has sought out many inventions.' not God Himself laid to His hand, as it And so in time the simple but great mat- says in the Psalms, and took away him that ters of faith which the Christian Church troubled Israel. Arius died suddenly in said a man must believe if he would own the streets by the visitation of God just one the name of Christian, came to be rea- day before his intended proceedings would soned over and altered little by little, and have caused more mischief than ever. explained till they were explained away. Now you see why I told you that little ? So it came that a man named Arius at tale at the beginning. I meant that as

last taught that the Lord Jesus Christ was Teddy's father had to use all those words not truly God!

to make his meaning clear, and to prevent Now then it was not enough for one who the child from thinking that somehow he would be counted among the Christians to might have the fruit, so all those words say, 'I believe in the Father, and in the had to be put into the Creed which is Sun, and in the Holy Ghost,' but he must called the Creed of St. Athanasius to preat least add, and I believe that the Father vent people from getting into mistakes. is God, and that the Son is God, and that The simple words of belief, as you have the Holy Ghost is God ;' but besides that, seen when I told you of Arius, were not the 'many inventions that were sought enough, and the words had to be added,

ó ‘ out' made it needful to add many an

“I believe that the Father is God, and the otler guard and guide to the right under- Son is God, and the Holy Ghost is God;' standing of the precious Creed of the people and then immediately another set of people who were called Christians.

would say, 'Oh, then, there are three Gods, So a Bishop, who lived about the same not one God!' and so on, till the teachers time Arius did, drew up a full and com- in the Church, as I have shown yon, said, plete explanation (as far as heavenly things We must write a Creed that will meet every (

• can be explained to earthly minds) of what objection : though really, if people were not

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so contrary in their minds, or so weak in Christians, or in a state of salvation'-that their understandings, we should only want is, to be those who wish to be saved by the them to say, “ I believe in the Father, and redemption wrought by Jesus Christ, and in the Son, and in the Holy Ghost,” to not to trust in their own fulfilling of the show that they have a right to claim to be commandments.

J. E. C. F.

Published for the Proprietors by W. WELLS GARDNER, 2 Paternoster Buildings, London.

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VOU wonder, little child, you say

How I can sit and knit
Ilour after hour, day after day,

And not seem tired a bit.
Ah, child ! you little know the string

Of thoughts and memories
That with my yarn I still unwind,

The thoughts of other days.
Sometimes the bell tolls out, my child,

As it has done to-day,
Then long and silently I knit

And much I think and pray.
Your little evening hymn, my child,

I sometimes hear you say ;
Then too I sit, and think, and knit,

And knit, and think, and pray.
The folks, the scenes, the words, the decds,

The dreams of other days:
Still with my yarn they all flow on,

A tangled, ordered maze.


(Continued from p. 100.) BARTIN loved children dearly, 1

and no doubt it was a grief to him that none would ever play about his hearth, for he had long made up his mind that a poor deformed creature like himself could not expect to marry. For

all that, however, there often were children playing about him,

and fondling the rough cheeks of their kind friend, and for these he had always some pleasure in store, a toy, or an apple, or a bright penny,—nothing very valuable, for Martin was saving, too saving some said, but then they did not know him well. It was one evening in the chilly early springtime that Martin trudged down to the forge to speak to Sam Martell the blacksmith about a little lad who wanted to learn the business. Martin worked short hours for his bealth's sake; he was master, not man, now, and had several hands under him. Sam and his old father were at the forge, and they made Martin sit down for a chat. A small sharp knock at the door on which the horse-shoe was nailed roused the party, and when it was open they stared with surprise. A little maid of some seven years old stood in the doorway, cloaked and wrapped up as from a journey.

'I want Martin Black, my uncle,' said the sturdy little girl; ‘mother's dead, and now father's dead, and he bid me here and find him; he said as how he was

1 good to little children, and would care for me.'

So Martin Black led his little niece home, the only child of wilful Jim who had gone away so many years ago. The child had Jim's roving black eyes and square face, and Martin loved her all the better for them, though Jim had not been spe


I like sometimes to watch your pins,

Twinkling, glancing, bright, But I wonder you're not tired though,

All weck-days they're in sight!


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Look, child, since I began that turn

I've been a child at play-
A girl - a bride-a mother proud -

A widow early grey.
And therewith all the sins and cares,

The sufferings and the loss,
The joy, the grief, the spurning,

And the taking up my cross.
The knitting keeps me waking, child.

Had I been sitting here
Without my knitting, head and hands

Had been asleep, I fear;
And sitting still is more a toil

To an active head and hand And an active woman have I been, As any in the land.

J. E. C.F.


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cially kind to him; it was like a waft of mere force of example, wished to be alfresh air from the days of his childhood. lowed to help somewhat in the good work, People asked Martin what he could do with and Martin frequently now received offers a bit of a child like that, lone bachelor of money and advice. He refused the first, as he was, and Martin smiled and bade and listened quietly to the last. . When them wait, he had his plans. And then it We want aught, me and my children, we seemed that Kate Harding, the poor widow will come to you, and thank you kindly for on the Green, was coming to live in Martin's wishing to help us,' he would say. And cottage and take care of the little girl, and then some would point out to Martin how not a fortnight later, the tiny child of a with larger means he might do greater good. travelling tinker who died in the village was But Martin had his own way of thinking; added to the group.

it seemed to him that God had placed Very foolish to burden himself like him in a small way of life, and that while that,' said the neighbours, but Martin only he remained there he knew what he was smiled again. Half in earnest, half in jest, about, and he was safe ; but to take other they called the small cottage he occupied people's money and set up a grand estabthe Orphanage, and by-and-by VIrs. lishment, as they would have him do, Fortescue brought another little child, puzzled him. It might be that it was his whom she begsed Martin to take in, pro- duty to work on a larger scale, but if so mising to pay for its keep. Those were God would make it plain to him, and happy days for Martin; he did not the less meantime he would wait. visit the sick, or chat with his neighbours, So Martin waited, and asked God in his but his real pleasures were at home with daily prayers for guidance in this matter. the door shut, and the children playing Susy, the square-faced little niece, was about, or leaning against his knee as he growing fast, needing strengthening food talked to them. His one anxiety was for and plenty of it. Esther, the tinker's tiny them. With his uncertain health what baby, required constant care, for she was a would become of them if he were sud- sickly child, and of the rest of the little denly called away? True, there was a flock, only one here and there was old fund, his small savings would keep the enough or strong enough to earn a trifle household awhile, and Mrs. Fortescue had Would it be right to agree in the promised to do her best in such a case- Squire and Mrs. Fortescue's plan of buildso generally Martin would drive away ing a fine house by subscription, to hold gloomy forebodings as useless, and leave some fifty orphans, and of which he, Martin himself and his Orphanage in God's hands. Black, would be Superintendent. Superin

And his little flock increased,—now and tendent! that was a long, cold-sounding again a child was sent to him to be cared for, title : he was father' now to all the little sometimes with promise of payment, oftener ones in his care, Martin shook his head, it thrown on his mercy, and Martin refused was not made plain to him yet. none that really needed a home.

Meantime something happened that was really deserving now of the name of to settle the matter for Martin, though at Orphanage, that little cottage in the village the time it seemed to have nothing to do street which the poor deformed shoemaker with the Orphanage. had populated, and his rich neighbours, by

(Concluded in our itert.)

It was

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