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THE TWO MARTYRS. IN N a dark dungeon many hundred years this sad place. His face looked peaceful
ago stood a noble Roman boy, waiting and happy, although he knew that tofor To-morrow. The golden light of the morrow he would be taken into the theatre, setting sun shone brightly on his prison and there, before hundreds of his old friends frock, making it almost as gay as the and acquaintances, be torn in pieces by beautiful dress he wore before he came into wild and hungry beasts. Would you, dear children, have looked as happy, do you think? ing after Sunday evening to this happy You, who cry perhaps at the sting of a place. This particular night he had just wasp, complain when your Sunday frock is safely, as he thought, reached the end of not so fine as you would like it to be, or the narrow and gloomy lane which led to when there is no cake for tea, should you the Mission-room, when, with savage shouts, have looked so happy with prison dress, four boys, Bob and Harry and two others, prison fare, and the thoughts of such a rushed out of a dark passage, and threw death? This Roman boy was so happy four big stones at little Tom's head, and because he was a Christian, and going to
then ran away. suffer shame and death for Jesus' sake; and When little Tom awoke again the sun when next day, before many thousands of shone brightly into a large and cheerful heathen Roman people, he was torn in room; texts in many pretty colours were on pieces by the lions, God gave him strength the walls and a gentle-looking woman was from Heaven to bear the dreadful pain, walking round from bed to bed, for little and He took his happy soul to Heaven to Tom was in an hospital. He was terribly join the glorious and noble army of mar- bruised and hurt, and he lay, after the tyrs, of whom we sing in our beautiful Te policeman bad found him and brought him Deum.
to the hospital, for many days unconscious, Many, many hundred years later, a poor, and, as the doctors thought, dying: but little, half-starved boy, was creeping slowly little Tom did not die; his time was not out of a Mission-room, in one of the most yet come; God had more work for him to neglected and dirty parts of London-a part do; and in the hard-working, zealous City so bad that no one but the clergy, mission- mfissionary, who thinks no court or no alley aries, and doctors, dared to venture there. too bad, too dirty, or too lost, for him to
a bare, dull room, under an old go into and tell the people of a Saviour's warehouse, but every Sunday evening a few love, we may find again the little martyr earnest Christians out of the hundreds of Tom.
M. F. heathen who lived around them went there, quietly and cautiously, to hear God's Word.
A GENTLE TEMPER. They went cautiously, because of the jeers
WEET is it to see a child, and jibes and possible ill-treatment of their
Tender, merciful, and mild, neighbours. Little Tom had gone there first with an old cobbler, who lived in the
Ready, even to a worm,
Acts of kindness to perform. same house with his drunken mother and himself. First for the warm fire and quiet God is love, and never can comfort, then because he there learnt to Bless or love a cruel man: know and love his Saviour; and, little as Mercy rules in every breast, he was, he had made up his mind to be a Where the Spirit is a guest. Christian boy.
We ourselves to mercy owe Tom's mates, Bob and Harry, found out
Our escape from endless woe, one evening where Tom was gone, and from
And the merciless in mind that time there was no peace for him: jeers,
Shall themselves no mercy find. threats, taunts and abuse, were heaped upon him; but still little Tom crept Sunday even
THE WHITE ROSE.
into a quiet sleep, and the mother sent her
son Willie out for a walk, saying that he N a dressing-table in a must go, or else he would be ill, as he had
bed-room of a beau- been attending his sister all that day, and
He wandered along to St. James's who was that evening Square, a carriage dashed past him and
going to a children's stopped at one of the houses. This carparty.
When Edith entered the room riage contained no other than Edith Warshe said to her maid, Ob, Nary, how As she alighted, the rose, which had often I have told you white does not suit been hastily put in, fell from her hair. me? Why could you not buy me some Slie passed into the house without noticing coloured flower?' The maid answered that her loss, nor did the footman perceive it the florist had not many flowers, as it was either. The carriage drove away as Willie the month of January ; so her young lady came up, and he caught sight of the rose began to dress.
lying on the pavement; wondering to find Edith had not been long dressing when the very flower he wished, he picked it up a servant came upstairs to say that the car- and carried it to his own home. During riage was at the door and her father was his absence a great change had come over waiting, so, hastily fastening the rose in her his sister; the delirium had left her - but hair, Edith went to the party; where we will she was dying. When Willie opened the leave her, and pay a visit to one who was door she welcomed him with a sweet smile, placed in very different circumstances. and a look of intelligence came into her
In a miserable house in the neighbour- eyes which had not been there for days. hood of St. Giles's there was lying ill.with Joy beamed in her face at the sight of the fever a little girl, about the age of ten. white rose, but she was too weak to exShe was now in the midst of poverty and press her pleasure except by signs. Her wretchedness, but she had once enjoyed the mother and brother watched the whole pleasures of the country when her father, night, and when the morning was beginning who was now dead, was a labourer on a to dawn, the dying child woke, and said, farm. Her mother and brother stood at her in such a low tone that she could scarcely bedside and watched the sick child with be heard,increasing anxiety. Annie, for that was
" Then with all the saints in glory the child's name, was very very ill, and her
Join to praise our Lord and King.' mind wandered. It was painful to hear She then cast a loving look on her mohow often her thoughts went back to her ther and brother, and also on the white rose country life, to its flowers and fields, and which lay in her hand, a sweet smile overspecially to a favourite white rose-tree, a spread her features, and her spirit was at blossom from which she cried for in rest. vain.
We cannot tell of the sorrow of the moHer mother and brother watched long by ther and brother, but Willie's sorrow was Annie's bedside. After some time she fell somewhat soothed by the thought that his
sister's last wish had been fulfilled. The the party she discovered the loss of her rose which had been so despised by the rich flower, and was very vexed, but I do not maiden had given her last pleasure to the think she would have regretted her rose so poor one, and was now going to be buried much if she had known the pleasure it had with her.
given to one who was, now praising God When Edith was in the drawing-room at on high.
R. E. C.