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hood's prayer.

watch when father was late,' says the soldier and boy, helped in his care by a faithful old to himself; and he stands still and lays his servant, Marjorie, who was getting old and hand upon the gate, and without thinking deaf; nor could they now have afforded any what he is about, he presently steps a little other or more expensive servant, for the nearer to the window, and can see in. civil wars between the Royalists and Par

He sees a little child kneeling at its liamentarians three hundred years and more mother's knee, saying its evening prayer. ago were raging in the country, and

That is how mother taught me,' the spreading fear and misery everywhere. soldier says to himself. He waits there John, the eldest brother of Alice, was until the child has finished, and then he fighting with Sir Edmund Fowler, the moves on; but as he goes he thinks of squire of Ovendean, which was the name home and mother, and the long-forgotten of the village where Mr. Page was parish prayer.

priest, for his king and his country, and That is all my picture tells : but I may obliged much against his will to leave bis tell you this besides, that what he remem- aged father and helpless sister to the chance bered that afternoon he remembered all his of robbery and ill-usage from the rough life; and when he was an old man be some- soldiers who swarmed over the country. times told this story, and said that God won Poverty, anxiety, distress for his king and him back from a careless life by reminding country, fears lest his little church and him of mother and home, and of his child- humble country parsonage should be taken

E. M. A. F. S. from him, had brought on a low fever,

which prevented Mr. Page from rising

from his bed; and his daughter sat by him, ALICE'S COURAGE.

watching him with the deepest anxiety, NE stormy winter's night, in and feeling that nothing but the grace of a lonely country parsonage,

God could enable her to bear all the heavy a young girl sat beside her trials she foresaw in the distance. Sudfather's sick-bed, listening to denly the wind howled louder than ever, the irregular breathing of the it seemed to shake the very foundations of patient, and starting every

the crazy old house, and Alice trembled now and then as a more angry with fear; then, in the lull which succeeded blast than usual shook the the blast, she heard a quick eager tap at the house. Upon her knees lay front door.

front door. She knew that Marjorie was & holy book : she had been reading to her too deaf to hear, besides she had sent her dear father his favourite passages, until to bed after her hard day's work and prehe fell into a restless sleep. Alice Page

Alice Page vious nights of watching, so Alice herself was an only daughter, and a faithful loving stole downstairs with a candle, trembling

Seventeen years ago had her dear and nervous, for the clock of the old church mother left her little boy of six and her had chimed the half-hour after midnight little girl of three to the care of a tender some little time before. Who could it be? father, and of the guardian angels, to join By the outer door she stayed a moment her other two dear little ones in Heaven. before she opened it, and a voice said, Since that time Alice's father had been * Open, open, I pray you; it is an old both father and mother to the orphan girl friend in great distress.'







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Alice opened the door quickly then; sheltering that malignant Edmund Fowler. the blast almost blew out her candle as the You had better give him up, as I hold the tall form of Sir Edmund Fowler passed in warrant to take him in my hand, or I will quickly, dressed like a Cavalier, as the break every bone in your skin.' Royalist gentlemen were called.

Sir Edmund Fowler! he is with the king: • The Roundhead soldiers are upon me, is be not, Alice?' said poor Mr. Page, greatly Alice child,' said he. “Give me shelter, I bewildered. “I know nothing of him, but beseech



do not wish to see me you are welcome to search the house. My murdered before your very eyes.'

daughter will show you the way.' 'I will indeed, sir, the best I can,' said The soldiers with many threats left the Alice. Then she added anxiously, ‘But my old man and followed Alice, who showed brother John, how and where is he?' them every room of the old house, and also

Safe and well with the dear king, my the stable, granary, and cowhouse. But child; but show me some place of safety I no trace of Sir Edmund Fowler was to be implore, or I shall be lost.

Come with me, sir,' said Alice. Taking “He must be somewhere in the hall, I some keys and a lantern, and hastily put- reckon,' said the captain, whom Alice recogting some bread and a little bottle of wine nised as a former blacksmith of Ovendean; in a basket, she left the house followed by we will go there. And mind, young woman,' Sir Edmund. In a few minutes she re- added he, if we find you and your mis

“ turned alone, and having carefully locked guided old father have aided and abetted the front door she returned to her dear in his escape, to prison will I take you both.' father, who was still sleeping.

There was no more sleep that night for After Alice had watched him for about a poor Mr. Page and his daughter. Alice sat quarter of an hour he awoke. “How stormy beside him reading his favourite psalms the wind is, dear!' he said. “Read me a short and hymns, and collects, which soothed her Psalm, my child-the forty-sixth I should own shaken nerves and spirits whilst they like, it seems suitable to this terrible night.' quieted his fears. More suitable than even the good old man When morning came, Alice stole quietly dreamed of.

to Sir Edmund's hiding-place, with meat Alice was just reading the ninth verse, and bread for his refreshment, and told him · He maketh wars to cease in all the world, how near his enemies had been to him when there was a furious knocking at the during the night, and advising him to front door, and a kicking and pushing so remain in concealment during the daylight, rough that the old door gave way, and and not to proceed upon his journey beseven soldiers armed to the teeth rushed fore nightfall; and not until he was many in, and trampling up the stairs, clattered miles upon that same journey, and the into the poor old man's sick-room. Mr. Roundhead soldiers were still evidently Page, weak though he was, raised himself hunting upon a wrong tract, did Alice up in bed in terror.

venture to tell her father how safely Sir Oh! oh! old man !' said the captain of Edmund had been hidden in the old belfry the Roundhead soldiers, 'I should have tower of the little church, and bow unconthought at your time of life you would sciously her father had vouched for her have found something better to do than innocence. Some months after Mr. Page Mr. Page and the Roundheads. had a letter from Sir Edmund, saying that that he remembered with the deepest gratihe had reached the king's camp in safety, tude Alice's brave and prudent conduct in that John Page was happy and well, and his hour of danger and distress.


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IT is a pleasant thing


To walk at early day, To see the pretty flowers,

And smell the sweet new hay. The sun is warm and bright,

The sky is clear and blue; And all the trees and flowers

Are wet with drops of dew. Hush! don't you hear the bird

That's singing in the sky? No bird except the lark

Would fly so very high. It left its little nest

When day had just begun, And flew so high to bid

Good morning to the sun. Good morning, shining sun,'

I think the lark would say; • I'm happy in my heart

This fine warm summer day. • I'm very glad you're come,

You make the world so light,
And all the trees and flowers

So beautiful and bright.
I'll sing a merry song,

And then fly down to rest,
Or search for worms to feed

My young ones in the nest.' The lark has done its song,

And settled on the ground; But we will not forget

The sweet and happy sound. And when our hearts are glad,

In long, bright summer days, To God in Heaven we'll sing

Our songs and hymns of praise. God loves each thing He made,

However weak and small; But glad and thankful hearts

He loves the best of all.


(Continued from p. 235.) CHAP. VII.—THE PRISONER

HILST Elmine had the two

children in her house, and e treated the pious Antonius,

not so much as the overseer of her garden as the shepherd of her soul, the Pacha, her husband, still remained at Constantinople, The

Sultan was preparing for a fresh campaign against the Christians, and bad summoned the Pacha to a council of war, and had appointed bim to be one of his generals. The war, in fact, bad broken out. Elmine soon received news of it. She and her Christian friends were much grieved at it, but the Turks in the palace and the town loudly rejoiced.

Although the Sultan's army had invaded Hungary in a distant part of the country, yet the Turks who lived near the Pacha's palace would not be idle. They banded together and bastened across the frontier, falling upon the towns and villages, desolating the fields, driving away the flocks, burning and destroying everywhere, and bringing back many Christian prisoners with them to Turkey.

Surrounded by an immense throng, and with shouts of joy, several prisoners were brought to the market-place before the Pacha's palace to be sold. Elmine and the two boys hastened to the open window to look at them. Suddenly the boys saw and knew their father among the prisoners. Both exclaimed with one voice as loud as they could, Father! dearest father!

He looked up, saw the two boys in Turkish dress, but did not know to whom they were calling. But they hastened down, and tried to press their way through

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