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HOME from the war, young soldier !

HOME FROM THE WAR.
Them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with Him.”—1 Thess. iv. 14.

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Ah ! did you think to find them
Home after battle past;

Still on the field of strife ?
They have fought the fight — the brave

Still wrestling on with sin and care, good figbt, And they are home at last.

And this world's toil of life?

No, they are home and resting,

Resting from care and pain;
You who are glad of home and peace

Wish them not back again !
The happy, holy dead,

Are blessèd evermore; They are at peace, they rest from storms

Upon the quiet shore.
Within the sacred ground

Their bodies wait in trust,
Till Christ, the Resurrection Lord,

Shall call them from the dust.
Some sleep beneath the sea,

That great churchyard of waves, Where ships are passing to and fro

Above their unmarked graves: Yet Christ will find His own,

To meet Him in the skies : From land and sea all glorious

His sleepers will arise.
O happy, holy dead,

At rest from sin and pain;
O mourner, hush! they do but sleep,
And shall awake again.

E. M. A. F. S.

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I'm afraid you'll never see poor father again.'

The child trembled violently; then making an effort she said, Oh, why do you say such a cruel thing ? What do you know about him ?'

Nothing of him, my dear child; but parts of the boat were found on the strand drifted in by the tide this morning, and -(here she paused a moment)—and the body of Andy Jamieson.'

Nothing more?' questioned Alice, but in so low a tone that her friend could hardly catch the words.

• Nothing more,' she replied. We can only guess that when his comrade was drowned, and the boat went to pieces, there's little reason to hope your father escaped.

Alice covered her face with her hands for a few moments. She remembered the trust she had felt last night that God had taken him under His protection, and how in St. Paul's shipwreck the lives of all on board were saved though the vessel was destroyed, and again the conviction forced itself on her mind that her father yet lived. That day of suspense was the most painful of Alice's life. She wandered about the shore, hoping, yet fearing, what she might see there, until darkness prevented her seeing anything. Then as the wind blew cold, and the night approached, she was persuaded to return to

. reading and prayer, and just as she rose from her knees a thought came into her mind. God, she thought, must have sent it, in answer to her petitions.

• He went to the Stacks, and is perhaps on one of them still; the birds' eggs would keep him from starving.'

This thought grew almost to a certainty, and at the earliest streak of dawn she ran

THE ROCK-FOWLER'S

DAUGHTER. (Concluded from page 263.) T length a step met her ear, but it was not the well-known one for which

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she watched. The latch the cottage Again she took comfort in

was raised, and the kind neighbour with whom she had been the night before entered with the air

of one who brings bad tidings. Alice stood silent, she could not command her voice to ask a question. At length the woman spoke,

Make up your mind to it bravely, for

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see you

" Thank God! she cried. I knew Ho

He would take care of you, and give you back to me.

Come, dear father ; the boat is waiting for us.'

“And you are my deliverer, little daughter ?

I feared I should never again, but end my life on this rugged crag.'

As she descended the rocky path assisted by her father, and entered the boat which conveyed them both home, there was not in the world a happier little girl than the rock-fowler's daughter.'

S. T. A. R.

MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE EAST.

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to the house of the nearest boatman, and entreated him to come out at once to the Stacks.'

I don't see much hope in it, little girl,' he replied; but as you're so set on the matter I don't mind taking a cruise round them before the day's work begins. The morning is fine, and we needn't go too near the rocks.'

Will you take me?'
Yes, come along.'

Alice's anxiety was so great, that she spoke but little till they neared the first Stack; then, indeed, her excitement was intense. She called aloud, and strained her eyes across the dark and rugged cliffs, but it was all in vain. No father was there.

Then the boatman steered for the second of these isolated rocks. He seemed to think there was but little hope there either, for after taking one turn he was about to go on to the next, when Alice's quick eye observed a dark object stretched in a hollow part of the rock. She entreated to be allowed to land, and the good-natured boatman placed her on the narrow ledge of rock where her father had stood two days before. Finding the winding-path which led up the cliff, Alice managed to ascend -although fearing to cast her eyes down from the dizzy height- until she reached the shelving rock under which she had seen the dark object. Now it was more distinctly visible, and proved to be indeed a human form. Trembling she approached, and stooped forward to gaze at the face. It was her father ! But how still and motionless he lay! Gently she touched his forehead.

* Father, speak to me! she murmured. He started at her touch, and awoke.

child ! can it be a dream ? or how came you here ?'

MOURNING.
E read in the Bible of many ways in

which people showed their grief. Sometimes they rent or tore their clothes, they beat their breasts, and put dust on their heads, and sat or lay on the ground without eating all the day.

This is what David did when he was afraid that his child would die; and Jacob rent his clothes when he thought that his son Joseph was dead.

Sometimes they cut and wounded themselves to show their sorrow, but God told the Israelites not to do this. · When Mary was mourning for her brother Lazarus, she and her friends sat on the ground weeping, and when she rose up to go to Jesus they thought she was going to the grave to weep there.

Women used to cry very loudly when their friends died; and rich people often paid money to women to come and weep with them, and sing sad songs in praise of the dead persons.

Alice, my

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