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slaves among the throng prayed, O God, father appeared upon the scaffold. 0 have mercy upon her! O Jesus, do Thou father! dearest father!' cried both, weepbe with her!' All eyes were fixed upon ing and sobbing, and both fell upon his her. She was dressed entirely in white, neck. • Must you, then, leave us now? without any ornament of gold or jewels. Must you, indeed, die?' She threw back her veil. She looked some- The father stood up once more He what pale, but was quite calm and without took one boy after the other in his arms, any sign of fear. She raised her eyes to pressed bim to his heart, and kissed him. Heaven, clasped her hands, and prayed inMy dearest children !' he said, with a silence. Not one of the spectators who loud, strong voice, 'be comforted. I do saw her thus standing remained untouched. not die. I shall live for ever.

I am And now the Pacha, followed by a 'large coming near to God! I shall now-ob, company of officers and servants, came how I rejoice to think of it !-behold the forth from the gate of the palace to the face of our Divine Redeemer. Your dear raised platform. The Pacha was dressed mother, too, I shall meet again in Heaven. in his purple robe of office; he had girded I will bring her greetings from you. God, on his sword too, whose hilt and scabbard the Father of all orphans, will supply a sparkled with gold and diamonds. On his father and mother's place to you! And head he wore a white turban. His counte- now I commend you to God and to His nance was dark and gloomy. With his

grace. Remain true Christians and good piercing eyes beneath his black eyebrows, lads, then all will be well. In Heaven and his long black beard, he was a very we shall meet again. Farewell!' imposing-looking man. Before, when he

(To be continued.) showed himself in public he was always

LITTLE MEG AND THE greeted with loud cries of joy. But this time there was not a word.

BLACKSMITH. The noble Lucius was brought forth,

LITTLE girl stood one accompanied by many guards. With a.

day by the open window firm step he ascended the scaffold. The

of a blacksmith's shop, gaoler took off bis chains, and unfastened

watching the bright red his collar, in order to bare his neck. The

sparks fly upwards, and executioner with drawn sword stood ready.

listening to the music of Lucius raised his eyes to Heaven and prayed.

the hammer upon the He looked even more dignified than that of

anvil. .I shall come the Pacha, in spite of all his splendour and

here every day,' she said state. It was a solemn moment, which to herself. It's very fine: next best to

. • touched all minds that were not entirely seeing the stars shining at nights, and without feeling. Now Lucius, at the exe

hearing the little birds singing in the cutioner's command, knelt down. With

woods.' So Meg stood in the same spot uplifted glittering sword, the headsman dày after day, till Tom Carter, the blacklooked towards the Pacha, waiting till he, smith, got quite used to the sight of the according to the custom of the Turks,

child's sturdy little figure and eager face, should give the signal for the death blow.

and felt disappointed if they did not appear. Then suddenly the two sons of this good

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“Ah,' he sighed, my little Fanny was never felt so cheerful since his little Fanny just about her size when she had to go, as was taken from him. By-and-by he began her mother had done before ; and now they to talk of his little dead daughter, and Veg are both angels in Heaven, and I am left listened till her friend ceased. alone!'

“She'll be bigger than me now,' Meg At last he spoke to the child, and asked said then. her why she came there so often; where “Yes, if so be as they grow up in she lived ; and so on. Meg's story was Heaven,' answered Tom. I wouldn't like simple enough. She had lost both her for her to change, though, lest I mightn't parents, and was now under the care of an know her again. aunt, who had not much time to give to Oh, sure you'll know her any how,' said her little niece, as she went out washing, Meg: leastways she'll know you ; else and was always busy with household work you wouldn't care for going up to Heaven, when she came home at night.

would you? God would never let you be Neither was she rich enough to send fretted so.' Meg to school; so the child wandered about • He has let me be fretted for a long pretty much where she would all day, and, while,' said Tom with a sigh, and speaking heing a good child, she kept out of mis- more to himself than to the child. “ Man chief, and managed to be contented and is born unto trouble as the sparks fly happy.

upward." *Only I liked the pretty flowers in the Meg looked up thoughtfully. A piccountry where I used to live, and to see ture of the smithy was before her eyes, the lambs skipping about in the meadows, and gave force to the text. “But,' she she said one day, when Tom Carter was said, in her simple child's wisdom, the questioning her as to her new home. sparks go out, you know, when they've got

My Fanny liked them too,' thought the up high: just as our troubles will when we blacksmith, and he made up his mind to get up to Heaven.' give the little orphan a treat.

Tom smiled now, though still with a What do you say to going a walk with shade of bitterness. "Ah, little one! but me in the fields next Sunday ?'

they're mighty heavy to bear while they 'I go to church with aunt in the morn- last.' ing,' said Meg; "and then there's the • Teacher says that they're sent to make Sunday-school of afternoons.'

us good, and that if it weren't for them • Then we won't start till school is over,' we would maybe forget about God.' returned Tom. You ask your aunt; and You are good, and think about God, I'll be at the school-door as you come out. and yet you have no trouble, Meg,' said I'll put a bit of bread and cheese and a

Tom. bottle of milk in my pocket, and so • Aye, but I was sorry when mother shall do very well for tea.'

died,' returned the child. “And I am sorry Meg was delighted; and the next Sun- I've got no books to read. The Squire's day the two set off and rambled away into little girl at our place used to lend me one the green fields and lanes, plucking bunches of hers sometimes; but auntie hasn't any. of wild flowers as they went. And the child Then I'm sorry when it rains, and I can't chattered away to the man, and he had get down to the smithy to see the spark



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shooting. It's a bit lonesome all by myself to have it, I'm sure, for you've been a little in the house with nothing to do.'

comforter to her father; and he'd like to Tom thought of the child's lonely life, give you a bit of pleasure in return.' and remembered a certain book full of And Tom fetches the book, and puts it stories and coloured pictures which his in Meg's hand. It is a welcome gift, inlittle daughter used to love, but which had deed, and it gave the child many a happy been put away with her other things in a hour, that otherwise she would not have box upstairs, where it still was. Meg would had; for though her cheerful temper made like it, he thought; but the thought went her contented in her lot, her aunt was often no further. The volume was a treasure, as cross and ailing. having belonged to his lost darling, and so The winter came at last, bringing with not lightly to be parted with.

it sharp rheumatic pains for Aunt Betsy, But,' Meg went on, we mustn't look to and scant food and hard work for the orphan have things go straight always, must we? child. She seldom went now to the sinithy, We'd forget to think of Heaven if they did.' and Tom Carter missed her more than he

• Isn't your aunt kind to you?' asked liked to own even to himself. A whole Tom.

week had gone by without her coming near, “Yes,' was the cheerful answer; and he was beginning to think he would she's not just like mother. I do miss call to ask about her, when raising his mother now and again. But she said that eyes from his work he saw Meg standing it was naughty to fret over things which at the door, looking quite forlorn. are God's doing; so I try not.'

What is it, little one?' he asked The little girl, without knowing it, was anxiously. teaching a lesson to ber companion. Tom • Aunt is dead, and I'm to go to the Carter knew that he had been rebelling workhouse, they say,' was the piteous reply. ever since his child's death against the will Tom flung down his hammer, “To the of God: that he had brooded sullenly over workhouse !' he exclaimed. Nay, they shall his loss, and refused to be comforted. Meg's never take thee there.

Don't cry, deary. simple words found their way into his soul; Thou shalt come and live with me." and that night he lifted up his voice to God Meg clung to him in loving trust, and in the earnest prayer — Help me to say, her sobs grew less and less. And from that “Thy will be done."

hour Tom Carter found a new interest and What makes little Meg's sweet face so hope in life; a new motive in his work. sad as it gazes in at the smithy window? His home was no longer cheerless; it Tom Carter catches the expression, and in resounded once again to a child's happy a pause from his hammering calls out:a

laughter. His heart was no longer deso. What ails thee, lassie?'

late; for little Meg filled up his lost Oh, it's nothing much,' Meg answers ; Fanny's empty place. And no fond father only I'm to stop more at home, and mind

ever gave to daughter greater tenderness the house, Aunt Betsy says.'

and care; no daughter ever repaid father Don't fret, little one, Tom says; • I'll with deeper gratitude and love. tell you what I'll do. I'll give you something .“We mustn't forget as we are bound for as will make indoors seem pleasant to you. a better country, lassie,' he would say, There's my Fanny's book. She'd like you because we are so happy here.'

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