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"I have learned in whatsoever state I am therewith to be content.'

When he has not enough he is quite content,
RANDFATHER Jeff is old,

When he has enough he is glad.
Old, and lonely, and poor ;
And his cottage is old and poor like himself,

“Come in!' says his cheery voice, And lonely, out on the moor.

If you knock at his cottage door ;

There's always a welcome, there's always a Grandfather Jeff, they say,

smile, Never seems cross or sad;

With Grandfather Jeff on the moor

I'll see You get

Early on summer days,

he was bent upon getting their custom. While the sun in the East is low,

And it's all along of me.' And here Isaac Grandfather Jeff


gave signs of breaking down altogether. To the stream where the cresses grow.

"Don't take on so, lad,' said Mrs. Ball, He asked for his daily bread

patting her visitor's shoulder kindly. • It When he said his morning prayer;

may turn out better than we think. No. 2 So he goes to the stream to gather the bread

in the Square, did you say? Which our Father has sent him there.

if something can't be done.

along home now and sleep off your troubles. Long ere the sun is high

You're a good boy though you have got Grandfather goes to the town;

yourself into a scrape, and God will take There, with his basket on his arın,

care of you.

Good night.' He cries. Cresses' up and down.

Isaac found some comfort in her friendly At evening he counts his pence

words, but he never thought how warmly They are but a little store,

she was about to take up his cause; he did But he always thinks they are just enough, not know how long she had watched him,

Or God would have sent him more. and what a high place he held in her Contented he is, and he trusts,

regard. As soon as she had got some Whatever his lot may be;

of her housework out of hand in the So a lonely old man, and a poor old man, morning she marched off to Mr. Jones, But a happy old man, is he.

and entered upon the question of the plunE. M. A. F. S.

dered basket. But she found the grocer

still angry, and not at all inclined to listen ISAAC THE ERRAND-BOY. to anything in defence of Isaac. (Concluded from p. 303.)

• The lad should have been minding his RS. BALL felt a little indig- | business and not looking about, even if bis

napt. She was very much tale were true, which he (Mr. Jones) was pleased with Isaac because not so sure of. The young idler wanted a he made no

excuses for sharp lesson, and he should have one. himself, and said nothing Hadn't Mrs. Melville's cook been in that against his master. No

very morning threatening to withdraw her doubt, however, Mr. Jones custom ? There was no end to the harm merely meant the dismissal the little rascal might do.'

as a threat, and never in- • There's no master in these parts as has tended to keep to what he said.

a boy who serves him half so well,' retorted • Your master will think better of it be- Mrs. Ball. “And I hope you'll find it out fore the week's out,' she said, soothingly. when you've turned him off. All I can say

Nay, that he won't,' was the quick is, he deserves a better place.' answer. For the worst is the folk is vexed And the angry woman left the shop, as their things was late, and at No. 2 in and turned her steps towards No. 2 in the the Square the housekeeper was in ever Square. such a wax, and says she'll never go near Here she soon managed to bring the the shop again, unless it's to tell master cook round to her way of thinking; and why; and it's well-nigh her first order, and while the matter was still under discussion

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Mrs. Melville herself came into the kitchen. 'I don't know,' Mrs. Hopgood returned ; Seeing Mrs. Ball rather hot about something, 'I think there's another person. Isaac she inquired what it was.

would say as you was the beginning of it Nothing about the washing, I hope ? all. He's very grateful, is Isaac, and thinks My little girls' frocks are always beautifully there is no one like you in the world.' got up. You iron and starch nearly as well Mrs. Ball's heart swelled. She had often as you used to cook, Betsy,' said the lady fretted because God had not granted her with a smile.

any children, but now she did not so much Mrs. Ball told the object of her visit, care, since Isaac had given her a large and ended with,

share of his love. 'If you'd only seen the little fellow, So the blessing to one brought blessings ma'am, as I have, day by day, going to others; as is often the case, I think, only about his work so steady and cheerful, you we are too blind to see it always. Good Fouldn't wonder at me taking his part.' surely spreads itself, even as does evil. "A

* I'm not sure that I don't know him, little leaven leaveneth the whole lump.' said Mrs. Melville. •From what you say,

EMMA RHODES. I almost think he must be the boy I've noticed many a time passing our windows,

CONTENTMENT. and pointed out to the children. You


ye not much better than they ?' send him up this evening, Betsy, and if

OOR, little, hungry Robin, he's the same I'll undertake to get him

All winter's day, another place, even if his present master

He perched upon a bramble brown won't be persuaded to keep him on.'

And chirped his little lay; But Mr. Jones was persuaded. When

A little lay that had no words, Mrs. Melville herself called at his shop

And yet, it seemed to me, and spoke in Isaac's favour, the tradesman

The music of the Robin's song thought it wise to bend to her wishes, and

Was more than melody. to make light of his errand-boy's offence. And better things followed. Mrs. Melville It seemed, that winter morning,

When all was dark and drear, dropped in shortly afterwards at Isaac's home, and when she found what a respect

To be for the great gloomy earth able, hard-working woman his mother was,

A song of hope and cheer : the kind lady managed to help her in many

It seemed to say, 'Oh, let us be

Contented with our lot; ways, and proved a very kind friend to the whole family.

We may be sad and dreary now, And it's all Isaac's doing,' Mrs. Ball

Yet God forgets us not.' would say proudly. Bless the lad ! He Then, by-and-by came sunshine, deserves all the good as comes to him or

And melted all the snow, any of you. So Sally's to be scullery- And all the earth looked glad again, maid at Mrs. Melville's, I hear! Well, And flowers began to grow : that is fine, my lass! You'd be long be- And Robin, he found food enough, fore you got such another place anywhere And happy was his lot; else, I can tell you. And you've only your His little song had all come true, brother to thank.'

Since God forgot them not.

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

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