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H, weep no more, sweet mother!

Oh, weep no more to-night!
And only watch the sea, mother,

Beneath the morning light. Then the bright blue sky is joyful,

And the bright blue sky is clear;
And I can see, sweet mother,

To kiss away your tear.
But now the wind goes wailing

O'er the dark and trackless deep;
And I know your grief, sweet mother,

Though I only hear you weep. My father's ship will come, mother,

In safety o'er the main;
When the grapes are dyed with purple

He will be back again.
The vines were but in blossom

When be bade me watch them grow; And now the large leaves, mother,

Conceal their crimson glow. He'll bring us shells and sea-weed,

And birds of shining wing:
But what are these, dear mother?

It is himself he'll bring.
I'll watch with thee, sweet mother,

But the stars fade from my sight: Come, come and sleep, dear motherOh, weep no more to-night!


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OUR little girl looks pale, and

as though a few weeks in
the country would do ber
good. I am going down to
see my nephew at Dean-
thorne; let me take her with

me to have a run about the fields and lanes: she will come back as rosy as a milk-maid.'

Such was the proposal - made to Mrs. Douglas by Miss Warburton, an old friend of the family-which led to a new and joyful event in Milly's London life. The child's heart bounded with delight as she stepped after the old lady into the cab which was to take them to the station. Milly loved the country, with its thousand wondrous beauties; but most of all, perhaps, she rejoiced to get away from George, and-for surely they would vanish thento get away also from the miserable, bad thoughts which filled her mind day after day at home.

And her hope was fulfilled; the bad thoughts about George haunted her no more under the sunny skies of Deanthorue. It was an old ivy-covered parsonage-house where she and Miss Warburton were staying. The Vicar was an invalid, and living abroad for his health ; and Miss Warburton's nephew, Mr. Maudsley, was the curate in charge. He was fond of children, and had received his little visitor kindly, and now and then he took her as the companion of his walks, and he would sometimes take her with him when he visited the schools or any of his poorer parishioners. Sometimes, too, instead of being left, while he made his visits, to play about in the fields or pluck flowers in the lanes, Milly would be allowed to go with him into a cottage

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while he read and prayed with a sick our fellow-men. • If we love one another, person.

God dwelleth in us, and His love is perPerhaps be scarcely guessed the value of fected in us. If a man say, I love God, these times to the little girl. She began to and hateth his brother,' said Mr. Maudsley see that prayer is the expression of want; in words Milly had never heard or never that the great God to Whom it is addressed noticed before, “he is a liar: for he that is a kind Father, always near us and ever loveth not his brother whom he bath ready to hear the cry of His children. seen, how can he love God Whom he hath She found, too, that if we really desire to not seen ?' please Him and to feel His presence always “Yes, but,'thought Milly, 'I do love every with us, we must not only trust in Him, one who is good to me: if George were not but we must strive to obey His commands 80 unkind, I would love him too.' and to follow in all things the example of Then came the answer to her thought:Christ.

If ye forgive not men their trespasses, Of course Milly had gone to church in neither will your Father forgive your tresLondon; but she had not listened much

passes.' 'Love your enemies, bless them either to the lessons or the sermons, and that curse you.' "Whosoever hateth his she had never been taught to join in the brother is a murderer, and ye know that no responses. But she began to be more murderer bath eternal life abiding in him.' attentive now. And though she could not Milly heard very little more: the rest of always understand, and though at times her

the sermon seemed like a dream. Over mind would still wander off-settling now and over again the words of the last text on the little stained-glass window over the kept repeating themselves, till Milly was vestry door-now on the row of chubby quite frightened. She kept her face turned school-children sitting on a low bench in away from Miss Warburton, and put up her the aisle ; yet she called her mind back hand to hide her flushed cheek and moisagain before long, for she had heard Mr.

She was quite silent on their Maudsley say that it is an insult to God to

way home from church, till at last Mr. kneel down and profess to pray if one is Maudsley asked: thinking of something else all the while ; • What ails my little pet ?' and that when God's Word is read and

He got no answer; the child's head was explained, the least we can do is to listen bent low, and he saw two bright tears and try and profit by the teaching. drop down her cheeks.

One day-it was a marked day in Willy's “Run along and get that piece of honeylife--the morning's text was taken from the suckle yonder for my coat,' he said. After Revelation of St. John,-“And the nations dinner we will go into the fields while auntie of them which are saved shall walk in the

gets her nap, and see whether Milly's little light.' She could not follow all that Mr.

tongue won't come back again then.' Maudsley said upon these words, but she And as soon as dinner was over, and understood so much:—The light spoken of Miss Warburton was comfortably settled —the light of Heaven-is the glory of God; in her easy chair, Mr. Maudsley told Milly and only those can walk therein who love to fetch her hat, and sauntered off with her God. And the love of God must begin into the shady meadow below the garden. here on earth-must begin by love towards

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Yes, Milly, it is true enough,' said Mr. THE LIGHT OF LOVE.

Maudsley, gravely ; ‘you never can walk (Continued from p. 359.)

in the light while you hate your brother :

you know that truth for yourself, if you EATED on the knotted root consider, without any teaching of mine.

of an old beech-tree, Mr. When your heart is full of bitterness and Maudsley and his little

anger, doesn't everything seem dark and companion enjoyed the fair miserable to you? Whatever comes, you scene spread out before must get rid of these wicked feelings them.

towards George. Far better endure ten *How charming it all times over the annoyances he causes you, is!' said Mr. Maudsley. than shut yourself out in the darkness of 'Look, Milly, at that pretty hatred, away from God's blessed light.'

fawn - coloured Alderney, But I don't feel these wicked feelings lying just out of the shadow, on that sunny now,' Milly said. slope of grass. There's a picture for you! Well, then, you must never let them better than anything in your scrap-book get hold of you again: they are the promptat home.

ings of the Evil One, I believe, Milly. St. 'It is all so bright,” she said. “I like the James tells us to resist the devil, and he cheerful summer weather; on dull, dark will flee from us.' days I feel so sad.'

‘But how?' was the anxious inquiry. 'I • Sad! what a word for a little woman don't know what I must do. I cannot help! like

you to use! What have you ever to feeling angry, even if I say nothing.' make you sad ?'

We must consider how, my child; that •I should like to tell you,' Milly an- is the great question. Though you cannot, swered, “but I dare not; you would think perhaps, help the angry thoughts coming, me so wicked.'

you must not let them stay. You are right And was it this same trouble that made not to speak in your passion, or to do you cry coming from church ?'

anything spiteful in revenge: it is some• That was because I am wicked,' she thing even to restrain yourself so far. But said.

suppose you try to do more,—to return Most of us are wicked sometimes. But good for evil; for every unkind thing what made you think about it just then ?' George does to you, to do some kindness

What you said in your sermon, that to him; to give a soft answer when be any one who hates his brother is a mur- speaks roughly; to try and please him derer. And oh !'-— went on Milly, break- specially in some way or other, ing out into sudden sobs, 'I know I have him some little service, whether he knows often hated George.'

of it or not, after he has been unkind to Mr. Maudsley waited till the sobs had

you. It is the best way I know of to turn subsided, and then he drew from the hate into love. Some one has said that the little maiden the tale of all her troubles, only way in which we can force ourselves and temptations, and naughtiness, of all to love any one is to do him a good turn, her fears that she would be shut out for that we are nearly sure to end by loving ever from God's light.

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