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“ There is a fountain filled with blood RHODA GRANT.
Drawn from Emmanuel's reins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood (Continued from p. 83.)
Lose all their guilty strips." 3OM described to them And then I remember, as we sat eating our
the whole affair from dinner by lamp-light, that one of the boys first to last, and it was who bad just learnt to write traced in the coal evident how deeply he dust the words “Prepare to meet thy God!" felt the mercy of God and some poor fellows laughed and jeered in sparing his life.
And Turner took the boy's part, "I had heard a sermon and said quietly to them some solemn words
the Sunday before," he about watching, as death might come at said, “from the text, “ Prepare to meet thy any moment; and he tried to point their God!” The clergyman had told us that it thoughts to a Saviour Who was willing and was a good text for miners to keep in able to save them from eternal death. memory, as their lives were so uncertain.
And then, in the afternoon, a sudden crash He spoke about our being always ready for came, like the loudest thunder, and the the Master's coming; and what he said mine seemed to rock as if there were seemed to sink deep into my heart, and I an earthquake, and the men ran together thought of it again and again. There were
And then I heard groans, a good many of the miners there that Sun- and cries and prayers to God for mercy, day evening, and I'm sure many of them and a hot suffocating air seemed to blow felt what he said; for they walked home so in, and I heard no more then.' quiet, and there was little laughing and Tom went on to describe how he had joking. Poor Johnny who was killed, and fallen on his hands and knees, and found who was one of the boys I lived with, felt himself crawling through a hole in the it, I am sure. On Tuesday, the day it mine. He worked himself on, scarce happened, we all went as usual down into knowing what he did, till he came to a the mine together, not feeling as if anything larger hole, where he was able to breathe
, was going to happen; indeed I think most a little better, and then he heard another of the fellows were in good spirits. Some crash, as if the passage behind him had of the men were religious, I know, and read fallen in. This falling in had been the their Bibles; and there were two or three saving of his life, as it had cut off the who used to sing hymns while they were poisonous gas, which would have soon at work, and tried to turn the talk of their suffocated him. In this close, confined fellow-miners to better things; and there hole, he lay half-unconscious for two days, were other poor fellows who drank and without sustenance and with very little air swore-and I remember that a few had to breathe. On the fourth day he heard
: been drinking on that Tuesday morning, a noise close to his head, and gathering up and were quarrelling and using bad lan- his little remaining strength, he cried out guage.
And then I recollect Turner, one as loud as he could for help. He was of the good men, begging them not to heard, and the colliers, following the sound, quarrel and swear, and telling them they suon came to the hollow place where he was were sinning against God. And then I lying. The effort exhausted what little heard him singing the hymn,
power was left, and he swooned, and for
some time after he was brought to the light of day he was thought to be dead.
LITTLE WILLIE AND THE APPLE.
For some days he hung between life and LITTLE Willie stood under an apple
death. He had been carried to the cottage where he had been living, and the poor
The fruit was all shining with crimson and woman, whose son Johnny had been killed Hanging temptingly low ;-how he longed in the explosion, nursed him with the most
for a bite !
a motherly care. Mr. Randall was with him Though he knew if he took one it wouldn't constantly, and had him conveyed to his
be right. own house when he was well enough to be
Said he, “I don't see why my father should moved.
[to-day;" Tom's constitution had been severely “Don't touch the old apple-tree, Willie, shaken, and it was nearly a month before
I shouldn't have thought, now they're" hanghe was able to be about again.
ing so low, he was far from strong, and the doctor
When I asked just for one, he should answer advised him not to go back to the colliery
No." work again, but to go home to his native air, and get employment above-ground
He would never find out if I took but just when he was strong enough for it. He
[the sun; had grown taller, and was thin and hollow- And they do look so good shining out in eyed, and had lost his colour, but his face
There are hundreds and hundreds, and he
wouldn't miss tore a much happier expression than of fore. That colliery accident had taught
So paltry a little red apple as this.' him a solemn lesson, which he would never He stretched forth bis hand, but a low, forget, and by the Holy Spirit's help he
mournful strain, intended giving up to God's service the
Came wandering dreamily over his brain; life which He had so mercifully spared. In his bosom a beautiful harp had long laid,
a The news soon spread of the return of the
Which the angel of conscience quite fremissing boy, and no one was more glad to
quently played. hear it and repeat it to her neighbours than good-natured Mrs. Brown, who had so care
And he sung, Little Willie, beware! oh, lessly told Rhoda of the colliery explosion.
[there! Next day Mr. Monsell came to see Tom,
Your father has gone, but your Maker is and to rejoice with the happy family on
How sad you would feel if you heard the the return of their son and brother. He
“ This dear little boy stole an apple to-day!” made Tom and all of them kneel down round Rhoda's bed, and offered up thanks- Then Willie turned round, and as still as a giving to God for the merciful deliverance
mouse, from death. Thanks were also publicly Crept slowly and carefully into the house; given at church on Sunday for Tom, and In his own little chamber he knelt down to many a kind word and pressure of the
pray hand did he receive from neighbours coming That the Lord would forgive him, and
please not to say, (Concluded in our next.)
• Little Willie almost stole an apple to-day.'
THE sun has set ! How dense the gloom | Far in the West the gloomy clouds are clearing, around her!
Their darkness scattered by a glorious ray; Thick clouds obscure the brightness of the sky. While angels welcome her who, all unfearing, How deep, how dark, the waters that surround Has passed from night into the perfect Day.
her! How sad the echoes of her parting cry! Earth's sorrow ended, in Eternal Morning
In the glad Home of Him who loved her No sigh she gave, for earthly joys repining,
best, Hers was so bright a hope of bliss to come; A golden crown the martyr's brow adorning, See! round her head an orb of light is shining, Her spirit finds at last a peaceful rest. Fled is her spirit to its heavenly Home !
E. L. D. A., in Aunt Judy's Magazine
FHE CHRISTIAN MARTYR.
Composed expressly for 'Sunday.'
sun has set, How dense the gloom &- round her! Thick clouds ob - scure the
bright-ness of the sky. How deep, how dark the
wa- ters that surround her! How
e - choes of her part - ing cry! How deep, how dark the wa - ters that
ANCIENT WRITING MATERIALS.
an article of commerce, and was used in
Italy as late as the twelfth century. THE most ancient substitutes for our Parchment was of a much later date,
modern paper were very rough and although thought to have been invented as singular. In Babylon the letters and words early as B.C. 200. The ancients used three of a record were traced on clay, which was colours of it, white, yellow, and purple. afterwards burnt in the form of bricks or
Upon these they wrote in gold and silver tiles, and these hard blocks have come down inks, and soon learnt to adorn the sheets to us after many hundreds of years.
with paintings and illuminations. The The next step was engraving on tables Chinese and Persians made a sort of silky of stone (as the tables of the Law given on paper, which they fancifully ornamented, Mount Sinai), and on plates of metal, such and powdered with gold and silver dust. as lead, brass, bronze, and copper. Some At last a German erected the first paperlearned folk think that the wanderings of mill at Dartford, in 1588; but it was 150 the children of Israel can still be traced in
years before any paper of good quality, or the inscriptions that are found on the rocks
in any quantity, was obtained. From that in the desert. But the engraving on metal time to this paper has gone on improving, was for a long time the best method known and fresh substances are being sought and to the ancients, as metal was enduring-a found from which to make it.
E. quality wanting in the leaves and bark of trees, both of which were often used.
• DON'T ROB THE NEST!' The Greeks and Romans used wooden tablets covered with wax, on which they wrote with a style, a kind of iron bodkin,
Carrie Day. Don't rob the nest! pointed at one end and flat at the other, it's so cruel!' for smoothing the wax and making the cor- • Cruel! Stuff and nonsense! I don't care rections. These waxen tablets were used if it is! None of your girls' stupid notions after the time of the Greeks and Romans. for me!' In Hanover there are twelve of them pre- Oh, please don't! I'll give you ans- . served, coated with bees’-wax. On them thing you like-my pocket-knife, Harry, are recorded the names of the owners of that new pretty one, if you won't take the houses in that city, some time in the four- eggs; it's so cruel to the poor mother-bird! teenth century,
And the tears stood in Carrie's eyes at the But the two most important writing thought of it. But Harry was not to be materials in past ages were papyrus and persuaded; he laughed at his sister's tears, parchment. Papyrus was made by the he laughed at her pocket-knife, which he Egyptians from a reed growing on the banks called "a duffer, only fit for girls,' and of the Nile and other rivers. They cut pushing her from him he ran away with the delicate coats of this into pieces of equal his prize to show to his schoolmates. length. These were laid upon a board Carrie went home crying, and her mother and glued together, and a transverse coat found her so, and asked all about it. fastened over them. The sheets were pressed, 'I am very angry with Harry,' she said. dried in the sun, and when polished with a “I can understand boys' games when they shell they were fit for use. Papyrus was are brave and manly, but to rob a bird of
HARRY, Harry! don't do it! cried