TINY MAY, A STORY FOUNDED ON FACT. CHEN fragrant limes were thick with flower, And filled with murmuring bees, A village bride, in morning hour, Passed underneath the A pretty, graceful girl that day Was Charlie Wilmot's bride, The fairest face, the neighbours In all the country-side. A rosy tint on clearest skin, And laughing eyes of blue, That seemed to speak a heart within Thus thinks, at least, her husband's love, For peace on loving souls shall rest, A smile upon the fairest face May hide the guilt within, A pretty cottage, trim and neat, It stands 'mid fields of springing wheat, The sea lies green and still below, Though, when the wintry tempests blow, No sweeter home on earthly ground Than this which Charlie Wilmot found Alas, how soon his happy dream Dissolved away, like morning's beam, For she, who should have made his home So sunlight fled, and shadow fell He grieved to see his pretty Nell A most untidy wife. For, coming home from work, he'd find No fire, and Nell gone out, Or else with supper all behind, And dinner-things about. And, worst of all, he was not strong, He had to leave his work ere long, Unmoved by suffering, still his wife Nor cared to fan the spark of life Consumption sets its fatal seal, But lonely hours are cheered awhile. His baby learns to coo and smile, And so the helpless child became And learned to call herself by name, Not "mother's," for her heart within To that of God above. She shrank away from mother's touch, For quickly baby learned how much And, as her husband weaker grew, Nell deeper sank in sin, His comforts now were small and few, The days were dark and full of pain, He pleaded oft with Nell, in vain, Her very heart seemed cold and dead, Her mother love, she only said, "I can't be plagued with her. "The child must learn to make her way As other children do." "Alas," thought he, "my baby May, There's none to care for you. "While yet I live you are to me A ray of sunshine bright; When I am gone, God shelter thee, And guide thy steps aright." So "tiny May's" dear Father went To dwell with God on high, And Nell, too late, made sad lament, To see her husband die; But soon forgot her brief remorse, Nor stopped to pause and think, And little May, scarce two years old, Her bad companions, too, were rough Their cruel blows and voices gruff Would scare the child away. "Unnoticed, oft she'd slip aside And leave the noisy throng, Thus passed away the woeful years, And then they left their country home, And often, houseless, May would roam Or, locked within a dismal room, Or, all alone, would gently steal "I wonder if my father dear," The child would softly say, "If I should speak to him, would hear, And think of 'tiny May.' "They said he went away to heaven When I was only two, And now I'm very nearly seven, If mother tells me true. "I wonder why he went so far, "Oh, Father! can you hear me call So very far away? For mother does not heed at all, Would muse, with tearful eyes, And watch the mighty river roll, Its waters fall and rise; But little thought a better friend For little May had never heard The God whose name is Love. No help was near, and mother grew And hath the Lord forgotten all Ah, no! The Master's wise design, At last, one day, to little May, Is told a piteous tale, They've taken mother quite away, The child looks up with wondering eyes, But scarcely shows she feels surprise, For though she dreaded mother's blows, Or know how fast it spreads and grows, Our evil hearts within. She did not know a sinner grieves A loving God on high, Or how, between two guilty thieves, For "tiny May" had yet to know But Christ, who came to seek and save, And this the charge, with parting breath, We hear from lips divine: "Go, feed My lambs," the Saviour saith, "The little ones are Mine. "And he who welcomes such will find For like a little child in mind His word obedient hearts have kept To soothe the children when they wept, And lead the lambs to peaceful streams, 'Twas many weary hours since May When one who loved his Master's will But when they see the Saviour bring And touch their harps of gold. How glad, if we His word believe, No more on tiny trembling feet But when the child is asked her name, And always answers just the same, And day by day she learns to know At last to dwell, when night is o'er, A weak and wandering child no more, LUCY TAYLOR. FRAGMENTS. GOD is light, sin is darkness; God is life, sin is death; God is heaven, sin is hell; God is beauty, sin is deformity.-BROOKS. ANSELM, in his meditations 'confesseth that all his life was either damnable for sin committed or unprofitable for good omitted; at last concludes, "Oh, what then remains but in our whole life to lament the sins of our whole life?"-BROOKS. "So much the more God hath been displeased with the blackness of sin, the more will he be pleased with the blushing of the sinner." They that do not burn now in zeal against sin, must ere long burn in hell for sin.- Bernard, quoted BY BROOKS. CHARLES WESLEY. THE POET OF METHODISM. HARLES WESLEY, the | be a saint all at once?" and closed the youngest son of the conversation. Vicar of Epworth, in Soon after John Wesley left Oxford, to Lincolnshire, was born serve as his father's curate, Charles awoke on December 18th, 1708. out of this lethargy. When the elder He was five-and-a-half brother returned, he found a little society years younger than his of serious young men already formed. brother John Wesley. These were the first Methodists. They The Epworth parsonage soon made themselves conspicuous in the was familiar enough University by their regular attendance with poverty, but all on every means of grace, their charity to hardships were small compared the poor, their care of the sick and with the inestimable advantage of prisoners. George Whitfield joined the that training which Susanna Wesley gave Oxford Methodists in 1735. to her children. Temperance, kindness, obedience, love of truth, and reverence for God, were constantly instilled into their minds by one of the noblest and wisest women who ever lived. That same year the Vicar of Epworth died. Charles was with his father, who often laid his hand upon his son's head and said, "Be steady. The Christian faith will surely revive in this kingdom. You shall see it, though I shall not." Hope and peace reigned in the chamber of death. The dying man urged them to talk about Heaven "All the time is lost," he said, "when we are not talking of Heaven." So he passed from his long fight with reproach and poverty, rejoicing that God would reveal Himself to his family when he was gone. Even Samuel Wesley, however, had no adequate conception of the blessed work soon to begin. His mother was his teacher till he was eight years old; then he was sent to Westminster, where his eldest brother Samuel was usher. All three brothers were now in London. John had been two years at the Charterhouse, where he was making rapid progress. The new Westminster scholar was remarkably active, and quick to learn. He was distinguished by his courage and skill in fighting, which made the boys call him Captain of the School. He bravely defended a Scotch lad, who suffered much persecution because his ancestors had been out with the Pretender. A firm friendship was thus formed between James Murray, afterwards the famous Lord Mansfield, and his young champion. The great judge retained his affection for Charles Wesley to the close of life. was no further hope of usefulness, he When he removed to Oxford, Charles Wesley was a diligent studert. He seemed, however, to have no deep religious feeling. If John spoke to him about religion, Charles answered, with warmth, "What, would you have me to In 1736 Charles Wesley passed six painful months in the new settlement of Georgia, where he was clerical secretary to General Oglethorpe, the Governor. The young clergyman's faithful reproofs stirred up some revengeful enemies, who tried to ruin him, and even sought to take away his life. Finding that there returned to England. When he landed at Deal, on December 3rd, 1736, from the shattered vessel which had only been kept from foundering by constant labour at the pumps, his first act was to kneel down to thank God for his deliverance. |