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So when I put my tools aside,

And homeward turned once more,
I passed with a determined stride

The public's open door.
But, ere a dozen yards my feet

Had passed along the way,
A friendly comrade stopped to greet,

With banter light and gay.
“ Now, Joe,” he said, “ You'll never pass

The •Jolly Brewers Three,' Without a single social glass,

Now come along with me.'
“No don't say nay, you needn't stay,

But anyone would think,
To see you turning tail to-day,

You feared a drop of drink.
" You're no such fool as not to know

Exactly where to stop,
Or else I would not ask you, Joe,

To taste a single drop.”
The tempter's snare was spread with guile,

My feet were in the net,
I said, “I'll stay a little wbile,

"Tis very early yet.
« Only I promised little Rose,

To take her out to-day, The afternoons so early close,

I must not long delay." “Quite right, old fellow," Jack replied,

“For tis a shame, I think, From wife and child to turn aside

To be a slave to drink.
“But you, and I are free and strong,

For no one, mate, can say
That drink has ever led us wrong,

Or tempted us astray."
So I, like poor, unwary bird,

Thinking its wings are free,
Was caught in snares of flattering words

That Satan spread for me.
I felt my virtue too secure

To need the warning call,
« Let him that thinks he standeth sure

Take heed, for he may fall."
Yet still a voice I seemed to hear,

Gentle rebuke it gave,
" Let's take the snowdrops, father, dear,

To little Willie's grave.”
But louder far within my soul

The tempter's voice was heard,
And through the open door I stole

Without another word.
Within, a score of mates I found,

And there I lingered long,
And many a glass of ale went round,

And many a joke and song.

And thoughts of home, and child and wife

Were banished far away,
But memory, sadly, all my life,

Records that evil day.
When I by sin was captive led,

And conscience spake in vain;
The silken net by Satan spread

I found an iron chain.
I drank and sang, the hours flew by,

Then late I rose to go,
But all around-I wondered why-

Seemed reeling to and fro.
But when I strove with quickened pace

To hasten up the lane,
The cool March wind about my face

Refreshed my heated brain.
Again I seemed those words to hear,

And keen reproach they gave,
" I've kept my snowdrops, father dear,

To take to Willie's grave."
The garden gate is now in sight,

My little Rose I see,
Her hands all full of snowdrops white,

Come running out to me. “ Father!" she cried, “You've come at last,

I've watched and wondered so,
Tis getting dark now, very fast,

But you will let me go ?”
With eager words, and sparkling eye,

She sprang, as oft before,
Into my arms with happy cry,

Before I reached the door.
Alas! those arms their trust betrayed,

My head went swimming round,
I reeled, and with the little maid

Fell helpless on the ground.
One piercing cry that froze my blood,

Then pale and still she lay,
Her pretty snowdrops stained with mud,

Her face as white as they.
Sobered, I started to my feet,

My wife had heard the cry;
Ah! what a woeful sight to meet

A loving mother's eye.
I raised my darling in my arms,

And laid her on my breast,
I strove to check my wife's alarms,

And lull her fears to rest.
« The child is only stunned,” I said,

“She'll soon revive and speak;
I stroked the sunny, golden head,

And kissed the pallid cheek.
But, as I spoke, a dreadful pang

Shot through me like a dart,
That short sharp cry of anguish rang

A death-knell in my heart.


Why does she lie so white, so still ?

What means that crimson stain
That dyes the clustering snowdrops, till

The blossoms blush again?
Why is it that I cannot hear

Her soft and gentle breath?
My heart stands still with sickening fear;

This silence ! is it death ?
Yes, death, alas, had sealed those eyes,

Their lids might not unclose,
For, to her Lord above the skies

Had passed my little Rose.
Ab, they who sow such evil seed,

Its bitter fruit must reap,
And they who warning will not heed,

Repentant tears must weep. “I am so strong, I see not why

I need beware," I said,
I drank—that day my wife and I

Sat watching o'er our dead.
But from that hour I flung aside

The tempter's fatal snare;

That God will be my guard and guide

Is now my daily prayer.
In bitter grief we sadly laid

Our darling down to rest,
Her snowdrops still the little maid

Clasped on her quiet breast.
And so we bore the blossoms white

Where bending grasses wave,
And laid them, weeping out of sight,

In little Willie's grave.
And did the children see us bring

The flowers, with sad lament?
And did the angels gladly sing

To see a soul repent ?
For Jesus Christ, the Scriptures tell,

Has shed His precious blood,
That we might join them where they dwell,

Bathed in that cleansing flood.
And oft I praise redeeming grace

That thus my sin forgave,
And 'tis to me a sacred place,
Rosie's and Willie's grave.


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By the Rev. T. GILMOUR, M.A, Author of " Among the Mongols."
FTER hundreds of miles oxen from the inhabitants who live at the

of comparatively dull foot of the mountain, and make a trade
travelling on the plain, of assisting travellers to cross. Even
we found ourselves, late with the hired oxen it was a hard long
one night, at the foot struggle in the darkness up the steep
of a high mountain, or rough road, which wound its way through
range of mountains the wood up to the summit. For a time
rather, which we had we watched the slow, laborious process,
to cross. Some lesser and marked the fire that flew from the
heights earlier in the iron rims of the wheels as they dashed
journey our camels had about among the great stones. Tired at
managed, with a good length of the monotony and many
deal of difficulty it is stoppages and detentions, my fellow-
true, but with no assis- traveller and I slowly drew ahead, and
tance beyond what the reaching the highest point of the ridge,

itself fur- and looking away to the north, we were nished, to struggle entranced by the striking display of over; but this moun- northern lights that played on the hori

tain was not to be so zon. By and by the caravan came up, surmounted, and among the outfit of the and the Mongols soon had their attencompany the Mongols had not forgotten tion fixed on what we were gazing at. to bring bricks of tea with which to hire But their feelings were very different


from ours.

What enchanted us with its One night I was startled at seeing a. beauty, filled them with terror, and for- Russian lady suddenly make a dash at getting everything else, they betook the table and snatch up a candle; then, themselves to their prayers and beads, as if a narrow escape had been effected, making many repetitions, and adding turn to her daughter and reprove

her boughs to the already immense pile of for removing one of the four candles, branches raised there and decorated with thus leaving the unlucky number of three flags in honour of the local spiritual lord. on the table! Yet she was a well-educated The Mongols, too, were shocked to find lady! us cheerful and admiring in the presence One morning I found a mother, a wellof what they dreaded as the angry omen educated British woman, distressed beof wrath and disaster about to come upon cause the portraits of her absent chilthem. Learn not the way of the heathen, dren had been stolen, a fact which she and be not dismayed at the signs of the feared boded ill to them. heaven, for the heathen ARE dismayed at And again, I have seen people alarmed them," said the prophet of old, and so it at the whining of a dog in the night, or is now. The beautiful Aurora is an em- the crowing of a cock at unseasonable blem of terror to them, and our guides were hours, or the spilling of salt, as if the panic-stricken when, about the middle of things were unlucky or boded disaster or the night they gained the summit, and death. And this, too, in a Christian found these coloured lights streaming country! Learn not the way of the away in all their beauty in the north. heathen." God rules over all, arranges.

Comets, too, with their smoky tails,” everything; nothing happens without His as the Mongols say, are greatly feared by permission ; in His keeping we are safe. the superstitious inhabitants of the plain. Why then should we be afraid of omens, They " bode ill,” they think, and are or alarmed at what people call ill-luck; looked upon as partly causing the ill, afraid of accidents and sounds, as if we and it is rather difficult to free them were heathen and had no God to trust from the idea that there is some con- to? Heathen know no better, but we nexion between the phenomenon and the should not imitate them. As a missiondisaster when every evil such as drought, ary I have sometimes felt myself helped deep snow, or cattle plague, is looked to be patient with the superstitions of upon as the ill-luck caused or fore- the heathen, by noticing how much supershadowed by the last astronomical stition there is in the minds of people phenomenon they beheld, though years who have been born and bred in a Chrismay have elapsed since a comet or an tian land. “Learn not the way of the Aurora was seen. “Learn not the way heathen," but let superstitious fears be of the heathen." “Bad luck” is believed lost in loving, full trust of God. in beyond the bounds of Mongolia.

Lessons for the Sundays of the Month.


EVENING. 1. 22nd Sunday after Trinity. Daniel vi.

Daniel vii. v. 9, or 12.

Hebrews xi. v. 33, and sii. to v. 7. Rev. xix. to v. 17. 8. 23rd Sunday after Triniiy. Hosea xiv.

Joel ii. v. 21, or iii. v. 9.
Hebrews i.

Luke xxiv. v. 13. 15. 24th Sunday after Trinity. Amos iii.

Amos v. or ix.
Hebrews is.

John iv. v. 31. 22. 25th Sunday after Trinity. Eccles. xi and xii.

Haggai ii. to v. 10, or Mal. iii. and iv.. James i.

John vii. v. 25. 29. 1st Sunday in Advent. Isaiah i.

Isaiah ii. or iv. v. 2.
1 Peter ii. v. 11 to iii, v. 8. John xi. v. 17 to v. 47.

T was the Countess of for Whitfield to preach in; and there, in

Huntingdon who used her drawing-room, she assembled as
to thank God for the many as could be gathered of the élite of
letter m, since thereby society. Under such influence, as Lady
her salvation was se- Huntingdon and her chaplain exercised,
cured.. “For,” added many ladies of the highest rank became
the good Countess,“ the devoted Christians. The Marchioness of
word does

does not read Lothian, the Countess of Leven, Lady · Not any, but not many, Balgonie, Lady Frances Gardiner, Lady noble are called.' The Jane Nimmo, and Lady Mary Hamilton, influence of the little band united in establishing a meeting for

of Methodists that sprung prayer and the reading of the Scriptures, ap at Oxford, and which was so powerful was held at each other's houses. among the masses, reached upwards to Later on, the Countess of Norththe nobility: Lady Elizabeth Hastings esk and Hopetown, the daughters of and Lady Margaret, her sister, had con- Lord Leven, the Countess of Buchan, formed to the teaching of the Methodist Lady Maxwell, Lady Glenorchy, Lady preachers and become converts, and the Ruthven, Lady Banff

, Lady Henrietta influence of Lady Margaret Hastings Hope, and Sophia Countess of Haddingupon her sister-in-law, the Countess of ton, all became devoted members of the Huntingdon, led her, during a season of same board of “elect ladies."

Thus, sickness, to devote herself to Christ. The while the great revival was drawing Earl was alarmed at what he deemed his together its crowds in the east of London, wife's religious insanity, and asked Bishop it gathered in more select assemblies a Benson, his former tutor, to restore her, few of the “noble " in the mansions of if possible, to a saner mind. The Bishop the west. tried his arts, but failed in his efforts. Lady Huntingdon, who had now beVexed at the thought that he himself had come a widow, took the foremost place in ordained Whitfield, he expressed to the these gatherings. But beside this, she Countess his regret that he had ever laid devoted herself and her property to the hands on him. “Mark my words, my interests of the great revivalistic movelord,” replied the Countess, when you ment. She purchased theatres, halls, and are upon your dying bed, that will be other buildings of size in London and in one of the ordinations upon which you some of the larger provincial towns, and will reflect with pleasure. Those words had them adapted to the purposes of came home. The Bishop, when he was public worship. Many new chapels were nigh unto death, sent Whitfield a present erected by her orders, and some old ones of ten guineas to aid him in his work, were leased. In Bath, Brighton, Tunand begged an interest in his prayers. bridge Wells, Malvern, Worcester, and

Lady Huntingdon moved in the highest other places, the congregations thus circles of aristocratic life, being remotely gathered together continue to this day. related to royalty. Yet she did not To provide funds for her numerous underhesitate to frequent the Moravian societies takings, she devoted her private income, with which at first Whitfield and Wesley relinquishing her equipages, her stately and their friends associated. Afterwards houses, and her liveried servants, and Whitfield was appointed her chaplain, living in the simplest fashion. It is .and she then opened her own house l estimated that she expended in her

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