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there is some one there thinking of those over India, and papers about the Institute who are coming home to-day. It is half are distributed amongst them, so that if past six in the morning, and time to start any are staying in Portsmouth for a few for the dockyard, where the great white nights with their wives and children, they troopship is just arriving, and being moored may know where they can be lodged. to the jetty. The fires must be lighted in Many families come to the house on the the little coffee shed, and the water boiling, arrival of a troopship. The poor little all ready to make hot coffee for the soldiers children are so glad to sleep in a comfortable when they disembark. There are plenty bed again; for it is needful to pack them of buns and gingerbreads to carry down; very closely during the voyage, and if it is and one or two workers from the Institute rough weather, they and their mothers are soon on their way, with a soldier to have a hard time of it. There are often as help them. The colder the morning, the many as 1500 men on board these great better they know hot coffee will be troopships, and it takes a long time for appreciated. Not so very long ago, instead them to disembark, and carry all the of the coffee shed in which they now take luggage on shore; so that is is sometimes shelter, they set out with a horse and cart; late in the afternoon when the young lady and it was hard work to keep the coffee in in the coffee shed has finished her work, its right place, as the cart jolted along the and returns to the Institute with her road; and when they reached the jetty, helpers. they had to wait in the wind and cold till Many people from all parts of England the soldiers disembarked and crowded come to the Soldiers' Institute to see for around. It was hard work to fill the cups themselves what they have heard and read fast enough then. The little children and about; but what Miss Robinson wants their mothers were there too; and, fresh most, is that some of them should come from the hot Indian days, they were glad and stay there, and work with her. It is of anything to help to keep them warm, as such a bright house to live in, and those they shivered in the cold, wintry, morning who are there look always happy and busy. air. But times are changed since then. They often wish that other young ladies Government has provided waiting rooms would come and join them. Some little for the soldiers; and the Institute has its girls who are too young to come, try to own little coffee shed, where the coffee can help the Institute in another way. They be boiled, and served out too.
have collecting cards, and ask their friends This morning the young lady who has to give them sixpence for it. gone down to the dockyard, with her Some time ago one little girl sent £11. helpers, is soon busy getting ready hot
Children can do a great deal when they water. There are three small American try. Have you ever read the fable of the stoves in the shed, and a store of mugs tiny mouse that tried to help a great lion and cups and saucers; while a large cup- | out of a net? He had been caught so fast, board contains necessary cooking utensils, that the more he struggled he became the and books and papers for giving away. more entangled. The mouse, however, When the soldiers begin to land on the went on patiently gnawing away at one jetty, the coffee is taken out to them in knot after another, and at last the lion cans; and those who carry it are soon full could get up again, and shake himself quite of work, filling the mugs and handing out free of the cords. No one knows how buns. It is not given away. Soldiers are much they can do until they try. not beggars, they like to pay for what they receive, and one penny the cup is
'Little deeds of kindness, gladly given by them.
Little words of love, Nearly all these men have heard of
Make our earth an Eden, Miss Robinson. Her name is spoken all
Like the heaven above.'
Wilt Thou not accept my prayer? by Charles Wesley.
Lo! I sink, I faint, I fall,
Lo! on l'hee I cast my care. hymns—many that are rich and sweet-yet
Reach me out Thy gracious hand, perhaps no other which comes to the heart
While I of Thy strength receive; like this, the most familiar of all :
Hoping, against hope I stand,
Dying, and behold I live.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than all in Thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Just and holy is Thy Name, -
I am all unrighteousness;
False, and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin ;
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of T'hee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Hymns gather many memories round was not driven from their natures by the them; none have gathered holier memories hard, exact lessons of their youth. than this fervid hymn of Wesley's.
When John Wesley was six years old Charles Wesley was born at Epworth, in the rectory house was burned. The little North Lincolnshire, early in the last cen boy narrowly escaped. He was pulled tury. His father was rector of the Parish, through a bed-room window by a man who, and himself wrote much verse and prose, but for want of a ladder, stood on another man's he did not influence his children as their shoulders. And scarcely was the child safely energetic mother did. He was much absent in his deliverer's arms when the roof of the from home, and Mrs Wesley managed house fell in. All its inmates had escaped. everything. She managed the house and "Let us kneel down,' said the father, the parish, and taught all her children. gathering his children round him in the She had three sons, and ten daughters. house where they were sheltered, Let us John was the ninth in the family, and the give thanks to God. He has given me all my second son, Charles, his nearly constant children; let the house go, I am rich enough.' companion through life, was his youngest At Oxford, John and Charles Wesley brother.
formed one of a little circle distinguished None of them were taught to read till 1 for their earnest piety, and generous work they were over five years old. The day among the poor. Eleven years later, the after the fifth birth day lessons began. rector of Epworth was dead, the family
One day,' Mrs Wesley has written, was home was broken up, and John Wesley was allowed the child wherein to learn its letters, tossing on the Atlantic one whole long and each of them did within that time stormy spring on his way to America to beknow all its letters, great and small, except come a missionary to the Indians of Georgia. Molly and Nancy, who were a day and a He remained but two years in Georgia, half before they knew them perfectly, for and very soon after his return began his which I then thought them very dull; and wonderful field-services, preaching everythe reason why I thought them so was because where over England, Scotland and Ireland. the rest learned so readily, and your brother Thousands flocked to hear him, and Samuel, who was the first child I ever taught, everywhere he inoved the people. And thus learnt the alphabet in a few hours. He was all the long future years of his busy life were five years old on the tenth of February ; ! spent. Few lives have been so full of work. the next day he began to learn, and as soon • Leisure and I,' said he, ' have taken leave as he knew the letters began at the first of one another. I propose to be busy as chapter of Genesis. He was taught to spell long as I live, if my health is so long spared the first verse, then to read it over and over me.' Even the time he spent on horseback till he could read it off hand without hesit he would not leave unoccupied. He had ation; so on to the second, till he took ten always a book for company, and read while verses for a lesson, which he quickly did.' he rode. He was not happily married; he
The picture is less pleasing than that of had never any children. His life had one the little Philip Doddridge, learning his single aim-to make England better. first gentle lessons from the beautiful He rose at four in the morning. He chimney tiles. But the Wesleys grew up, was ready to preach anywhere, or at any as every one knows, learned and rarely good hour, early in the morning or late at night, men, who did much for England at a time in church, in chapel, or in room, in streets, when she needed much. And
in fields, on commons or in greens.' How
truly he himself practised the injunctions he "Jesus, lover of my soul,'
gave to those who helped him in his work. that one sweet hymn, proves, if there were Be diligent. Never be unemployed for nothing else left to prove it, that the hidden a moment; never be triflingly employed. gentleness which makes the soul beautiful, Never while away time.'
THE RAIN AND THE DEW.
Speak evil of no one.'
"The best of all is God with us. The best of Be ashamed of nothing but sin; not of all is God with us.' He spoke very little more. fetching wood, (if time permit) or of draw About ten o'clock in the morning, he was ing water; not of cleaning your own shoes heard to say Farewell.' And almost immedor your neighbour's.'
iately, very quickly, he drew his last breath. • Be punctual; do everything exactly at His body was laid out in a kind of state the time.' And these advices may be as | in his chapel in London. He was dressed useful now to every one who reads them, | in his clerical habit with gown and cassock as they were in Wesley's own time to his and band. A Bible was placed in his hand. own band of preachers. On the twenty When the funeral service was read, "forasthird of February, 1791, Wesley preached much as it hath pleased God to take unto for the last time. He was then eighty-eight Himself the soul of our dear brother,' the years old. His long silver hair, his apostolic reader said father instead. And the whole carnestness, his reverent mien, drew all his congregation, moved by the memory of one hearers' eyes upon him with venerating who had been indeed a father to them, burst
interest and love. “Seek ye the Lord while aloud into weeping. All over England and 1 He may be found,' was his text.
America his name was held dear. Of When the sermon was over, Wesley went Charles Wesley's quieter life less has been home, and slowly sank. Five nights later written and said, but his memory is still they were listening to his last words : i cherished in his devout hymns. A. W. B.W.
THE DAYSPRING' PICTURE GALLERY.-8. THE RAIN AND THE DEW. YOU will remember that the last picture the roaring furnace. What a contrast we
· showed us the power of the Bible, have in the quiet picture we are to look at by comparing it to the leavy hammer and l to-day! It only represents to us a little