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into evil, and get him to act in an inconsistent manner
Often and often has he gone home to his lodgings with a heavy and sad heart. Again and again has he resolved not to speak to them any more about their souls. But the fire of Christ's love burned strong within him; and so soon as a fresh opportunity was afforded him, he began to speak about Jesus, and repentance and conversion, to all who would listen. Having so long been ashamed of Christ in the past, he was resolved, by God's grace, to confess and commend Christ everywhere; and in many ways and in different places he' told out the simple story of the cross; and declared, with burning tongue and glistening eye, what great things the Lord had done fpr him. And'the Lord prospered him. One and another and another were brought to trust in Jesus through his efforts; and many of these, like him, are this day telling out to others the good news of salvation. So greatly did the Lord bless his work, that acting on the advice of several Christian friends, he entered the University, in order to be trained for the work of the ministry.
For several years little Johnnie has been a minister of the gospel, and has been greatly used of God in leading both young and old to Jesus.
He blesses God for a praying father and mother; and attributes his conversion to their prayers and holy life.
He often speaks of the slap on the face received in the bookseller's shop, and says that it was about the first thing that really made him think of himself as a sinner while living far from God.
Very much more might be written about Johnnie; but what has been given will, I trust, be blessed to many of the young readers of the,' Dayspring.'
If you have parents who love Jesus, then thank God for them; ever obey them; and seek to make their hearts glad by giving yourselves to Jesus now in the days of your youth. By so doing you shall ensure happiness to yourselves in this world, and in the world above. j. w.
(From the German. Translated for the ' Dayspring.')
EXULTING in the joyous motion, Thou, seaward, floatest from the bay, Thy keel divides a sunlit ocean,
And dancing ripples round thee play.
But now 'tis night, no stars are peering
Ah! know'st thou whether thou art
Yon lights afar that fitful bicker,
Do they but mock thee in the night?
Or do they lend a friendly flicker
Thou know'st not—all is dark around thee,
Lest wave o'erwhelm, or sunk reef ground thee, The helm hold strong and watchfully.
For when life's sky is overclouded,
When nightcomes down on life's wide sea,
When thou'rt midst doubt and gloom enshrouded, If yet thou waitest patiently—
And trim'st thy bark to meet the surges,
Nor yieldest to despair that urges
Thy God, good care of thee still taking,
Till, from the shore, soft morning breaking,
HORATIO NELSON—THE BRAVE BOT.
THE boy about whom I am going to tell you this month is one whose name, I am sure, most of my readers have heard;
it is Horatio Nelson. The reason I have chosen him is because he was brave, and we can learn what a good thing bravery is when turned to a proper use.
Nelson was born more than one hundred years ago, in the year 1758. It was not long before his fearless nature showed itself.
When very young, he went off one day bird-nesting with a cow-herd. Dinner-time came, and no signs of Horatio; the family got alarmed; a search was made, and after a time they found him contentedly sitting on the bank of a stream. 'I wonder,' said his grandmother, 'that fear, if not hunger, did not drive you home.'—'Fear! grandmamma,' answered the child, 'I never saw fear: who is he?'
Another story shows that his courage was of the best kind, because it did not make him forgetful of others. There was a shoemaker who had a pet lamb. Nelson used to visit the shoemaker, and one day in going out he accidentally crushed the lamb with the door. His pity for the animal was very great, and he was quite unhappy till it recovered from its hurt. I would like the boys who read this to try to be like Nelson in this respect. Be gentle as well as brave, and never make your strength the cause of pain to any of God's creatures. Above all, never be such cowards as to tease blind people, or to laugh at those who are lame and helpless.
After some years, Nelson went to a boarding-school. It was during his stay there that a well known event occurred. There was a pear-tree at the school, and the boys had been accustomed to get the fruit. One day however they were told that the pears were to be kept for the master's use. At this the boys were very angry, and resolved that they would not be deprived of what they considered was their right. When the fruit was ripe, one night in their bed-room they discussed how they might get it. The tree was under the window, but too far below for them to reach without some one being lowered. Who was to risk the danger? All seemed afraid till Nelson offered to go. The sheets were
tied together, and with a bag for the pears, he was let down by the boys in the room. Having secured the fruit, he returned in safety. The spoil was divided, but when Nelson was offered his share he refused it. 'I only went,' he said, 'because the rest of you were afraid.' Now it was not right of the boys to take the pears. The tree did not belong to them. But the incident shows the courage of our hero. Let us imitate him in his courage, but let us also see that we put it to a proper use.
When fourteen years old, Nelson went with the expedition to the Arctic regions to try to find the north-west passage. Here he showed the same fearlessness. Along with a companion he went to try to kill a polar bear; a mist came on, and when thenabsence was observed in the ship, the captain became very uneasy in case they had met with an accident. By and by the mist cleared away, and Nelson was seen a short distance from the ship, standing with gun lifted ready to strike at the first chance —a bear which was on the opposite side of a narrow channel. His gun had failed to go off, so he was meaning to try what a blow on the head would do. Probably if they had come to close quarters the bear would have proved the victor; but the captain, seeing the danger, fired a gun and frightened away the animal. When Nelson returned, he was reproved for his rashness. His defence was that he wanted the skin to send to his father—another proof of his thoughtfulness for others.
Here our account of this famous boy ends. The close of his fife was in keeping with its beginning: he died at Trafalgar bravely fighting for his country. It was before this battle that he made his famous signal, 'England expects every man to do his duty.' It was a noble motto—well fitted to nerve the men to fight. But the truth is of wider meaning than merely at a battle. Not less true is it, my readers, that England expects you, both boys and girls, to do your duty. Still more, God expects it of you. Try then to live noble lives, try to do your duty at all times, and then you will find the purest joy. j, M<j[.
Far north in India, near the great Ganges canal is a town that is called Roorkee. It is not a large town, yet a town of some importance with a great Government workshop in it, and a college, and Ganges Canal Works. And many pilgrims pass through it to the shrines of northern India. In this distant little town live two ladies of whom it is said, 'Many through all the future will have reason to praise God for their service of prayer and song.'
They are the daughters of Dr. Campbell, the honoured missionary who is lying not fifty miles away among the Bignolio trees of the little church-yard at Saharanpur.
For thirty-eight years Dr. Campbell was a medical missionary in India. For him the little church was built. Men whose faithful lives are the fruit of his long work are scattered over India, serving God and Christ. His daughters, with gentle trust, took the thread which dropped from his hand, and are living their devoted lives as he lived his.
In the fearful time of famine their hands and hearts were full. Crowds of pilgrims went through the town to distant heathen shrines, and left dead and dying ones wherever they passed along.
One morning the ladies were going to their school in the bazaar. Their carriage had broken down; so they were walking along the road—which was an unusual circumstance, for the great heat in India makes it almost impossible for any except natives to walk out of doors. But thus it was they found the first little charge whom God had sent them to take.
As they passed the canal bridge they saw close to one of its piers a little bundle lying. They sent the Bible-woman who was with them to see what it was. They themselves passed on to their school in the bazaar. For the school hours had come and the pupils would be waiting.
The school was at the entrance to the bazaar, in a large upper room which overlooked the canal. It had a small beginning, but had rapidly increased—increased beyond expectation. And now many a
bright face greeted them with love and smiles from under the pure white chaddar which enveloped the small person. For the chaddar is the white drapery worn so gracefully round the head and figure, and making such a picquant contrast with the dark face it surrounds.
Some of the children were of the higher classes, and so prettily dressed as to make the poorer little ones feel shy if sitting side by side with them in their own poor clothes. So the Misses Campbell made ready a supply of pretty chaddars. They kept these in the school, that each poor little one before she entered her class, might array herself in white, and sit without disgrace among the rest of the children.
Very soon they found what a happy plan they had hit on. The rich and poor met together in their busy happy schoolroom. And perhaps the pure vesture provided by the gentle thought of the ladies, unconsciously helped onward some little wanderer who had come in her soiled raiment. Perhaps she the better felt the sweet peace and purity of the lessons these ladies taught—learning how, in Christ's kingdom there are no rich nor poor, hut how all must wear the same garments of inward purity, love, and utter trust.
At least, the class was the brighter and better for the pure and pretty chaddars which always lay ready in the school-house.
They were busy and happy hours which were spent within its walls.
First there was the morning prayer, when the little dark-skinned children knelt with closed eyes and clasped hands, and joined in the sweet 'Our Father.' Then the glad hymn which the children sang so joyfully to the accompaniment of the harmonium played by one of the Misses Campbell.
Nothing gave them more joy than those dear hymns, familiar and sweet to us at home, new and sweet to them:—
'Abide with me, fast falls the eventide!' 'Here we suffer grief and pain!'
And many of Mr Sankey's hymns and some of Miss Havergal's.