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MABEL'S JOURNEY.

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MABEL'S JOURNEY-A PARABLE.

Bravely forth stepped little Mabel, While the green trees o'er her bend, Heeding not the toilsome journey,

Thinking of the end; Thinking of the royal Father

Who would be her friend.

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G SUCH a nursery full of children,

Such lighthearted shouts of glee,

Till as twilight slowly deepened.
Came they near to me;
Sitting round me in the firelight,

Baby on my knee.
"We are tired of playing, Auntie,'

So my blue-eyed Charlie said, • Tell us just one little story,

Ere we go to bed, "Only just a little story-

• Or a song instead.' -"Well,' I answered "You shall have one.'

Joyful rose the children's shout, • But I think that you will wonder

• What it is about,-
For my story has a meaning,

• You must think it out.'
Long ago dwelt little Mabel
In a valley green and fair,
Many a friend had little Mabel

Guarding her with care,
But her Father was a monarch

And He dwelt not there.
Far beyond those distant mountains
Which her eyes could scarce behold,
Stood His palace all resplendent,

Where the walls were gold,-
Where the gates of pearl were fashioned

Wondrous to behold.

Oftentimes the wild beast's roaring
Filled her heart with doubt and fear,
Yet the sounds would always lessen

As she drew more near;
And instead, a strain of music

Would delight her ear. Paths all strewn with thorns and briars, Seemed the way where she must tread; Planted she her footsteps bravely,

Thorns and brambles fled,-
Little, fragrant, wayside flowers

Sprang there up instead.
Till at length she reached a river
Flowing very deep and wide-
Mabel knew that she mnst cruss it

Let what might betide ;
For she saw her Father's palace

On the other side.

And while thus she waited, wondering
Lo, she saw the waters stir,
From them rose a veilëd figure

Held its arms to her.
Whispering soft—'Your Father bids me

Be His Messenger.'
Very calmly flowed the river
For the twain who o'er it passed,
Sudden gleams of golden glory

O'er its waves were cast,
And her Father's stately palace,

Reached the child at last.

And her Father sent a letter
One day for the little maid,
You must travel through the forest

To My home,' it said;
Not for all its gloom and darkness

Need you be afraid.' "I will promise to be near you, 'Though my face you will not see; • When the danger presses nearest,

Only call to Me, • Till in that same place where I am

• There my child shall be.'

Sweet, the rapturous bursts of music,
Echoing from its glorious dome,
Sweet, the tones of white-robed children.

Glad that she was come ; Sweetest was her Father's whisper, • Mabel-Welcome home.'

i KATIE THOMSON.

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WAITING.

seemed particularly hard-harder, I can tell W HICH is hardest-waiting or working? you, than the hardest day's work I have

VV · This man here with his brow all done since. But, there was good in it after covered with sweat, and his limbs feeling all; for it taught me, when I was young, to sore in every muscle through the stress of know the fact that this WAITING is just one song-continued toil says, working, to be of the ways in which God trains His children sure !' But I am not quite so sure of that. to put faith in Him, and to see that He does I have a strong impression that waiting is all things well. harder than working, and that when the | One day, many years after what I have Great Teacher wishes to set us a hard and | told you above, I had a splendid proof of difficult lesson, He asks us to WAIT. People how some people spoil things by not waiting. can judge of these things best by their own I had given two little boys a scarlet-runner feelings, and it is for that reason that I now each. They had seen how a few which I tell you how I felt when God asked me for had planted the summer before, had grown six months to get this lesson, as we say, by up higher than the door of the house, and heart.

had looked with wonder and admiration at I had met with what seemed at first to be the glowing, red flowers and the little threada very slight accident; it turned out, how like fingers which clung to the pole so that ever, to be more serious than was supposed, the highest wind could not shake them off. and the consequence was that for a whole They would have scarlet-runners, too. So half-year I was not permitted to cross the one was planted on each side of the door, threshold of the door, and for a good part of and for a day or two, I could mark how the that time was compelled to lie in bed, or on little ones ran almost every hour to see a sofa. I can remember, looking back for whether there was no sign of the green, thirty years, what a trial it was, and how, pointed spear making its way through the when the other children were permitted to earth. I heard, on one of these occasions, go out for play, my heart felt as if it would a shout of joy, and came out to have my break that I could not go with them. And share of the gladness. There it is at last! then, when the shouts came up from the a beautiful speck of green. I saw at a street of merry, healthy children romping glance that there was disappointment in about and having all manner of games, it store for my young friends, but thought it made me long so to join them, and I more better that they should learn the lesson than once thought it was hard in the without my interference. Surely,' said Heavenly Father to keep me a poor prisoner one of them, 'when the scarlet-runners came month after month. From the corner of my up last year they had a different look from window I could just catch a glimpse of a this one,' and gradually it dawned upon box of flowers which, when the summer them that this was another kind of plant, as wind passed over them, seemed to have a indeed it was, being one of those common way of making all kinds of signs, by nodding garden weeds, which like all weeds, and their heads and waving their slender arms like all that is bad, grow much easier than to come out '—to come ont,' and I used better things. Next day, the earth round to shake my head in return and say "I MUST the place where the scarlet-runners had been WAIT; I MUST WAIT!' And, above all, planted seemed to me as if it had been diswhen the birds commenced in the same turbed ; and on the following day there was strain, it was hard to bear. Two or three the same appearance, puzzling me, and perky little sparrows used to hold a meeting setting me to look at the stakes and nets on the roof of an outhouse from which they by means of which I had confined the could look into the room where I lay, and poultry, which are about the worst gardeners when they took up the cry, morning after I know. But that the poultry (if it was morning, 'wont you come out?' and I was they) should always select the same spot for forced to give the same old answer, it their gardening, seemed to me a curious THE LITTLE HOME MISSIONARY.

thing. At last I discovered what was being She came and spoke seriously and kindly to done. My young friends had become him about the Saviour, and when she left, WEARY OF WAITING, and had taken to a his mother asked him how he liked the lady's personal inspection of the scarlet-runners, visit. Willie's reply was, mother, I liked for the purpose of seeing whether or not her visit very much, and she didna' ask me they meant to grow, and by NOT WAITING ony hard questions; she just asked me if I had entirely defeated their own wishes and loved Jesus, and it wasna' a hard question completely spoiled the scarlet-runners. to answer that.' I wonder, now, how many They had learned a lesson, however, which of my readers could say that that would not many other people have yet to learn—that be a hard question for them to answer. more good work is spoiled by not waiting On a bed of sickness and death Willie than by any other means.

seemed to have constant communion with that Saviour whom he loved, and, as the

result, he was filled with peace and joy, and HE SAW NO MAN BUT JESUS ONLY.

though poor and sickly, was happier than a I WISH to tell the readers of the Day prince. Disease soon did its work on the 1 spring' of a little boy who lived in a feeble frame of him who found it not a hard village in the country. He was surrounded thing to say that he loved Jesus, and his by the finest scenery, by woods, by a lake, | mother saw that she must soon bid him by all that is most beautiful in nature ; but farewell. One day as she was watching by this poor boy could not enjoy as other boys his bed, Willie could not see her, but knew could, climbing the hills, wandering through she was there, and said to her, mother, I the glens, or bathing in the shallow places am blind noo, but I STILL SEE JESUS.' Yes! of the lake. He was feeble and delicate. while the shadows of death were darkening suffering much from pain and weariness, his bodily eyes, the glories of heaven were and was often confined to the house, and beginning to break upon his soul. frequently to bed. Still, as long as he was able to go out of doors, he improved his

THE LITTLE HOME MISSIONARY. time by attending the week day, and Sabbath schools, and acquiring useful infor LITTLE Tommy was a scholar in a large mation. On Sabbaths, when the bell for infant class in the Sabbath school. church rang, it was sure to bring Willie His elder sister brought him when he was forenoon and afternoon to church, and under four years of age. Although so there you might have seen him in his pew young, he was quiet and attentive in the looking up with his pale face and listening class, and had not been many nights there eagerly to the old minister.

when he could sing the little hymns in I might tell you much of Willie, of his which all the children delighted to join. gentleness and patience amidst weakness During the time of prayer no one seemed more and suffering, and of all the other graces | earnest than little Tommy, who stood with that shone in his character under the chas clasped hands and closed eyes, repeating, tening hand of his gracious Father, who by after the teacher, the simple petitions. The these afflictions was bringing Willie very box of moveable letters, which was used near to Himself. I shall, however, mention in the class, was something new to Tommy, only two of his sayings to show you how he as he had never been in a day school. He felt about JESUS, the sinners' Friend.

soon got to know the letters and the little A lady of rank, well known in the village words, and was always able to repeat at the for her devoted labours among the poor, close, the Scripture text which formed the promised to visit Willie. The neighbours subject of the evening's lesson. Tommy told him that this lady asked many pointed was not, like some little boys and girls, and hard questions at people, and wondered content with repeating the verse in the if Willie would not be afraid to see her. | class, but like a little missionary told it

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to his father and mother when he went face gave him a kindly welcome. He home. Here is one of the verses he learned, listened again to the story of the Good which he repeated to himself all the way Shepherd who takes care of the little lambs, home, lest he might forget it before he got and said that he would soon see Jesus in the

“happy land.' He was not mistaken. The

next day when the teacher called, little keseraserdressers

Tommy was unconscious, and two days after that, he helped to lay the body of the little

missionary in the narrow house, in the hope Look unto Me, and be of a glorious resurrection.

All that little Tommy knew of Jesus and 5 ye saved, all the ends of

Heaven, he had learned in the infant class

of the Sabbath school. The teacher was (l the earth; for I am God, 16

much pleased afterwards to find, from what

his sister told him, that her little brother and there is none else.

had carried so many of the precious truths

of God's word to his careless parents. Isaiah xlv. 22.

Tommy was taught a little prayer in the

infant class, and asked to repeat it every Kseriesserter

night and morning. This he never forgot,

and at the same time reminded his elder And in his own simple language, he told , brothers and sisters of their duty. Here is his father and mother the story the teacher the little home missionary's prayer :gave to illustrate the verse.

Lord, look upon a little child, The youthful readers of the ‘Dayspring'

By nature sinful, rude, and wild; will not wonder at Tommy being called a

Oput Thy gracious hands on me, little missionary, when they know that his

And make me all I ought to be. father and mother did not lovo the Saviour,

Make me Thy child, a child of God, and spent the Lord's day in idleness and Wash'd in my Saviour's precious blood; pleasure. Still they could not but listen to

And my whole heart from sin set freethe word of God which was preached to

A little vessel full of Thee. thom every Sabbath evening, by their youngest child. He was their only teacher;

A CHILD'S RESOLVE. for his elder brothers and sisters threw their

I will serve the Lord, while my heart is fired Bibles aside when they came home from the

With the zeal of youthful days; school. Little Tommy attended the infant class

And I will not wait till my feet are tired regularly for about a year, when one Sabbath

With the world's weary ways. evening his place on the front seat, where

For the spring of life is greener the very little ones sat, was vacant. His Than its autumn sere and grey, father called upon his teacher during the And the morning air is keener week to say that Tommy had been taken ill, Than the heated breath of day. and that his little boy was crying to see his

I will serve the Lord, ere my sight grows dim teacher, but he was afraid he would not now be able to know him. In an hour or so the

With the world's blinding light, teacher was at Tommy's bedside. Bedside!

dside Bedside And I will not wait with my lamp untrimmed -a dingy corner in a dirty room, in which

Till the dreary hour of night. on a little straw with a few rags as a

For the foe is best defeated covering, lay the bright-eyed little lamb. He By a calm unflinching eye, started up when he heard his teacher's And 'tis watchful saints are seated voice, and with a sweet smile upon his pale 1 At the marriage feast on high. c.

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