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No, what want you here ?’ the judge sternly Thus ended his course, the thrice blessed cried;
Roussel, "To preach the pure gospel of Christ,' he And departed in glory eternal to dwell. replied.
And if God to like trials should call us, may we * And where do you preach your heretical
Be as hearty, as pure, as devoted as he. creed?'
After the death of Roussel, many more 'Wherever the faithful my services need.' "And where do you live? what house do you
pastors went from the college of Lausanne, own?'
to the country of the Huguenots to suffer "The blue vault above is my shelter alone.'
the same fate. 'Tis evening, the soldiers again seize their prey, And straight to Montpellier lead him away; PRIZE SCRIPTURE ALBUMS When there, in their castle the pastor they | THREE Prizes, of the value of £2, £1 10/, and leave,
£1, for the best Album of Pictures and Scripture Its dungeons too often the faithful receive.
Texts. The pictures may be either drawn or His mother with friends came to visit his cell, I cut out, and an appropriate text or texts neatly And she said as she bade him her last fond
written beneath. Each Album must contain farewell
not less than twenty pages, and be sent to Rev.
JOHN KAY, Coatbridge, not later than 1st Myson, if in France thou hast ventured to pray,
November, 1877, accompanied by a note from They never will pardon; with life thou must
the parent or guardian of the competitor, certipay.
fying that it is his or her own unaided work. By a promise of pardon, the Jesuits try
Competitors not to be above 18 years of age. If his faith the brave prisoner now will deny,
Unsuccessful competitors will have their
Albums returned. But the truth be defends with a skill so profound,
[found. They cannot ensnare him, they cannot con PRIZE BIBLE QUESTIONS. When the guards and the chief executioners In the Senior division, competitors not to be above came
eighteen years of age. To lead him to death amid insult and shame; In the Junior division, Competitors not to be above He prayed for fresh courage to conquer his foes, thirteen years of age; and in both divisions the answers By enduring whatever their rage couldimpose.
must be honestly the work of the individuals competing.
All answers to be sent, with the name and address of The path from the prison he fearlessly trod, the competitor, not later than the 18th of each month, Glad his life to resign in the service of God, to the Rev. John KAY, Coatbridge. With the rope round his neck, his head and
feet bare, His brave, trutsful psalm, floated far on the air.
13 Give the name of a servant of God, who Then he mounted the scaffold with martyr-zeal receives but once a royal title, and who, in fired.
dying, founded no dynasty. And, like Stephen, with visions of glory
'14 Which of the twelve tribes preferred, in a inspired,
crisis of their nation's history, to abide by their From his features upraised, joy had banished pastoral occupations, rather than go to war? all care,
15 On what occasion did a mistaken idea as For he saw heaven open to welcome him there.
to the meaning of a heap of stones very nearly
lead to bloodshed ? He spoke scarcely more-his last words were
JUNIOR DIVISION. few, "O pardon them, Lord, they know not what
13 Who is named as the companion of a
king? they do :' Then he said to the deathsman, 'On thee and
14 When did a king rise early to worship in
the temple? each foe
15 What command regarding God's Word Who has wronged me, I hearty forgiveness was written for kings, before there was any king
| in Israel ?
LEFT ON THE ROCK.
LEFT ON THE ROCK.
large a store. With a gleeful shout we TT was our annual summer holiday, and | both gave utterance to our delight, as we
1 we were enjoying that never-failing came upon a large rock, on the further side source of delight-four weeks by the sea. of which was the most charming little lake, These weeks by the sea ! They were quite deep enough close to the rock to take pictured in glowing colours for months John up to his knees. This was worthy of before they arrived; and then they were | our "Neptune;' here she might sail all day. lived over again in sunny memories, till And how glorious to sit on the rock with the dying year was crowned in wintry feet paddling in the cool water, and watch snows. But this one August, it lived on the softly creeping tide as it came caressingly overtopping every other August; and even over the sands. The sun, arrayed in his now it towers above the rest, and we still evening robes of purple and gold, was talk of it, my brother and I, when we shining down in kingly splendour; and the meet together at Christmas, with our sea reflected back his majesty in burnished children clustering round us; and they beauty. listen to his tale, which seems to gather "It does not look like water, John; it's in magnitude and interest, for they never a shining track of gold, as if we could go weary of it; but with flushed cheeks right over it to heaven.' and full-orbed eyes, hearken to the story, You forget how it looked yesterday, and are left in mysterious conjecture as to Lucy-leaden and white and roaring, as if what and where they would have been it would dash down these cliffs, and swallow to-day, had mamma and uncle John been up our pretty village, that lay so smiling drowned.
and safe through it all. I enjoyed these Perhaps other little ones would like to words, and said them aloud to the lashing hear the story too.
billows—Hitherto shalt thou come, and Rocky Bay is one of the sweetest of no further; and here shall thy proud waves watering-places. It opens out to the be stayed.” They did look so proud and west-one wide bay, encircled by preci | mighty; I only wished they could have pitous cliffs,-not so high as to strike awe | understood the words and felt them. into the spirits of the children as they play | They did want humbling.' on the sunny sands at their base. Here "They are sweet enough to-day, John.' and there the cliffs are broken by little Oh, yes; they want to make up for rocky openings, through which the waters their unruliness; just as your extra sweet dash and play like some living, joyous hours generally come after a storm. Is thing. How the shouts and ringing not that so, Lucy?' laughter of the children used to blend with •You naughty boy; I'll never make you the waves, and make such music as never another flag, never--now.' surely anything else can make, but children's Yes, you will.' laughter and the free triumphant waves. Well, you are a provoking thing, that's
John and I went with our tiny boat to sure. I just wish I had a good little sister, spend a long afternoon on the inviting with yellow hair and a blue dress, that I beach. We felt like explorers on the could nurse and pet, instead of a tease of a desert, as we wandered over the sand, brother. I don't know what boys are good tracing this little stream, scooping out this for; it would be a great deal better if they little pond, which was not quite deep could be made grown men all at once.'. enough for our brave little ship. Hollow Would it, Lucy; here is what I am after hollow we sailed our little Neptune' good for now,' and so saying, he pulled me in; varying our pleasure by watching the 1 on to his back. crabs and jelly-fish, and gathering the pink We'll have one farewell scamper;' and and white sea-weed that abounded, but of leaving Neptune' to ride in safety in her which we never seemed able to have too | calm little lake, he flew over the sands.
Yes, run, John, it's glorious ; oh, how and I felt my heavenly Father near me. free; just the length of the water, and • Fear not, for I am with thee; be not we'll have some play with the waves. It's dismayed, for I am thy God. I will good to have a brother after all,' and John strengthen thee, I will help thee; yea, I bounded over the sands till he was out of will uphold thee with the right hand of my breath with his delighted burden, and we righteousness.' I repeated the words again sat down together on a little dry bank of and again; they quieted and comforted me; sand. There the handkerchief of sea-weed and presently, although it seemed hours, I was untied, and its finest specimens spread saw my brother running, the old fisherman's out in a little pool, to display all their hand in his, and they were near me; and beauty in water.
in a moment old Davie was in the water, "How glad aunt May will be—wont | and at the rock, and took me in his arms, she, John? She said she would make a and was back again to the shore. But I large basket and frame it, just of sea-weed knew no more, the excitement was too from Rocky Bay, if we brought enough.' much for me, and I was carricd in his kind
And so we sat, all heedless of the old arms safe to our home. When next I treacherous waters that were coming up! opened iny eyes, it was my mother's face I behind, that had even now crept round us saw bending over me, and my dear, good on our right, and almost encircled us. brother hovering about the room. John snatched me up regardless of my (), John,' I said to him next day, choicest treasures that floated out their I'll never speak about brothers again, as beauty in the clear pool. He flew through I did yesterday. Where would I have the fast increasing waters. We reached our been but for you? And it seemed it would little rock. "Neptune' had been washed have been so easy a little while before to on the top of it by the last wave, and I have gone over the shining sea to God. stood with my brother's arm fast round But it was awful, John, when it came me, woefully surveying the depth of water round my feet, and I felt there was perhaps that lay between us and the shore. Neither | no escape. I know now the meaning of of us could speak—no living object was in the words— sight-both our thoughts were of home
“To linger shivering on the brink, home so near, but during these awful
And fear to launch away.” moments so far. The waves touched our I hope it wont be so when the real end feet, came over our ankles with an icy does come.' chill. These same waves we had rejoiced I don't think it will, Lucy; when we in but a short hour or two before.
have to pass through the real Jordan, He'll Lucy, could I leave you? I might strengthen us, or make the waves not seem swim ashore and run to the old fisherman's too high for us.' for help. Would you be afraid? We He'll always be with us, John; that is have no time to lose.'
one thing I have learned by these lonely, I clasped him tight, and with one fond kiss fearful moments on the rock. said, 'Go, John; I think God will help you.' And now when twenty years have gone
He leaped into the water, and with a by, I can repeat my youthful assurance, few bold, strong strokes, reached the but strengthened by the many trying shore, and I was alone on the rock. God experiences of life. Our Saviour is ever strengthens His very weakest ones in closest to us in the storm. When the billows the hour of peril. I stood upright and of sorrow and adversity go over our heads, firm on the now covered rock. A few steps then He comes near; we feel His presence, either way, and the water would have we see His face, we hear His voice, and we overwhelmed me. But all the time I know Him to be the Beloved of our souls, prayed, • Father, take me home; but not the strength of our hearts, and our portion through the water to Thee yet, not yet;' | for ever.
A. C. W.