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is the Christians who injure us, who op
press us, who despise us.”
“Then they cannot be true Christians,
for true Christians love every body.”
“Do you love me, now that you know
that I am a Jew ?”
“0, yes, 1 love you very much, for you
are good ; besides, our Saviour was a Jew,
and His mother was a Jewess. I have
His mother’s name, ‘Mary.’ Is it not
pretty? And Peter and Paul, and all of
them, were Jews ”
“ Who are Peter and Paul ?” asked the
Jewess.
“ Do you not know who Peter and Paul
are? Do you not know that the great
fine church of St. Peter here at Rome was
named for St. Peter? and do you not
know the beautiful church of St. Paul
here,too? You must have seen them!”
“0 yes, I have seen the churches ; but
who are Peter and Paul ?”
“ They were Apostles of our Lord—men
that He sent out to try and persuade oth
er people to be good. They did persuade
a good many, but some were worse than
they were before, and they treated these
good men, O, so bad I never can tell you.
They put St. Paul in prison, and put
chains on him, and brought him to this
very city. Papa says it is doubtful about
St. Peter ever having been here, but we
know St, Paul was, because the Bible says
so. He came most of the way in a ship,
and they had a terrible time, and all came
very near being drowned, but St. Paul
was such a good man the Lord saved all
the men on the ship for his sake ; and
when they landed away down, not far
from Naples, I believe it was, the Chris
tians in ltoine heard that Paul was com
ing, and though they had never seen him,
they all started off to meet him, because
they had heard about him, and they loved
him so much. Ido not know how they
went—whether they rode or not —but I
suppose they walked, for papa says that
most of the Christians were poor. I have
gone over the very road that they went
think of that!—and I have been at the
very place where they met St. Paul, and
and is all covered with daisies now, as if the
ground would be glad forever, because
St. Paul met his friends there. When St.
Paul saw these people, he felt as if he
were not a stranger any longer, and he
name on to Rome, not a bit afraid, because
the Bible says lie ‘ took courage,’ and if
he took courage you know he was not
afraid. Do you see that dark-looking
house on the right hand side of the street,
that leads up towards the capitol? That
18 the Mamertine prison ; but you know
that. Mamma and papa took me there
one day, and the man that showed us the
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prison said that St. Paul and St, Peter
had both been there. It is such a fright
ful-looking place. And when you think
you have got to the bottom of the dun
geon, you come to some steps, and they
lead you down into another dungeon be
low the first. There they put them, all
in the dark, and if they had not been such
very good men, I think they must have
been scared to death ; but, la ! they were
not scared in the least. I suppose they
said, ‘Now I lay me down to sleep,’ and
went to bed on the ground just as if their
mothers were sitting by them. When
they awoke in the night, I suppose they
sang some of their beautiful hymns —they
were nightingales under the ground. In
the bottom dungeon there is a clear spring
of water. The guide told us that the wa
ter burst up all suddenly, so that the
Apostles might have water to baptize the
jailer, but I do not know—the Bible does
not say anything about that, and maybe
the guide was mistaken. Mamma thinks
he was.
“One thing is certain : at last the Ro
man emperor had St. Paul’s head cut off.
That did not scare him either. He said,
‘I have fought the good fight, I have kept
the faith, and now I am ready to be offer
ed up.’ That means he was ready to have
his head cut off. Would it not be dread
ful if you or I had to be ready to have
our heads cut off? Ido not think I could
say so, but St. Paul was a better Chris
tian than we are ?”
“ I am not a Christian at all,” said the
Jewess.
“O, do not say that! do not say that,”
repfied Mary ; “it is wicked.”
“Why is it wicked?”
“ Because Christ died to save us, and if
we are not Christ’s we are ungrateful,
and have bad hearts, and cannot be saved.
But you will be a Christian when I tell
you all about the Saviour, because lie is
so good, and loves us all so much.”
Just then the old gentleman called the
child:
“ Ester, come, my darling; we must go.”
[Continued in our next.]
Paying for a Paper.
The following from the Religious Her
ald is quite suggestive:
“A little daughter of brother R., of our
church, (County Line Baptist Church,
Ya.,) hearing her father say that he must
discontinue the ‘Herald,’ because he could
no longer pay for it, said, ‘Pa, don t do
that; I will pay for it; I will go into the
fields and gather sumac, which you can
sell when you go to Fredericksburg.’
This is another illustration of what we so
often see, that where there is a will, there
is a way.
A Good Name.
ARLY one morning, two
: farmers were standing
b y the roadside when a
finely dressed gentleman
rode up and inquired where Mr.
Dee lived. He was told.
) hi ß 80r b Thomas?”
* I “Nothing but good, sir ;heis a
noble fellow,” answered one of the farm
ers. The stranger, after thanking them
rode off, and was soon out of sight.
What a name fora young man to bear!
“Nothing but good ” was known of him !
He was honest, industrious, polite and
pious. His parents were poor, but Thom
as was himself a treasure. What a beau
tiful sight, to see the young grow up with
such a name ! Their neighbors look upon
them with pleasure and confidence, and
love to speak well of them.
Boys, are you growing up with a good
name ? Can your friends say of you what
was said of Tommy Dee. What does Sol
omon say in Proverbs, twenty-second
chapter, first verse? Get the Bible, and
read and remember it.
The Bird that Loved the Sun.
SP AID a young little black
1 bird, looking out of his
hole in the wall one cold
“ What has become of
all the flowers, mother?”
“ They are withered and dead,
my son.”
“And what has become of all
the fruits, mother?”
“ They are all gathered and gone, my
son.”
“And the beautiful flics, mother, with
the colored wings, where are they?”
“Perished, all perished, my son.”
“ And the creeping things, mother, that
we live upon, where are they?”
“Safe under the earth, my son.”
“ Oh, mother, how dreary it is, then!
We have nothing at all left.”
“Well,” said the old bird, “it is dreary
now. But look up at the sun that shines
in the heavens ; he still remains to us, and
when his time comes to work will restore
to us the flowers, and the fruits, and the
painted flies, and all our needtul tood,
and, therefore, let us wait patiently , my
son: for in Ilim we ha\ e all things,
though now hidden from us.” — Original
Fables.
jgiir Experience is the most eloquent of
preachers, but she never has a large con
gregation.
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