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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 BURKE’S WEEKLY. 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. 127