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company; but this was dissipated under
the enquiry, “If so, why not come and
report the fact ?” No, lie was manifestly
detained by some other reason, and their
curiosity was excited to a pretty high
pitch when, after a longer disappearance
than usual, he was seen walking with
rapid steps towards the barge, having
something in his hand covered with a
large bandana handkerchief, us if for con
cealment.
Only a Brook.
[A dying child feared the River of Death, but while
passing over, whispered, "It is only a little brook,
after all.”]
Dear mother, I tremble to think I must die,
It is lonely and sad in the dark grave to lie;
Could you but go with me, I know that your hand
Would guide through the gloom of Death’s shadowy land.
This deep, endless River, I know that I feci
Its darkness and mystery over me steal;
I fear its dark waves will my soul overwhelm
Ere I reach the far shore of the heavenly realm.
But what is this music that falls on my ear,
Enchanting my senses, dispelling my fear ?
Oil, the angels are with me, I am not alone.
They are bearing me safe to my dear Father’s home I
The playmates I loved who have gone on before,
Are waiting for me on yon beautiful shore :
Jesus beckons me to him—l follow his call—
It is only a littio brook, after all.
Written for Burke’s Weekly.
AUNT NELLIE’S STORY.
BY ELOISE Y. ALLEN.
mgs UNTY, please tell me a
story,” said little Adele
Barling, one evening, as
sitting by a very warm
VP? fire.
“I thought you wouldn’t listen
tx to my sorry stories, after reading
V such pretty ones in Burke’s Weekly ,”
said Adele’s aunt, as she folded her work
and laid it aside. 44 I should think you
would like them better than mine.”
“I do like them very, very much, but I
like your’s, too; and I think the Weekly
the best paper in the world. But it re
minds me so much of poor, dear mamma,
when you tell me Bible stories. Please
tell me one, Aunty.”
“ Bid you ever hear of Sliadraeli, Me
shack and Abednego ?”
“What queer names! No, ma’am, I
never heard of them.”
“ Yes, they had very strange names, it
is true, but they were very good men, and
loved and served God. The king of Bab
ylon was named Nebuchadnezzar. lie
made an image of gold and ordered every
body in the kingdom to worship it, and
the penalty was that whoever lcfused to
worship it should be cast into a furnace
of fire. Now, Shadrach, Mesliach and
BURKE’S WEEKLY,
Abednego did not think it right to wor
ship any other God but Our Father in
Heaven ; and indeed it would have been
very wrong, for you know one of his
commandments is, 4 Thou shalt have no
other God before me.’ So they refused
to worship it, and the king had them put
into the furnace.”
“Oh! Aunty, didn’t they burn up?”
exclaimed Adele.
“O, no,” replied her aunt; 44 God loved
them and wouldn’t let the furnace hurt
them. They had been in there sometime
when someone went and told the king
that he saw some men walking about in
the furnace. So the king went and call
ed them, and Shadrach, Meshaeh and
Abednego all three came out, as well as
when they were put in.”
44 0, lam so glad! I thought they
would be burned to death.”
“No, as I told 3*oll before, God would
not let the furnace burn them.”
44 Wli3 r not ?”
44 Because He loved them. If you are
a good girl, God will love you and keep
3*ou from all danger.”
“W r ill He? Then I’ll try io be a good
girl. Is that story in the Bible?”
44 Yes, and a great many more quite as
pretty. It is getting late now, and 3*oll
had better go to bed and get up early, in
time to learn 3*our lessons before school.
Good night!” Eagle Bock, jY. C.
Forgot to Look Up.
I have somewhere seen the story of a
man who went one evening to steal corn
from his neighbor’s field. lie took his
little bo3* with him to sit on the fence and
keep a look-out, so as to give warning 111
case any one should come along. The
man jumped over the fence with a large
bag on his arm, and, before commencing
to take the corn, he looked all around,
first one way and then the other, and not
seeing any person, he was just about to
fill his bag. Then the little fellow, his
son —a good little fellow he was, too,
cried out:
“Father, there is one way 3*ou haven’t
looked 3*et!”
The father was startled, and supposed
that someone was coming. He asked
his son which waj* he meant.
44 Why, 3*oll forgot to look up !”
The father was conscience-stricken; lie
came back over the fence, took his little
boy by the hand, and hurried quietly
home without the corn which he had de
signed to take. The little boy had re
minded him that the eyes of God were
upon him.
44 The eyes of the Lord are in every
place, beholding the evil and the good.”
A Swarm of Bees Worth Hiving.
B patient, B prayerful, B humble, B mild ;
13 wise as a Solon ; B meek as a child;
13 studious, B thoughtful, 13 loving, B kind;
13 sure you make matter .subservient to mind ;
13 cautious, B prudent, B trustful, B true;
B courteous to all men; B friendly with few ;
13 temperate in argument, pleasure, and wine;
B careful of conduct, of money, of time;
B cheerful, B grateful, B hopeful, B firm;
13 peaceful, benevolent, willing to learn;
B gentle, courageous ; B liberal, B just;
B humble, aspiring, because “ thou art dust
B patient, circumspect, sound in the faith ;
B active, devoted ; B faithful ’till death ;
B honest, dependent, transparent: B pure ;
B holy. B Christlike, and you’ll B secure.
Praying and Trying.
WO little girls went to
ri; gether to school. One
JJP .Jpfljy always said her lessons
well, and was commend
ed. hut the o t} ier was
\ always getting into disgrace, be
cause she could not sa3* hers. So
she went, one da3 r , to her school
_ fellow, and asked her how it was
that she always said her lessons so well:
She replied that she alwa3*s prayed that
she might be able to sa3 r them well, and
then found them quite eas3*. Well, the
little girl thought this was easy enough ;
she would pray, too, and then she should
be able to say her’s well. She did so, but
the next da3*, instead of saying her les
sons well, and being commended, she did
worse than ever, and could not sa\* a word
of them. She soon came in tears to her
companion, complaining bitterly of hav
ing been deceived. Her schoolfellow
heard what she had to say, and then
quietly asked her if she had tried to learn
her lessons.
44 O, no,” said the little girl; 44 1 onty
prayed that I might be able to say them.
I thought that was all I had to do !”
The next day she tried the better plan
of bringing work into her religion, and
religion into her work, and succeeded.
The Bible teaches us that whatsoever
we do, we should do all to the glory of
God; and it also teaches us that trying
and praying should go hand in hand.
jggr“A man in a blouse once said: “ I
have no more influence than a farthing
rushlight.” 44 We11,” was the reply, “a
farthing rushlight can do a good deal;
it can set a ha3* stack on lire; it can burn
down a house; 3 T ea, more, it will enable a
poor creature to read a chapter in God s
book. Go your way, my friend; let your
farthing rushlight so shine before men
that others, seeing your good works, may
glorify your Father which is in Heaven.”
Hying Beds. —Yisit them often, espe-
of saints and deserted souls. They
are excellent teachers.
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