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IJoetrj. RESIGNATION. Let every murmur on my lip be still, [care ; teach me, Lord, Thy will to nurse with ’Tie ever best, and can not work my ill, Though oit it hath a pang fall hard to bear. Since not for me the path without a thorn, Where only dewy flowers and sunbeams lie, I would not iear the blast, by Thee upborne, But calmly wait the brightening ol the sky. E’en though my will the rosy path had found, Ah ! then Thy pilgrim’s fate, Lord, might have been An end less death a’ong that t<-eachorou ; ground. That bides its snares beneath the flo every green No will beside Thine own, Lord would I crave; It loves my weal, tboug 1 sweets may be re pressed ; And marks that only path acro-e the wave That safe can lead me to the land of rest. The dark, mysterious tempest there may blow, Which often dims the weary pilgrim’s sight; Yet who would choose Thy teaching to forego. And lose the meetness for the realms of light ? As lightnings purge the thickly tainted air, Leaving no tracs of aught unclean behird, So may life’s seeming ills the soul leave fair, Reflecting full the Savioui’s lowly mind. He who so meekly suffered in our r om, • Hath taught us how to tread the rugged path; And for the joys in store beyond the gloom, Despised me shame and bore the tempest’s wrath. “To do Thy will, my GA, I take delight;” Our hearts must beat responsive to that strain, And trust, that, in the b ack and stormy night, Thou wi.t not leave us sinking on the main. When onco Thy will, O Lord, us homo shall call, And heavenly glories o’er cur senses steal, One glinip e I ween, shall compensate for all The pains and sorrows that a heart can feel. Christian treasury. HI HUM Jamthi ‘tktbmg. THE FALSE CHRIST. A. TALE OF THE SECOND FALL OF JERUSALEM. CHAPTER VI. It was their family custom to road a por tion of the Hebrew Scriptures morning and evening. To day they had read the 22d psalm. “What does that mean, father?” Ach sah asked. “Did David suffer all that?” “It is very dark, child ! arid the rabbis, I believe, think it all figurative.” “But what do the figures mean ?” said Achsah “They are so minute.’’ “The wise men differ,” he replied. “The Scriptures ire a deep well, child, and with out the golden pitcher of the holy tradi tions, vulgar hands can draw little from them.” “But father, were they not meant for the people ? I do think God speaks more plain ly than the rabbis. You taught us once that we should bind them about our hearts —that when we go they may lead us, and when we wake they may talk with us.” lie had many a maxim which would have silenced her; but this evening there seemed a seriousness about the child which melted the hard crust of those conventionalisms away, and he only said — “We will read together, Achsah.” Through ail the vicissitudes of his life, and amidst all his sacrifices, Eleazar had kept one treasure inviolate —aclcurund per fect manuscript of the Hebrew Scriptures ; and many a ray of light had they thrown on his path, and many a hope had they shed on the burdensome ritual which he conscien tiously labored to fulfil. On the next day Achsah came, in the first pause of her household work, to claim her father’s promise. Her object now wa< definite, —to search those sacred books for every trace of an intimation by which she might know if this Barcechebah was, indeed the true consolation of Israel. The object gave to these readings an intensity ot in terest which even Eleazar had never felt in them before. Scattered points of the sun beam of promise bad, indeed, at times, pierced through the veil which hid from him the sun; but, for the most part, his readings of the law had been gone through like the ablutions and other ceremonies prescribed, from a sense of duty rather than from a hope of blessing. Now it was different. These were the very words of the lord, —the title-deeds and seal of Israel’s inheritance, —and eager ly did the old man and his daughter watch for every word which should indicate a cor respondence between the seal and that which claimed to be the impression. Hitherto Eleazar had received the dictum of the rabbis of the famous school of Tibe rias as the revelation of God. “Was not the Rabbi Akiba, the head of the school, a secood Moses, the thousandth part of whose wonderful sayings the world could not contain ?” But the childlike simplici ty of his Achsah found a response in the honest and guileless heart of the old man, embittered by his vain endeavors not to perceive the selfishness and hollowness which characterised most of his fellow workers in the cause to him so sacred ; and the two read on together, —the child with a happy confidence that G-od must have given directions to find, and not to perplex,—the old man with loss hope, because of his deep er sense of the guilt around and within him. Those were happy noons, when the mid day meal was over, and Shelomith watched in the heat over Benoni’s mid-day sleep, and the father and the daughter took the the precious rolls to the shade of the tere binth tree, by the well Not that they saw much light; now and then there seemed to be a gleam—a vision of a glorious One to ■come —of sins to be buried and forgotten, and days of mourning to be ended for ever, and a reign of righteousness and peace. But quickly the shadow fell again over the bright picture and judgment and suffering seemed mixed up so inextricably with the glory and the blessing, that Ach sah’s hope grew fainter as they proceeded; nevertheless they could not abandon the study. “It seems/’ said the child, one day, “as if we were always going to find something, and as if the door were always on the point of opening ” One morning as her eyes followed his hand along the page she said— “ See bow God loved our people ! ‘He found him in the desert land—in the waste howling wilderness. He led him about; He instructed him; He kept him as the ajTpleofHis eye. As an eagle stirreth up her nest —fluttereth over her youDg —spread- eth abroad her wings—taketh them—bear eth them on her wings—so the Lord alone did lead him.’ Oh, father,it is like my mother and Benoni. He must lead us; He cannot forsake us.’’ Eleazar repeated, as if to himself— “But Zion said, the Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not. have compassion on the son of hex' womb ? Yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold I hare graven thee on the palms of my hands !” . And that intense patriotism which God himself bound up with the religion of the Jew, and.to which exile had given the tend erness of a passion, fed by the sacrifices and labors of a lifetime, gave the fulness of youth to the old man’s voice. Then as he looked up and saw the glow’ of inspiration which lighted up the dark eyes and fine features of his child, he exclatned—“lf thou hadst only lived in the days of Israel’s glory !” She smiled. “Are they not yet to begin ?” But her smile had caught something of the melancholy of his. Another time she would say —“Oh, listen, this must be Him!” and the words came from her lips like a song. “ ‘He shall judge the poor of the people; He shall save the childi’en of the needy ; and shall break in pieces the oppressor. Yea, all kings shall fall down before Him; all nations shall serve Him. For He shall deliver the needy when he crieth : the poor also, and him that hath no helper.’’ ’ “Yes, he replied, “this must be God’s King, ruling with resistless power, but not lor Himself!” And again her eye lighted on a mark that could not be mistaken. “ ‘Behold my servant, whom I uphold; mine elect in whom my soul delighteth. I have put my spirit upon him ; he shall bring forth judg ment to the Gentiles.’ What does that mean, father ? Is the King of Israel to be the King of the world; and are all to share the blessings ?’’ “It was certainly so promised to Abra ham,” he replied. - “But see,” she continued, “can this be the same?—‘He shall not cry, nor lift up, nor cause his voice to be heard in the street. A bruised l'ced shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench.’ So great, and jet so gentle ! Can this be the same? Such a King; and j’et one, of whom the poorest and feeblest would not be afraid !” “It seems the same/’ be said. And again another day, she said—“ Did ■you not say the origin of Barcochebah is in volved in obscurity ?” “Yes,” lie said, repeating a current opin ion; “when Christ cometh, no man knuweth whence He cometh.” “Yet, look here,” she said—“ ‘Thou Bethlehem Ephratah, out of thee shall He come forth unto me that is to rule lliy people Israel.’ Was not that said after David’s time?’’ “It was,” he replied, and became involved in reverie. “Then, father/’ she 6aid emphatically, “He must he to come ! And, again, “she said pointing further on, “ ‘My servant shall deal prudently :he shall be exalted and extolled, and be very high.’ But then,” she continued, “who can this be—‘Despis ed and rejected, wounded, bruised? All we like sheep have gone astray. And the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity ot us all. He was cut off out of the land of the living’ He dies, father, that cannot be the Messiah? Yet see —‘Thou shalt make his s xul an offering for sin.’ Were nut the sin-offerings slain, father?” “They were,” he replied. “And sec/’ she resumed, with a tremb ling voice, “here is victory !—‘He shall see of the travail of His soul, anjl shall be sat isfied. By His knowledge shall my right eous servant justify many; for He shall bear their iniquities.’ A despised, rejected, Messiah—a sin-offering —the righteous ser vant of God—dying, yet triumphing!—fa ther ! father 1” she exclaimed, “who can this be ?” Eleazar made no reply. She looked up and caught his eye. Her face flushed crimson in a moment, and her lips parted for another question ; but the awe-stricken expression of his face silenced her. And that day they separated without another word. On the morrow Eleazar was sum moned to the camp, ou business of the high est importance, and for the time they read no more together. One morning, during Eleazar’s absence, Lucia had wandered with Irene and her child, guarded by two or three slaves, to the old well on the hill, wishing to see the Jew ish maiden again. The well was closed, and no one sate on it. But in the vine terraces below, she re cognised Acbsah’s form, toiling with her mother in the sun. She drew near, and asked for a drink of goat’s milk. Shelomith paused in her work ; and Achsah recognis ing Lucia, said a few words to'her mother, SOUTHERN CHRISTIAN ADVOCATE. who courteously invited the stranger into her house. Lucia caressed Sbelomith’s child, and Shelomith took little lanthe on her kuee, and a mutual understanding was begun. Achsah withdrew to gather some grapes. “More changes have happened to me,’’ said Lucia to Shelomith, “than you can see. I have learned to know and love your Mes siah.’’ Shelomith turned pale —“Are you look ing for the deliverance of our nation ?” “I believe your Messiah has come,” she said. “Bar-cochebah—the star of Jacob ?” “Jesus, the Son of God.” “The Nazarene!’ exclaimed Shelomith looking round and breathing deep. “It is well my husband and Azor are not here.” Lucia rose, and her face glowing with feeling—“No longer the Nazarene,” she said; “your Saviour, and our Saviour—the Son of the Virgin, the Son of God. He has borne our sins and now He has risen, He is enthroned in heaven. He has had pity from His glory on mj T babe and on me.’’ Then speaking softly, and gently taking Shelomith’s hand—“ Surely you do not re ject Him /’ she said. “He belongs doubly to you. He was of your nation : He wept for you, and your children, even when they were leading Him to be crucified.” Shelomith looked down and her face be came very pale. As they left the cottage, and were de scending from terrace to terrace into the valley, a soft hand was laid on Lucia’s shoulder, and the Jewish mother whispered in her ear—“ Have care of yourself and your child; there are dangers and death under your feet! Fly this land, for they say it is no longer yours. Remember these words, for, God forgive me, I cannot forget yours.” And laying her finger on her lips, Shelomith disappeared among the olives. “What does it mean, Irene ?” • “There shall be false Christs and false prophets: wars, and rumors of wars: the abomination of desolation standing where it ought not; and then cometh the sign of the Son of Man. The starry cross shall flash from one end of heaven to the other, heralding him.’’ “Do you think it is near?’’ asked Lucia, shuddering as she thought of her husband and her parentß. “I know not,” was the reply. “It is al ways drawing near; and we are told always to watch.” That evening, as the two families sate together, Lucia related the warning she received. Nicias treated it lightly. “The Jews are never deficient in confidence/’ he said. “When their Temple was burning they looked for their King in the flames !” “But there is no boasting among them now/’ said Cyril. “There has beeu a si lence and a sullenness about them in the city, for weeks past, which I have not liked. I think the cru'st ufider our feet is thin, and beneath is a sea of fire !” “Our Emperor against the King of Israel any day for me,” replied Nicias. “The Roman army is within a day’s inarch.” “But they are not here,” said Cyril. “Nor are the Insurgents.” “The Insurgents are everywhere,’’ was the reply. A slave brought a letter to Nicias. As lie read it, his countenance changed sud denly. “By all the gods !” he exclaimed, “you are right. The rebels have risen at once, at, a hundred points. Forty fortresses have fallen into their hands. The main body with this new prophet at their head, is marching on Jerusalem ! We must pre pare for departure to-morrow; and he with the imperial army the following: day. 5 ’ “Why not to-morrow ?’’ asked Cyril. “At least let Lucia and the child leave to-mor row ; we can follow.’’ “Why not to-night?’’ interposed Lucia. “There is no such immediate danger,” he answered, tenderly. “Cannot you trust yourself to my care?’’ And returning to their home, they slept in security, and awoke in peace. tt'jjilknr. THE CHERRIES. Sabina, the daughter of rich parents, had a nice little room fbr herself; but it had a very untidy appearance inside. She never cleaned it up, and ail the good advice of her mother, that she should keep it in better or der, was in vain. One afternoon she had just finished dress ing herself, and was about to go out, when the daughter of their neighbor brought her a basket full of fioe black cherries. As ta bles and window-sill were already covered with clothes and other things, Sabina set the basket meanwhile on a chair, which was covered over with blue silk stuff, and then went out with her mother to walk to a neigh boring village. Late in the evening, when it was already dark, she came back to her room very tired, and immediately hastened to a seat. But scarcely had she seated herself when she jumped quickly up again, and uttered a loud scream of terror. For she had seated herself exactly in the middle of the basket, which was piled up full of cherries. . At her screams her mother immediately hastened to her with a light. But what a sight she saw ! The cherries were all crush ed; the juice flowed on all sides over the chair, and Sabina’s new white silk dress was so entirely spoilt, that it was never fit to be used again. But besides this her mother gave her a severe scolding, and said: “ You see now 1 how necessary it is to keep things in order, and to give to each thing its proper place. You are now punished for your disobedience and your untidy habits; in future, remem ber the saying:— “ ‘ Neglect on Order to attend— Disgrace and loss will be thy end. What Young People Should Know. The best inheritance which parents can give their children is the ability to help and take care of themselves. This is better than a hundred thousand dollars apiece. In any trouble or difficulty, they have two excellent servants, in the shape of two hands. Those who can do nothing, and have to be waited upon, are helpless and easily disheartened in the misfortunes of life. Those who are active and £iardj r meet troubles with a cheer ful face, and easily surmount them. Let young people, therefore, learn to do as many things as possible. Every boy should know how, sooner or later— 1. To dress himself, black bis own boots, cut his brother’s hair, wind a watch, sew on a button, make a bed, and keep clothes in order. 2. To harness a horse, grease a wagon, and harness a team. ‘3. To carve and wait on table. 4 To milk the cows, shear the sheep, and dress a veal or mutton. 5. To reckon money and keep accounts correctly, and accoi’ding to good book-keep ing rules. 0. To write a neat and appropriate, briefly expressed business letter, in a good hand, fold and superscribe it properly, and write contracts. 7. To plow, sow grain and grass, drive a mowing machine, build a neat stack, and pitch hay. 8. To put up a package, build a fire, mend broken tools, whitewash a wall, and regulate a clock. Every girl should know how : 1. To sew and knit. 2. To mend clothes neatly. 3. To make beds. 4. To dress her own hair. 5. To wash the dishes and sweep the carpets. 6. To make good bread and perform all plain cooking. 7. To keep her room, drawers and closets in order. S. To work a sewing machine. 9. To make good butter and cheese. 10. To make a dress and children’s cloth ing. 11. To keep accounts and calculate inter est. 12. To write, fold and superscribe letters properly. 13. To nurse the sick effectually, and not faint at the sight of blood. 14. To be ready to render efficient aid and comfort to those in trouble, and in an unostentatious way. 15. To receive and entertain visitors in the absence or sickness of her mother. A j-oung lady who can do all these things well, and who is always ready to render aid to the afflicted and mitigate the perplexities ot those around her, will bring more com fort to others and happiness to herself, and be more esteemed, than if she knew how to dance, simper, sing and play on the piano. The mountain ard the squirrel Had a quarrel; A nd the farmer called the latter “ Little Frig. ” Bun replied, “ You are doubtless very big ; But all str’s of things and weather, Must.be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy mv place. If I’m nut so largo as you, You are not so small as 1, And nut half so spry. Ihl not deny you mike Avery pretty squ rrel track ; Talents and ff r ; ail is well and wisely put; If I can n t carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut. ” Never Fret.— ‘Children, 1 have a capi tal rule to give you about frettingand grum bling—a very short rule, which it is worth your while to recollect, if you want to culti vate contentment. Never fret about tvhat you can't help , because, if you can help it, do so. When you are tempted to grumble about anything, ask yourself, “ Can I help this?” and ifj’ou can’t, don’t fret; but. if you can, do so, and see how much better you will feel. Obiiuitni. Rebecca L. Zant died in peace on the 20th Dec., 1865, near Byromville, Dooly Cos., Gn., af ter an illness of fifty-two days, in the 55th yeai of her age. Sister Z. joined the M. E. Church South, in her twentieth year, and lived an acceptable member until she entered the Church above. During most of her sickness she was delirious* but at one time she seemed to be much better. Then her husband questioned her in reference to her religious state, and her reply was, “I have never, when able, failed to read a portion of God’s Word every day, and to pray in se. cret three times a day; and though I have sometimes been troubled by doubts and fears, I feel the love of God in my heart." On one oc casion during her long and severe illness, her husband remarked to a friend in her heating—, “It seems that I am almost forsaken by God and man!” She immediately replied, “No, no ! He has not foisaken you!” In death her serene countenance betokened her triumph over the “last enemy,” aad the happiness of her immor tal soul in Heaven. W. S. Turner. —' Miss. Mary E. Zant was converted and joined the M. E. Church, South, at Ebenezer Camp ground, in Murray Cos., Ga., at the age of 13, and was a consistent member to the day of her death, Dec. sth, 1865. Her age was 20 years, 2 months and 24 days. “Sister, friend, by Jesus freed, Death, to thee, to us, is gain; Thou art enter’d into joy, Let the unbelievers mourn We in songs our lives employ, Till we all to God return.” W. S. Turner. Mrs. Ann Kennon died, suddenly, at the res idence of her son-in-law, Col. Robt. H. Moore, of Floyd Springs, Ga., on the 29th November last, in the 75th year of her age. In 1831 she professed religion and joined the Methodist Church at Watkinsville, Ga. For thirty-four years she was a consistent member of the church, and an exemplar of the religion of Christ—her religious life, unlike the glaring meteor which gathers its own splendor as it flies and expires in a blaze of glory, but like the gen tle flow of a beautiful river, never chafing over rocks, or leaping over precipices, but gliding gracefully and quietly on, giving fertility to the soil and luxuriance to the foliage in its course. More than thirty years ago she lost her hus band ; since which event she has lived with her daughter, Mrs. Col. Moore. Thus unitedly they lived together, bearing each other’s burdens, sharing each other’s sorrows and joys, each one attache, o the other, and both to tho Sa vioui, until October last, Mrs. Moore crossed over Jordan to meet her children and friends on the other side. In the following month, Mrs. Kennon followed her loved daughter. For four short weeks they were separated on earth, as if to make more joyous their reunion, “On that bright and blissful shore, Where comes no sorrow, falls no stain; M here those who meet shall part no more, And those long parted meet again.” Henry. Mrs. W. Giles, wife of Dr Robert Giles, and sister of the late Mrs. Eliza T. Williams, of Cokesbury, S. C., died in Anderson District, S. C., in the 73d year of her age. She joined the M. E. Church in 1828, after which she confessed her Saviour in all her walk. Her children can never forget her unexampled kind ness and affection, and her truly Christian ex ample. Her late servants will ever have cauße to bless her memory. Her trials and afflictions were very great through most of her life—more so than often falls to tho lot of mortals. But she was ever ready to forgive injuries, and to do good, and to excuse those who had done her wrong. \ ery few have ever come nearer obey ing the injunction, “Love your enemies,” than she did. 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