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promised he would not be guilty again of such an act.

The girls observed, as their mother entered the parlor, that she looked pale and weary:

“I am afraid, dear mamma, that you are sick.

“I am not sick, but Franky is dead."

Affie expressed her deep sympathy for Mr. and Mrs. Morse. Mr. De Van inquired of Affie what she had been reading.

“Papa, in the fore-part of the evening I read in Josephus' the account that he gave of the Jews' seventy years of captivity, but, when you came in, I was reading in Baxter's Call to the Unconverted."

“I am glad you have been so well employed ; it is necessary that all, but especially one like yourself, who has so recently put on Christ by a public profession, should cultivate a spiritual frame of mind."

A portion of scripture, from the old family bible, was then read, and they bowed together around the family altar; after the thank-offering had ascended, the petitioner for the first time offered up a fervent prayer,

that God would stay the tide of intemperance, that was calculated to ruin man, on whom God had stamped His own image ; at this prayer, Mrs. D. responded audibly. After the devotions were concluded, Affie was informed that she was to watch, in company with Mr. Radford and Wilhelmina Harris, at Mr. Morse's.

This family did not think it right to lie in bed late on the Sabbath morning; they arose early, as was their custom, and every duty quietly discharged with the utmost promptness, each anxious to keep the Sabbath-day holy.


Affie singing, as she prepared the simple breakfast :

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Welcome, sweet day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise,
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
The king himself comes near,
And feasts his saints to-day.
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love and praise and pray."

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Mrs. De Van's health would not ad. mit of her accompanying her family to church that day, although it was one of those tranquil mornings, and one might have well sung:

How calm and beautiful the morn,

That gilds the sacred tomb,
Where once the crucified was borne,

And veiled in midnight gloom,
Weep no more your Saviour slain,

The Lord is risen-he lives again."

The quietude of the Sabbath was not broken by the report of the hunter's rifle; in Roselle there were no Sabbathbreakers to stroll abroad in pursuit of pleasures, which bite like a serpent, and sting like an adder. Old men and matrons, young men and maidens, were seen on this day, as they were on all Sabbath-days, quietly wending their way up to the sanctuary, where they listened to the word with becoming solemnity.

The De Van family returned home after church, each one appearing anxious to communicate as much of the sermon as was possible to their mother. Amelia repeated the text, which was in Matt. xi. 28; “ Come unto me all ye that labor, and are heavy laden ; and I will give you

take my yoke upon you and learn of me; I am meek and lowly in heart, and ye shall find rest unto your souls, for my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."


Mrs. D. seemed pleased to find her children so anxious to make her sab-. bath at home not only pleasant but profitable. As soon as it was sundown Affie gathered a beautiful bouquet from her choice flowers to carry to her afflicted friends; as they received it from her hands-Mrs. Morse remarked to her husband, “ In this selection, volumes are expressed; I will take this white rose and place it on Franky's breast, for she is indeed silent in death." Mr. M. said, "My dear, she is not silent in Heaven.” Mrs. M. replied—“I have thought much of the sabbath that never ends, where are now our angel babes before the Throne of him who bas said, in His sacred Word, " Except ye become as little children, ye can in no wise enter the Kingdom of Heaven.' I desire to acquiesce in what my heavenly Father has done. The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away.”

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