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with Apollyon in the Valley of Humiliation, while through the Valley of the Shadow of Death he had sunshine all the way. As his name imports, he possessed strong confidence in God; and this will support a pilgrim in all dangers, and carry him through all temptations. If he is armed with the shield of faith, he cannot be overcome, but even in the darkest hour will say, “ Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil ; for thou art with me.”
Christ and his promises are sure, and he will never leave, never forsake his people. If you rightly believe this, you will seek and find in him strength against every adversary, whether of the outward world, or springing from the inward corruptions of your own sinful heart. It was such an assurance that enabled Faithful to silence the false reasoning of Discontent, and to think so lightly of the displeasure of his former friends, Pride, Arrogancy, Self-conceit, and Worldly-glory. We all have these evil feelings to contend against, and by nature we are inclined to yield to them without a struggle; but if we are Christ's, they will not be able to conquer that holy principle which his Spirit has implanted in our hearts. " And this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our
Perhaps you desire to possess this precious faith, and feel that you might indeed be strong and of good courage, if you could believe that the Saviour had taken away your sins, and would be your Friend through every trial of your pilgrimage. Dear reader, that faith is the gift of God alone. Ask it of him, and you
shall receive it. Ages ago, the prayer was offered to Christ with tears, “Lord, I believe ; help thou mine unbelief.” Let vit be the language of your heart, in the quietness of your closet, when you kneel before him. He did not reject the petition while on earth, and he will not reject it now that he is at the right hand of God, where he “over liveth to make intercession” for us. “ Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life,” Rev. ii. 10.
HOW TO PRAY. O LORD, when I kneel down to pray, Keep from my mind vain thoughts away ; That I may know Thou seest me, And feel I am alone with Thee. Let thy good Spirit more my heart, And holy fear and love impart; And while with grief my sins I own, Seek pardoning grace through Christ alone. Oh may I ever think of thee, As one most kind and dear to me ; As my best Friend in heaven above, My God and Father, whom I love. So teach me, Lord, by grace divine, To know that I indeed am thine ; And then how great my joy will be To lift my heart in prayer to thee.
SIT UP, POMPEY. THERE are few things more amusing than the remarks of a little girl, when she is schooling her doll, and trying to talk very wisely. The other day I overheard little Jessy Bennet begin an address of this kind to her doll, which she had seated on a chair for the express purpose of being scolded.
“Now, Miss Dolly," said she, putting on a most governess-like look, " it is high time that I took you in hand! I have told you, again and again, that if you did not behave better, you should be punished, What have you got
for yourself? “ Did I not tell you to learn your book, Miss ? and instead of that you have been wasting your time in idleness. I do not believe you can repeat a single line of your lesson, Who would grow up a dunce and be laughed at ?
“ And did I not tell you to hem your hand, kerchief in a very neat way? Yet look at these stitches! Who would think that you had ever had & necdle in your fingers before ? Perhaps you may have to get your living at sewing, and what will you do then! Have you never seen any of my sewing? I am really ashamed of you.
“Now, Miss Dolly, I shall try you once more; and if, after all my pains, you do not mend, you must expect me to be very severe with you. There is really more trouble with you young people than a little."
Not more than an hour after this, on passing by a cottage, I saw another amusing scene; this was no other than that of a little
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cottage girl making a dog sit up until she gave him the morsel of plain cake she held in her hand above his head.
When I saw the little maid playing with her dog, and heard her talking to him, I stood
still to listen. "Sit up, Pompey! Sit up!" said she, in a gentle tone of voice, holding up her bit of cake. The dog obeyed as promptly as if the order had been given by a commanding officer, and looked up at the morsel as wishfully as if it had been a mouthful. Oh," thought I, “ that we could all give our commands in ag gentle a manner as that little maiden ; and be as easily satisfied as that poor dog !"
“Now mind, Pompey,” continued the little girl ; "you must sit quite still, and not so much as wag your tail, till I cry Snap!' and then you must catch the cake in your mouth."
Pompey sat as still as a statue, never taking his eyes from the bit of cake. If he had understood every word which had been spoken to him, he could not have behaved himself better. At last, the little maiden said “ Snap!” and in the same moment Pompey caught the falling cake in his mouth, seemingly well satisfied with his reward.
So pleased was I, that I did not leave the place till the same thing had been repeated three or four times over. The whole affair was carried on so quietly, Pompey conducted himself so well, the little cottage girl was so gentle in her manner, and uttered the word
Snap" so suddenly, that I hardly know when I have been more amused. It was one of those quiet, every-day scenes, that we do not half enough value.
As I walked on, I could not but compare the harmless amusement of the little cottage girl with the barbarous sport in which some boys engage.
How loveable is kindness ! how hateful is cruelty
God's HOLY DAY. Mary's mother valued the sabbath day very much, and she wished her little girl to love it as well as she did herself, and did everything she could to teach her to honour it and keep it holy. Every Saturday evening little Mary's