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As I reached over, the little “ Yes, sir,” said he, “ I got father's.” powder-monkey suddenly took the penny out “Good sign,” I thought again. of my hand, leaped from the taffrail on to the “Yes, sir,” said the widow, as if she read my pier, bought the paper, and leaping back again thought,“ my husband's messmate brought it into the boat, placed it with a grave nautical home in his kit, and now the precious book salute into my hands. It was done in a moment, that was a blessing to his father, will do a good the boat being in motion, and the thing was turn for his son, please God. But I was loth certainly not worth the risk, but it showed the to part with it, because it was my husband's, sailor pluck in the lad. I so admired the boy's and because he had written out our marriage spirit that, though I would not have allowed lines in it, and Willie's birth; and he would him to make the venture had I known his have written baby's too, only she was born after purpose, yet, being done, I could not but he started on his last cruise. He was dead reward him for his gallant courtesy to an before this orphan babe was born!” elderly stranger.
The widow looked down tenderly at the It opened some conversation between us. I infant on her knee as she said this, and the asked him, good-humouredly, in sea-going little creature laughed outright, as a tear phrase, “Whither bound, my young craft ?" tumbled on its cheek, as if she thought it was "Chaynie seas, sir."
dropped for fun,-a misapprehension greatly “When d'ye weigh anchor ?”
strengthened by Willie's punching her chubby “In the morning, off Gravesend, sir.” cheeks with his fingers, and then snatching her “How long d'ye expect to be out foreign P” bodily out of his mother's arms, and scamper• About four years, sir.”
ing off with her to the other end of the deck, Your mother is seeing you off, I suppose?” like a monkey dancing her whelp.
She is, sir, and my Aunt Helen—this is my "You little live doll!” cried Willie, kissing mother, please, sir,” said the little tar, proudly his baby sister with the utmost fondness. and fondly, taking his mother's hand, as if he “You pretty doll! O my babbie, what shall I had rather not she should be mistaken for do for a plaything when we're big seas apart?” Aunt Helen; though to do Aunt Helen justice, That prospect evidently damped his spirits, she seemed prouder of either of them than of for sitting down in the steerage, where there herself, for she volunteered the remark, jerking chanced to be no passengers, the little cabinher eye towards the widow
boy hid his face in baby's dress, and broke out “Her lost her husband, sir, as was my crying. Baby, though she was a baby, could brother, out in Chaynie, and they buried him see no fun in that; besides, the tone of Willie's in Hong Kong; so the little chap's a goin' out childish cry was too like one of her own to thereaway; leastways that's why he's chusen mistake it for anything but a cry: so the tiny the Chaynie line, to go and see arter his father, condoler looked rounduneasily, grewfrightened, where he lies out among the salwages. Yes, sir, and missing its mother, instinctively coupled that's about what it is, ain't it Willie, boy ?” Willie's lamentation with the maternal absence,
Jest that,” said Willie, looking up lovingly and the least she could do was to fall to and at his mother, in whose eye a widowly tear was help the signals of distress,-60 the two cried beginning to well up at the allusion to her lustily together. dead husband.
“Poor children !-baby fourteen months“He was a sore loss to me, sir," said the boy ten years, sir,” said Aunt Helen in a tone of widow. “Never a better husband had a wife to plaintive apology for the crying, as if it was a be proud of, nor a widow to mourn; and, bless liberty on board a steamer. But the mother, God, my Willie is jest his father over again." with an exertion of strength which did not
Willie wasn't ashamed to kiss her before the seem to be in her, picked up both children, and passengers and crew, as if to acknowledge his setting the little loving duality on her knees, mother's compliment. That lad would be just as they were, tied and folded in each proud to own her if he were an admiral, I others' arms like a live knot, fondly embraced thought.
them, though she let no tear be seen, not to My interest in the little party taking their break her lad's spirit. Mother's kisses are farewell trip down the river grew as we talked sweet anodynes: they stopped both the weepon. I got familiar enough to call the ladings as suddenly as they started, -like spring “ Willie,” as they did. I asked him if he had showers, as soon turned off as on. a Bible and Prayer-book.
“Willie,” said I, “ leave your father's Bible with your mother, and here's what will buy you ashamed of me, if that's all.” At least I so another at Gravesend," putting money into his read the boy's handsome, ingenuous expreshand.
sion, and I don't think I misunderstood him. Willie got off his mother's knees, cuffed off Not a bit, I felt sure, if ever truth, as the boy's his tears with a hearty swab of his jacket- minister certified, basked in the clear, sunny sleeve, as if they weren't ship-shape, touched light of young, beautiful eyes. bis cap, and said,
What that boy was at school I would have " Thank'ee for me, sir! Oh, won't you like gone bail for him he would be in the world. that, mother?”
His mother could part with him without He immediately untied his kit, took out the trembling, if she couldn't help weeping. She dead father's Bible, as if he would let me see could all the better trust her lad to God, he fairly did his part of the bargain, and hand- because the poor lad had learned what was ing it to his mother, reverently kissed the book, meant by his own trusting himself to God, with a look that meant it was something he Yet she must pray for him. That I also found loved and felt parting with; and I inwardly the widow knew, and I inwardly rejoiced that prayed he might love both the Heavenly a pious mother's intercessions would stand, as and earthly Father whose book it was.
an invisible shield, between the little sailor “Willie, you'll promise me to read a chapter and the temptations and perils of a sea life. every day, won't you?”
Tiny tar! jot of a Jack! chip of the fine old "I always do, sir," said the lad, looking block that lay mouldering in the cemetery at proudly at his mother, as much as to say, Hong Kong! may the blessing of Him who " She taught me that, sir.”
turned a great storm into a greater calm, em"Shall I tell you how you will get to under. bark with the good ship that bears an orphan stand, and like what you read, Willie ?” from his mother, and bring him back again “Please, sir."
as pure a young God-fearing child of many " Whenever you open the book, say, 'O God homely prayers, as he leaves her! of orphan boys, give me Thy Holy Spirit, Mothers of England ! don't fear to trust your through Jesus Christ.' Repeat these words to stalwart boys to your country's armies or me, Willie.”
navies. The sons of gentle and noble, and "O God of orphan boys give me Thy Holy even princes of the Blood Royal, freely share Spirit,” the boy said, softly and solemnly, and their hardships and dangers, and make the then paused.
national service honourable. So long as the “Through Jesus Christ," I prompted. world is a fighting world, the country must
“Through Jesus Christ,” said he, gently and have soldiers and sailors to protect her comreverently.
merce and defend her frontiers. Only train It occurred to me that he had, perhaps, be
up first in Christ's service, and the ship longed to one of the London parish schools; so or the camp will be divested of their worst I asked him, and he replied,
perils, and mothers may commit them to their "Yes, sir, I was at St. B- -'s, and here's my callings, whether afloat or ashore, with the character, please sir," he added, as he pro- assurance of the blessed guardianship of the duced out of the side pocket of bis jacket Pilot of Gennesareth. a printed paper signed by the schoolmaster, If she who gives us birth, "remembereth no and by the rector. The blanks were filled in more her anguish, for joy that a man is born with the customary forms, and the paper into the world,” the poorest mother in England differed little from the general run of such may well dry her tears in parting with her documents, except by a special nota bene under boy, at the consciousness that she has given the rector's autograph, which briefly added, another brave fellow to man the deck or mount “N.B.-A thorougbly truthful child.”
the breach in the service of her country. "There, Willie," I exclaimed, pointing to his As I chanced to return home up the river by Minister's note, “that's worth all the rest of the last steamer that evening, I again fell in the
your captain write ‘Amen'to with the widow and Aunt Helen on their home. that, boy, when you come home, and won't ward trip, after having left Willie on board mother be proud of your father's son.”
H M.S. The Coromandel. Willie looked hard and wistfully at his The mother told me he got his Bible at mother, not knowing what to say, or rather Gravesend, and that they had a farewell cup how to say it, for he thought, “She shan't be of cocoa on board, and that Willie kept up
manfully till they bid him good-bye. Only bravery, in God's tender mercy, to "have when baby cried to stop with him, as if the gotten her the victory," though she had to precocious young navigatress preferred ship- fight it out single-handed. She had already biscuits to her mother's milk, Willie gave in at done no little that way, as became the widow her kindred demonstrations in favour of sea- of the stout mariner who sleeps in China, and life, putting it all down to the love of her the mother of the fine young salt just off on brother, because his own love for his wee sister his first “ roughin' it” “over the seas and far deceived him into the figment of its reciproc away." city; 80 the two children sobbed nearly as Poor Aunt Helen, alas ! has more duplicates loud as one another, though neither of them than her sister has, though God's grace alone half so loudly as our demonstrative Aunt made them to differ; and that would have done Helen. The separation, the cocoa, and, as I for the one what it had done for the other. Is fear, the rum which a seaman had poured into not that grace well worth seeking for, which it, was altogether too much for Aunt Helen's makes such characteristic differences in the soluble nerves, and, in point of fact, the noise sisters and brothers of this vast family of ours? she made occasioned the rather abrupt dis- Its presence interpreted even the whiteness of missal of the shore party, at the instance of the widow's cap, its absence the squalor of the indignant mate of the vessel. The widow Aunt Helen's duds. waved her farewell blessing from the wherry I lost sight of the sisters in the hurry of the that took them ashore, weeping silently, “but passengers off Hungerford Pier, but Willie not as one without hope,” as she spied her last and his mother are both photographed on my loving gaze at the broken-hearted boy, stand- memory, for as fair' a specimen of English ing there in the desolation of a child, among widow and orpban as I have ever fallen in with. strange scenes and faces, on the crowded poop. Should this sketch at any time catch the eye
When I saw them, baby had dropped off to of either of them, or of poor Aunt Helen, I sleep, and perhaps by that hour little Willie shall be glad to hear of their whereabouts, and too had hushed his first great sorrow in the lend a hand to promote their welfare. I omitted same natural oblivion. The widow had gal- to ask the widow's address; but the God she lantly recovered the shock, for she had other loves and serves has a precious address she will sharp battles in store to win for her own and never, I trust, forget--as the “Father of the Baby's meal-tub. Unless I mistook her gentle fatherless, and the God of the widow, even God intrepidity, hers was the sterling every day in His boly habitation."
BY THE REV. ROBERT MAGUIRE.
IME-what is it, gently stealing,
Gently moving from the main ?
Soon to ebb away again.
Wildly whirling on its way;
'f'is the passing of a day.
Downward rushing to the sea ;
Tells that time no more shall be.
Lost amid the deeps below,
Is eternity to know.
On the everlasting main;
To its continent again,
'Mid the context of th' eternal,
This parenthesis to scan,
All the history of man.
'Tis a stage, a varied play;
Ne'er continues in one stay.
First to live, and last to die :
Time transacts her mystery.
Now entrusted to thy care ;
'Tis a priceless thing and rare.
This provision that is made ?
And to our account are laid.
" In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread till thou return unto the ground.”—Gen. iii. 19.
HE curse is to a blessing turned :
Toil on, brave hearts, toil on !
Sweet is the bread that's hardly earned,
Are theirs whose nerves are strung,
Storn labour's ranks among.
By Him who came to save,
Nor filled a sluggard's grave.
His brows have sweat with toil ;
And Death and Hell to spoil.
Until the respite's givon,
And hails you sons of heaven.
In toils and conflicts sore,
THE BIBLE AND OUR FAITH.
BY THE REV, 8. WAINWRIGHT, VICAR OF HOLY TRINITY, YORK; AUTHOR OF
“CHRISTIAN CERTAINTY," ETC.
able to answer. Of its effects upon the Duke “Can length of years on God Himself exact, himself, we may judge from his own words on Or make that fiction which was once a fact?”
reading it: R. LESLIE, if Christianity be true, “That Christianity is true, is what I have
there must be some shorter way of always believed; but now I no longer believe, showing it to be so than those now I know."
commonly used. I wish you would And such has been its general, if not its inthink it over, and let me know the result.” variable effect on the mind of every reader
Thus spoke the Duke of Leeds to the Rev. open to conviction. And even on minds of an Charles Leslie: who did think it over, and three opposite class-on minds not open to conviction days afterwards presented to the Duke a rough -its effect has been not less complete and draft of the argument which has ever since striking. Dr. Middleton furnishes an illus. been known by his own name, and which not trious example. Feeling how absolutely necesall the ingenuity of infidelity has ever been sary it was to the maintenance of infidelity, that Mr. Leslie's argument should be refuted, 1. That the fact be such as men's outward he set himself to the task of searching for some senses can judge of; means by which it might be done; but after 2. That it be performed publicly, in the pretwenty years' continued application, he found sence of witnesses ; it labour in vain. The argument was perfect; 3. That there be public monuments and it contained no flaw. It was adamantine, and actions kept up in memory of it; and incapable of disintegration. Like the unbe. 4. That such documents and actions shall be lieving emperor who brought the resources of established and commence at the time of the fact. imperial power to aid the devices of his subtle And these four marks—which are not found intellect, nerved with all the hate of an inve- in the history of Mahomet, or in those of the terate hostility to the name and faith of Christ, Pagan deities—which cannot possibly co-exist and yet with his dying breath was constrained with any imposture whatsoever—are all found to confess, “O Galilean, Thou hast conquered !” in the Biblical histories of Moses and of Christ. so this unbelieving scholar, and all his school, In this single fact we possess an unanswerable have been compelled to acknowledge the irre- demonstration of the truth of Christianity. ristible power of the Lesleian argument for To assist our perception of the force of truth, the truth of Christianity.
let us for a moment imagine Brigham Young Briefly stated, that argument stands addressing the inhabitants of the metropolis, thus :
producing his book of Mormon as a Divine Christianity is something more than a system Revelation, asserting his own character as a of doctrines—it is also a series of facts; and divinely commissioned prophet, and appealing between these two, the connection is indisso. | for evidence of the truth of his assertions to luble. The facts gave rise to the doctrines; simple matters of fact which were within the the doctrines rest upon the facts. And this knowledge of every individual whom he admutual relation is such that the truth of the dressed. Would he venture to tell his audience doctrines is demonstrable by the truth of the that on a certain specified day he had led facts. If the doctrines are not true, then the the whole population of the city, including facts are not true; but with the truth of the every person then present, through the Thames facts once established, the truth of the doctrines to Southwark, on dry land, while the river remains for ever unalterable. The question, on the right and left stood still—two watery then, is narrowed to this, How shall we test walls? Or would he dare to affirm that from the truth of these fundamental facts ?
the first institution of Mormonism, every In his search for this grand crucial test, our man in the nation, at the age of twelve author went to work like a true Englishman. years, had had a joint of his little finger cut We have all heard of the three“ representative off, as a perpetual recognition of the Divine men,” who engaged in the competition for the origin of his creed, and that consequently every prize to be awarded to the sculptor of the man then living actually lacked that joint of finest African lion; how the Englishman com- that finger ? To questions such as these, the menced his preparations by a voyage to the common sense of mankind pronounces that Cape, that he might study the noble animal there can be but one answer. It is not the in his native jungles; how the Frenchman trick of an impostor to appeal to notorious studied him from a painting in the nearest matters of fact within the personal knowledge picture gallery; how the German, with a of those whom he is endeavouring to deceive. month's supply of tobacco (ex fumo dare lucem), For such an appeal to fact renders deception retired to his Studirstube, where, plunged in impossible. He who asserts as true that which deepest thought, he lost himself in the vain
every man, woman, and child knows to be utterly attempt to excogitate from the profoundest false, may indeed be sent to the County Asylum, subjectivities of the inner consciousness the but he will make no disciples. And on the other true idea of an African lion. Not so our hand, he who gathers disciples by appealing to author. Discarding all idealistic theories, re- facts-facts plain to the commonest underjecting the most specious resemblances, he set standing, palpable to the outward senses, perhimself to discover the invariable marks by manently embodied in the national institutions which historic facts may be infallibly dis- -such a man must have truth on his side. tinguished from all such as are merely legen- Such are the facts, such the appeals, and such dary, mythical, or otherwise fictitious. These the evidences which at once attest and demon. marks he found to be four
strate the truth of Christianity,