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“ I will tell you again that pretty hymn which I told you yesterday,” said he, “and you must learn it and say it to your mother to-morrow morning, and when you can say it, she will give you one of those pretty pictures which Father Urban has brought here from Bellach ; perhaps she will give you the prettiest of all, the one which represents the Lord Jesus, and the little children, and the angels, and under which is written “ Suffer little children to come unto me, for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.' “ Now be very attentive
“ Oh, mother, glorious visions
Are opened to my sight,
A garden of delight.
The Saviour's voice I hear;
Which is far off, yet near.
I see the Saviour stand,
To lead me by the hand.
I see him from this place,
To gaze upon his face,
They kiss his garment's hem;
He turns and blesses them.
" He granteth all their wishes,
Their secret prayers he hears, And many a wond'rous word of his
Calls forth their joyful tears.
“Oh, I must go, my mother,
To hear the Saviour's voice, For in that lovely garden
All living things rejoice!
“ Weep not, and be not fearful
There comes no evil thing. -Hark to the burst of music,
Like singing birds in Spring!
“ The Saviour's voice is lifted,
He calls me to his side,
No danger can betide !
“ See, now a mighty angel
Throws wide the garden gate ; Farewell! within that garden
Thy coming will I wait?”
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B N the following morning, after the disaster reOn referred to in our last, John was up very soon
after it was light, as he felt very sorry for what he had done the day before, and was anxious for his papa's forgiveness. However, as his papa
had not yet come down stairs, John amused himself looking out upon the garden, which was covered all over with snow, like a sugered twelfth cake, the leafless branches of the trees were overburdened with their white covering, and the Christmas holly berries looked all the more red and cheerful from the surrounding white, -while two or three Robins were flying about, trying to find a resting place out of the snow,--and on the look-out for their breakfast. It was while John was thoughtful, and amused at what was going on outside, that Mr. Wilmot entered the room.
“ Good morning, John,” said Mr.Wilmot.
John was taken rather by surprise at the kind greeting of his papa; for he had been expecting at least a severe scolding; but he immediately returned his papa's good morning, and was then silent.
“You got up soon this morning, John,” said Mr. Wilmot.
“Yes, papa; I have been up some time. I could not sleep comfortably. I was very naughty yesterday. Has mamma told you ?” and poor little John, who was really sorry for what he had done, began to cry very very much.
“Come, come, John,” said Mr. Wilmot, “ dry your eyes, and tell me, like a man, what made you get at the parcel after I had promised to let you know what it contained today.”
“Oh, papa, I do not know; I was very wrong. I hope you will forgive me; I will not do so again.”
- Well,” replied Mr. W., “ from what your mamma has told me, I am inclined to think it will be a lesson to you; but you must learn to conquer that hasty petulant temper of yours. Why did you not trust to me? I do not so much object to your wishing to know what was in the parcel ; that simple feeling of curiosity will lead you to get over many difficulties-if it is rightly directed; but it was very wrong indeed of you to attempt to get down the parcel, after I had expressly told your sister you should know all about it to-day, and not before, that was not curiosity, but wilful disobedience; now, if you had been able to see what the parcel contained without your accident,—tell me, would it not have been very wrong to have led me to suppose you knew nothing about it?"
John, who felt much ashamed of himself with his papa's reproof, immediately confessed it would, and that he had intended his papa should not know he had touched it: but he was very sorry, and hoped his papa would forgive him.
“Oh, yes, my dear boy,” replied Mr. Wilmot, “I freely forgive you, for I think you are really sorry; but I wish you to remember the lesson this little fault of yours teaches, and it is this—that although I may forgive you, as far as I am conceived, yet your disobedience brings its own punishment; for I had intended, when your aunts and cousins, and little friends, were here this evening, to have exhibited the magic-lantern to you all, with its number of pretty pictures, the same as you saw in London at your Uncle Tom's; thus you have not only prevented this pleasure to yourself, but also prevented my being able to amuse your young friends; besides that, you have broken your kind little sister Emma's wax doll, which I am sure you will feel very much, as she was so kind, I hear, as to beg of your mamma that you should not be punished,-80 that you see my forgiving you does not do away with the consequences of your disobedience. I want this to be impressed on your mind, and in like mannner, if you do any good act, nothing will prevent your feeling pleasure and satisfaction.”
John felt the force of his papa's words, and promised he would never be so naughty again. * * *
The Christmas day went off rather more quietly than they had expected, the matter was only slightly referred to, while John was absent; but he appeared very thoughtful all the evening, and was evidently thinking what fun and pleasure he had prevented.