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PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, 6 Nat’s Prayer. FRIDAY, OCT..2+. 1879. era, I’ll tell her I’m sorry,” he resolved into one of the chairs set back against mensity that dwarfs the things of a forthwith, and felt better for even that the wall, and watched Mr. Post take lower plane ; the works of men sink BT BATI SCMM1B. Tne Mandolinata. much. But lo and behold, to his as off grandpa’s collar, tie the big napkin into littleness in the presence of these There was a loud cry from the play tonishment, bed-time did not bring round his neck, and prepare for busi great works of God. . . . Tha night is still, the windows are open, Standing under the great pines, in room. Mamma dropped her sewing mamma to his side at all. He and ness. Harry had never been in the The air with odors ia sweet ; Hark ! some one is hamming the mandol- and ran to the rescue just in time to Mamie bad a little room together; shop before, and he watched the lather whose tops the “ sound of the going ” mats see Nat striking Mamie's white chub and mamma tucked her snugly in, made in the cup, and spread all over is ever heard; climbing the great Along the open street. The maudolinata I Ah me ! as I hear it, heard her say “ Our Father," but she grandpa’s face and then scraped off rocks gray with unnumbered ages, or by hand with his whip. Before me yon seem to rise “ You are just the meanest girl I did not come, as was her wont, to do again with a razor. “Snip, snip, snip,” walking under their shadow as be From the other world, with your gentle presence. know, Mamie Wallace, I hate you, 1 the same for Nat. She had reached the went the barber’s scissors, and the neath the walls of a castle we may Tour tender and smiling eyes. gny curls lay on the fioer; finally not enter; creeping among the large- door. Nat sat up in bed. do.” How we jested together, and hummed to grandpa ’s face was bathed off with leafed laurel, gathering the blue and " Mamma,” he said, “ you haven’t Nat stopped suddenly, for there in gether something that “ smely,” and Harry scarlet berries; sitting on banka of That old and threadbare song, the doorway was mamma. Mamie tucked me in, nor heard me say my W ith forced intonations and quaint affec moss and arbutus; rambling by the ran sobbing into her arms, but Nat prayers, nor kissed me.” The last and he started for home. tations, p "Grandpa, ” said Harry, as they stream as it laughs and leaps over the came out in almost a sob. That ended in laughter long ! stood sturdily defiant. How oft in the morning beneath your went up the street, " do you know Mamma came back, and sat down boulders, or scatters into spray as it “ I—I didn't—mean—to break it— window what I am going to be when 1 grow by his side, bua her face was very dashes in wildest glee over the rocks I framed to it bantering words, mammia,” sobbed Mamie. And heard from within your sweet voice up ? ’ in charming cascades, or in thought “ You’re always breaking something grave. answer " No, ” said grandpa, " what i, ful mood flows in a quiet course where “ 1 think you had better not say With a flute-tone like a bird's I of mine, and then saying you didn’t the cardinal flower bends to kiss its And you opened your shutters and (sang mean to; but I’ll never forgive you for your prayers to-night, Nat.” And it?” ‘ “ Good morning, “ A barber like Mr. Post; and be image, every nerve returns to its Nat could say nothing from sheer as this, ’ ’ said Nat, angrily, surveying the _D troubadour, gallant and gay !" "And I chanted, “ 0 loveiy and lary lady, fragments of the pretty toy velocipede tonishment. From his babyhood up fore grandpa ceuld reply, they came proper tension, and the mind weary of I die of thia long delay I he had said “Our Father” every in sight of the house, and saw Bessie, thought aad care revels in rest. Oh, hasten, hasten!’* ".I’m ooming, I’m that Uncle Nat had given him not in her pretty bine dress, running to Every summit, every opening in the night. What could it mean. long before. Anything coming from coming, The lady ia coning to thee,” meet them. ' ■ You know if yeu said your pray road, every walk in the wood, gives a Uncle Nat was doubly precious. And then you drew back in your chamber " Bessie, ” asked Harry, a few mo ers you would have fo say, ' Forgive new scene; every morning and every Mamma, without a word or oven laughing— look to Nat—naughty, cross Nat,— I us our trespasses os we forgive ments later, when they were alone, evening has its individuality, and Oh, who were so foolish as wo ? Ah me! that vision comes up before me; each rivals the other in its ministra took Mamie pith her to her room, those that trespass against us.’ And " were you ever in Mr. Post's shop?” How vivid and young and gay ! " No,” tion of strength and joy. Ere death like a sudden blast blew on you, leaving him to his own reflec you know you are never going to for “ Well, 1 will show you how he And swept life’s blossoms away. In the mountains wo can under tions. Do you know what he give Mamie her trespass against you, Buoyant of spirit, and glad and nappy, does; it will be a lovely new play for so you would be asking God never to He wanted to stand why the " high places ’’ were to do ! wanted And gentle of heart and thought ; r Ah ! who would believe yen were mortal have a geod cry and "make up ..h 1 forgive your trespasses against him.” us; come up to the nursery.” chosen for the altars' in the days of ly wounded, So up they started, as they passed greater simplicity, when nature spake That was a new idea to Nat. No, with mamma and Mamie ; but some So bravely you played your part ? the parlor door, mamma called out to to the heart more directly of .God. of course, he could not say his prayers thing naughty within him said, "don ’ t. We veiled our fears and our apprehensions With hopes that were all in vain; Mamie was naughty to break your Unless—there he hesitated—unless he them " Children, 'where are you go Without superstition, the devout It was only a sudden cough and spasm heart here still feels the nearness of pretty velocipede, and mamma ought was ready to forgive Mamie. Now ing r Betrayed the inward pain. “Up to the nursery to play," they God, and adores him as the Father of you must know that Nat felt himself In the midst of^our jesting and merry to-punish her." laughter, And all the time Nat knew very very much superior to mamie. Was answered, and mamma was satisfied. our Lord Jesus, who created all this We turned aside to sigh, About a half an hour afterwards and redeemed us.— United' Presby Looked out of the window, and all the well that he was the one that deserv he not a boy ? did he not go to school? landscape she was walking in the garden with terian. and had he not been in the city on the ed to be punished; but he stayed Grew dim to the brimming eye. grandpa, and they stopped a moment cars all alone once ? Of course he was And st last, one pleasant summer morning there alone in the play-room, just as to pick up something in the path. It Relation of the Christian to Christ When roses were all in bloom, miserable as you can imagine a little very much superior to Mamie, and to Death gently came with the wandering boy to be. You see it has been such a think of having to beg her pardon! 1 proved to be a long light curl. I breezes “ Why this is strange," said mamma, Some time ago „in listening, for the To bear your spirit home. wretched day from the very beginning. Besides, she ought to beg his for hav A smile on your lips—a tender greeting— It was Saturday. Papa was going to ing broken his velocipede. Nat lay as they passed, on ; to whom can it be first time, to a young minister of some And all that was once so gay Was still and calm, with a perfect sadness take him to the city that very day, down on his pillow once more, and long? and here is another,” she added: note, he made the assertion that and you had passed away. but the first thing he heard in the mamma went slowly and sadly down and just then a third curl came from “ The relation of the Christian to morning was the rain pattering stairs. It grew very dark, and the the window above, right on mamma’s Christ is similar to that of the slave Through the casement the wind is moan against his window-pane. Then he rain had a dreary sound. Mamie was head. “ Mercy !” she cried, and darted to his master.” Now, I do not set ing, On the pane the ivy crawls, felt so disappointed that he forgot to sound asleep, but Nat’s eyes refused- into the house and up to the nursery myself up as a critic in matters of The firt. is faded to ashes. theology, nob do I, as a rule, approve say his prayers, so you see he was to stay shut. He felt afraid, he wish as fast as she could go. And the black brand, broken, falls. There sat little Bessie with a towel of criticising sermons we have heard, ed that mamma would come np, or soon to have trouble. Well, every The voices are gone, but I linger, pinned around her neck, her .cheeks but this ¡dea was so repugnant to my And silenoe is over all ; thing went wrong, and Nat kept even that Mamie was awake. Then Where once there was mnsic and laughter covered with soap-suds, and half her mind, and bo contrary to my precon growing crosser and crosser until the he began to think over the day— Stands Death in the empty hall, head completely shorn of her pretty ceived notions of this relation, that I worst thing of all happened when what a long wretched one it had been There is only a dead rose lying. Faded and crushed en the flnor ; Mamie broke his velocipede. Poor how unhappy he had been himself, curls. Harry stood over her. flourish have thought a great deal upon it And a harp whose strings are broken, ing his mother’s largest scissors, with since that time, and I am unable to Nat! You cannot guess how misera and hew naughty. That Love will play no more. Finally before he knew it, just as he which he had been cutting off the see where any warrant can be found bly wretched he felt all the rest of the W. W.-S. in Scripture for such a doctrine. I morning, for he was too naughty and was thinking how sorry mamma had curls. Their mamma took her baby in her Remembered and Forgotten. know we are told, 1 Cor. vi. 20, “Ye looked, the naughty spirit within him proud te go and tell he was sorry. arms and fairly cried over her greatly are bought with a price,” but does not died. He jumped out of his bed, and “If she’d only come and ask me, Wh shall we remember, to the wender of the children, who the same apostle tell us, Rom. viii. 14, ran over to Mamie ’ s. maybe I’d tell her I was sorry,” he Wbat shall we forget ? Seems the vexing question, tried to tell her of the pretty new " As many as are led by the Spirit of “ Mamie, ” he said, — “ Mamie, I know said to himself, but no mamma came. Over whiolf men fret. play Harry had learned at the bar God they are the sons of God,’’ and Till the shining angel, Dinner-time came at last, however, you didn't mean to break my veloci Charity by name. ber ’ s. again, verses 16, 17, “ The Spirit itself and Nat made his way, rather shame pede, and I want you to forgive me Points to her white record, There was nothing left for mamma beareth witness with our spirit that facedly, I must confess, to his place at for being so hateful about it I” Known to earthly fame. “O Nat, I was drefful sorry! I to do but to send Bessie down to Mr. we are the children of God; and if the table. But not one spoke a word What shall we remember? Every kindly thought, thinked I'd never be happy again,” Post’s and have the other side cut off children then heirs—heirs of God and to him, and there was such a lump in Every well-fought battle. said Mamie, putting up her mouth for short too- Harry said he would have joint heirs with Christ ?” his throat at this strange treatment, Every good thing wrought; Every thoughtful aaying; I love to think of eur relation to a kiss, and dropping off to sleep again shaved her if ha could have found pa that even though they had his favor Every honest deed, pa ’ s razor. God as one of sonship, and though we in less than no time. ite apple dumplings, he could scarcely Done by friends and neighbors Though Bessie looked for a time, For each other’s need. are “ bought with a price,” it seems to " Mamma ! ” called Nat from the top swallow a mouthful. After dinner, like a little fright, the pretty curls What shall we remember ? me the purchase was in the nature of feeling sure he could never endure stairs, “ please come up, for I can say Nothing that will harm; grew out again ; but Harry and Bes a ransom, to deliver us from the con another solitary season in the play my prayers now." Nothing that will scatter sie were strictly forbidden esen to dition of slavery into whioh we had Trouble and alarm ; Five minutes after—will you be room, he followed meekly after mam Nothing that will foater of such a thing as " playing barber ” fallen, the bondage of sin, and that it lieve it ? — Nat was just as sound ma as she went back to her room. Hatred in the heart, again.— Ex. no more had the effect to establish a Nothing that will make ns “ Mamie,” she said, after a little asleep as Mamie!—<S. S. Times. Aot the vengeful part, relation of the Christian to Christ, time, “ would you please go down In the Mountains. What shall be forgotten ? t similar to that of slave and master, stairs and get me the paper ? ” Playing Barber. Everything that brings np * • Old forgotten scars ; “ I’ll go,” said Nat, quickly, before It ia not strange that men love the than it would between an earthly Everything that rankles, When Bessie Gray was about three Mamie could get her playthings out mountains, and that so many seek in parent and son, were the latter sold Everything that stings— years old, and Harry fire, grandpa Making room for treasures, of her lap. their heights and shades, and by their into slavery, and should the father And all beanteons things. came from New York to make mam " Thank you, but I had rather have streams, rest from the weariness of pay a price required to ransom him What'shall be forgotten ma a little visit. Such lovely presents Mamie wait on me,” was the grave re- busy life. Their elevation gives re iron this condition. As we pass along ? as he brought the children ! They Fvery jealous feeling ; After all He has done for us, our pose. Standing where the great hills piy .1 Every grudge and wrong. were sure no boy or girl in Brookdale are far below, and to the eye are service is but His just due, and this That was too much for Nat; he If we eloee our journey I turned quickly and tied to the lounge j 5UC'1 a kind grandpa as theirs*» merged into one vast plain, a rich i He requires of us, but to consider it With our fanlte forgiven, What shall be forgotten ? The next morning Harry and Bessie mosaic of harvest field and meadow, as rendered in a state of servitude in the play-room, and sobbed as though Everything but heaven. his heart would break. Was mamma were sitting on the front stoop when wood and water; where olouds hover seems to me entirely inconsistent with —Brnish allj*malignant]fand re never going to love him again ? And grandpa came out of the house. “Har lovingly near, and sometimes»stooping all the teachings of the Gospel, and I vengeful thoughts._ A spirit ofj ie- all the time he knew he ought to go ry,’' said he, “ I want to have my hair down wrap all in their gray mantle, can not, in my mind, reconcile the vengo is a spirit ofjthe devil, than and take his naughty words back, but cut, and to get shaved. Do you know —we have a peculiar feeling of separ idea of being at the same time where the barber’s shop is ?” ation from the busy world of daily ■"children of God,” "joint heirs with which nothing makes a man more he would not. “ Yes, grandpa, I will show you ; it life. These vast ranges, where rocks Christ,” and yet sustain the relation h They’ve been cross to me, too,” he like him, and nothing can be -more is down the street.” So off they went were riven and heaped by an Al to Him of slave to master; and were opposite to the temper whick Chrw- said, by way of excuse. By and by he sobbed himself to Harry holding grandpa’s hand, till mighty hand, quiet us.by their grand I an unconverted man, nothing it tianity designs to promete7]£lf your revenge be not satisfied, it will give sleep, and knew nothing moie until they came to the red-white and blue eur, and awaken a feeling akin to seems to me eould have a greater ten pole in front of Mr. Post’s shop. reverence; and yet their deep shades dency to prevent me from accepting you torment now; if it be, it will the tea-bell rang. He looked stealthi ly out from his eyes to sqp if mamma " Well, Harry, ” said Mr. Post, as he and tangled thickets and clear streams the conditions of salvation than to give you greater hereafter. None is showed any signs of relenting. Once, caught sight of Harry ’ s curly head, entrance us, and constrain us. to believe, if I could believe, that thia a greater self-tormentor than a just once, he caught her eye ; and it “ did you come to get shaved?" linger and share the joys they keep was correct Bible doctrine—A1. ./. revengeful man, who turns the poison was such a loving, pitiful look she Harry laughed, and just then grand in store for those who love them. Brownell. of his own temper in upon hijnself. gave him that he nearly broke down pa’s portly form appeared in the The light, clear atmosphere, the un —Paint splashed span window-glass can and had a great time choking. doorway, and Mr. Post was taken up broken hemisphere of sky, the wide- —We hand folks over to God’s ■be eaiily ,removed by a hot [solution of " When she comes to hear my | ray- with attention to him. Harry climb- reaching views, give a sense of im- mercy, yet shew none ourselves. eods. Christian Family.