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Tales and Sketches.
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
life, had not spoiled, reached out her hands with a quick gesture of alarm and proter
tion to her child. “LOOK out, Ellen, right across the The gentleman opposite to her, with his street," said Mr. Walden, laying his paper pleasant face and portly figure, and hair a on his knee, and speaking to his wife, who little sprinkled with grey, caught the morto sat at the opposite front window.
ment, and looked up from
his paper. you see that young man ? "
“ What is the matter, Ellen ? " “Yes, Henry ; I happen to know him- She smiled, half apologetically. one of your clerks;" and the lady turned
“I was thinking, dear, what if that boy her face, most sweet, most fair, from the were ours!” beautiful child, to whom she was tossing Mr. Walden looked down on his small up and down a cluster of silver.voiced hoir a little touched. bells, and listening to its crow of triumph. “I shall never place him in the midst of
“Was one of my clerks, you mean, such temptations as my warehouse." Ellen. That's the very young man we “But this boy had to meet them, and turned off last week for helping himself to because he failed once, it seems to me that money out of our till. You remember I
it was hard to turn him right out into the told you about it.”
cold and dark of the world." “ Yes, but I never suspected that he Mr. Walden smiled a little. was the one. You know he brought me “O Ellen," he said, “ that would sound messages several times from the office, and
very pretty in a story, and sentiment of I was always pleased with his bright, plea- this sort is very attractive in a woman like Bant, courteous manner. He hadn't the you ; but it don't do for us business mert
. face of a rogue, Harry."
We've got to be up to the mark, hard, and “No; this was his first offence. I be
straightforward, and practical." lieve the boy was as hovest when he came “And yet, Harry, you business men have up from the country as ever one was; but had mothers to love you, and have sons in he fell into bad company, and there was an your turn to love. That is the hard, end of him. There's no trusting boy or straight, practical truth." man after the first theft," and Mr. Walden When she paused, her husband said
, took up his paper.
“Why, Ellen, what makes you take such His wife glanced sadly across the street an interest in this clerk, whom you're to the slight young figure which was slowly never seen half a dozen times ?" passing out of her range of vision. She “I don't know, Harry. Perhaps it's remembered its rapid, alert step, which had because I look at my own boy and yours. struck ber a little while before, and fancied “Well, to please you, I'll promise to take there was remorse and depression in the him back once more, and give him a trial." altered bearing. Then her glance dropped And Mrs. Walden rose up, went over to on the sweet face with the wide bloom in her husband, pushed away the black hair
, its cheeks, and the childish wonder and joy sifted with grey, from his forehead, and the in its eyes, and her heart grew pitiful, and kiss which fell there was the warm, sweet, reached out with a half mother-yearning fragrant kiss of a loving wife. after the slight, half-drooping figure, which Half an hour later, Lucius Street was rehad just passed by.
tracing his steps through the wide street She thought of him, friendless, disgraced, flanked with its stately homes, down which desolate-this youth, in the great city, so he had wandered unconsciously, for some full of all temptation and enticement; and spirit of unrest and unhappiness had taken she thought, too, of the mother he must possession of him that day, from which he once have had, and who was just as proud vainly tried to deliver himself. and fond of him as she was of her own boy; Suddenly a voice called to him on the and involuntarily this lady, with the sweet opposite side, “ Lucius ! Lucius Street!" face, this lady, whom wealth and luxury, Ho turned, and there, standing and all that is good and to be desired in broad stone steps of his dwelling,
Walden beckoning to him. A blush burned out into the road once more, it was not p into the boy's cheek; he hesitated, as he went in. And again Mr. Walden's voice came over That night, at "Sparks's Saloon,” half a to him kindly but authoritatively, “ Lucius! dozen young men and boys, bent on what Lucius Street!" And it compelled his they called mischief” and “fun," waited steps to the gentleman's side.
vainly for another to join their company, Mr. Walden looked on his former clerk The barn was fired; the flames spread bewith kindly eyes, which were not to be yond the original intentions of the inmistaken.
cendiaries. Much valuable property was "Come in, Lucius, come in," he said. destroyed, but Lucius Street was not there And the youth followed him into the to see. He was faithful to his new covenant. great parlour, whose gorgeousness fairly He withstood the jeers and persuasions of dazzled his eyes, and the merchant, seating his old companions, the temptations and him in one chair, took another by his side, enticements of his city life. and looking at him, said in a kindly voice, As his years grew into manhood, he rose " Lucius, you have an honest face, and you to new positions of trust and responsibility had an honest name till that time, and be- in the great warehouse, and always filled cause of it, if you had told the truth, we these to the satisfaction of the proprietors, would have forgiven and kept you."
and at last he became head clerk in the The tears strained themselves into the establishment. And it was not till the boy's eyes, his breast heaved, every limb | evening of his appointment, which tran. shook. Mr. Walden was touched. He spired ten years after his reinstatement in laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. the warehouse, that he related to Mr.
"Tell me the truth now, Lucius," he Walden the evil into which he had fallen said ; " you shall not be sorry for it.” at that time.
The boy looked up: his face was white, “I was on the brink of an awful preand worked fearfully. At last the half- cipice, sir,” he said, with emotion which coherent words struggled out,
fairly choked his words. “My ruin was "It's all dim and blurred to me, Mr. inevitable; and it was you, under God, who
but I suppose I did take the saved me." money, although I can't remember very “Not I,” interrupted Mr. Walden, well
; the wine had got into my head.". almost as much moved as his clerk ; "it Mr. Walden shook his head. “ Bad was Ellen, my wife, who did it all. You
company, my boy,” he said. owe the thanks to her." "
was the first time, the very first And then the senior partner, whose hair time in my life," said the boy, speaking was not now. sifted, but crusted with silver, steady and fervent this time.
related all which had transpired between "I believe you; and now if, because of himself and his wife that afternoon in his this , we take you back once more to your sitting-room ten years ago.
And the old place, will you promise, for your own young man wept like a child again. sale, not to fail again, to avoid all tempta. “I never knew before what made Mrs. ti ne of evil, wine, and wrong companions ? Walden so kind to me,” he said ; "I unfor they have made you fall once, and they derstand it all now." will inevitably drift you to
" Come up to supper to-night, and tell "I will promise you, sir is our ruin." “Then be back, Lucius, to your old
her with your own lips," said Mr. Walden.
And Lucius went, and hearing it, Mrs, place to-morrow morning."
Walden wept for joy, and thanked God in The boy buried his face in his hands, and her heart. bust into tears-tears which, in his case, were the blessed “latter rain," in which dwelt repentance and a new purpose. And
THE YORKSHIRE WEAVER. Mr. Walden, touched beyond his usual IT was my happiness to spend a week in el, laid his hand once more on the boy's the beautiful vale of Todmorton, York#boulder, and spoke to him many words of shire, England, preaching daily in the sur. counsel and encouragement, which were rounding chapels. On one occasion I Almost fatherly in their tone, and even in- spoke of the various methods which God vited him to remain to supper with his is pleased to bless in bringing sinners to family; but the reinstated clerk declined himself, and raising up missionaries; and doing this. And when Luoius Street went in particular mentioned family prayer.
This led the interesting individual, whose house, and see the family prayer. I di short history I am about to relate, to call 80; and, as a kind Providence would has
He was a plain, sensible, kind- it, my neighbour again asked me to stop hearted man, and spoke the broad York- the family prayer. This was just what shire dialect. I do not know if he is yet wished. Nothing on earth would has alive; but when I saw him, his hair was as pleased me so much. So the great boo black as a raven, his cheek bloomed with was brought, and the good man read, an health, and his eye was like a rainbow they all fell upon their knees. I did no the tears and the sunbeams sparkled in it. now kneel with them ; but O, what I felt
After we had conversed for some time As soon as they rose I immediately left the on various subjects, at my request he house, without saying a word, and hastenec related the following particulars :
home. As I was going up the hill I felt a “ I was born near the edge of yonder if I must pray that moment ; but there lofty hill. My father occupied a small was no shed into which I could enter and farm, on which the family used to work kneel down, and the snow was thick upor during the summer months, and in the the ground; 80 I walked on. But my winter we all wove cloth, for our own use conscience would not let me proceed. and for the market. There was no church voice seemed to say, 'Go to prayer, seel near us, and we grew up in great spiritual the Lord; cry for mercy : begin at once! darkness. The Sabbath was our holiday, So I pulled a large stone from the hedge. which we generally spent in playing at and placed it on the snow; and there, on cricket and foot-ball. In this state I re- that stone, I first kneeled down and called mained until I was about twenty years of age, when one winter evening I rambled Reader, look at him for a moment down from the edge of the mountain, to There he is on his knees. “Behold, hi call on a neighbour who lived a few fields prayeth!" Yes, with the snow for a car below. He was a man that feared God, pet, and a stone for his cushion, and the and was accustomed to have morning and heavens for a canopy, and the moon for a evening prayer with his family. When the witness, and angels for his attendantsusual hour arrived for the household to there he first cried, “ Lord, have mercy on assemble, he said to me, in our dialect, my soul!" Oh, what a night was that for
John, ha mun stop to family prayer ?' I my friend! It will be remembered with rapconsented. A chapter was read, and he ture after the moon has been turned into and his wife and children fell upon their blood, and the stars have withdrawn their knees, while I, as it was no business of shining. mine, sat still and looked on.
But I as
From that day the weaver became sure you, sir, I felt very strangely; I never praying man; and when I first know hin felt so before. As soon as it was over, I he had been twenty years a deacon of 1 left them without saying a word, and Christian church, and was well known & walked to my father's house ; but the one of the most active, and zealous, am scene I had witnessed could not be for
exemplary servants of Christ in all th gotten. I was struck to the heart. As I neighbourhood. ascended the side of the hill I thought, I inquired as to his progress in the reli this must surely be the worship of God. gious life. To which he replied, “M This is what I have never done, but it is ignorance of Divine things was 80 great what I ought to do.
that I knew not what to do. I had 1101 I hardly knew what to do, and I went been a drunkard, nor & swearer, nor had! to bed as usual—without prayer. But it kept company with loose young men ; but was the last night I ever did so. Almost I had been living without God. Al my the first thing that came into my thoughts plans and habits, and thoughts and de when I awoke was my neighbour's family sires, had been about this world, and never prayer. At the proper hour I went to my row higher ; but now all things Toom, and commenced working, but I
'I was afraid
to open my mind could not go on. I felt as if my heart to any mortal about it, but I could tell my would break; and I was forced to cover Saviour ; yea, I could tell him all. My my work with a handkerchief lest the piece father had a barn, that became my favour which I was weaving should be injured by ite retreat. That was my house of prayer, my tears. I longed for night to return, and it was indeed the gate of heaven to my that I might go down to my neighbour's | soul. Often, often have I entered into
I have always
that barn, and shut the door, and kneeled join in family worship, or by other means, and prayed to the Father who seeth in do something for their salvation — Richard secret, and the Father who seeth in secret Knill. hath richly rewarded me. My enjoyment was very great; 80'netimes it was joy un. speakable and full of glory; but it was not
THE LITTLE STRAWBERRY. always so. No, there was sometimes much
SELLER. darkness in my mind, and Sutan took ad
A TALE FOR GIRLS. Tantage of it, and greatly harassed me. "Bat the Bible is full of encouragement
It had been a very dull winter ; in fact, to a soul oppressed with guilt; and as my winters are generally dull at Tunbridge knowledge of that sacred book increased, Wells, for in the suminer and autumn it is 80 did my peace and joy; and I have often a fashionable visiting-place ; but as the thought that God intended, by bringing residents are comparatively few, it is very through these deep waters, to prepare
much forsaken in the other parts of the me to speak a word to heavg-laden sinners. year. It often falls to my lot now, in my visits Well, the early spring found Mary to the sick, and in conversing with candi- Roberts and her little girl in very hrd dates for admission into the Church, to circumstances. The father had met wih meet with people under 'soul-trouble,' and an accident so 'n afrer Christinas, and le
a word for them; for I was still in the infirinary. The Roberises nerer meet with any so completely dark as kept a small greengrocery shop in Mowt I was."
Sion, and rented an acre or rwo ot lend I had heard from his minister of his about ten minutes' walk out of the town, knowledge of the Scriptures, and of his gift
which the husband hud heretofore cultiin prayer
; and now, as I heard from his Vatei single-haniled, raising U on it, own lips his insight into the devices of nesides vegetables, a con-iderable quantity Satan
, und his intimate acquaintance with of strawberries. But this acciden! had the human heart, I could not but admire sadly put them about, for being obliged to the wisdom and goodness of God in raising
hire a hand to work in the g‘rden ground, up men in every
station of life to direct the nea ly all the money they took in the shor, antious
, inquiring sinner to that Saviour or otherwise got, had to be devoted to the sage,
" Come unto me, all ye that man's wages. But there was no alterpa. labour and are heavy laden, and I will give tive, for unless they did so, the crop of you rest."
strawberries would, in all probability, fail, Family prayer was a duty he often in- and upon this, under Providence, all their culcated, urging those who felt its im- hopes for the future hung. portance
, but feared to engage in it, to Early and iste Emmy and ber mother begin
, relying on Divine aid, for then obsta- might have been seen carefully watching dley vanished. This service also constituted their garden of promise. And sometimes the cbarm of his own domestic circle, for in the very stress of anxiety the mother be had conscientiouely regarded the apos- and child knelt together in the little
marry only in the tool-shed, and supplica’ed for the potpcLord
! Oh, who can tell the delight and tion and blessing of their God and Father, refreshment of those hours when a family whom they knew to be the God of nature bow at the altar of God : the mother reads, as well as the God of
grace. the children sing, the father prays, and all But the poot Cowper has very truthdevoutly join in worship! “'1'is like a fully said hitle heaven below."
"God moves in a mysterious way We commended each other to God by
His wonders to perform." mayer, and shook hands and parted, in
Aud so it was with our strawberry-growers. e joyful expectation of meeting again in After expending their little all on the
ground, the spring and early summer are you training up a family for proved to be unusually wet, literally rotjudgment without family prayer?
ting the fruit before it came to perfection. Do yon regard the eternal welfare of the Oh, how the mother and child sat and souls of domestics under your charge?
shed tears together over their perishing dime there thoso far from God around fruit! And the poor man, as he lay on you; and can you not, by inviting them to his bed of suffering, watched the descende
tolie injunction to"
ing rains, which continued day after day, I have no doubt she is round at the house with all the bitterness of despair. These riins would be their ruin. How could the “ Poor little girl!” said a lady. hand of love be dealing out so bitter a “Oh, we are too glad, ma'am, to have potion ?
any fruit to sell, to care for the wet," saic One day the mother and child had suc. Emmy. ceeded in gathering a fow quarts of tole- And then she told again her oft-repeated rably fine fruit. The weather had held up tale of the destructive wet and the perish: for some hours, although it was again ing, soddened strawberry beds. raining incessantly. But no time was to Who could hear and not feel for little be lost in disposing of their gatherings. wet Emmy? So the purchasers paid her So while the mother proceeded to attend liberally that day. to the shop and manage the fruit, Emmy When all the fruit was sold, little Emmy dressed herself sufficiently as she could to crossed the common towards her home fice the weather. She had not much She had not counted her gains, but sh choice of clothes, but she put on what was had tied it all up-silver and copper best calculated to keep her warm and dry. together; and she felt light at heart at
She was but nine years of age, and a what she believed would surprise and little thing, too, for that; so that, as she please her mother. took the basket and hung it upon her little But upon reaching home her young arm, and prepared to set out in order to heart was saddened by the sight of her vend the little fruit they had secured, she mother weeping. A message had come looked too young and weak to be exposed from the infirmary stating that erysipelas to such bad weather. But there was no had shown itself, and that her husband' help for it; indeed, she was only too glad life was in danger. So the mother wa to have any strawberries to offer for sale. getting ready to go there. So she scarcely noticed the weather, as she Emmy was just in time to mind tht tripped lightly along from house to house, shop in her mother's absence. It was no in the best neighbourhoods. And as the time to tell her success, so she put the fruit was scarce she readily found custo- money away safely in the cupboard till her mers, who, when they heard her simple,
mother's return. childish tale of the long destructive rains, Poor little thing! She loved her father. and of the losses they had sustained, inva. In bis rough way he had always been kind riably refused to take any change out of to her. The child was naturally more the pieces of money which they gave her. delicate and soft-mannered, taking, per
It was very wet-wet-wet, still she haps, after, and being an improvemen continued her walk; she knew it was of upon her mother, who before her marriag great importance to them to sell what they had been a lady's-maid. Roberts used t had gathered at once.
And as the gay call Emmy the little lady; there was folk were chiefly within doors--prisoners natural superiority about her. She ha to the drenching rains--they were well not had much education ; only just wha pleased to see the little strawberry-seller she could get at the free school; but sh entering the garden and offering the deli- learned readily, and retained what sh cious fruit, so scarce that year, and for the learned. most part so very. inferior.
Little lady, there was not much externa “Poor little girl !" said many of the resemblance, as Emmy sat down in their ladies, "you must be well paid for your back room, after her mother had gone out, strawberries to-day.".
and divesting herself
of her outer garments “Poor little girl!" said many a gentle- and shoes, and stockings, wrung the wet man—the happy husband, or brother, or from them as though they had been taken lover of some fair purchaser; and without out of the wash-tub. And then she taking her fruit they dropped silver coins spread them out before the morsel of fire into her basket.
over which the tea-kettle was singing “How is it,” some inquired, " that your lazily, mother has sent you out this wet day P While thus engaged she had not giver Why did she not come out with them her. way to her grief for her father. Perhaps
she had hoped it would yet take a favour « Oh, she had to get the baskets ready,' able turn. But now that she had nothing said the little Emmys. “but before this more to do, her thoughts lingered