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morning, as Sapricius was being led forth to execution, he pressed through the crowd, and throwing himself on his knees, he cried out,-—"Martyr of our Lord, forgive me if I have done you wrong.'
Sapricius remained silent.
Nearer the place of execution Nicephorus repeated his cry for forgiveness; entreating Sapricius to have pity on the frailty of human nature, and reminding him that he was about to receive a crown of glory from the Lord.
Still Sapricius hardened his heart, and would not answer. The guards laughed at Nicephorus for asking forgiveness from a man on the brink of the grave; but Nicephorus would not desist: he followed Sapricius to the very scaffold, and more earnestly urged him to speak, repeating the words of our Lord: “ Ask, and it shall be given to you.”
Sapricius gave no sign of hearing his penitent friend.
By this time the executioners approached Sapricius, and bade him kneel down to receive the fatal blow.
“ Wherefore ?” said Sapricius.
“For having set at nought the commands of the emperors, and having refused to sacrifice to the gods."
“ Then do not strike me,” said Sapricius ; "and I am now ready to obey the emperors, and to sacrifice."
Then Nicephorus spoke,
“ My brother, do not deny the Lord; do not lose the crown which you have so nearly gained.”
Sapricius did not listen.
Nicephorus, seeing that there was no hope for the miserable man, said to the executioners,
“I am a Christian : I will not sacrifice to your gods; I will not obey your emperors."
The governor was immediately told of this; and he commanded that Nicephorus should be forthwith executed.
So was he above measure rewarded for his brotherly love and humility; while Sapricius, though at first he was willing to "give his body to be burnt,” yet, because he “had not charity," lost all that he seemed to have had, and became one of those most miserable men who deny the Lord that bought them.
STATED times of prayer put us in that posture (as I may call it) in which we ought ever to be: they urge us forward in a heavenly direction, and then the stream carries
HYMN FOR ALL SAINTS' DAY.
O heavenly Jerusalem,
Of everlasting halls,
Thou storest in thy walls !
Where saints for ever sing ;
The palace of the King.
Himself of all the crown;
And never goeth down.
Their sweet peace to molest;
Nor day nor night they rest.
To her our longings bend;
For joys that cannot end.
His Church, above, below;
All things created bow.
With sure and steady motion
The ark securely glides,
Triumphantly she rides.
And tempests raging high-
She floats uninjured by.
Though torrents fierce are rushing
Each mountain-crevice down, With whelming fury crushing
Tower, citadel, and town. Yea, though such force assail her,
Unharmed she beats along; For succour never fails her,
She's stronger than the strong. How could that bark go stemming
Alone the swelling tide,
Her close on every side?
Survive amid the shocks,
O'er powers that rent the rocks? Because the Lord, all gracious,
Had bade one righteous man To raise that vessel spacious
Upon a heavenly plan. Because th' Almighty lent her
His power above the wave; And wondrously He meant her
A rebel world to save.
Was set up as a sign
Of something more divine.
Was built life whole to save, And bear her freight securely
Above the watery grave; And as her patient builder
Was raised the world to warn ; And gladly would have filled her
With those who died in scorn ;-So sure as Scripture spoken
Is holy, good, and true, So sure the ark's a token
Of Christ's own Church to you:
So sure the Church securely
Bears up through waves of sin;
Shuts her true children in :
Of truth and righteousness,
A sinful world to bless :
The Church, beset no more,
Upon a happy shore.
To enter her low door ;
Like rebels proud of yore.
The Church, at Christ's command,
That bright and happy land.
November. The festivals of this month are, All Saints' Day on the 1st, and St. Andrew's Day on the 30th.
Advent Sunday will be on the 27th, being the Sunday next before the feast of St. Andrew.
PAGE Lydia Morrison (concluded)
265 The Shipwreck
280 Innocents' Day
281 Poetry: St. Thomas's Day; Christmas-Day; St. Stephen's Day 282 Calendar for December
[Concluded from WHEN she had been two or three Sundays, Mr. Chaloner called, and said that he was glad to see her remembering her duty at last; and he hoped she would not neglect it again as she had done. “I am always very sorry,” he said, “when those whom I have met over a death-bed do not meet me in the house of God. It seems strange, that those whose dear friends have just been removed from them into the unseen world, should not wish to come to the church,