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Jesus declares here definitely, 1), That not in slavish fear or dispirited. They little children can receive a blessing were not ruled with an iron rod. from His hand. 2), A blessing that I said once to the father, “How is it relates to the kingdom of heaven, and that your children are in such submisthe entrance into the same. 3), A bless- sion ?" This was his remarkable aning that is accomplished in a symbolical swer: “We have made it a rule—a law act. The Baptistic theory ignores faith -in this house that no children shall in its childlike (germinal) form-even act in opposition to the will of the paas it ignores the Christian family and the rent. The will is expressed, the child Christian hereditary blessing. Christ must not disobey ; that is an understood has here shown the children to be con- thing with our children. When there jointly called to His heavenly kingdom is a new comer—when another child is in the blessed communion of the Chris given us—we have some trouble at first tian family."

with it; there is a disposition to willHow comforting is this subject for fulness until we get our rule understood Christian parents.

by it and established. Then we have How comforting to those who have no more trouble with it; it acts like mourned for baptized children, whom the others.”Mothers' Treasury. Jesus called away young, taking them into His arms, to hold them close to His

Dead, Yet Living. heart forever.

What incentive to bring children to The cedar is most useful when dead. the Saviour in holy baptism. He says, It is the most productive when its place suffer them to come.

knows it no more. There is no timber What an inducement to teach such like it. Firm in the grain, and capable “ Christed” children as they grow, the of the finest polish, the tooth of no insect fact of their acceptance with Christ. I will touch it, and Time himself can

How solemn the Saviour's charge to hardly destroy it. Diffusing a perpetual Peter-and all pastors, and teachers in fragrance through the chambers which Sunday-schools—“ Feed My Lambs.it ceils, the worm will not corrode the

book which it protects, nor the moth

corrupt the garment which it guards ; Well Regulated Family, all but immortal itself, it transfuses its

amaranthine qualities to the objects

around it. Every Christian is useful in I have sweet recollections of a family his life, but the goodly cedars are the I once knew. In thinking of them now most useful afterward. Luther is dead, a feeling of sadness crosses my mind, but the Reformation lives. Knox, Melbecause of being separated from them ; ville and Henderson are dead, but Scotbut the day is at hand when the sepa- land still retains a Sabbath and a rated friends of Jesus shall meet, and Christian peasantry, a Bible in every then I hope to meet this whole family, house, and a school in every parish. father, mother, and ten or eleven chil. Bunyan is dead, but his bright spirit dren.

still walks the earth in its “Pilgrim's Ten years, perhaps, have passed since Progress.” Baxter is dead, but souls I lived near them, was intimate with are quickened by the “Saint's Rest.” them, and often in their dwelling. The Cowper is dead, but the "golden apWord of God was valued in that house, ples” are still as fresh as when newly and Christians assembled there to read gathered in the “silver basket” of the it and pray.

Olney Hymns. Eliot is dead, but the One thing which struck me at the missionary enterprise is young. Henry time, and still remains vividly im- | Martyn is dead, but who can count the pressed upon my mind, was the implicit apostolic spirits who, phenix-like, have submission of the children to their pa- started from the funeral-pile? Howard rents. It was not that they were easily | is dead, and modern philanthropy is oniy subjected, but that they did not appear commencing its career. Raikes is dead, to think of having a will in opposition but the Sabbath-schools go on. -Rev. J. to that of their parents. Yet they were Hamilton.

The Strong Hand.

answer. They are not strong enough

to hold you. What can you do? If We were on a pic-nic. It was in a you stay where you are, you will be lost. grove on a bluff overlooking the ocean, | Then that sweet voice whispers, “Here,

-a fine, cool, shady spot in a hot sum- my child, put your hand in mine, and mer's day. Roger and I strayed away | don't be afraid.” It is the precious from the party to a small beach below Saviour. He sees your danger, and the bluff to pick up shells. While we hastens to save you. Put your hand in were skipping on the rocks and filling His. Do not let it go. Keep fast hold our pockets, the tide came in and of Him. By His side you can go up flooded the strip of land by which we the hill of difficulty, overcome all the came. What should we do? There was hindrances of the narrow way, and reach no boat to take us off, and no way of heaven, that happy land. escape but to climb the steep side of the My children, put your hand in Jesus', bluff fronting the sea. Oh, it looked so and don't let go. Winning Words. steep, so high. Could we climb it? We shouted to our friends above. They caught sight of us, yet what could they

Moths in the Candle. do? They had no ropes to hold out to us. The tide came nearer and nearer. Every moth learns for itself that the How bitterly we repented coming! candle burns. Every night, while the Why did we not stay in safety on the candle lasts, the slaughter goes on, and bluft? The tide began to curl round | leaves its wingless and dead around it. our very feet, and scale the hill we The light is beautiful, and warm, and must. At the first step the sand gave attractive; and, unscared by the dead, way beneath our tread. I caught hold the foolish creatures rush into the of the bushes growing among the rocks. flames, and drop, hopelessly singed, The twigs broke, and the rock came their little lives despoiled. tumbling down.

It has been supposed that men have I began to cry with fright, when sud- reason, and a moral sense. It has been denly a man crept round a rock. “Here, supposed that they observe, draw conchild,” he said to me kindly,“ put your clusions, and learn by experience. Inhand in mine, and don't be afraid.” Ideed, they have been in the habit of put my hand in his strong kind hand, looking down upon the animal world as and the very touch of it gave me cour- a group of inferior beings, and as subage. Up he went over the rocks, draw-jects of commiseration on account of ing me after him-up, up, up. . If the their defencelessness, yet there is a large sand gave way, I had him to cling to. class of men, reproduced by every passUp, up, until he landed me safely on ing generation, that do exactly what the the top: then he went down and drew moths do, and die exactly as the moths up Roger. How happy we were, how die. They learn nothing by observathankful were our friends, especially tion or experience. They draw no conwhen we looked down and saw the tide clusions, save those which are fatal to covering the spot where we stood. The themselves. Around a certain class of kind man was a fisherman, who saw our brilliant temptations they gather, night danger and ran to save us.

after night, and with singed wings or How sweet to take hold of mother's lifeless bodies they strew the ground hand, and walk by her side. How good around them. No instruction, no exto have father's hand through dark, postulations, no observation of ruin, no strange, and dangerous places. There sense of duty, no remonstrances of conis another Hand still stretched out to science, have any effect upon them. If you, and a voice which says, “Here, my they were moths in fact they could not child, put your hand in mine, and don't be sillier or more obtuse. They are, be afraid." Do you know who? It is indeed, so far under the domination of the Lord Jesus. You are trying to their animal natures that they act like climb to heaven. It is hard climbing animals, and sacrifice themselves in alone. Your feet keep slipping back. flames that the world's experience has The things you hope will help you, don't shown to be fatal.

If We Knew.

Queen Victoria at the Paper Mill.

The Queen of England is a plain, pracIf we knew the woe and heartache,

tical lady, who seems to feel a personal Waiting for us down the road,

interest in her subjects. She is known to If our lips could taste the wormwood,

have visited the poor and the sick in perIf our backs could feel the load,

son, and even to have read the Scriptures Would we waste the day in wishing

and prayed with them. Since the death For a time that ne'er can be ?

of her husband, Prince Albert, she has Would we wait in such impatience

withdrawn from fashionable life, to the For our ships to come from sea ?

great displeasure of many of her gay and

giddy subjects, who held that she ought, in If we knew the baby fingers

court circles, to keep up and encourage the Pressed against the window pane

fashionable social gatherings of her earlier Would be cold and stiff to-morrow –

years. Some even denounce her as being Never trouble us again

avaricious, secluding herself from secret Would the bright eyes of our darling motives of an unqueenly frugality. But Catch the frown upon our brow ?

in spite of the clamors of some newspapers Would the print of rosy fingers

and shopkeepers, she persists in her plain Vex us then as they do now?

life. Now and then, as she rides or walks

out, she visits, in disguise, some hut of Ah! these little ice-cold fingers,

poverty, or place of toil, where poor laborers How they point our memories back

earn their bread in the sweat of their To the hasty words and actions

brow. The following, from the SundayStrewn along our backward track.

School Times, narrates an instance of this Ilow these little hands remind us,

kind.—ED. GUARDIAN. As in snowy grace they lie,

The queen was riding out in her grand Not to scatter thorns--but roses

carriage, the horses tossing their plumes For our reaping by and by.

as if they felt themselves a little better

than common horses, and the footmen Strange, we never prize the music

all decked out in red, feeling that they Till the sweet-voiced bird has flown; Strange, that we should slight the violets

had something royal about them. The Till the lovely flowers are gone;

queen had always had everything she Strange, that summer skies and sunshine wanted, and so was quite miserable beNever seem hall so fair

cause she could not think of a visit. As when winter's snowy pinions

At last she bethought her that they Shake their white down in the air !

had just been building a new paper mill

a few miles out of the city. Now she Lips, from which the seal of silence None but God can roll away,

had never seen a paper mill, and she Never blossomed in such beauty

| determined to stop a little way off, where As adorns the mouth to-day;

lay her carriage, and walk in, not as a And sweet words that freight our memory queen, but as an unknown common lady. With their beautiful perfume,

She went in alone, and told the owner Come to us in sweeter accents Through the portals of the tomb.

she would like to see his mill. He was in a great hurry, and did not know that

she was the queen. But he said to himLet us gather up the sunbeams

self, “I can gratify the curiosity of this Lying all around our path; Let us keep the wheat and roses,

lady and add to her knowledge; and Casting out the thorns and chaff;

though I am terribly hurried, yet I will Let us find our sweetest comfort

do this kindness." He then showed her In the blessings of to-day,

all the machinery; how they bleach the With a patient hand removing All the briers from our way.

rags and make them white; how they grind them into pulp; how they make sheets and smooth them, and dry them,

and make them beautiful. The queen A PRISONER who had been in prison was astonished and delighted. She again and again had always given a false would now bave something new to think name. saying he could not bear the about and talk about. thought of his father's honored name Just as she was about leaving the being on the prison books in the person mill she came to a room filled with old of his unworthy son.

worn-out, dirty rags. At the door of

this room was a great multitude of poor, as scarlet, He can make them as wool.' dirty men and women, and children, And I can see that He can write His bringing old bags on their backs filled own name upon their foreheads, as the with bits of rags, paper, parts of old queen will find her name on each sheet newspapers and the like, all exceedingly of paper; and I can see how, as these filthy. These were rag-pickers, who had filthy rags may go into the palace and picked these old things out of the streets be ever admired, some poor, vile sinners and gutters of this great city.

may be washed in the blood of the “What do you do with all these vile Lamb, and be received into the palace things ?" said the queen.

of the King of heaven.” “ Why, madam, I make paper out of them. To be sure, they are not very profitable stock, but I can use them, and

Rules for promoting Brotherly Love. it keeps these poor creatures in bread."

“ But these rags! Why, sir, they are 1. To remember that we are all subof all colors, and how do you make them ject to failings of some kind or other. white ?"

2. To bear with and not magnify “Oh, I have a great power of taking other's infirmities. out all the dirt and the old colors. You 3. To pray one for another in our see that 'scarlet' and 'crimson, yet I social meetings, and especially in private. can make even scarlet and crimson, the 4. To avoid going from house to hardest colors to remove, become as house for the purpose of hearing news, white as snow."

and meddling with other people's busi“Wonderful! wonderful!" said the ness. queen,

15. Always turn a deaf ear to any She then took her leave, but the slanderous report of a brother, and pay polite owner of the mill insisted on no attention to any charge brought walking and seeing her safe in her car- against such except it be well founded. riage. When she got in and bowed to 6. If a brother be in fault to tell him him, with a smile, and he saw all the of it first privately before it be inengrand establishment, he knew it was the tioned to others. (Matt. xviii. 15.) queen.

7. To watch against a shyness of each “Well, well!” said he, “she has other, and to put the best construction learned something at any rate. I hope on any action that has the appearance it may be a lesson of true religion.” of opposition or resentment.

A few days after, the queen found 8. To observe that excellent rule of lying upon her writing desk a pile of Solomon's, “ Leave off contention before the most beautiful polished paper she it is meddled with.” had ever seen. On each sheet were 9. If a brother has offended, to conthe letters of her own name, and her | sider how glorious, how godlike it is to own likeness. How she did admire it. forgive, and how unlike a Christian it She found, also a note within, which she is to revenge. read. It ran thus:

10. To remember it is always the “Will my queen be pleased to accept grand artifice of the Evil One to proa specimen of my paper, with the assu- mote distance and contention among rance that every sheet was manufactured Christians, and that therefore we should out of the contents of those dirty bags watch against everything that would which she saw on the backs of the poor further his end. rag-pickers? All the filth and the colors 11. To consider how much more good are washed out, and I trust the result we might do in the world at large, and is such as even a queen may admire. in the Church in particular, when we Will the queen also allow me to say I are all united in love, than what we that I have had many a good sermon could when acting alone and indulging preached to me in my mill? I can in a contrary spirit. understand how our Lord Jesus Christ. 12. Lastly, to consider the express can take the poor heathen, the low, sin- commands of Scripture and the examful creatures everywhere, viler than the ple of our Lord and Saviour. John xiii. rags, and wash them and make them 34-55. Eph. iv. 31, 32. Luke xyii. clean; and how, though their sins be 3, 4. 1 Peter ii. 21.

Martin Luther's Letter to his Little Son.

Where Ministers Come From.

Grace and peace in Christ, my dear It affords us pleasure to notice the fula little son. I see with pleasure that thou | lowing bit of Sunday-school history from learnest well and prayest diligently. the pen of Dr. G. B. Russell, ia the “ ReDo so, my son, and continue. When I formed Era.” We should be happy to recome home I will bring thee a pretty ceive similar reports from other old and fairing.

successful Sunday schools of the Church, I know a pretty, merry garden

- ED. OF GUARDIAN. wherein there are many children. They have little golden coats, and they gather

Dr. Bausman in the Guardian for beautiful apples under the trees, and

March, speaking of the Sunday-school pears, cherries, plums and wheat-plums:

of Zion's congregation, Chambersburg, they sing, and jump, and are merry.

says: “ We question whether there is They have beautiful little horses, too,

another school in our denomination with gold bits and silver saddles. And

which has given so large a number of I asked the man to whom the garden

ministers to the Church as this. It 'is belongs, whose children they were?

now in its forty-fifth year.” And he said, They are the children that

The ministers are thereafter named : love to pray, and to learn, and are

Rev. Ephraim Keiffer, Rev. Dr. good. Then I said, Dear man, I have

Moses Keiffer, Rev. Henry Heckerman, a son too, his name is Johnny Luther.

Rev. Peter Sweigert, Rev. Dr. G. W. May he not also come into this garden,

Aughinbaugh, Rev. David Hefflefinger, and eat these beautiful apples and

Rev. N. E. Gilds, and Rey. W. R. H. pears and ride these fine horses? Then

Deatrick; in all eight. That is a good the man said, If he loves to pray, and

showing. learn, and is good, he shall come into

We know of another that counts this garden, and Lippus and Jost too,

lost too quite as many, if not more. and when they all come together they

The Sunday-school at Waynesboro, shall have fifes and trumpets, lutes, and

Pa., now in its forty-first year, has had all sorts of music, and they shall dance

connected with it the following minisand shoot with little cross-bows.

ters: Rev. Dr. H. Harbaugh, Rev. Dr. And he showed me a fine meadow

D. Gans, Rev. Dr. Geo. B. Russell, there in the garden, made for dancing.

Rev. C. C. Russell, Rey. Jos. H. JohnThere hung nothing but golden fifes,

ston, Rev. A. Carl Whitmer, Rev. S. trumpets, and fine silver cross-bows.

S. Miller, Rev. Josiah D. Deatrick ; But it was early, and the children had

and the cry is still they come. More not yet eaten, therefore I could not wait

are on the way. the dance, and I said to the man: Ah

Besides the above, Rev. Jeremiah dear sir! I will immediately go and

Heller was also in this Sunday-school, write all this to my son, Johnny, and

as teacher, before he became a minister. tell him to pray diligently, and learn

Also, Rev. Andrew P. Freeze, and Rev. well, and to be good, so that he may

Jonathan Wolfersberger, and several also come to this garden. But he has

others could be named who are now or an aunt Lehne, he must bring her with

were, in the Lutheran and Methodist him. Then the man said, It shall be

ministry. We are not sure but that

Rev. G. H. Johnston might be also so; go and write him so. Therefore, my dear little Johnny,

counted in, as he comes from a place in learn and pray away, and tell Lippus

the country only a few miles distant. and Jost too, that they must learn and

The old superintendent of that school pray. And then you shall come to the

used to claim some fourteen ministers Garden together. Herewith I commend

as having belonged to it. We have not thee to Almighty God. And greet aunt

access to the records, but as he geneLehne, and give her a kiss for my sake.

rally spoke by the book, Waynesboro

may be put down at a few figures above Thy dear father,

the other old school in the number of MARTINUS LUTHER. ministers who were boys formerly beAnno, 1530.

| longing to it.

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