The Days of Mohammed

s, for what God chooses must be bett

suffering, yet there was a calm dignity and hopefulness in her countenance, and her voice was not despairing. She sat upon a bundle of rushes placed on the floor. No lamp lighted the apartment, but through an opening i

breakfast, mother, and to-morrow

g more. You know even the hairs of our heads are numbered, so he takes notice of the poorest an

lack many, many times,"

orketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.' We cannot understand all these things now, but it will be plain some day. 'We

ave been praying for him to come, so, so long! Do you thi

a tear rolled down her cheek,

sheep, and am known of mine.' Little son, I like to think that our blessed Savior, who 'laid down his life for the sheep,' is here-in this very room, close to us. Sometimes I close my eyes and think I see him, looking upon us in mercy and love from his tender eyes, and he almost seems so near that I may touch h

on as she concluded, and a glow of ha

o-day," said little Manasseh.

eh! My

ed. But the anger keeps rising up in me till it seems as if my heart would burst

We have an Almighty Helper who has given us to know that he will not suffer us to be tempted beyond that we are able, and has bidden us cast all our

ther, if you were in my pla

"I would say, 'Jesus, help m

of "Father! Oh, father!" burst from the children. The mother spran

barked at Jeddah on a foist bound for the head of the Red Sea; how he had been shipwrecked; had become ill o

joy at their reunion, the door opened an

nd on her brow in a dazed way, then sprang up, and, just pausing for an ins

san," said the Jewess. "She will be well

anty meal," he added, with a smile. "But we have been enjoined to 'be not forgetful to entertain

Nathan the Jew which caught Yusuf's fancy at once, a

f the trials and disappointments, of the heroic fortitude born of that trust in and union with God which he had so craved. He received his first g

the mediation of the planet-spirits was but a myth. Yet he did feel, in a vague way, that the light was breaking, and a tumultuous, undefined, hopeful ecstasy took possession of his being. Yusuf's heart was ready for the reception o

nto his life, transforming and ennobling it. The divinity within him throbbed heart to heart with the Divinity that is above

, the benevolent, would rejoice too in hearing the story of Jesus' life on earth,

hinking, wondering, rejoicing. He sough

wake!" h

s good-natured, half-railing tone. "Why pounce

ous news of him-that Jesu

el

im; that he died to show men the depth of his love; and that he is with us at every time, in every place-even here, now, on this roof! Only think of it, Amzi! He i

iest?" There was an indifferent raillery i

and his wife-people who live

Jewish q

en

air spot for your revelation-a quarter of filth a

there are some good eve

there are some goo

n you not

that which he has not inquired into-probed to the bottom even. He cannot accept the testimony of any passing stranger, however pl

lking quickly a

ewise. He talked with his friend until the dawn began to tint the top of Abu Kubays, but without effect. At every turn he was met by the bitter prej

Christ in their live

band by the misdeeds of a few, who are

them, and would, if it were all you imagine it to be. A perfect re

athan and his family. Nobody could talk for one hour to them without feeling that they have

mzi indifferently, "but I hope that a longer acqu

mple way, offering thanks for the light which was breaking so radiantly on his own soul, and beseeching the lovi

y down for a sho

r, and that Amzi, too, may learn to know thee. Reveal thyself to him a

ew radiant with happ

attic in the house of Nathan the Jew, and, escaping by a window, descended a garden stair and disappeared in the darkne