Trial and Triumph

Mr. Thomas had left the door; "What makes you so naughty? Why did yo

ent looking like

wer me; what makes

d it for the devil. The preacher said

eople to be bad, but you are not to mind every thing the devil tell

n and cross and she is always telling

deserve a good whipping, and I've

g to get you to beat me. She's a spiteful old thing an

hen I was a child I wouldn't have talked that way about any old person. Don't let m

aid Annette v

rry than all my six children put together; but there is always one scabby sheep in the flock and you will be that one. N

ous, but tender, loving guidance. In that restless, sensitive and impulsive child was the germ of a useful woman with a warm, loving heart, ready to respond to human suffering, capable of being faithful in friendship and devoted in love. Before that young life with its sad inheritance seemed to lay a future of trial, and how much, humanly speaking, seemed to depend upon the right training of that life and the development within her of self-control, self-reliance and self-respect. There was no mother's heart for her to nestle upon in her hours of discouragement and perplexity; no father's strong, loving arms to shelter and defend her; no sister to brighten her life with joyous companionship, and no brother to champion her through the early and impossible period of ripening womanhood. Her grandmother was kind to her, but not very tender and loving. Her struggle to keep the wolf from the door had absorbed her life, and although she was neither hard nor old,

rs tender secrets they did not always bring to their near relatives, and young men about to choose their life work, often came to consult her and to all her heart was responsive. With this feeling of confidence in her judgment, Mr. Thomas had entered her home after leaving Mrs. Harcourt's, educating himself for a teacher. He had spent several years in the acquisition of knowledge and was proving himself an acceptable and conscientious teacher, when the change came which deprived him of his school, by blending his pupils in the different ward schools of the city. Publ

ed in his examination he turned his attention to the mi

by an upright life, and chaste conversation, yet I think one of the surest ways to injure a Church, and to make the pulpit lose its power over the rising generation, is for

y often

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d earnest thoughtful Christly men, who will be more anxious to create and develop moral earnestness than to excite transient emotions. Now there is Rev. Mr. Lamson who was educated in R. College. I have heard him preach to, as I thought, an h

rd, I think learned to mourn out in prayers, thoughts and feelings wrung from their agonizing hearts, which

sacred calling, that I cannot, nay I dare not, rush into it

k just such men as you ou

" "I am glad that it is not, I think there are mor

ark side of the question? you must judge of the

tely there are men who seem so lacking in reverence for God, by their free handling of sacred things; now I think one of the great wants of our people is more reverence for God who is above us, and respect for the man who is beside us, and I do hope that our next mi

that brother Lomax our new mini

ail to receive him as an apostl

hteousness, love and peace, amid the misery, sin and strife, is the highest and most blessed position that a man