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about me too, and I wanted to see him, to give him a message from his uncle."

"Wouldn't they let you see him?" asked John.

She shook her head. "I've tried it before," she said, "but it's no good. Oh dear, if I could only see him!" she added.

John stood thoughtfully looking over at the opposite building for a minute or two, but at length he said: "I will try to see him, and take your message for you."

"Oh, will you?" exclaimed the old woman, gratefully. "Bless you for your kindness. Tell him not to fret about me; I've had good news from Ireland, and his uncle is coming to see us soon."

John promised to deliver the message, and at once went to obtain permission to see the prisoner. His good character procured him this favour after some little difficulty, and he was conducted to Simpson. The man stared as he entered.

"I don't want any of your preaching here," he said; "Fm down, I know, and I don't need telling of it."

"I've brought a message from your mother, Simpson," said John, without noticing this speech; "she saw me near the gates, and asked me to come to you, as she couldn't come herself."

Simpson muttered something about "sinners being no company for saints;" but John did not heed this. He delivered the message that had been entrusted to him, and then asked if he would not like to send one in return. . "It would be a comfort to her, I am sure, if you did," said John, "for the poor old soul was in a deal of trouble when she heard what had happened to you."

The mention of his mother touched the man, and a tear glistened in his eye as he said, "Well, comrade, I shall be glad if you can say a word to comfort my poor old mother; you're the first, too, that's ever troubled themselves about her, and I thank you for doing it."

He made a shy attempt to hold out his hand as he spoke, and John instantly grasped it.

"I'll tell her what I can in the way of comfort," he said.

It was little enough, he thought, as he walked towards the old woman's home. Simpson was always getting into some scrape or another, and nothing seemed to have any effect upon his hardened character. The report that they were under orders for India was shortly confirmed. A few days before their departure from their present quarters Simpson was released from his confinement, and John expected a renewal of the persecution, in which there had been a lull for the last few days. But to everybody's surprise Simpson seemed to have lost a good deal of the bravado that had characterised him before. His late imprisonment seemed to have awoke in him some feeling of shame, and although he did not seek to avoid Munro, he seemed shy in his presence. John noticed the change in him, and instead of reproaching him, as some of the rest did, telling him that it was his own fault he had got into trouble, he took every opportunity of showing the poor fellow that he felt for him in his disgrace, and whenever he could do him any little kindness, never let the opportunity pass.

These attentions were not lost upon Simpson or his companions, who shared in them. They carefully watched Munro, but although he joined with them in all their innocent amusements, by which they sought to beguile the time during the voyage, they knew that his former convictions were held as firmly as ever, and from disliking and ridiculing him, they at length grew to love their young comrade, who preached the gospel of peace and love in his life more than by his lips.

It was difficult sometimes for John to repress the natural ardour and impetuosity of his character when reproving those things which he knew to be contrary to the law of God; but he had learned now that the kingdom of peace— God's kingdom, that he constantly prayed might "come "— would never be established in the hearts of his companions but by the exercise of those graces of the Holy Spirit, "gentleness, meekness, patience, long-suffering," the forbearing and forgiving in the spirit of love to the sinner while reproving his sin; and at length he had the joy of seeing that this work of faith and patience was not in vain in the Lord. Many of those who most stoutly opposed him when he first entered the army, and ridiculed his most earnest efforts and appeals, now gathered round him, won by the irresistible influence of his kindness and gentleness, patience and love. In course of time a little band of earnest Christian men was formed from amongst those who .had once been the ringleaders in all the revelry and dissipation going forward; and these now joined with him in his earnest efforts to spread the knowledge of the truth, not only among their fellow soldiers, but among the natives of India; and thus John had the joy of seeing his prayer answered in the extension of the Redeemer's kingdom, although his first efforts in this cause had so signally failed.

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MY first step was a mother's prayer
Whilst kneeling at her feet:
She told me of God's loving care,
In accents low and sweet.

Long years of gladness swiftly flew,
Bright days and hours of mirth:

In form and knowledge both I grew,
But these were both of earth.

The flowers had half their lesson taught—

I saw their lovely bloom:
But had not learned, and had not sought,

The teaching of their doom.

To me, this earth was a bright heaven,
Which ne'er should pass away;

And summer and its flowers were given
To beautify the day.

I thought not of the fading leaf,
Why it should fall and die:

I had no time for care or grief,
Nor reason for a sigh.

So many years had passed before

The second step I took, And then I learned, oh ! more and more,

The truth of that great book,

Which says, "As from the dust man came,

To it shall he return,"
And felt the truth, always the same,

That man is doomed to mourn.

There came a pause, solemn and still,

A silence in our home—
An empty chair, which none could fill—

I knew that death had come.

And when by that sad stroke of death
The truth again was preached,

When he so loved, gave up his breath,
Another step was reached.

At first I scarce could go or stand,

So trembling were my feet, Until I felt a loving hand

And heard a voice so sweet—

"Come unto me," it softly said,

"All ye that labour come; To the bereav'd ones I am Head,

And to the wanderers Home."

Since then, sometimes a still small voice

Bids me go up yet higher;
I gladly go, since 'tis His choice,

To bring me to Him nigher.

Sometimes the sabbath's sacred hour

Helps me a step to gain:
Sometimes a prayer, sometimes a flower,

And oft the anthem's strain.

Both joy and grief have helped me on

The ladder steep to ascend:
But though in joy some steps I won,

Grief was my better friend.

But oh! if at the last I fall

Down from that ladder steep, Better I ne'er had climbed at all,

Than not the height to keep.

Better, if in my childhood's days,
Sent from the realms of love,

An angel, by that ladder's ways,
Had borne me up above.

Not step by step, so hard attained;

When reached, so hard to keep;
But at one flight the heaven had gained,

There never more to weep.

Oh ! let me keep the end in view:
Christ, the believer's friend—

For ever faithful, ever true,
Will His assistance lend.

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%*pMT is out of a broken heart that all truly holy affections do flow. Christian affections are like Mary's precious ointment that she poured on Christ's head, that filled the whole house with a sweet odour. That was poured out of an alabaster box; so gracious affections flow out of a broken heart. Gracious affections arc also like those of Mary Magdalene, who also poured precious ointment on Christ, out of an alabaster broken box, anointing therewith the feet of Jesus, when she had washed them with her tears and wiped them with the hair of her head. All gracious affections that are a sweet odour to Christ, and that fill the soul of a Christian with a heavenly sweetness and fragrancy, are broken-hearted affections. A truly Christian love, either to God or men, is an humble broken-hearted love. The desires of the saints, however earnest, are humble desires; their hope is an humble one; and their joy, even when it is unspeakable and full of glory, is an humble broken-hearted joy, and leaves the Christian more poor in spirit, and more like a little child, and more disposed to a universal lowliness of behaviour. Edwards on the Affections.

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