Arantaglf.
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IN AN ATTIC.
BY MRS. ELIZABETH AKERS. EELORENCE PERCY.]
This is my attic room. Sit down, my friend,
My swallow's nest is high and hard to gain
The stairs are long and steep, but at the end
The rest repairs the pain.
For here are peace and freedom ; room for
speech
Or silence, as may mita changeful mood.
Society's hard by-laws do not reach
This lofty altitude.
You hapless dwellers in the lower rooms
See only bricks and sandand windowed walls ;
B;t here, above the dust and smoky glooms,
'Heaven's light unhindered falls.
So early in the street the shadows creep,
Your night begins while yet my eyes behold
The purpling hills, the wide horizon's sweep
Flooded with sunset gold.
The day comes earlier'here. At morn I see
Along the roofs the eldest sunbeam peep ;
I live in daylight, limitless and free,
While you are lost in sleep.
I catch the rustle of the maple leaves,
I see the breathing branches rise and fall,
I hear from their high perch among the eaves,
The bright•necked pigeons call.
Far from the parlors with their garrulous crowds
I dwell alone, with little need of words
I have mute friendship with the stars and
clouds,
And love•trysts with the birds.
So all who walk steep ways in grief and night,
Where every step is full of and toil pain,
May see, when they have gained the sharpest
height,
It has not been in vain.
Since they have left behind the noise and heat,
And though their eyes drop tears, their'sight
is clear ;
The air is purer and the breeze is sweet,
And the blue heaven more near.
AN ALE-HOUSE PLOT DEFEATED.
[From Dr. Gillett's " England Two Hundred
Years Ago." Jugt issued by the Presbyterian
Publication Committee, 1334 Chestnut street.]
Already—previous to the passing of
the Act—repeated threats were made
against Mr. Alleine, and warrants were
issued for his arrest. But in some
strange way, none could tell how, the
malice of his enemies was defeated.
Now, however, the last difficulty ap
peared to be removed, and Black Jake
'convened his crew at his favorite ale
house, to take measures to carry out
his plans. Enriching his phraseology
with virulent and blasphemous oaths;
he told his associates that they had
often been defeated in attempting to
catch " the sacred rogues," but that
now, if they did not succeed, they would
show themselves fools.
" What do you mean to do ?" asked
Trump.
" We'll bag the old fox first," replied
Black Jake.
" How will you go about it ?" asked
Trump.
"Be quiet," answered Black Jake,
" and I will arrange it all. Mr. Alleine
can't go far afoot. He has to do most
of his haranguing within a mile or two
of this. I learn from Justice Tinkle
that he is apt to have his meetings on
Tuesday and Friday nights, beginning
somewhere about nine or ten o'clock,
for they change the hour at different
times. Now it would not do for me
to try to get into his meetings. Every
body knows my face and hair, and
`Black Jake' would be a black sheep
among the flock, and they would be
afraid of me and only keep Quaker's
meeting. I want two as decent fellows
as you can pick out to dress them
selves up, and put on the best Puritan
look they can, and go into the meet
ing along with the others, so as not to
be suspected."
"A grand plan that," said one of
the hardest-looking of the group,
only you must look close to find the
the 'decent' fellows among us."
"I nominate Trump," said another
of the company, " he's kind of respect
able compared with the rest of us.
"No you don't 1" said Trump.
"You'll do as we agree," said Black
Jake, "or you'll quit this commu
nion."
"I'll do neither the one nor the
other," replied Trump.
Black Jake doubled his fist, and
advancing toward Trump, exclaimed,
"Do you mean to say that you'll stay
here, when I say you shan't'?"
"Hold off, hold off" cried several
at once, " Trump's a good fellow. He
has his reasons for what he says; let's
hear him."
Black Jake drew back, still eyeing
his antagonist with a scowl, but wait
ing to hear what he would have to
say for himself.
" Jake," said Trump, calmly, and
with only a slight tone of that irony
he sometimes used, " I want to ask
you some questions."
Ask away," said Jake, defiantly.
"Has not Mr. Alleine more than
once carried food and fuel to your
poor old blind mother, whom you have
left many a time to freeze and starve ?"
asked Trump.
"None of your business," said Jake.
"Didn't he keep Mr. Mallack from
prosecuting Dan and Bill when they
broke into his_ grounds, and were like
to be sent to jail, and didn't he talk
with them as kindly and gently as a
brother, and get them places to work
and earn their living ?"
" What if he did ?" replied Jake.
"Didn't you tell Mr. Alleine to his
face, when he was up before Justice
Tinkle, that he lied when he stated
liow he carried on his meetings?"
" What of that?" answered Jake.
"I'll tell you what," said Tramp.
"You've gone about as far as it would
be best for you to go in this sort of
thing. You would have had Mr.
Alleine back in prison in two weeks
after he got out if it had not been for
me."
"For you!" interrupted Black Jake;
" then it seems you've turned traitor,
have you ?" and his eyes gleamed
with fury.
" For me, I said," replied Trump,
with emphasis but with perfect cool
ness, as he fixed his steady, defiant gaze
on his adversary. " I went to hear
him, as you appointed, and I did hear
him, and sooner let my arm be palsied
than lifted against such a man as he
is. And the reason that the other
witnesses did not appear against him
when the warrants were out, was be
cause I told them they had better keep
out of the way, and they had the good
sense to take the hint."
" You've betrayed us, and you shall
sweat for it," said Black Jake, doubling
his fists again and stepping up toward
Trump.
" Hold, hold," said one of the men.
"If the question is about Mr. Alleine,
I have a word to say. You know I
was in Ilohester jail when he was there,
only he had state apartments in the
room overhead. But he was not
ashamed, when the jailer would let
him do it, to come down among us to
talk as civil and kindly as anybody.
All the winter, when the chaplain was
sick, he took his place, and a good
many of us wished that the chaplain
was sick Imager; he wound himself
right around a fellow's heart, till you
could not help liking him. And then
do you see that scar on my wrist ?
The cold, freezing irons made it, and
he got bandages and bound it up, and
so kept the irons off till it was well.
If you are going to do any mischief
. to Mr. Alleine,' you can't count me in.
You'd better let him alone."
" Never!" exclaimed Black Jake,
"he isn't to be let alone. I have
pledged my word to Justice Tinkle to
have him before him within three
weeks, and"—
" And you've pocketed the fee for
it, haven't you ?" asked Trump.
This question roused all the tiger
nature of Black Jake. There was truth
in Trump's charge, but he thought no
one knew it.
" Trump," said he, "this is no place
for you. You always make disturb
ance among us ; now leave the pre
mises;" and this time he advanced to
ward him with the evident purpose to
drive Trump out.
No one dared to do more than depre
cate Jake's anger, and beg him to keep
cool, and Trump was so much more
disposed generally to use his tongue
than his fists, that no one apprehended
any personal encounter. Black Jake
had calculated on all this, and felt
assured that he could terrify Trump
and drive him as a non-combatant of;
the field. He did not expect resist
ance, and until he was within a step
or so of him, Trump made no show of
any. Suddenly, as if under the inspi
ration of a new purpose, on seeing
Jake's fist about to descend upon him,
he raised one arm to defend himself,
while with the other he hurled Jake
back across the room, and laid him
sprawling on the floor.
For a few seconds there was un
broken silence. But when Jake rose
from the floor, his supremacy over his
gang was gone. " You deserved it,"
said one of his men. "What right
had you to attempt to drive him out
without taking a vote of the company
first," said another. But heedless of
such remarks, and with vengeance in
his look, Black Jake turned toward
Trump, and remarked in a tone which
betrayed his resentments : " This mat
ter is not settled yet ; will you act with
us any longer or not?" he asked.
Trump looked the contempt he felt,
but made no reply.
"In the name of the company, I
demand an answer," said Jake.
Still Trump was silent.
"Why don't you speak out ?" asked
one of Jake's friends. "Can we count
on you in our plans ?"
" What are your plans?" asked
Trump.
" We want to get money out of Mr.
Alleine or his friends," was the reply.
" In fact, we don't care so much about
his going to prison as we do about
the money."
" And to get it you will act as in
formers, will you ?' asked Trump.
We will aid in executing the law,
or seeing it executed," was the reply.
"You will do a thing then," replied
Trump, "so mean that I'd sooner
shiver in rags, or rot in jail, than touch
one penny of your leprous silver."
" Then you'd have Mr, Alleine
preach his fire and brimstone all over
the country, and nobody stop him,
would you ?" asked the man.
" Fire and brimestone!" exclaimed
Trump, " what under the heavens can
he preach but that, with such a set as
Black Jake and Justice Tinkle after
him all the time, and scores of cowards
echoing all their abuse ?"
"You are half a Puritan yourself,"
said another of the company, "and I
think you had better cut communion
with us, and go your own way."
Trump quietly whispered in the ears
of one or two of those whom he could
count upon as his friends, and then
beckoning to the man who had been
in Ilchester jail, drew him with him
toward the door. "Now," said he, as
he opened the door for himself and his
associate, " settle matters to your own
THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1866
"You have shown yourself my
friend," said Mr. Alleine, "and I will
for a time at least th.ankfully accept
your proposals. But are you not only
my friend, but the friend of my Mas
ter, the Lord Jesus Christ?"
Trump seemed overcome by the
question, and made no reply, only a
tear started in his eye. •
" I cannot repay your kindness, but
I can invite you to that blessed por
tion in Jesus which has made me
happy, and been my strength and joy
in prison," said Mr. Alleine.
" I am not fit to love Christ," said
Trump ; "I have been a very wicked
man."
"Jesus came to save sinners, great
sinners," said Mr. Alleine.
" Ah," replied Trump, "you don't
know what I am, or rather what I
have been. It was in hearing you
liking. We don't share in any mea
sures against Mr. Alleime."
Black Jake felt as Trump left that
the latter had surrendered the ground,
and exulted in thinking that he could
now shape things as he liked. He
tried to pick out the two men who
would act as informers, but out of
nearly a score there were barely three
who could be so employed, for Trump
had withdrawn one of those on whom
Jake had, as he now discovered, im
prudently counted. Of the three, one
refused to serve ; another seemed quite
indifferent, while the third was re
markably zealous. The selection was
of course soon made, and Black Jake
promised them £5 each on the convic
tion of Mr. Alleine, and to the whole
company an evening's entertainment
free of cost. But his, ascendency was
gone. Trump had foreseen who would
be selected, and had arranged to have
the one who seemed the most zealous
to serve, meet him just as soon as the
ale-house company broke up. After
conferring with him, and arranging a
plan to defeat Black Jake's measures,
he left him, and at a late hour knocked
at Mr. Alleine's door.
Late as it was, Mr. Alleine had not
retired to rest. He responded to the
summons, opened the door, and bade
his visitor walk in.
"Not now," said Trump. "I just
came to tell you that for two or three
weeks you need not have any fears
about your meetings. I heard that
you were going away, and would keep
yourself five miles off. But you
needn't hurry about it."
" Your tone, at least," said Mr. Al
leine, "is that of a friend, and I think
I have heard your voice before. May
I ask your name ?"
"No matter about my name, but
you have heard my voice before.
Good-night," exclaimed Trump, and
hastily withdrew.
Mr. Alleine wondered over the
strange incident, but he resolved to
improve the opportunity that was thus
afforded him to speak a few parting
words to his flock. He dared not
meet over twenty ~.of them at a time,
and even then ventured only to meet
them by night; and it would require
two or three weeks before he could
see them all; Then he thought that
perhaps it would be best for him to
return to the Devises again, both as a
place of security and on account of
his health.
Each time that the several groups
of his congregation met him, there
was a strange face among them. Mr.
Alleine suspected it was that of the
friend to whom he was already indebt
ed. But he invariably was the last to
come and the first to leave. No other
stranger intruded upon the assemblies,
and no molestation was ever offered.
The stranger as well as the others was
deeply affected, and when the tears of
others flowed his eyes were not dry.
At length, after the expiration of
about three weeks, at the close of one
of the meetings, the stranger lingered
behind. " I wish to speak a few words
with you," said he. "It will not be
safe for you to linger here any longer.
The informers have been frightened,
or one of them at least, by my means,
for some time ; but the justices opposed
to you have deternfined to procure a
new set to carry out their purposes,
and you will be sure to be arrested.
Have you any place Ito go to ?"
"You speak as a friend and you
have acted as a friend," said Mr. Al
leine, " and"---
"I am your friend," interrupted
Trump, for he it was, " and I have
understood that you had nowhere to
go but to the Devises, which is so far
off that your friends could see you
only in a great while. Is it so ?"
"It is," replied Mr. Alleine. "If I
stayed anywhere about here, my ene
mies would be in pursuit of me, and
I suppose they would track me out."
" Well," said Trump, "if you will
trust me, I will find you a place where
you will be safe, and it is with people
you know."
" I think I can trust you," replied
Mr. Alleine, " although I do not know
your name."
" They call me Trump," was the an
swer, " but my name is Henry Tem
pleton, and from calling me Temp,
they changed it to Trump; but few
here know me. My home was up the
river, beyond Wallington, till a short
time before you came to Taunton, and
my sister, the ,wife of a dyer, is living
there yet. They have Often heard you.
They will welcome you to their house,
and they live in such a quiet and ob
scure neighborhood, that you, might
have meetings there every week, and.
not be discovered."
when I was sent to act as an informer
against you, more than two years ago,
that I was led to see what a wretch I
was. I have watched you ever since,
and I have been determined to defeat
the plans of your enemies whose coun
sels I have shared. Your words have
burned themselves into my memory,
and I can't forget them, but they make
me feel how vile and reckless I have
been. I don't think there is any hope
for me, and at times I think it's best
that it should be so. When I feel the
hell that is in me, I can preach it to
others, and make them tremble, and
frighten them out of their wickedness,
perhaps."
"Do not speak so," said Mr. Al
leine. " What if you do see your
sins so heinous ; I read in God's word,
Though your sins be as scarlet, they
shall be white as snow, and though
they be red like crimson they shall be
as wool.' Only go to Him who is
able to save unto the uttermost,' and
you need not despair."
"Indeed, sir," said Trump, "I would
go. I would go to the ends of the
earth, if it was necessary, only I don't
know how."
"Don't you know how the prodigal
came back to his father ?" asked Mr.
Alleine. "He came with the confes
sion, 'Father, I have sinned against
heaven and in thy sight, and am no
more worthy to be called thy son.'
With just such a confession as that
you can go to your heavenly Father,
and you need not go far. You can
kneel here and say it. Will you do
so ?"
"0, pray for me, Mr. Alleine ; :I
can't pray," said Trump."
"But you must," said Mr. Alleine.
"Do you expect mercy without crying
for it? Kneel right here with me.'
They knelt together, and Mr. Al
leine poured out his soul in behalf of
the convicted, burdened sinner by his
side. As he closed, he turned to him,
and said, " Now, Henry, pray."
There was some charm in the sound
of his once familiar name, the name
once so sweet from a mother's lips,
that quite unmanned him. He just
sobbed out, " Father—l have sinned—
sinned against heaven—sinned, sinned,
sinned—and am not fit—" he could
say no more, but found relief in tears.
"I will see you again to-morrow,'
he said, and hastily took his departure
PREACHING AT A GAMING TABLE.
With Mr. Dunbar, the ministry of
the Gospel was not viewed as a mere
" profession." It was in his heart to
serve Christ and his fellow-creatures,
not only on the Sabbath, or, in the
pulpit, but during the week, whether
among his own people or among
strangers. By the wayside, at a casu
al visit, in the cars, or on shipboard,
he was ever the minister of Christ ;
careless of the set conventionalities of
office, and ready to do a kind deed, to
speak a sympathizing, instructive, or
warning word, as the occasion suggest
ed; and especially solicitous, in all his
intercourse with his fellow-men, to
lead them to the Saviour.
He had a rare and happy way of
giving a religious turn to conversation.
The recital of some striking incident
in his own life would often lead the
minds of his listeners to themes far
different from what they had antici
pated at the outset, and which were
calculated to make deep religious im
pressions.
Once, when going up the North
river, a sudden shower, about sunset,
drove all the passengers from the deck
into the cabin. Here they surprised a
party of gamblers around a centre
table, whither they had drawn two or
three unwary youths. After a little
pause at this interruption, they went
on shuffling their cards, when, says
one who was present, a gentleman rose
and went up to them. He looked on,
as if with interest in the game ; and
soon one of the number offered him
a seat, saying :
" Will you try a hand with us, sir ?"
"No," replied the gentleman, who I
then learned was Mr. Dunbar ; " I do
not know the name of a card. When
I was young, I had a great many games
which I enjoyed as much as you do
yours, and I now love to see all young
men happy."
He then told them of his early life
in the Highlands of Scotland, with its
wild sports, and its hairbreadth escapes,
until quite a group, beside the card
players, had gathered round him.
The young men ceased playing, and
gave him all their attention. Soon he
spoke of a time when he, grew sick of
these pleasures and was dissatisfied
with himself; when he felt that he was
at enmity with God, and that, unless
converted and reconciled to Him, he
must be eternally lost. He told them
the despair into which he fell, and of
his " fearful looking for of judgment,"
and then the manner in which Christ
revealed himself as the Way of Life,
and of the change this made in all his
prospects and pursuits for this world.
By this time the cards had all been
slipped into the pockets of the owners,
while the man of God, having gained
their ear, preached Christ to them.
Even those who, under other circum
stances, would have scoffed, now listen
ed with interest and attention, and all
treated him with the greatest respect.
The stand he thus firmly and decid
edly took commended itself to the
Christians present there. They all
gathered round him, like a family, to
talk of home and common interests.
And while the storm raged without,
they enjoyed a blessed season, speaking
of the glories of Him they loved, and
singing songs of praise to His name.—
Memoir of Rev. Duncan Dunbar.
for tf o n felts.
LETTER FROM MR. HAMMOND.
ZURICH, SWITZERLAND, Sept. 6, 1866.
MY DEAR CHILDREN :—When I last
wrote to you I was on the great At
lantic. We asked God to keep us in
safety, and He answered our prayers,
and we reached Scotland on the 11th
of August.
The little boy of whom I told you,
think, was about the happiest one
on board. I shall not forget how his
eyes sparkled for joy as he bid me
good-bye at Greenock. A kind gen
tleman, you remember I told you,
offered to pay his passage across, that
he might go home to Scotland to see
his mother. I told you that it made
me think of how willing Jesus is to
take all on board the free Gospel ship.
If you come to Him and trust in Him,
you
. will be more glad to get home to
heaven than that boy was to get to his
home in Scotland.
In Glasgow I saw some dear little
children, who had learned to love the
dear Saviour when I was there five
years ago, and 0! how glad I was to
find them still clinging to Him, and
showing by their lives that little chil
dren,. not more than six and eight
years of age, can be converted. I
was glad to find that "Little Ones in
the Fold," which I wrote for children,
had been printed in London, and that
some of these lambs had been reading
it.
While I think of it, I must tell you
that we have endeavored to keep our
promise to read one chapter of the.
Bible daily since June 4th. We are
now at Acts vi. I told you, in one of
my letters, that a good many children
in the places where I was last winter,
promised to read a chapter with me
every day till we finished the New
Testament.
We are now on our way to the
Holy Land. I did not dart to tell
you this before, for fear something
might happen to stop us. I remember,
a few years ago, when I talked of
going to Palestine, I read in a news
paper that I had gone. And I did
not want to have any mistakes of this
kind made again. But now I think
we shall get to Jerusalem in a few
weeks, where the dear Saviour suffer
ed for our sins. We expect to go by
the way of Constantinople, where our
good missionaries have been toiling so
earnestly to lead the old and young to
love the Lord Jesus. '
I hope some of you, my dear little
friends, will give your hearts to the
Saviour, and when you grow up, go
among the heathen, who have never
heard of the way of salvation, and
tell them how Jesus suffered for their
sins, that God might be just and yet
forgive them.
Jesus, just before he ascended to
heaven, said to his disciples, Go ye
into all the world and preach the Gos
pel to every creature." Now, if you
think, as I know some do who will
read this letter, that you are one of
Jesus' disciples, then this command is
to you, and you ought to be thinking
how you can best obey it. This word
"disciple" reminds me of a little story.
Dr. Hogarth, of Detroit, once asked
a class of boys in a Sunday-school, as
they came to that word in the lesson,
what it meant ? But none of them
could think of an answer for a long
time. At last, one of them brightened
up and said, "A disciple is one of
Jesus Christ's men."
That was a good answer. Can you
say that you are one of Jesus Christ's
men ? If you are, then you must obey
all of his commands. More than half
of all the people in the world have
never yet heard of Jesus and of the
way to get to heaven. But if you
cannot go away off among the heathen,
can you not find some as wicked as
them very near you ? Have you ever
gone to them and told them how much
easier they will find it to be good if
they will only come to Jesus and get
a new heart? Pray for them before
you go, and. then they will listen to
you.
We have been, this afternoon, to
see the great church in which Zuin
gle, one of the leaders of the Reform
ation, used to preach more than three
hundred years ago. When he was a
little boy, he was taught to worship
the Virgin Mary and to pray to her;
but as he grew up to be a man, he
got hold of a Bible, and then he
learned that he could go at once to
God and ask Him, for Jesus' sake, to
forgive him all his sins. He did this,
and found that Jesus had paid all the
debt, and he found that, without any
help of the Virgin Mary, God was
quite ready to forgive him, and at the
same time to give him a new heart, l i
and thus make him a Christian.
We went also to the house where
he lived the last six years of his life.
We were glad to find the lower part
of the house used for a religious book
store. We were pleased to stand on
the spot where he wept and prayed
for the ignorant Romanists, who were
ready to kill him because he wished
them to know the way to be happy
here and saved at last in heaven. To
morrow we are going by the spot
where he was killed by wicked people,
who hated him because he told the,
they could only be saved, not by the
good works, but through faith '
Christ. In the museum we saw
letter which he wrote to his wife.
Nearly all the people in this canto,
or, as you would say in America,
this State, are Protestants. Perh a ,
they would not have been, if
ingle had not given up his life a s
sacrifice to help spread the true do
trines of the Bible. Yes, he loved t,
Bible. We saw a well-worn copy
a Greek Bible, which he used to re,
and study.
This is the place, I believe, whe
Coverdale printed the first translati,
of the Bible. Before that, you kno ,
the Bible was not printed in a I
guage that children and the Comm,
people could read. It was in Lat .
Martin Luther found one chained ,
as if it was a hungry lion. But no
the Bible is read all over the Can
of Zurich.
LUZERN; September 10th, ISIA
We have to start in half an hour I
go. over some high mountains, d
tops of which are covered all
with white snow. Since I began
letter in Zurich, we have been by
place where Zuingle was killed,
we passed the grave of two or
villages, where about four hui
men, women and children were,
just a few minutes, destroyed by
side of the mountain Rossberg fall
on them, in September, 1806.
were told that it was not safe to
there, but they did not mind
was said to them, and so they all
ished. They had lived there so
without being hurt, that they the
they could stay all their lives wit
harm ; but in an hour when
thought not, a part of the mon'
slid down on them, and the
rocks crushed them to death.
God tells us that the wicked in
world will all one day be destrc
You can read about it in 2 Pel
But if you are Christians and
love the Saviour, you will not
afraid in that day which will he
dreadful to sinners. But death
come at any moment ; are you r€
for it ? Are you sure you would
at once to heaven? If not, do not,
till you ask Jesus to make you
own dear child.
I have not time now to tell
about our going to . the top of
Rhigi. It is about a mile high,
near us were mountains that
always covered with snow. I t
they must be two miles up in th
Perhaps another time I will tell
about them.
With much love,
Your affectionate friend.
E. P. T-T Ammo)
BREAD AND MILK
The incident I am about to rela,
received from the lips of the prig
actor when he was a venerable
most interesting gentleman. I:
story of his wayward boyhood,
he loved. to tell because it rell,
honor on a mother whom he deli ,
to honor.
One morning Johnny (for that
his real name) came to the breu
table and boldly said he would no
bread and milk that morning.
" Very well, Johnny," answers
mother, quietly and without r 4
her voice, " I'll set it on this
shelf. You can run to school. -
This run consisted of a long
of road and then a long tramp tin
a wood, which- gave Johnny
time to call up all his spunk al
strengthen his determination Et(
give in.
Accordingly, on his return, he
all ready to assert the dignity of
hood, and when he drew up to tl
ble and saw the bowl of bread
milk set hefore him, he felt ner
any desperate course, and clecil
die rather than eat it.
"Very well, Johnny," was the
ther's calm remark. "I'll set :
the high shelf until you want it.
a decided wave of her hand sent
from the table, and in due time
bidden, by an authority which he
not resist, to run off to school
That run was not as spirited
morning run had been. He
" dreadful hollow," and felt no
for his usual sport of preteraih
be chased by a bear, climbing, in
cied terror, a tree, running out 0 11
horizontal branches and droppil
the ground, only to gain another
and accomplish the same feat of
terity.
On the contrary, he felt a little
giving up, as he knew his mother.
would, and admitted to himself
he should be glad of that bol
bread and milk ; and when he
dragging home at night, and the
was lifted down from the high
without a word of threatening or
proach, he pretty well understoo d
force of calm and persistent auth°
Feeling well assured that he
never eat anything else until he ,
swallowed that oft resented and 01
fused bread and milk, he jot to )
as quietly as it was offered and
And after that he said he laev'.,
his will in defiance of his nigthef i. ,;
saw the tears of fond and appre''
love gather in his eyes as /le,
" My mother was a woman el
ju ma d d g e m m en,
e t o a b n I
eyd
her.
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