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any furniture. But oh, the roses outside the drawn to come near to Him, and the sick cottages ! They grow all over the gardens, knew well that He would give them a healing they climb up the cottage walls, they peep in touch. People did not know why they felt at the windows, they clamber over the so, but so they did. The rose needs only to porches, they kiss you as you stoop to enter live, and by its sweet scent you feel and the doors, they run up and cover the thatch, know that it is there. So Jesus was known; —there are roses in germ, roses in bud, roses and those who know Him now feel that the in full bloom, they are here and there and breath of God is in Him, and the light of everywhere, and though so beautiful, they heaven around Him; and they call Him grow just like the commonest and plainest still the Rose of Sharon. Make that sweet plant. Every breeze that blows gets sweeter Saviour your daily friend. as it passes them, on its merry way to the fields. It seems as if God wanted to make up to these poor cottagers for man's neglect.
THIRD EVENING. Well, and what of all these rose-trees ?
Opening Hymn: “I think, when I read that sweet story of Why, they remind us of Him who gladdens old. Lesson: Matt. xiii. 31-46. Concluding Hymn: the homes of the very poorest, and, sharing
"Glory to Thee, my God, this night.” humble toil, makes it sweet and holy. Why Last Sunday evening we were thinking of think you was Jesus born in a stable, and the rose; to-night we will take another had only a cattle-manger for his cradle? flower, the lily or the valley, and see what it Why was His home not the palace of a king, can tell us of Jesus. but a peasant's cottage? Why did He do The lily is found after search. Any one the work of a common carpenter, and choose can see a rosebush, even in the winter, though His daily friends from amongst the fisher- it has neither blossoms nor leaves. But the lily men ? Don't you think that He did all this dies down in the autumn, and when its dead because He wanted to show that there is no leaves are cleared away, nothing is left to tell home too humble for Him to enter, and no you where it lies buried. forget where heart too small for Him to come into. He it is, though you pass it by every day, and will very gladly come into yours if only you dig around it, and plant other flowers above will let Him. Roses will grow in common it. Still it is there, hidden, but real and soil, and will beautify the poorest cottage. living. When the Son of God came to So will Jesus make your life bright with joy, earth there was very little to direct the beautiful with holiness.
world's attention to Him. He might have There is one thing more I should like to bidden the angels sound their trumpets till say about the rose. It is unlike many flowers the very earth was shaken ; He might have in this, it is both fragrant and beautiful. ascended the throne of an earthly king, and This is why it keeps its place in our gardens compelled people to obey Him.
But, inin spite of all changes in fashion. Some stead of this, He lived so quietly that those flowers, like lavender, smell sweet, but they who lived in the same town thought he was are not beautiful, and some, like the dog- only a carpenter's son; and even when violet, are very beautiful, but have no scent His ministry began, He fulfilled Isaiah's at all. Our gardeners try to please the word, “He shall not cause His voice to be sight more than the smell, and I have been heard in the streets.” People had to seck in gardens where there are scarcely any fra- Jesus if they really wanted Him, and ever grant flowers at all. All the beds are of since then He has said of Himself, " they beautiful shape, and colours are prettily that seek me early shall find me.” arranged; but the whole garden reminds me Then, too, when we think of the way in more of a Chinese puzzle than of a beautiful which Jesus received those who came to paradise. But the rose is fragrant as well as Him, He is better represented by the lily than lovely, and so is a good emblem of the spirit by the rose, for He never repelled any one. of Jesus, which is sweet as well as beautiful, There is no rose without a thorn, and when pleasant as well as holy. There was about you have tried to gather one hastily you have the Lord Jesus a sweet influence which had a prick, or a scratch. But when you see people loved to feel : He was so devout a thick bed of lilies you may push your hand that the careless felt reverent when near in amongst the cool bright leaves fearlessly, Him; He was so patient that His disciples for they are so gentle that they yield to your did not fear to tell Him their mistakes touch, as you gather their fragrant flowers. and faults; He was so gentle and loving What a good thing it would be if every one that despised and despairing sinners were were as gracious as Jesus! He never treats
people unkindly, even those who are unkind neighbour. He settles down on any flower if to Him. His love is greater than that there is honey in it, however hard it is to get of the father whose daughter had sinned at it. The butterfly passes by that sort of so sadly that she thought he never could flower, but the bee opens it, pushes his way forgive her: but when at last he knew where down into it, creeps on till he is buried in she was, he sent one line of love to her the flower. At last, out he comes into the which contained these three words : “ ready to sunshine laden with plenty of honey. Now, forgive;” that was all, but it was enough to when we are hearing sweet stories about soften her heart, to make her sorry for her Jesus and enjoying them we are like the sin, and to bring her home, like the prodigal, butterfly in the gardens, but when we try to from the far country. Jesus says this, and do what Jesus wants us, when we are trying does something more besides. He seeks us; very hard, then we are like the busy little He comes Himself, in order to save that bee. Listening to what is read or said to which is lost. And when you feel that He is you on Sunday evenings is all pleasure and calling you and touching you by His love- no trouble ; but if you wish really to get when you earnestly wish to be better, daily good and be good that is trouble—but it better than you are, remember that then you will bring you sweetness too. are His, for He has said, “ My sheep hear Think, then, of Jesus, and try so to take my voice.” Once two men quarrelled about him to your heart that you may feel that a sheep, and they came before a magistrate He is your Saviour and your Lord. When somewhere that he might decide to whom it you gather a single lily, you can say: “This belonged. The case was opened by counsel, flower is mine," and so you may have Jesus witnesses spoke on one side and then on the for yours. He is like a rose and like a lily; other, and no one knew how the question you may have Him for yourself and say, would be settled. But the judge was a “He is my Lord and my God." shrewd man, and knew the habits of shepherds, so he said to one of the officers, “Bring the sheep in.” How the people did
FOURTH EVENING. smile to see a sheep brought into the
Opening Hymn: "Jesus, high in glory.” court ! They wondered what was coming xi: 25.–30, Concluding Hymn : "Glory to Thee, my God,
this night.” next. “Now," said the judge to one of the men, “call the sheep." He tried, but the I once saw a very aged scholar trying to sheep did not know his voice, and would not learn to write, and, poor old man ! though he move an inch. The other man was wait- tried hard, he could not get on at all. Slowly ing in the next room, and when he made taking his seat, he held the pen in his hard, his call, away the sheep bounded to its stiff hand, and then turning the copy-book master. Then said the judge, “ The sheep is aslant-as, you know, young writers are told his.” Now, if you want to know whether not to do-he squared his elbows, put his you are amongst the lambs of Christ's flock, head down close to the desk, and at last just see to whom you go when on the one began. He tried so very hard to form the side sin calls you to disobedience, impurity, letters that the perspiration stood in beads or untruth, and on the other side Jesus calls on his forehead, but somehow the pen would you away from these things to be good. The not go straight, and the blots and smudges call to you to be good is always the voice of would come, until, in despair, he looked up Jesus.
from his work with a sigh, and said—“I Before we finish our talk, let me ask you s'pose I be too old to larn!” It was a great not be content with hearing about Jesus pity that it was so, but he was quite right. but to think of Him. Let us fancy that He ought to have begun to learn when he there are two insects in a flower-garden. was young; and it is easier to learn anything One is a gorgeously beautiful insect, and flies when we are young, than it is when we are from flower to flower, every now and then old. When Jesus says to us, “ Learn of me,” stopping on one to sip. a little sweet nectar He hopes that boys and girls will be the from it, but only when the nectar is very easy most ready to do what He asks and become
That insect is called a butterfly. His disciples; for it is young people who find But there is another insect-in the same more than others do that the Christian yoke garden. He is not so handsome-looking, is an easy yoke, and the Christian burden a and does not show so much, for his colours light one. are rather dull; but he gets far more sweet Well, then, you must know that children, things from the flowers than his more showy like everybody else, know very little unless
they are taught. The lamb that frisks in the what He knew they would like Him to do if meadow, and the kitten that plays with a they were there to see, just as well as what reel in the parlour, can do a great deal more they had told him to do before they went for themselves than the baby can. He can
away. I will show you what I mean by this. not even reach what he wants, until he has Once a little boy went out to a party at the tried ever so many times, and I dare say you house of a very kind lady; but though she have laughed to see him solemnly put out was very kind, she unwisely offered wine to his hand only to miss the very thing he the children. Arthur remembered that his meant to touch. He cannot even walk with papa once forbade him to take any;
but that out teaching. And when children are old was a long time ago; and all the other chilenough to run out into the woods, where they dren were having some, Why should not he? see pretty berries in the hedges and on the It would look peculiar if he said No, perhaps bushes-crimson, purple, and gold, they are it would not be polite ; and it was not likely quite likely to gather those which are poison- that on reaching home he would be asked if ous, unless they have been taught which the he had taken any. Just as these thoughts poisonous ones are, and have been told that came into his mind, the lady again said, "Do poisonous things will make them ill, and per- take it, dear, it is very nice!" Arthur's colour haps kill them. Even the clever big brother, came and went, for he was fighting with who thinks he knows everything, when he temptation. He did not know what to do. first goes for a walk across the peaty moor- Then he said, “Thank you, I think papa land, will have to trust some one older and would rather I did not have any; so I should knowing more than himself, or else when he not like it.” The brave boy obeyed one out of little thinks what he is doing he will perhaps sight. He did not say to himself, “Oh, papa put his foot on a tuft of pretty grass and sink did not say I was not to have any now." He lower and lower down into a deep black bog. did what he thought his father would have We have always to be learning, learning, or wished had his father been there. And that we are sure to make mistakes and to get into is just the sort of obedience Jesus likes to trouble.
see, and which He will teach every one who And so
we need to learn the way to learns of Him. heaven. There is far more danger of making Jesus wishes also to give you gentleness. a mistake in choosing between what is good This lesson is perhaps harder for boys to and what is bad in life—between the right learn than for girls. When two boys are and the wrong around us, than there is of quarrelling and somebody interferes, the one making mistakes among the pretty-looking who can say, " Please, sir, he hit me first," berries in the wood. What looks nice is thinks he has made a sufficient excuse for not always good. There are many people, his part in the quarrel. It may be that too, who will try to teach us who themselves others gather round these two, and when they don't know; for they themselves have never see their flushed faces and clenched fists, learnt. So we are glad that Jesus, whom we they applaud and think it is very noble and can trust, and who knows everything about grand to stand up for one's self. But what us and about life and about heaven, says to does the Bible say? “He that ruleth his each of us, “Learn of Me.”
spirit is greater than he that taketh a city.” The way to learn of Jesus is to think of Perhaps you cannot prevent angry feelings, Him every day, and to feel that He is with but you can prevent them being the master us always and everywhere. If we are every of you. Robert Hall was naturally a pasday with some friend, we learn more of him sionate man, and sometimes spoke hard and than we learn of a friend who is only with bitter words, for which he was afterwards us sometimes, and we are certain to become very sorry. One day when he had thus more like him; and if, as children, you are spoken, he rose and went into a corner of daily thinking of Jesus, you will easily and the room to be, as he thought, alone for a naturally learn of Him. One of the first moment; but a lady overheard him, and, things He will teach you is obedience. When what is more, God heard him whispering this He was Himself twelve years old—it is said earnest prayer, “ O Lamb of God! O Lamb of Him that He was subject” unto his of God! calm my angry spirit.” Robert Hall parents. He did not need to be coaxed, or was then taking the yoke of Jesus and learnscolded, but He obeyed his father and mother ing of Him. and did so with cheerfulness. When they were If you learn of Jesus you will be truthful. away, He did what would please them just It is said of Him, “ He did no sin, neither as much as if they were present, and did was guile (that is, deceit) found in his
mouth.” He never said what was not true; board, so that you may not forget it.” As even though he knew that if he did, He he wrote, all watched. Suddenly Harry cried would save Himself from being put to death out, “ Oh! I didn't say so, I said e, not i,'' on the cross. If you are like Jesus you will and, without another word from anybody, he never try to get anything by falsehood or went at once down again to the lowest place dishonesty. Here is a story of a brave child in the class. He had too true a heart to who had learnt truthfulness of Jesus. He take credit when he did not really deserve had been put at the bottom of his class at it. If he had not learnt of Jesus, he would school, because he was the youngest scholar have said nothing, and no one would have in it. A question as to the spelling of a thought he had made a mistake ; but, because word was put to the boy at the top of the he was a little Christian, it would have made class, which he failed to answer; so the same him miserable to do what the Truthful question was put to the next boy, and to the Teacher hated. Jesus only whispered to him, next, without getting answered ; at length it, but he obeyed. When he whispers to you, came down to the boy I am telling you may you be ready to do as this brave little about, whose name was Harry, and Harry fellow did, just what He tells you, whatever answered rightly—at least the teacher and be the pain. every one else thought so, and
up he marched [Note.-We are sorry that we are obliged to omit the fifth past all the bigger boys to stand delighted at Sunday Evening from this number of the magazine. But do the head of the class. Then the teacher that the July part is in the booksellers' hands before the last said, “I will write the word on the black Sunday in June, and the omitted Evening shall be sure to
appear in that.-Ed.]
A Story for the Young.
'Where's the change?” said Dick, as he
took the bottle from his brother, POOR little Dick! On the morning after “What change?" asked Alfred dreamily.
he found Alfred and Mary at the public “The change for the shilling! Alfred, house door, Mary woke with a terrible cold. what have you done with the money?" cried She was so ill that he gave Alfred money Dick severely. and sent him to buy some medicine for her. "Well, Dick,” said Alfred beginning to The day was cold, and Alfred had had no cry, “I couldn't help it, it was so cold." breakfast. He had to pass The King's Arms “You've been to The King's Arms," cried on his way to the apothecary's. For a moment Dick angrily. he glanced in at the bright fire, and the hot “No-o," stammered Alfred. water that stood on the table. Having once " Alfred, you are telling a lie,” said Dick felt the soothing influence of drink, the crave in a very low voice. for it became, on this occasion, very intense, “ I'm not,” whimpered Alfred. But the little hungry boy shut his eyes and “You know you are," cried his brother, bravely hurried past. At that moment a his voice almost choked between rage and great deluge of rain swept against him, chill- sorrow. “You have broken your word and ing him to the bone. He looked at the told a lie! Oh, Alfred, how could you ?" money in his hand. Surely a shilling was And Dick looked at him with a strange terror too much to waste on medicine.
in his beautiful eyes. "I'll only buy one glass," said he, as he “I won't stay here and be called a liar," shrank into the public-house. He ordered cried Alfred, his brain excited by intoxihis glass, and crouched over the fire. When cation. “I'll go away and work for mythe spirit was brought he drank it off. self.”
“Now you must turn out,” said the land Without another word he left the garret lady; and poor, miserable little Alfred reeled and the house, and sped away. out into the street. Of course he was un Dick hardly understood his brother's words. accustomed to drink, and in his weak state it He never thought of Alfred's going away and went to his head. In a sort of stupor he not coming back. He administered the bought the medicine and staggered home. medicine to Mary, watched his father, and