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BUYING A BROKEN TUUBLER.
Three Fawns, carrying in his hand the broken tumbler. At the door he met the landlord, who had been out.
Good evening, Saul. Where are you going to, man?'
Home,' said Saul.
Home, nonsense!' said the landlord. “It isn't nine o'clock yet-you've been in no time at all, man. What's the matter?'
'I'd better not speak any more in this house, for my word isn't believed.'
"Sally,' said the landlord of the Three Fawns, turning a look of annoyance on his buxom partner behind the bar, 'what have you been quarrelling with Mr. Hobson about?'
• Nothing, Mr. Hart; he's broken a glass and had to pay for it; that's all.'
' I didn't break it,' said Saul.
““ Had to pay for it ?” Give him back the money this moment. Is this bow you manage my business when my
back is turned ? Don't you know better, Sally, than to treat an old friend and a good customer in such a way? What's the price of a tumbler? Come back, Saul, and forget all about her folly,' urged the landlord.
'No, thank you,' said Saul, not smiling, nor yielding in the slightest degree to Mr. Hart's good-nature and blandishment. 'I shall keep my word and go home.'
So saying he left the house.
•You 're a beauty to quarrel with Saul Hobson,' said the landlord angrily to his wife; and there ensued a war of words between the pair which we need not chronicle here.
• There's no sense in your being so savage, Mr. Hart,' said the wife among her other speeches ; that man will be back in a few nights at furthest as sure as my name is Sarah Hart.'
Saul Hobson took his way to the desolate, barely furnished room he called his home. His wife looked up in surprise when she saw him enter. With dry humour that she hardly appreciated, he set the broken tumbler on the table and said,
There, Fan ; what do you think of that as a bargain for fourpence'
* Fourpence, Saul !' she answered in grave earnest; ‘it would be dear at a ha'penny. What on earth did you buy a broken tumbler for?' and she glanced around at the contents of the room, of which certainly quite a large portion was unsound.
Saul followed his wife's glance with a bitter smile upon his lips.
*Yes, Fanny; so the tumbler will match.'
Wondering alike at the comparative sobriety and the strangeness of his tone, the discreet wife ventured no further remark.
Have you got no supper for your husband, Fan?' he next asked.
'I've a bit of bread, Saul; there's nothing else in the house.'
He laughed bitterly.
"Well, I don't blame you for that. Is it too late to buy a pound of bacon? There is fire enough to fry it, more 's the wonder. There's a shilling, Fanny; perhaps you would not dislike a cup of tea ??
. Oh, thank you, Saul.'
Fanny Hobson was hungry and tired and the prospect was inviting. She slipped out readily, wondering and excited. She soon returned with the bacon and an ounce of tea. It was quite wonderful the alacrity with which, thus encouraged, she bustled about to make the place comfortable. The warm, savoury smell and the noise of the frying bacon, as it fizzled and hissed in the pan, reached the children in their bed on the floor in a little recess of the room, and they called out-,
• What is it, mother who's frying ?'
Mother is,' answered Saul Hobson ; ' and if you are good and quiet you shall have a taste.'
Awe-struck at their father's voice, the children were like mice for the next few minutes, save a whispered comment or two on the prospect before them.
It was a sight to behold that family half an hour later-the
poor little wan, half-fed, scantily attired children gathered around their parents' knees and eating ravenously of the bread and bacon, with an occasional sip of warm tea from the basin which their father used or the cracked tea-cup of their mother. When they went back to bed, warm and contented, there was a whisper among them, and then uprose in tremulous tones-a little out of tune, but in tune with the angels' music-simple words of thanks.
Saul Hobson's eyes grew moist with blessed tears and he was silent for some time. Then he raised the broken glass in his hand and flung it over the fireplace, where it fell in a dozen pieces.
• There, Fanny,' he said ; 'there 's my last glass at the Three Fawng-that's the last glass of liquor I shall ever drink.'
Eight years have passed away-eight happy years for Saul and Fanny Hobson. Slowly but surely the work of reformation has been carried on in that once miserable family. Almost the first act of its head when he had recovered all his pledged articles from the pawnshop was to remove to a tidier quarter of the town and engage two rooms. Being an able workman he soon received an advance in his wages, and then his master discovered that he could depend on his punctual attendance; and Saul began to save. He had ideas of bettering his condition formed in his sober brain, which in his drink-loving days could not find room there. And now, with a small capital carefully and prudently accumulated year by year, he has just gone into a business as a master tradesman with a light heart, a clear conscience, and a happy home.
VURTUE OF SILENC
VIRTUE OF SILENCE.
Dutchman who lived a few years at Cambridge,
where he was a professor of divinity and of Greek. ONE day John Wesley remarked to No doubt young Tyndale learnt many a good lesson Dr. Adam Clarke: As I was walking
from the amiable Erasmus, and his teacher, himself, through St. Paul's Churchyard I ob- and his companions had many interesting talks about
served two women standing opposite the ignorance of the people, who did not know God's to one another. One was speaking and gesticulating word; and perhaps sometimes they spoke about violently, while the other stood perfectly still and in translating that word into the English language and silence. Just as I came up and was about to pass
letting their countrymen read it. But they knew them the virago, clenching her fist and stamping her they would meet with great opposition and bitter foot at her imperturbable neighbour, exclaimed: persecution if they made the attempt. “Speak, wretch, that I may have something to say.”
Erasmus was not made of the stuff that martyrs Adam,' said Wesley, that was a lesson to me;
are made of, and made it known that he would not silence is often the best answer to abuse.'
die for the truth; but some of Tyndale's other companions were of quite a different spirit. Look at the picture, and
will see that one of them is young KNOWLEDGE AND LOVE.
Thomas Cranmer, only a student at the time, but
destined to make a stir in the world and to die a mar. ATHER,' asked the son of Bishop tyr's death: he became Archbishop of Canterbury. Berkeley, 'what is the meaning of the
He zealously promoted the reformation and he helped words cherubim and seraphim which
to get the Bible translated and read in the churches. we meet with in the holy Scriptures?'
Mary, a queen of horrible memory, sent him a Cherubim,' replied his father, is a Hebrew prisoner to the Tower. He endured great hardships. word signifying knowledge; seraphim is another
He made a great mistake in signing his abjuration of word of the same language, and signifies flame:
the Protestant faith on promise of life, but he soon whence it is supposed that the cherubim are angels repented. This enraged the Roman Catholics, and who excel in knowledge and that the seraphim are
they dragged him to the stake opposite Balliol angels likewise who excel in loving God.'
College and there burnt him to death. 'I hope, then,' said the little boy, 'when I die I
Look at the picture again, and you see another shall be a seraph ; for I would rather love God than
of Tyndale's companions, who afterwards joined the know all things.'
• noble army of martyrs'-good, rare Hugh Latimer He was a young man when he was with this 'goodly
company' in the Cambridge quadrangle, but he TRUE SAFETY.
became a great man, an ardent reformer, lover of the
Lord, a foe to popery; and when he and Ridley were BOUT the beginning of this century burnt at the same stake in 1555, after he had com.
when an invasion of England by Napoleon | mended his soul to God, Latimer cheered his fellow Buonaparte was much talked of and sufferer by saying, “We shall this day light such a
dreaded, a pious governess and her candle, by God's grace, in England as I trust shall pupils were conversing on the subject. The young never be put out!' And they did; and we must keep people told what places of concealment they had it lighted. thought of if the enemy were to effect a lodgment There is also among these companions of Tyndale, in their neighbourhood. After each had spoken one Gardiner, a learned college tutor. The other of the little girl inquired of her instructress : “And where group is Bilney, a youth, and was of gentle and would your refuge be, Mrs. C' With a look | loving spirit, of earnest purpose, and of determinaof calm confidence and joyful resignation the lady tion. He wrote many beautiful letters, so that people replied : 'My refuge would be in my
know much of him. He was born in the dark. ness before the reformation. He sought ease and
quiet of soul in penances and priestly pardons, but WILLIAM TYNDALE.
all in vain, as such search always is. He was greatly
troubled, very anxious about his soul's safety, but, he No. II.
says, he had heard speak of Jesus,' and forthwith he WILLIAM TYNDALE AND HIS COLLEGE FRIENDS.
knew in himself that he was healed and saved. Bilney
won many to the Saviour and to the love of the word ILLIAM TYNDALE was sent to the of God. University of Oxford when he was a mere So these young men-Cranmer, Gardiner, Latimer, boy: he stayed there some years and and Bilney-were among the chosen companions and
took his degree. But he also went to the friends of young William Tyndale at Cambridge. University of Cambridge, attracted thither, very likely, by Erasmus the reformer, an illustrious
HAYMAN BROTHERS & LILLY, HATTON HOUS), FARRINGDON ROAD, B,C,
William Tyndale and bis College Friends.
See p. 15.
LOST AND TIRED.-GINGER, THE WORKHOUSE BOY.
LOST AND TIRED.
listened with eyes wide open in astonishment.
Could all this strange story be true? Was it possible ITTLE Marjorie went too far from home;
that the great God who made the world, and who walked down one lane and turned up
lived in His beautiful home, which the gentleman another, and played in a field all alone;
had told them about, had such love to poor, desolate and then when she wished to go home
little boys like himself that He asked them to come she could not find the way. She tried hard to unto Me' and longed for them to grow fit to dwell remember how she had come, but could not. There
in His own great house ? was no one near to help her. She cried much and And Ginger stored away in his memory all that was very sorrowful, and then sat down to think, and wonderful though simple story and took for his soon fell asleep. But if Marjorie could see no one,
life's motto, 'God is love.' some One saw Marjorie. The good God in heaven A year later Ginger had grown taller and had watched over the little child and guided her brother
learni many lessons, but still he had not forgotten in his search for her to the very place where she was,
the story he had heard on that first Sunday afterand he took her safely home. But little girls should
noon, though now the grass had grown green over learn from Marjorie's trouble that they should not
the grave of the young disciple of the Master whose ramble away from home and friends, or they may
glad testimony had led little Ginger's aimless foot. get lost and give trouble; and they should always
steps into the way that leads to the Celestial City,
where he himself had entered so soon. remember that God sees them and loves them.
And when Ginger can perform any act of kind. ness for the God of love he does it with willing feet,
and the workhouse boy is happy as the day is long. GINGER, THE WORKHOUSE BOY.
'Get your hat, Marion, and take a walk by the E was a little workbouse boy, and his riverside; it will do you good after your long morn.. name was Ginger.
ing at work.' He had a dull, wretched face on the So Marion Elton laid aside her needlework and,
day that he was first taken to the union, obeying the wish of her invalid mother, passed out and his red hair was long and dirty ; but in a week's into the fresh air of a late October day. time he had grown accustomed to the enforced clean- She passed through the quiet town and soon gained liness of his person and surroundings, and the look the riverside. How dark and slow its waters appeared of misery began to fade from his young face.
beneath the heavy sky! how dreary the fields looked His drunken father and weary mother both now without their waving crops ! slept in a pauper's grave, and Ginger was beginning So with a sad heart Marion paces slowly along, life's battle on his own account under workhouse beneath the bare alder branches, and the chill of government.
the autumn day steals into her very heart; and with It was on a Saturday that Ginger first entered a soul full of weariness she begins to go over the the old redbrick house that had once been a gentle. list of her losses. man's mansion, but was now converted into the 'poor- In the spring when the leaves were green she house of Letford. And very grand it seemed to had taken this familiar path by the river, leaning him, with its solemn trees and neat approach up the upon her lover's arm, and they had talked of the long gravel path, after the dirty room in the little Christian home they hoped to share together ere the. court of All Hallows' Lane, where his miserable home autumn leaves fell. had been.
But she stood upon the yellow leaves alone His clean bed and breakfast in the midst of so while his fect trod the streets of gold in the city many children and the morning service in the chapel of God; while all that remained to her of the posses. filled his mind with wonder, and after a dinner of sions of the past was his dear name cut upon the roast meat-unheard of luxury to Ginger-he was sit- headstone in the cemetery, away there in the disting apart on a form, in the large whitewashed room, tance, where the outline of the workhouse broke the going over all the strange things he had seen that day. sky line behind the cedars. His meditation was ended by the entrance of a young Surely God has forgotten me,' she cried. The man, whose appearance was the signal for all the trees are bare, the birds have hushed their song, and children to crowd round and, with eager faces, settle there is not a flower left to remind me of my happithemselves for the expected story from thcir Sunday ness, and in her desolation she turned her tearless visitor.
face homewards. And so it came about that little Ginger, with his Marion had not gone far when she heard the lonely heart, for the first time in his life heard the quick fall of hurrying footsteps, and then a child's old story of Jesus and His love from one whose lips voice askingwere eloquent with love to his divine Master.
have these?' Ginger, away at the back of the other children, Marion stopped, and to her surprise saw a work.
* Please, miss,