Chapter XVII: Preface (6)

"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little maid replied,
"Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.

"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchiefs there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit
And sing a song to them.

"And often after sunset, sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer
And eat my supper there.

"The first that died was sister Jane;
In bed she moaning lay
Till God released her from her pain;
And then she went away.

"So in the churchyard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and 1.

"And when the ground was white with snow,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side." {456}

"How many are you then," said I,
"If there are two in heaven?"
Quick was the little maid's reply,
"O master! We are seven."

"But they are dead: those two are dead;
Their spirits are in heaven!"
'T was throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!"
--_William Wordsworth_.

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JESUS IN THE TEMPLE
By William Holman Hunt (1827-1910)

One of the famous English school of so called pre-Raphaelite
painters. This picture, "Jesus in the Temple," is one of his most
celebrated paintings
[End illustration]

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CHILDREN

Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.

Ye open the eastern windows,
That look toward the sun,
Where thoughts are singing swallows
And the brooks of morning run.

In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of autumn
And the first fall of the snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.

What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood,--

That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below. {460}

Come to me, O ye children!
And whisper in my ear
What the birds and the winds are singing
In your sunny atmosphere.

For what are all our contrivings,
And the wisdom of our books,
When compared with your caresses,
And the gladness of your looks?

Ye are better than all the ballads
That ever were sung or said;
For ye are living poems,
And all the rest are dead.
--_Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_.

By permission of Houghton. Mifflin & Co.

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ONE BY ONE

One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall;
Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all.

One by one thy duties wait thee,
Let thy whole strength go to each;
Let no future dreams elate thee,
Learn thou first what these can teach.

One by one (bright gifts from heaven)
Joys are sent thee here below;
Take them readily when given,--
Ready, too, to let them go.

One by one thy griefs shall meet thee,
Do not fear an armed band;
One will fade as others greet thee--
Shadows passing through the land.

Do not look at life's long sorrow;
See how small each moment's pain;
God will help thee for to-morrow;
So each day begin again.

Every hour, that fleets so slowly,
Has its task to do or bear;
Luminous the crown and holy,
When each gem is set with care. {462}

Do not linger with regretting,
Or for passing hours despond;
Nor, the daily toil forgetting,
Look too eagerly beyond.

Hours are golden links, God's token,
Reaching heaven; but one by one
Take them, lest the chain be broken,
Ere the pilgrimage be done.
--_Adelaide Ann Procter_.

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TO-DAY AND TO-MORROW

If Fortune, with a smiling face,
Strew roses in our way,
When shall we stoop to pick them up?--
To-day, my friend, to-day.
But should she frown with face of care
And talk of coming sorrow,
When shall we grieve, if grieve we must?--
To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.

If those who've wronged us own their faults
And kindly pity pray,
When shall we listen and forgive?--
To-day, my friend, to-day.
But if stern Justice urge rebuke,
And warmth from memory borrow,
When shall we chide, if chide we dare?--
To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.

For virtuous acts and harmless joys
The minutes will not stay;
We've always time to welcome them
To-day, my friend, to-day.
But care, resentment, angry words,
And unavailing sorrow,
Come far too soon, if they appear
To-morrow, friend, to-morrow.

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STILL WITH THEE

Still, still with Thee, my God,
I would desire to be,
By day, by night, at home, abroad,
I would be still with Thee.

With Thee when dawn comes in,
And calls me back to care,
Each day returning to begin
With Thee, my God, in prayer.

With Thee amid the crowd
That throngs the busy mart,
To hear Thy voice, 'mid clamor loud,
Speak softly to my heart.

With Thee when day is done,
And evening calms the mind;
The setting, as the rising, sun
With Thee my heart would find.

With Thee when darkness brings
The signal of repose,
Calm in the shadow of Thy wings
Mine eyelids I would close.

With Thee, in Thee, by faith
Abiding I would be;
By day, by night, in life, in death,
I would be still with Thee.
--_James Drummond Burns_.

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THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD
By William Holman Hunt (1827-1910)

The original of this famous picture is owned by Keble College,
Oxford, and is hung in a small room adjoining the chapel.

"The legend beneath it is the beautiful verse--'Behold I stand at the
door and knock. If any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will
come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.' REV. iii.
26. On the left-hand side of the picture is seen this door of the
human soul. It is fast barred; its bars and nails are rusty; it is
knitted and bound to its stanchions by creeping tendrils of ivy,
shewing that it has never been opened. A bat hovers about it; its
threshold is overgrown with brambles, nettles, and fruitless
corn,--the wild grass, 'whereof the mower filleth not his hand, nor
he that bindeth the sheaves his bosom.' Christ approaches it in the
night-time,--Christ, in his everlasting offices, of Prophet, Priest,
and King. He wears the white robe, representing the power of the
Spirit upon him; the jeweled robe and breastplate, representing the
sacerdotal investiture; the rayed crown of gold, inwoven with the
crown of thorns; not dead thorns, but now bearing soft leaves, for
the healing of the nations.

"Now, when Christ enters any human heart, he bears with him a
twofold light: first, the light of conscience, which displays past
sin, and afterwards the light of peace, the hope of salvation. The
lantern, carried in Christ's left hand, is this light of conscience.
Its fire is red and fierce; it falls only on the closed door, on the
weeds which encumber it, and on an apple shaken from one of the
trees of the orchard, thus marking that the entire awakening of
the conscience is not merely to committed, but to hereditary guilt.

"The light is suspended by a chain wrapt about the wrist of the
figure, shewing that the light which reveals sin appears to the
sinner also to chain the hand of Christ. The light which proceeds
from the head of the figure, on the contrary, is that of the hope of
salvation; it springs from the crown of thorns, and, though itself
sad, subdued, and full of softness, is yet so powerful that it
entirely melts into the glow of it the forms of the leaves and
boughs, which it crosses, shewing that every earthly object must be
hidden by this light, where its sphere extends."--_Ruskin, "Arrows of
the Chace._"
[End illustration]

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LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT

Lead, kindly Light, amid th' encircling gloom,
Lead Thou me on;
The night is dark and I am far from home,
Lead Thou me on;
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou
Should'st lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and spite of fears
Pride ruled my will; remember not past years.

So long Thy power has blest me, sure it still
Will lead me on
O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!
--_John Henry Newman_.

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NOW THE DAY IS OVER

Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal along the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep;
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose:
With Thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.

Grant to little children
Visions bright of Thee;
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer
Watching late in pain;
Those who plan some evil
From their sin restrain.

Through the long night watches
May Thine angels spread
Their white wings above me,
Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,
Then may I arise,
Pure, and fresh, and sinless
In Thy holy eyes.
--_S. Baring-Gould_.

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THE LITTLE MOTHER
By Ferruzzi
[End illustration]

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A FAREWELL

My fairest child, I have no song to give you,
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray,
Yet ere we part, one lesson I can leave you,
For every day.

Be good, sweet child, and let who will be clever;
Do noble things, not dream them all day long,
And make life, death, and that vast forever,
One grand, sweet song.
--_Charles Kingsley_.

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GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING

A fair little girl sat under a tree
Sewing as long as her eyes could see;
Then smoothed her work and folded it right,
And said, "Dear work, good night, good night!"

Such a number of rooks came over her head
Crying "Caw, caw!" on their way to bed;
She said, as she watched their curious flight,
"Little black things, good night, good night!"

The horses neighed and the oxen lowed;
The sheep's "Bleat, bleat!" came over the road,
All seeming to say, with a quiet delight,
"Good little girl, good night, good night!"

She did not say to the sun "Good night!"
Though she saw him there like a ball of light;
For she knew that he had God's own time to keep
All over the world, and never could sleep.

The tall pink foxglove bowed his head,
The violets curtsied and went to bed;
And good little Lucy tied up her hair,
And said, on her knees, her favorite prayer.

And while on her pillow she softly lay,
She knew nothing more till again it was day,
And all things said to the beautiful sun,
"Good morning, good morning! our work is begun!"
--_Lord Houghton_.

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CHRISTMAS BELLS
By Edwin Howland Blashfield (1848- )

"It is the calm and solemn night!
A thousand bells ring out, and throw
Their joyous peals abroad, and smite
The darkness, charmed and holy now!
The night that erst no name had worn,
To it a happy name is given;
For in that stable lay new born,
The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven,
In the solemn midnight
Centuries ago!"
--_Alfred Domett_
[End illustration]

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NEW YEAR'S EVE

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new;
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
--_Alfred Tennyson_.

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ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountains,
The river running by,
The morning and the sunset
That lighteth up the sky.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them everyone.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty,
Who hath made all things well.
--_John Keble_.

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THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,--
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea maids rise to sun their streaming hair.

Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl;
Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
And every chambered cell,
Where its dim dreaming life was wont to dwell,
Before thee lies revealed,--
Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed!

Year after year beheld the silent toil
That spread his lustrous coil;
Still, as the spiral grew,
He left the past year's dwelling for the new,
Stole with soft step its shining archway through,
Built up its idle door,
Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.

Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee,
Child of the wandering sea,
Cast from her lap forlorn!
From thy dead lips a clearer note is born
Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn.
While on mine ear it rings,
Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:--

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Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!

--_Oliver Wendell Holmes_.

Used by the kind permission of Houghton, Mifflin and Company.

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THE CHILDREN OF THE SHELL
By Murillo (1618-1682)

This is one of the famous pictures of the great artist Murillo. The
little child John is giving the little Jesus a drink from a shell.
"The child nature is charmingly portrayed, so innocent and
gentle--seeming to suggest a lovable nature in the artist himself.
His pictures always arouse the reverential feeling--which puts the
stamp of artistic greatness upon them."
[End illustration]

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THE DAY IS DONE

The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start; {482}

Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.

Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.

--_Henry Wadsworth Longfellow_.

Used by the kind permission of Houghton, Mifflin and Company.

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A CHILD'S THOUGHT OF GOD

They say that God lives very high.
But if you look above the pines
You cannot see God. And why?

And if you dig down in the mines
You never see Him in the gold
Though from Him all that's glory shines.

God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across His face--
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.

But still I feel that His embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place:

As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lids her kisses' pressure,
Half waking me at night; and said,
"Who kissed through the dark, dear guesser?"

--_Elizabeth Barrett Browning_.

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LULLABY SONG

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father watches his sheep;
Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree,
And down comes a little dream on thee.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep;
The little stars are the lambs, I guess;
And the gentle moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep!
Our Saviour loves His sheep:
He is the Lamb of God on high,
Who for our sakes came down to die.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
--_From the German_.

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HEAD OF ANGEL

"See that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto
you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my
Father which is in heaven."--_The Words of Jesus_
[End illustration]

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THE PILGRIMS OF THE NIGHT

Hark, hark, my soul, angelic songs are swelling
O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave-beat shore.
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling
Of that new life, when sin shall be no more.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night.

Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come."
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night.

Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night. {488}

Rest comes at last; though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary,
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night.

Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping,
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,
Till life's long night shall break in endless love.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night.
--_Frederick William Faber_.

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MEMORY VERSES

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MEMORY VERSES

_One for Each Week of the Year_.

I said, "Thou art my God."
My times are in thy hand. --_Psalms 31:14-15_.

Let the words of my mouth,
and the meditations of my
heart, be acceptable in thy sight,
O Lord, my strength and my redeemer. --_Psalms 19:14_.

Let your speech be always with grace. --_Colossians 4:6_.

O Lord, thou hast searched me,
and known me. --_Psalms 139:1_.

Bless the Lord, O my soul;
and all that is within me,
bless his holy name. --_Psalms 103:1_.

Blessed are the peacemakers:
for they shall be called
the children of God. --_Matthew 5:9_.

Ye are of God, little children. --_I John 4:4_.

Mark the perfect man,
and behold the upright, for the
end of that man is peace. --_Psalms 37:37_.

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Let not your heart be troubled:
ye believe in God,
believe also in me.
In my Father's house are many mansions. --_John 14:1_.

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed on thee:
because he trusteth in thee. --_Isaiah 26:3_.

Ask, and it shall be given you. --_Matthew 7:7_.

Blessed are the pure in heart:
for they shall see God. --_Matthew 5:8_.

Be not overcome of evil,
but overcome evil with good. --_Romans 12:21_.

Let us therefore follow after
the things which make for peace. --_Romans 14:19_.

Keep yourselves in the love of God. --_Jude 21_.

The Lord is merciful and gracious,
slow to anger, and plenteous in mercy. --_Psalms 103:8_.

Be not weary in well-doing. --_II Thessalonians 3:13_.

Bear ye one another's burdens,
and so fulfill the law of Christ. --_Galatians 6:2_.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet,
and a light unto my path. --_Psalms 119:105_.

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He that loveth not, knoweth not God;
for God is love. --_I John 4:8_.

Blessed is the nation
whose God is the Lord. --_Psalms 33:12_.

The Lord is on my side; I will not fear. --_Psalms 118:6_.

Abstain from every form of evil. --_I Thessalonians 5:22_.

If ye love me keep my commandments. --_John 14:15_.

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God
with all thine heart,
and with all thy soul,
and with all thy might. --_Deuteronomy 6:5_.

The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament showeth his handiwork. --_Psalms 19:1_.

Seek ye the Lord while he may be found,
call ye upon him while he is near. --_Isaiah 55:6_.

Hear instruction, and be wise,
and refuse it not. --_Proverbs 8:33_.

Suffer the little children
to come unto me; forbid them not:
for of such is the kingdom of God. --_Mark 10:14_.

Prove all things.
Hold fast that which is good. --_I Thessalonians 5:21_.

Blessed are the merciful:
for they shall obtain mercy. --_Matthew 5:7_.

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For there is not a word in my
tongue, but, lo, O Lord,
thou knowest it altogether. --_Psalms 139:4_.

Like as a father pitieth his children,
so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. --_Psalms 103:13_.

Come unto me, all ye that
labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest. --_Matthew 11:28_.

This is my commandment,
that ye love one another,
as I have loved you. --_John 15:12_.

Be strong in the Lord,
and in the strength of his might. --_Ephesians 6:10_.

Rejoice in the Lord always. --_Philippians 4:4_.

Honour thy father and thy mother;
that thy days may be long upon the land
which the Lord thy God giveth thee. --_Exodus 20:12_.

Bless them which persecute you;
bless, and curse not. --_Romans 12:14_.

Thou shalt not steal. --_Exodus 20:15_.

Give to him that asketh thee. --_Matthew 5:42_.

Thou shalt not bear false witness
against thy neighbor. --_Exodus 20:16_.

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Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. --_Matthew 22:39_.

I will say of the Lord,
He is my refuge, and my fortress:
my God; in him will I trust. --_Psalms 91:2_.

In the day of my trouble
I will call upon thee:
for thou wilt answer me. --_Psalms 86:7_.

The eyes of the Lord
are upon the righteous,
and his ears are open unto their cry. --_Psalms 34:15_.

Show me thy ways,
O Lord, teach me thy paths. --_Psalms 25:4_.

Be ye therefore followers of God,
as dear children. --_Ephesians 5:1_.

I am the good shepherd,
and know my sheep, and am known of mine. --_John 10:14_

Ye are the light of the world.
A city that is set on a hill
cannot be hid. --_Matthew 5:14_

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble. --_Psalms 46:1_

My peace I give unto you:
not as the world giveth,
give I unto you. --_John 14:27_.

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God tells us in the Bible.

Thou shalt love the Lord thy God. --_Matthew 22:37_.

Love one another. --_I John 3:23_.

Be ye kind one to another. --_Ephesians 4:23_.

Pray to thy Father. --_Matthew 6:6_.

Lie not. --_Colossians 3:9_.

Speak the truth. --_Zechariah 8:16_.

Thou shalt not steal. --_Exodus 20:15_.

Thou shalt not kill. --_Exodus 20:13_.

Children, obey your parents. --_Ephesians 6:1_.

Give to the poor. --_Matthew 19:21_.

Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy. --_Exodus 20:8_.

Search the Scriptures (study the Bible). --_John 5:39_.

Do no wrong. --_Jeremiah 22:3_.

Do that which is right. --_Exodus 15:26_.

Sin not. --_John 5:14_.

[_By courtesy of the Clarke School, Northampton. Mass._]

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JESUS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR
By Heinrich Hofmann (1824- )
[End illustration]

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PROVERBS

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PROVERBS

These wise and true sayings are taken from the book in the Bible called "Proverbs." Some of them are said to have been written by Solomon, the wise king of Israel.

My son, if sinners entice thee,
Consent thou not.

A wise son maketh a glad father:
But a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.

He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand:
But the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

The tongue of the righteous is as choice silver:
The heart of the wicked is little worth.

The blessing of the Lord, it maketh rich:
And he addeth no sorrow therewith.

A false balance is an abomination to the Lord:
But a just weight is His delight.

A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast:
But the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.

A wise son heareth his father's instruction:
But a scorner heareth not rebuke.

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Walk with wise men, and thou shalt be wise:
But the companion of fools shall smart for it.

Righteousness exalteth a nation:
But sin is a reproach to any people.

A soft answer turneth away wrath:
But a grievous word stirreth up anger.

The eyes of the Lord are in every place:
Keeping watch upon the evil and the good.

A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance:
But by sorrow of heart is the spirit broken.

Better is a little with the fear of the Lord:
Than great treasure and trouble therewith.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is:
Than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

A wise son maketh a glad father:
But a foolish man despiseth his mother.

A wrathful man stirreth up contention:
But he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife.

Pride goeth before destruction:
And a haughty spirit before a fall.

The hoary head is a crown of glory,
If it be found in the way of righteousness.

He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty;
And he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.

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A merry heart is a good medicine:
But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.

Wine is a mocker,
Strong drink is a brawler;
And whoso erreth thereby is not wise.

Even a child maketh himself known by his doings,
Whether his work be pure, and whether it be right.

Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor,
He also shall cry, but shall not be heard.

He that followeth after righteousness and mercy
Findeth life, righteousness, and honour.

A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches,
And loving favour rather than silver and gold.

The rich and the poor meet together:
The Lord is the maker of them all.

Train up a child in the way he should go,
And when he is old he will not depart from it.

He that loveth pureness of heart,
For the grace of his lips the king shall be his friend.

Remove not the ancient landmark,
Which thy fathers have set.

Seest thou a man diligent in his business?
He shall stand before kings;
He shall not stand before mean men.

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A word fitly spoken
Is like apples of gold
In baskets of silver.

Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit?
There is more hope for a fool than for him.

If thine enemy be hungry, give him bread to eat;
And if he be thirsty, give him water to drink:
For thou shalt heap coals of fire upon his head,
And the Lord shall reward thee.

Seest thou a man hasty in his words?
There is more hope for a fool than for him.

Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth;
A stranger, and not thine own lips.

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PROVERBS

The following proverbs are from various sources outside the Bible.

An idle youth becomes in age a beggar.
Idle people take the most pains.
Let honesty and industry be thy constant companions.
--_Franklin_.

Haste makes waste and waste makes want.
The more haste the less speed.
Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,
As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.
--_Dryden_.

Small habits well pursued betimes
May reach the dignity of crimes.
--_Hannah More_.

God is always at leisure to do good to those that ask it.
God helps those who help themselves.

What we gave we have,
what we spent we had,
what we left we lost.
--_Epitaph of Edward, Earl of Devon_.

You may know him by the company he keeps.
Better alone than in bad company.

A guilty conscience needs no accuser.

Content is more than a kingdom.

Deeds not words.

A goodly outside apple rotten at the heart,
O what a goodly outside falsehood hath.
--_Shakespeare_.

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Cleanliness is next to godliness.
--_Wesley_.

They conquer who believe they can.
--_Virgil_.

Never make a mountain out of a mole hill.
Employ thy time well, and since thou art
not sure of a minute throw not away an hour.
Virtue is its own reward.

--_Prior_.

Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
--_Franklin_.

Count that day lost whose low descending sun
Views from thy hand no worthy action done.

Never leave that till to-morrow
which you can do to-day.
--_Franklin_.

Kind hearts are the gardens,
Kind thoughts are the roots,
Kind words are the blossoms,
Kind deeds are the fruits.
--_New Education Reader_.

Do you know how many children,
Go to little beds at night,
And, without a care or trouble,
Wake up with the morning light?
God in heaven each name can tell;
Knows you, too, and knows you well.
--_New Education Reader_.

Be kind and be gentle,
To those who are old,
For kindness is dearer
And better than gold.
--_New Education Reader_.

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Please is a very little word,
And thank-you is not long.

Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
I am weak, but He is strong.

Love God with all your soul and strength,
With all your heart and mind,
And love your neighbor as yourself,
Be faithful, just, and kind.
Deal with another as you'd have
Another deal with you:
What you're unwilling to receive,
Be sure you never do.
--_New England Primer_.

Politeness is to do or say
The kindest thing in the kindest way.
--_New Education Reader_.

Do all the good you can
In all the ways you can,
For all the people you can
Just as long as you can.
--_Lippincott's Beginner's Reading Book_.

Be to others kind and true,
As you'd have others be to you.
--_New Education Reader_.

[End of "VOLUME ONE: THE GOLDEN BOOK"]

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[Start of "VOLUME TWO: HERO TALES"]

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THE BIBLE STORY

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Joseph, the Prime Minister, Greeting his family.

"And Joseph made ready his chariot, and went
up to meet Israel his father, to Goshen; and he
presented himself unto him, and fell on his neck,
and wept on his neck a good while."
[End illustration]

{7} THE BIBLE STORY

VOLUME TWO

HERO TALES

ARRANGED AND EDITED BY

REV. NEWTON MARSHALL HALL, D.D.

MINISTER OF THE NORTH CHURCH, SPRINGFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS

AND

REV. IRVING FRANCIS WOOD, PH.D.

PROFESSOR OF BIBLICAL LITERATURE AND COMPARATIVE RELIGION AT SMITH COLLEGE

_Authors of "The Early Days of Israel" "Advanced Bible Studies" Etc_.

THE KING-RICHARDSON COMPANY

SPRINGFIELD, MASSACHUSETTS

CHICAGO CLEVELAND

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COPYRIGHT, 1906, COPYRIGHT, 1917,

BY THE KING-RICHARDSON COMPANY,

SPRINGFIELD, MASS.

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