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and old, and cannot work any more, i to help the heathen. He remembered their sons give them a blow on the that a certain gentleman, who was a head, which takes away their life. | banker, promised him one day that he The people have no knowledge of the | would buy a little donkey and cart, blessed Lord! Yes," said the mis provided he would be as industrions sionary, “ those people in the heathen as ever. The gentleman said that it lands are as much in the power of the would be a great deal more comfortdevil as a flock of lambs is in the able for him, and more profitable to power of the wolf.” These words sank to take round his nice white sand in deeply into Snell's heart, and the a cart, than to carry it about on his longer the missionary spoke the more shoulders. It was a kind man who deeply he was affected. By-and said that, for nobody but a kind perbye, both he and his little sister son would do such a favour. "Now," began to weep at what the missionary said Snell to himself, “I will accept said. They never believed it possible | that gentleman's offer; and after I that there were any people in the | have paid him for the donkey and cart world in such circumstances of sin by selling sand, I will pay something and ignorance. One missionary said every year for sending the gospel te many times during his address : “Oh, the heathen." brothers, we should do something for Snell kept his promise faithfully. the poor heathen-can we not contri He told the banker he would accera bute our mite in their behalf ? Oh, his offer, on condition that he migut what would we be to-day if others had I pay the cost of the donkey as still not done something for us?” By-and | as he had made enough money from bye the meeting closed, and Snell and them by selling sand. The gentleman his little sister slipped out of the front | accepted the proposition, more to please door without being seen by any one Snels than for any other purpose. Byexcept the porter. The little sand bag | and-bye a white donkey, harnessed to was caught up in a moment, and the a green cart, was driven up before the two children went home as direct as house, in the upper story of which the they could. When they reached the widow and her two children livel. house where their parents lived, Snell | That was Snell's donkey and cart. told his mother what he had heard at His business increased from that time the missionary meeting, and then said forward. He made two rounds a day, to her,

and each time sold out his cartload “Mother, we ought to do something of sand. In just eight months and for the poor heathen.”

seven days from the time he made hia She replied, “I am a poor woman, first round he had saved money enough and you, my child, are poor too. Snell, to pay for his donkey and cart. I you know that you have all that you amounted to ninety shillings in all. It can do now to sell a little sand and was a proud morning for him when be buy us a little bread; and what can could go and pay for his donker aud we give for the heathen ? See there, cart. He requested his mother to dress you have only twenty-six pence this his little sister up in her best cloles day. This we shall need for bread to go with him. He also put on his and other necessities."

best suit, and they both got into the She then took the twenty-six pence cart together, and drove round to the he had brought home, gave him a kiss banker's place of business. Of course for them, and went into the kitchen. the banker was very much pleased to

Snell went away and threw himself find him so honourable in his busupon his little straw bed, but not to ness transactions, and he received the sleep. He was soon lost in reflecting money, not because he wanted it, but upon the poor heathen and their blind because he knew that it would really ness. He hit upon this plan, in order | gratify Snell.

Now it so happened that there was / modest boy, and the mention of his acother missionary meeting in Berlin deed and name on that occasion caused two months after this time. Snell saw him a great deal of trouble. But as tre announcement in the paper, and he soon as he recovered himself, he redetermined to go to it. But he felt solved to say a word to the meeting. that he ought to give something if he He was a frank boy, and the Lord had pent. How could he do that? Where given him the gift of speaking in would the money come from? He public. He then said these words to frally decided on this plan: “I have the meeting: “I am the boy the genberetofore made two rounds a day, and tleman referred to, and I thank God that pred my profits were sufficient to pay He ever gave such a friend as he was any donkey and cart, and also to to me. I feel that my donkey and pport our little family. Hereafter cart are the Lord's property. I have I will make three rounds a day, on made arrangements for two extra Wednesdays and Saturdays, and all the rounds through the week, and all the rfits of the third round shall go to the profits from my sales during the two Dissionary cause.” The missionary rounds shall go to this missionary werting, which was soon to take place, fund.” Cheers loud and long arose T28 attended by a large number of in that meeting. .. persons, among whom was the banker The meeting adjourned, and Snell who had bought Snell's donkey and and his little sister went home. Good fart. Snell and his little sister were and noble peuple now had their eye on both at the meeting, for, having once the little sand vendor. His business Leard about the heathen, they were rapidly increased, and he was comalways anxious to hear as much more as pelled in six months' time to purchase vweble. During the course of the another donkey and cart, and hire an Zeting the president gave an oppor assistant. He made the same arrange

unity for any gentleman to make a ment for the new donkey and cart that lex remarks who might desire to do he did for his old one-the profits of ). The banker arose and presented the two extra rounds must go to the

the chairman pinety shillings, and Missionary Society. aid: “This sum is the fruit of honest Year after year passed by, and Snell m. It was paid me by a little always gave a good sum of money to send vendor, for whom I bought a send the gospel to the heathen. The wakey and cart. I now present it to Lord prospered him in his business, This Missionary Society, and beg that and his benevolence under circumCu will accept it, not from me, but stances of poverty had its influence Tum Snell the sand vendor.” Cheers upon the wealthy people of Berlin to tuse all over the house at such a such an extent that they gave liberally tatement. The money was accepted, of their ample means for the same and became a part of the mission good purpose. Snell arose in respecsy fund. Snell would have rather tability and importance in the city, rem a thousand miles away at that and he is now one of the leading men The than to have heard those in all movements made for bringing Ords. For, however anxious he was the heathen to a knowledge of Christ. help the heathen, he was yet a

A Story for tøe Christmas Fireside.

A STORY FOR CHRISTMAS EVE. | upon her with a smile upon his pallid

face. “Merry Christmas, indeed, in a CHAPTER I.

workhouse!” CHRISTMAS Eve in a workhouse

“Well, there's roast beef and plumhospital, my reader! Do you know

pudding to-morrow," replies the child. anything of that? Have you been

“Don't I know that without your either a visitor or an inmate of such

telling me, you little simpleton? You a place at such a time? If not, let

go back to your ward, or I'll come up the following pages do something more

and send you flying, crutch and all." than awaken a passing interest in the

The poor cripple obeys, for he knows lonely ones who languish there.

by experience that Mrs. Rood will not It was at half-past five, on the even

hesitate to keep her word. Happily ing of a certain 24th of December, that

for him, and for the other inmates of

the children's ward, their appointei a woman in a blue cotton dress, and

guardian-Margaret May-is a kindcarrying a wooden tray loaded with bread, left the dining-hall of the work

hearted woman, who, with her foar house at crossed a courtyard

little ones, has been deserted by a upon which the moon was shining,

drunken husband. This good crede and quickly entered the infirmary.

ture, who has made up a more cheerful She was one of the nurses, herself a

fire than usual for her patients, is pauper, and alone in the world; but,

looking forward to spending a precions strange to say, not on that account

half-hour with her own darlings later

in the evening, when the great bell more tender to her fellow-sufferers. Mrs. Rood is a decent woman in her

shall summon all who have relations way, but strong drink has brought

in the house to meet together in the

dining-hall. Until then she will on her--as, alas! it has brought thousands before her—to this last stage of

cupy herself with the lame boy and poverty; and we find her to-night in

his fellows, telling them stories about the workhouse, carrying bread to the

Christmas Eves long gone by, when sick folk in her ward, and grumbling

she played with her brothers beneath as she goes at the dulness of a Christ

the holly-boughs and by the bright

fireside of her childhood's happy home mas Eve “in this dungeon,” as she calls the place which, at any rate,

Where are they all-those four merry affords an undeserved shelter to her

boys, whose gay laughter made the unworthiness. It is dull, Mrs. Rood,

father's house so glad? They are and, to such as you, simple justice

gone—all gone-victims, two of them demands that it should be so; but the

of hereditary disease; the others afflicted people in your ward are vic

sailors both, died abroad not long tims, most of them, not of their own, ago. but of others' faults, and our pity for

They grew together, side by side; them may go forth without reserve.

They filled one home with glee; “Mrs. Rood,” exclaims some one on

Their graves are severed, far and wide, the stairs above; “merry Christmas,

By mount, and stream, and sea." ma'am, and a happy New Year!” And the workhouse nurse, realisin

“Get along with your nonsense,” this, has small comfort save in look exclaims the nurse, as, looking up, she ing upward, with sweet trust in Jest descries a lame boy, who looks down || and a humble reliance on the inspus


assurance that all things work to- | in the workhouse. She is a cripple, gether for good to them that love having never walked in her life, and I

am sorry to say that in her youth she Kind Margaret May! her heart is was too idle to learn. Therefore we full of memories to-night; yet she find her very ignorant, unable to read compels herself to prattle cheerfully to or write, or even sew. Bridget is not her suffering little folk, until the lame religious, but she feels a great respect boy, as he gazes at the fire, feels a for “praying people,” as she calls Itte-just a very little--as if he, too, them, and often wishes that she could We enjoying that most wonderful be as happy as Janet, who is a contime, known to the world outside the sistent professor of faith in the Lord wurkhouse as “Merry Christmas." Jesus Christ. Next to Bridget comes

In the meantime, Mrs. Rood has an older patient, one of Mrs. Rood's reached her ward, and is distributing “ bothers," as she calls them. Poor to each patient her share of the supper, old Susan, who has outlived all her consisting of broth or tea, with the children and grandchildren, thinks it isual allowance of bread. It is a large, rather a hard case that she cannot dio dean room, with two windows looking in a bed of her own, like other folks! on the yard; a fireplace at one end, a She is very impatient, and thinks that deal table and a few chairs at the there is something wrong in the world, other; and on either side five or six when worthy people like herself end beds. Over the fireplace hangs a their days in a workhouse! Yet she bunch of holly_" the master's" gift never blames the sons and daughters -and the inmates are touched by the who, although receiving first-class sight of its green leaves and scarlet wages, did not care to put a portion of berries, reminding them, as they do, their weekly earnings into the sayings of better times.

bank, or in any way to provide for "Nurse," says one of the patients, a the future. Other people saved, and domestic servant, to whom a former were well off-that was their good Thistress, living at a distance, has sent luck; all her people spent, and came some few shillings “ for Christmas," to poverty, that was their ill-luck! "Will my cake come to-night, I Such are Susan's ideas, and she clings Fonder ?

to them with extreme firmness, I asMrs. Rood, who is personally inte- | sure you. rested in this question of cake, makes Who is this in the opposite corner, Reply at some length, to the effect that whose sweet smile, as it crosses the the matron, although very busy, has dull room like a sunbeam, falls on Sent out, at her (Rood's) suggestion, Janet in thanksgiving for her present? to procure it. “You may thank me, It is Catherine Barnett, another old Wanet,” she remarks, in conclusion, “if woman, but of a totally different you have it to-night."

stamp. “Dear old Kitty!" as they "So I will, nurse; and I'll give you love to call her, is one of the gentlest a big slice, besides," says the patient, and most grateful creatures in the with a grateful look. Mrs. Rood is world. She and Janet are the only not bad, as nurses go, and, besides, it witnesses for God's truth in the room. 19 Christmas Eve! In due time, the Even Mrs. Rood feels that these are cake comes, and the girl gives a slice real Christians, and respects them acto each of her companions, taking care cordingly. There are four other perthat the largest shall be offered to Mrs. sons on this side of the ward, two of Rood. While the inmates are enjoy whom are recovering slowly from paraing their treat, for such it is, we will lysis, and one from partial blindness. glance round the room, and introduce The fourth, Grace Salter, a young a few of them. In this bed next the widow, under treatment for a broken door lies Bridget Rowe, who was born l arm, is an especial friend of Mrs. Barnett's, beside whom she sits during | other, except one in seven for rest and several hours of every day, listening worship, -that's our Sunday." eagerly to selections from the Gospels, 1 “ Well, in that I agree with you. which, however, appear to her rather It is only by man that the day is set as pleasing tales than grand and all apart, and every one is free to celebrate important messages from God. The 1 the fact that ‘Christ was born in Bethremaining beds belong to Janet, Mrs. lehem,' as my children will be singing Rood herself, and two patients who this evening, on any other day of the are “not right,” though by no means year as much as this. But is not in a state of idiocy. Towards these | Christmas a glorious time for giving last the sympathies of the entire ward | everybody a holiday, so that in the go forth-as well they may,--and even depth of winter, when frost and hunger Mrs. Rood is pitiful. It is touching to pinch the poor, rich folks learn to feel see them, as they receive their cake for those who suffer, and relieve their with a gratitude that finds vent in wants ?” childish laughter, and in such expres “May be so. I confess I should sions as, “ Currant cake ? Oh, my !hardly like to give up the holiday, and. followed by a hearty, “Thank’ee, no doubt, if my own folks lived here, Janet. Much obliged."

we should meet as a family, and 80 By this time it is seven o'clock, and | have better times. As for what you the great bell is calling families to were saying about Christinas making gether. The poor widow, having her rich folks think about the poor, I don't arm in a sling, and carrying more than believe it.” half her slice of cake beneath her John Moss said this with energy, apron, goes to meet her child, a little for he loved to find fault with the girl, who has been looking forward all many who possessed more of this day to the precious hour in which she world's wealth than had fallen to bis shall be at liberty to speak to “mother," lot, and besides, was not the accusand tell her that a lady visitor, although tion just? What was all these people not rich, has sent every child in the gave away in comparison with their house a “real big” currant bun for | enormous possessions? A mere tride! Christmas. Only think of it, a “real Nothing! big" currant bun !

“Why," said he, interrupting his friend Heywood, who was about to speak, “if I only had a twentieth part

of old Sinclair's money, I'd do more CHAPTER II.

good in one year than he does in tene

For example, I'd go straight to FON On the same Christmas Eve, two re- workhouse to-night, and treat every spectable artisans, returning from their body all round." daily labour, passed tho workhouse "Would you really? I can hardly gate, conversing, as they did so, on believe it." the subject of the next day's enjoy “Not believe it? Do you think I ments.

could sleep on my bed, when I knew “For my part,” said one, “I don't | that I had power to do so many people care so very much about Christmas." a good turn, unless I did it?"

“Not care much about Christmas? “You sleep now,” replied Heywood, You surprise me!" exclaimed his com significantly panion.

“Yes, because I have not a twentieth "It's the truth for all that. Some part of old Sinclair's income-more's people call it a religious duty to keep the pity !" it, - let them do as they think right: “How would it be if you had a I don't see any law in the New Testa- fortieth part ? Would you then help ment for setting up one day above an- | the poor?"

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