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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 77088 ***
+
+Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.
+
+
+
+ PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM
+
+ [AND]
+
+ [JOE'S LETTER]
+
+ _[A New Year's Story]_
+
+
+ BY A.L.O.E.
+
+ _Author of "The Claremont Tales,"_
+ _"The White Bear's Den," &c._
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+ MARSHALL BROTHERS, LTD.
+
+ LONDON, EDINBURGH.
+
+
+
+ CONTENTS.
+
+ ——————
+
+PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM
+
+ CHAPTER I. PAUL
+
+ CHAPTER II. THE DREAM
+
+JOE'S LETTER
+
+ CHAPTER I.
+
+ CHAPTER II.
+
+
+
+ PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM
+
+ BY A.L.O.E.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "It stops all fun!" cried Paul.]
+
+
+
+ PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM
+
+ A Tale.
+
+ ——————
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+_PAUL._
+
+"I DO think it, and I will say it!" cried Paul Harley, with impatience.
+"Of all days in the week, a Sunday is the worst for New Year's Eve.
+It stops all fun, all larking, all hope of adventure. The New Year
+steals in like a thief when one is fast asleep in bed; unless, like
+that stupid fellow James Barton, one goes to some midnight service in
+church, to pray in the New Year, as he says. As if one had not had
+enough of that sort of thing all the Sunday!"
+
+"My dear boy—" began his grandfather, Silas Harley, an aged man, who
+sat with his arm leaning on the table, and his Bible before him.
+
+What Harley was going to say I cannot tell, for his grandson cut him
+short. Paul had been to school, and had learned many things there, of
+the knowledge of which he was not a little vain. But one thing, worth
+more than mere book-lore, he had not learned, which was to honour his
+father and his mother, which includes grandparents also. Paul was
+puffed up with pride, as a balloon is puffed out with gas.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+He stood erect by the table, grasping the back of a chair, and looking
+down on the venerable man before him, whose white hair Paul should have
+honoured, with a saucy look, which seemed to say, "I don't want advice
+from you!"
+
+"I wish that I could do this year what I did on last New Year's Eve,"
+cried Paul. "A lot of us young fellows got on the top of a coach, and
+were off to Enfield for a spree at a farm. How the horses plunged
+through the snow; we were upset as nearly as could be!"
+
+"No great fun in that," observed Harley.
+
+"We had no end of snow-balling each other at Gale's farm, as long as
+daylight lasted," continued Paul; "and when night came on, we had
+dancing 'under the misletoe bough.' Ah! That night, what a merry one
+it was! We were just in the midst of a dance, hands round and down the
+middle, when the clock struck twelve, and in came the New Year!"
+
+"And Sunday too," observed old Mrs. Harley, who was seated by her
+husband. "I hope, Paul, that you left off your dancing?"
+
+Paul only, in reply, gave a saucy laugh, which pained his good
+grandparents. They had brought up the orphan boy ever since he had been
+a helpless baby, and had now, in return for their loving care, but
+disrespect and disobedience.
+
+On the year of which I am writing, the thirty-first of December fell
+on a Sunday, and it was on the evening of this Sunday that Paul stood
+talking to his grandparents in the little parlour of their home, in one
+of the suburbs of London.
+
+"We were sorry not to have you with us at church this morning, Paul,"
+observed Harley. The old man and his feeble wife had with no small
+difficulty made their way to the house of prayer, to praise their Maker
+for mercies received through the closing year, and to ask for His
+blessing on the year so soon to open. The New Year to one or both of
+them, as they thought, was likely to be the last, but neither of them
+feared to "go home" to the rest prepared for the people of God.
+
+"I don't care to go to morning service," replied Paul, bluntly; "I take
+my ease, and lie late in bed on Sundays, at least in such freezing
+weather as this. But I mean to go to-night to seven o'clock service;
+for I like to see the church all lit up, with the gas-lights flaring on
+the evergreens and the wreaths with which it is decked. I like, too,
+the hymn which is to be sung, it has such a pretty tune." And without
+the least reverence of manner, Paul rather bawled out than sang the
+first lines of a well-known hymn—
+
+ "'A few more years shall roll,
+ A few more seasons come,
+ And we shall be with those who sleep
+ At rest within the tomb.'"
+
+"Hush, my dear child, hush!" cried Mrs. Harley, with a shocked look.
+"You don't seem to think of the meaning of the words which you are
+singing."
+
+Paul took no notice of the gentle reproof. "It's time for me to be off
+to church," said he; "it must be just on seven; I think the bells have
+stopped their ringing. Don't stay supper for me; I'm going to Uncle
+Sam's after I've been at church; he's to have lobster salad for supper
+on New Year's Eve, and I like that a deal better than your porridge. I
+mean to stop the night at Uncle Sam's, and get some fun with his boys
+on New Year's morning."
+
+"Take your comforter!" cried the grandmother. "You're not the lad to
+stand sharp cold; remember that you nearly died of rheumatic fever last
+March!"
+
+"I'm not going to coddle myself like an old woman!" exclaimed the boy.
+"Cold only catches those who have to creep like snails!" Paul took down
+his cap from its peg as he spoke, and went off to church, certainly not
+in a mood either to praise or to pray.
+
+The church was not full on New Year's Eve, for the weather was so
+extremely cold that some persons who would otherwise have come, dared
+not brave the piercing night air. Paul took his usual place in a dark
+part of the church, where he could see without being much seen. He sat
+during the prayers, and stared about him. Paul looked at the wreaths
+and the gas-lights, noticed the fashion of the ladies' bonnets, and
+amused himself with his own thoughts. There was no reverence either in
+the posture or in the spirit of Paul. He behaved himself in the house
+set apart for the worship of the Almighty as he would not have dared to
+behave in the Queen's palace; nay, as he would not have dared to behave
+in any gentleman's private dwelling.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Paul's body was in church, but his heart was not there. Now he thought
+of to-morrow's sports, now of his lobster supper. Then the lad's
+thoughts took a more evil course. Malice and spite were shown in such
+reflections as these:—
+
+"I wonder how that James Barton can bear to stay up till midnight in a
+church! 'Pray in the New Year,' to be sure! That may be well enough for
+old folk, who are not likely to live many more years, but young chaps
+like James and me have fifty or sixty before us, and I can't see the
+use of all that praying. James wants to be thought better than any one
+else. He has given up playing skittles on Sundays, and has taken, I
+hear, to keeping a missionary-box. Catch me following his example! I've
+something better to do with my pennies.
+
+"I don't like James Barton at all. I have owed him a grudge ever since
+our quarrel in a field three years ago, when he got me into a scrape
+with a farmer's wife by saying I'd stolen her apples. I've been on the
+watch ever since to pay him off for that bit of mischievous meddling.
+If I did take the dame's apples, that was no business of his. Fine fun
+I had last summer, when I crept up unseen to the neat model of a ship
+which James had taken weeks to rig out, and tore her sails, and knocked
+a hole in her keel, while he was wandering about in the brushwood
+gathering flowers and ferns! I made off as soon as I had done the job,
+but I'd have liked to have seen the lad's face, when he came to the
+place where he had left his pretty ship, and found her lying broken
+and spoiled in the mud! I wonder if he guessed who had played him the
+trick? He did not see me, I'm sure of that, for I stole away like a
+fox. I suppose that James has now grown so mighty good that, had I
+smashed him instead of his ship, he'd have taken it as meek as a lamb.
+The next time that we meet, I'll try how he likes a box on the ear."
+
+But I will put down no more of the worse than idle thoughts which,
+even in church, passed through the mind of the boy. I have said quite
+enough to show that Paul did not for one moment reflect that he was
+in the presence of his Maker; that the eye of God was upon him; that
+his secret malice was laid bare unto Him who hath declared in His holy
+Word, "The thought of foolishness is sin," Prov. xxiv. 9.
+
+Paul only gave over making plans for teasing James when the clergyman
+gave out the hymn. We have seen that Paul was vain; and of nothing was
+he more vain than what he considered to be a very fine voice. A loud
+one it was, without doubt, and Paul took care that it should be heard
+all over the church.
+
+A lady, speaking of church music, once said to me, "It makes me tremble
+to hear the children sing." My readers may think these very strange
+words, but to my mind there was cause for the lady's feeling of fear.
+Oh, my young friends, have you ever thought how you may displease the
+Lord, even whilst singing a hymn! "Thou shalt not take the name of the
+Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who
+taketh His name in vain." Is it a light matter to sing of the glory
+of the Almighty, or the agonies of His dear Son, as carelessly as if
+you were but shouting out some idle ballad? A dark stain of sin was
+spreading over the soul of Paul as he boldly sang out, at the top of
+his voice, even words so solemn as these:—
+
+ "''Tis but a little time,
+ And Christ the Lord shall come
+ To take His ransomed people up
+ To their eternal home.
+ Then, oh, my Lord, prepare
+ My soul for that great day;
+ Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,
+ And take my sin away!'"
+
+Paul's hymn-singing was a mockery; his very prayer was "turned into
+sin!" What thought he of the great Day of Judgment? What thought he of
+the "precious blood," of which he dared so loudly to sing?
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+_THE DREAM._
+
+THE hymn was over, and Paul sat down, but not to listen to a word of
+the sermon. Good and holy words were spoken, which touched most of the
+hearers' hearts, but they never reached the heart of Paul. The boy fell
+fast asleep in his dark corner of the church, and there he remained
+fast asleep till long after the sermon had been ended, and the blessing
+had been given by the preacher.
+
+Paul not only slept, but he dreamed—a strange and wondrous dream. The
+place in which he was seemed to widen, the roof to rise, till instead
+of a ceiling above him were clouds of glory, and beneath him a pavement
+of gold. There was music, but far sweeter, and more joyful than what
+Paul had heard in church. Instead of mortal men and women, shining,
+happy beings were around the dreamer, with starry crowns and waving
+wings, that glittered like jewels in the glorious light.
+
+But though all that Paul saw in his dream was beauty and gladness, he
+could not delight in the beauty, he could not share in the joy. Paul's
+heart felt nothing but dread. He did not belong to the happy band; he
+could not join in their song; he feared lest one of the shining ones
+should notice that he was there. Paul would fain have hidden himself,
+but had no place wherein to hide. Terror seized him when one of the
+beautiful angels drew near, and said, "What dost thou here?"
+
+Paul was dumb, and could not reply. The proud tongue which had so often
+repeated holy words without fear had lost all power to utter one now.
+
+Then Paul seemed to hear the sentence, "Thrust him forth into outer
+darkness!" And the start of terror which he gave awakened the boy from
+his dream.
+
+Paul found himself indeed in darkness. The lights in the church had
+all been put out; the worshippers had gone to their homes; no one had
+noticed the sleeping boy, and he had been locked into the church.
+
+Paul's first feeling was that of great surprise at finding the church
+so still and so dark; his next was that of alarm. He groped his way to
+the outer door. How still and dark the place seemed as he moved down
+the aisle! And, oh, how terribly cold! The clock struck nine just as
+Paul reached the great door. It was locked. Paul shook it, and shook
+it again, but had no power to force it open. He called as loudly as he
+could, but the church stood in the middle of a large churchyard, no
+house was near, and no one heard the boy's voice.
+
+"Some one will search for me, oh, surely some one will search!" cried
+Paul.
+
+He thought of his loving grandparents, who, old and feeble as they
+were, would be sure to brave the piercing cold if they know that their
+boy was in danger. But then another thought startled Paul. "Grandfather
+will think that I am at my uncle's; he will fancy me seated at his
+table beside a blazing fire."
+
+The contrast between his uncle's pleasant home, with its supper and
+cheerful blaze, made his present dreary position seem worse than ever
+to the hungry lad. But Paul tried to keep up his courage and warm his
+chilled frame by walking up and down the part of the church which was
+nearest to the door, stamping his feet and swinging his arms to keep
+out the cold.
+
+Ten o'clock struck. Paul counted each stroke on the bell. How loud and
+solemn was the sound!
+
+"Only ten!" muttered Paul. "I shall have to wait twelve whole hours
+before this church is opened to prepare for New Year's service! The New
+Year!" he repeated. "Oh! In how wretched a way I shall begin the New
+Year! I'll go to sleep in one of the pews, and so try to get over the
+time. The night grows colder and colder."
+
+Paul did snatch a short sleep, but awoke quite cramped and chilled, and
+with shoots of rheumatic pain, which frightened him more than anything
+else. It was one of the bitterest nights that had ever been known in
+England. The boy dared not sleep again lest he should bring back his
+dreadful rheumatic fever.
+
+When eleven o'clock struck, Paul's courage quite gave way. His limbs
+were trembling, his teeth were chattering, his blood seemed turning to
+ice. He remembered that his grandfather had read in the papers the day
+before that four persons had been found frozen to death.
+
+"What if I should die before morning!" thought Paul, and it was a
+terrible thought. "I am not fit to die, I am not fit to go to the
+beautiful place of which I was dreaming. Hark! What is that tinkling
+sound which I faintly hear? The bells of St. John's Church are ringing
+for the midnight service; James Barton will be hastening now to that
+church to pray in the New Year. Oh, that I could pray too!" It was the
+first time that such a wish had come into the mind of Paul. He had
+attended church service hundreds of times, but he had never really
+prayed in his life.
+
+"I can't pray, I can think of no words," groaned the poor boy, as he
+swayed his body to and fro; for he was afraid to remain quite still,
+and yet was almost too stiff and cold to move about freely. "Perhaps
+that hymn may serve as a prayer; I'll try a verse; it may help me to
+forget for a few minutes the misery that I am in."
+
+In a very different way from that in which he had sung a few hours
+before, Paul, with trembling voice, attempted to sing—
+
+ "'Then, oh! my Lord, prepare
+ My soul for that great day.'"
+
+Paul felt that for him the great day might be near. He no longer felt
+sure of "fifty or sixty years" of life. He knew now that he had need of
+comfort, of help, of forgiveness. Paul clasped his numbed hands, and
+tears came into his eyes as he sang the words of entreaty—
+
+ "'Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,
+ And take my sins away.'"
+
+But how much better was Paul's feeble prayer for mercy, than his late
+bold, careless singing of words so solemn and holy!
+
+Twelve o'clock struck. The New Year had come! Some in London were
+praying, many were sleeping, not a few, alas! were drinking in the
+Now Year. Again Paul tried to get warmth by walking about, but the
+frost was becoming more intense as the night advanced. The moon had
+now risen, and dimly shone through the frosted windows. Paul could
+distinguish some objects near him, such as the reading-desk, on which
+lay the large Bible, that Bible which had been read so often in his
+hearing, but to which he had never cared to listen.
+
+"If I live through this dreadful night, I will try to be a very
+different boy to what I have been," thought Paul Harley. "I will try to
+be more dutiful to my old grandparents; they have had little comfort in
+me. What would not I give now to be more like James, whom I despised
+for being so pious! There is no danger of his being driven into outer
+darkness. The angels will welcome him, for he loves the Lord whom they
+love."
+
+The weary, weary minutes stole on. It was now nearly one o'clock.
+Drowsiness was creeping over Paul, but he knew the danger of sleeping
+when the cold is intense; if he slept now, he might never waken again,
+or waken in torture.
+
+"I can only keep myself awake by singing," thought Paul. "I will sing
+that hymn over again, and try to think of the words, and to make them
+indeed a New Year's prayer."
+
+Paul sang, and this time loudly, for he was calling on God from the
+heart, and so threw his whole soul into the hymn.
+
+"Who is singing there—at this hour?" cried a voice from outside.
+
+Paul sprang to his feet with almost a cry of delight.
+
+"I'm Paul Harley—I'm locked in—I'm almost frozen!" he shouted with the
+utmost strength of his voice.
+
+"Paul Harley!" echoed the speaker without.
+
+"Oh! Run, run—quick as light—and get the key of the church!" cried Paul.
+
+"Trust James Barton for that!" cried the voice, and off rushed the
+speaker at full speed.
+
+Yes, it was James, who, returning from the church where he had prayed
+in the New Year, had taken his homeward way through the churchyard of
+that in which poor Paul was looked up. It was not James' shortest way
+home, but he had chosen it because St. Mary's church and churchyard
+would look, he thought, so beautiful in the moonlight, robed in their
+winter mantle of snow. James had been not a little surprised to hear
+the sound of Paul's hymn in a spot so lonely and quiet. But for that
+sound, James would have passed the church without suspecting that any
+one was shivering and starving within it.
+
+I have not space to describe how James ran, as if for his life, to the
+house of the clerk of St. Mary's, and rang so furiously at the bell,
+that the poor man, his wife, and all his family, thought that the place
+was on fire. It is enough to say that James was trusted with the church
+key, for his character was known to the clerk, and back he hastened to
+the church. The big key was turned in the lock, the heavy door swung
+back on its hinges, the imprisoned Paul was set free; and with what a
+hearty grasp of the hand did he thank his kind deliverer!
+
+"Come to our home for the rest of the night," said James; "mother will
+bid you heartily welcome, I'm sure of that. She is sitting up to give
+me my hot supper on my return from church, and I need not say how glad
+I shall be for you to share it."
+
+Very thankfully was the invitation accepted. Paul felt as if new life
+were poured into his frozen veins when he sat by a glowing fire, and
+drank hot steaming soup. Before he went to rest, he had confessed
+to James the wrong he had done him by spoiling his ship, and asked
+forgiveness for that and other acts of unkindness.
+
+"Let bygones be bygones," said James, smiling; "this is New Year's day
+you know; let us both resolve, by God's help, to begin it well, and
+make a better use of our time than we ever have done before."
+
+Paul did make the resolve, and earnestly and prayerfully tried to keep
+it. He was a better and happier being to the end of his life for his
+adventure on New Year's Eve.
+
+
+
+
+
+ JOE'S LETTER
+
+ _A New Year's Story_
+
+
+ BY A.L.O.E.
+
+ _Author of "The Claremont Tales,"_
+ _"The White Bear's Den," &c._
+
+
+ [Illustration]
+
+
+ MARSHALL BROTHERS, LTD.
+
+ LONDON, EDINBURGH.
+
+
+
+
+ JOE'S LETTER
+
+ BY A.L.O.E.
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "No, Granny, I can't see him."]
+
+
+
+ JOE'S LETTER
+
+ A New Year's Story.
+
+ ——————
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+"GO again, child, and see if the postman ben't coming down the lane!
+It's past nine, sure he ought to be here!"
+
+This was the third time that old Janet Jones had sent her little Annie
+out into the snow, on the last day of the year. It was clear that the
+cottager was expecting the postman to bring her some very important
+letter indeed.
+
+"No, Granny, I can't see him," said Annie, as for the third time she
+came back from the road, shaking the flakes from her hair, and stamping
+the snow from her boots. "Perhaps our old clock is wrong."
+
+"Everything is wrong, I think," muttered Janet Jones, who was employed
+in taking some filberts out of a basket, to put in glasses to sell in
+her window. "Half these nuts are bad, and only fit for the fire!" And
+into the fire she flung some that were indeed but empty husks.
+
+"Yes," went on the old woman, knitting her brows into very deep
+furrows, "the old year ends badly enough with me. The pig dead, the
+potatoes bad, the weather sharp, and the pocket empty. These be very
+hard times!"
+
+"But Joe, dear Joe, is sure to send you money, Granny," said Annie, who
+stood leaning against the wall. She did not sit down, for she expected
+soon to be sent a fourth time to look for the postman.
+
+"Joseph ought to," replied Janet, as sharply as if the child had said
+that her brother would send not a penny. "He, a great tall fellow,
+earning good wages, fifteen pounds a year, and everything found,
+feeding on the fat of the land, and dressed as smart as a goldfinch! It
+will be hard if he can't spare something for his poor old Granny in her
+need."
+
+"Joe will—I know that he will. He loves you so much," cried Annie.
+
+"We'll soon see how much," said old Janet, "words without deeds are
+like husks without seeds." And angrily she threw another rotten nut
+into the fire.
+
+Annie, to take off her grandmother's mind from her troubles, began to
+tell her what she had seen the day before at the Hall, when sent up
+with some work done for the ladies.
+
+"Oh! Granny, I wish you'd been with me yesterday, and seen the
+Christmas presents which Mrs. Poler has given her nieces! There was
+a doll, dressed just like a lady, and the prettiest little set of
+tea-things."
+
+"What do I care about hearing of such trash," cried old Janet. "Mrs.
+Poler had better spend her money on buying tea for them as wants it,
+than on giving children tea-cups no bigger than filberts."
+
+Annie was afraid to remind her Granny how kind Mrs. Poler had been in
+filling her own little apron with apples to carry home to old Janet, or
+to mention the hundredweight of coals which the lady had sent before
+Christmas. Annie only remarked, "I suppose that Mrs. Poler gives toys
+to her nieces because she loves them so much."
+
+"Giving toys when one has lots of money to buy them with is no great
+proof of love," cried the old woman. "When these little ladies had
+the smallpox, Mrs. Poler never so much as went near them, for fear of
+catching it."
+
+"Perhaps Mrs. Poler knew that she could not nurse them; not every one
+can nurse as you do, Granny," said the child. "What care you took of
+Joe when he had that bad fall down an area, and broke his poor leg, the
+very first month that he went into service in London."
+
+"Ah! Poor fellow, he slipped on the steps one cold, frosty day; and his
+master sent him all the way here to be nursed, for he knew that no one
+would look after him like his old Granny. Didn't I sit up three nights
+with my boy when the pain made the fever run high; and didn't I tear up
+my own handkerchiefs into bandages for his leg, and half starve myself
+to scrape up money to pay the doctor?"
+
+"Joe will never forget all you did," said Annie.
+
+"I hope that he'll give a proof now that he does not," began Janet,
+when she caught a sight through the window of some one coming up to the
+door. "Here's the postman at last!" she exclaimed, starting up from her
+seat in such a hurry that she knocked over her basket, and sent a good
+many of her nuts flying in every direction over her cottage floor.
+
+Annie flew to the door, the postman had no need to knock. "Here's the
+letter—the letter from Joe!" cried the little girl, joyfully, as she
+returned with the note. "I was sure, quite sure, that he would write
+soon!"
+
+"I hope that he has done something more than merely write," said Janet,
+looking very anxious, with mingled hope and fear in her face as she
+broke open her grandson's letter. When she had taken out the written
+sheet, instead of reading it, she shook it to see if any money-order
+would drop out, then looked into the empty envelope, and muttered in a
+tone of great disappointment, "I made sure of one pound at least! Did
+I not write to him that the rent must be paid to-morrow, or that we
+should both be turned out of doors."
+
+"Won't you read Joe's letter, dear Granny?" asked Annie; she was very
+anxious to hear it.
+
+"You read it to me, child, my eyes are getting dim with old age," said
+the old woman, giving her the note.
+
+Annie glanced up at her Granny, and saw that the dimness came from
+something besides age, for the eyes of Janet were brimful of tears
+which were ready to flow over.
+
+Annie read out as follows:—
+
+ "Dear Granny, I am very sorry indeed that the pig is dead, and you in
+such trouble, but I hope that things will be brighter soon. I have
+hardly a minute for writing, but will soon let you hear again. I wish
+you and Annie a happy New Year, and send lots of love to you both; from
+your loving grandson, Joseph."
+
+"Is that all?" asked Janet almost fiercely.
+
+"I have not missed a word," replied Annie. She spoke sadly for she was
+as much disappointed as her Granny could be, though she was not, like
+her, angry besides.
+
+"Then you may just fling that letter into the fire after the rotten
+nuts!" exclaimed Janet, trembling with vexation. "After all I wrote to
+him about the potatoes and the rent, to think of his not sending so
+much as a sixpence to his Granny, who nursed him when sick, and fed him
+and cared for him—ungrateful, selfish fellow that he is!"
+
+"Oh! Granny," interrupted the poor little sister, who could not bear to
+hear such hard words spoken of Joe.
+
+"He 'is' selfish," repeated old Janet. "Did he not buy himself a silver
+watch last summer, I guess that cost him a pretty bit of money, enough
+to clear off my debt for rent—and more. Think of his buying himself a
+watch, and leaving his Granny and his sister to be turned out of doors
+for want of a couple of pounds! 'Lots of love' he sends us, does he!
+I'd not give a crooked pin for such love! I like proofs, real proofs of
+love. I've given him many many such, though now he forgets them all!"
+Poor Janet put her thin hands before her face to hide the big drops
+that were now running fast down her wrinkled cheeks.
+
+"Granny, do let us 'trust' Joe," said Annie softly. "Perhaps he could
+not send any money, he may have spent all before he heard of your
+trouble."
+
+"He might have written so then," said Janet, drying her eyes. "No, no,
+in the fine big house in London he forgets all about the poor little
+cottage which was his home for many a day. While he feasts like a lord
+with meat twice a day, what does it matter to him if we have not so
+much as a bit of bacon even on Sundays? He might have thought of 'you,'
+Annie, my poor child, if my trouble was nothing to him."
+
+"I am 'sure' that Joe loves me," said Annie firmly, her cheeks flushing
+red at the thought that any one should doubt it.
+
+For Annie remembered the old times before Joe had first gone into
+service. He had been the kindest of brothers to his little sister, who
+was many years younger than he. Many a ride had Annie had on Joe's
+knee, or upon his shoulder. Many a sugar-plum or cake the generous boy
+had given to his sister instead of eating it himself. What pains Joe
+had taken to make for Annie a beautiful boat as a parting present!
+Annie had thought it then the prettiest boat in the world, and after
+six years she thought so still. There was the boat now on its shelf,
+always kept nicely dusted by Annie, and almost as good as new,
+reminding her every day of Joe.
+
+Oh! Young brothers, if you only knew how much power you have by words
+and deeds of kindness to make your little sisters happy, and win their
+lifelong love, you would not so often give pain to them when you might
+so easily give pleasure! Annie had never had from Joe one rough word,
+far less one thoughtless blow. He would far rather have hurt himself
+than have hurt his little sister. Annie looked up now at the boat, her
+brother's keepsake, and could not and would not doubt his love. She
+was quite able to trust him, and her greatest pain was to see that her
+grandmother did not.
+
+Perhaps my reader is inclined to think that Janet was a cross,
+ill-tempered old woman, proud of what she had done for others, and
+expecting others to do a great deal for her in return. And yet Janet
+was an honest and kind-hearted woman, one who loved her Bible, and
+never passed a Sunday without going to church. Janet feared God, and
+tried to obey His commandments, but she had not yet learned to trust
+His love. Janet let the wicked thought lurk in her heart that if the
+Lord really cared for her, He would not leave her to be so poor. And if
+old Janet thus dared to doubt the love of her heavenly Father, who can
+wonder if she doubted the love of earthly friends! This want of trust
+made every trial that came to her doubly heavy to Janet; this made her
+temper cross, and filled her with bitter thoughts.
+
+There are many who sin like Janet, without half the excuse which she
+had for her discontented spirit. Janet had had very great trials to
+bear. Once she had been well-off; she had lived with her good husband
+in a pretty thatched cottage, and had been as happy and contented a
+woman as any in the village. But in one year, poor Janet had lost both
+her husband and her married daughter,—and with an almost broken heart
+had received her two grandchildren into her home. Even that home was
+not to be left to her long.
+
+One day as the widow was returning from a distant field in which she
+had been helping to reap, she saw thick volumes of smoke rising from
+the direction of her cottage above the trees which hid it from view.
+With a feeling of fear she rushed forwards, and terrible was the sight
+which was soon before her eyes. Her pretty cottage was in flames, the
+thatch was burning fiercely, and though an engine had come from the
+town, and firemen and neighbours were doing their best to put out the
+fire, they could not succeed, and what was once a comfortable home was
+soon but a heap of ashes. Janet Jones was then, not only a widow, but a
+very poor widow, and hard work she had had to bring up the two orphan
+children left to her charge. These were no small troubles, and others,
+in Janet's place, might have been sorely tempted to murmur.
+
+"I wish that 'I' could give poor Granny some proof of love," thought
+little Annie. "But I have nothing to give, not one penny! To-morrow is
+New Year's day, and it will be such a sad day to her. Is there nothing
+that I could do to please her?"
+
+Now when we think hard to discover some way of pleasing a friend, we
+are pretty sure to find one.
+
+"I remember," said Annie to herself, "that there was a hymn which took
+Granny's fancy in a book which Mrs. Brown lent us to read last summer.
+Granny wished that I could write well enough to copy it out fair on the
+flyleaf of her large Bible. I can write now much better than I could
+then. I have no New Year's present to give, but I might copy out that
+hymn; I am sure that Mrs. Brown would lend me the book again if I asked
+her. But this is such a little, such a 'very' little thing to do for my
+Granny. Ah! I would do much more if I earned wages like Joe!"
+
+Copying out a hymn was a very little thing, but it was a "proof of
+love," and a proof that cost Annie some self-denial. She did not like
+writing at all, and she knew that it would take her hours to copy out
+six verses quite neatly, taking care not to make one blot. She resolved
+however to do so, and ran out again into the snow, and went over to
+Mrs. Brown's to ask her to lend her the book.
+
+Mrs. Brown had a large cheerful home, and four merry little children
+full of play.
+
+"Oh! Annie, we're so glad you've come!" cried the eldest, clapping her
+hands as Annie entered.
+
+"I hope you'll stop all day with us," said kind Mrs. Brown, who knew
+that the girl had a very dull home.
+
+"Oh! Yes,—stop, stop!" cried Charlie Brown. "We're to have roast beef
+and roley-poley, 'cause it's the last day in the year."
+
+"And grandfather's coming, and he tells us such famous stories,—we'll
+have games, and all sorts of fun!" exclaimed little Bess.
+
+Annie longed to stop to share the food and the fun. She hesitated, but
+only for a moment. She had real love for her Granny, and gave a proof
+of it at once.
+
+"No, thank you so much," she said, "but I cannot leave poor Granny to
+spend the last day of the year by herself."
+
+Annie soon returned to her cottage with the book containing the hymn.
+She got down the little bottle of ink, and a pen, and began her copying
+work, while old Janet sat gloomy and sad by the fire, never speaking a
+word except to abuse ungrateful Joe.
+
+It was well that Annie had to give much attention to what she was
+doing, so that she scarcely heard what her Granny was muttering to
+herself. The verses are so beautiful that they took up Annie's thoughts
+as she wrote. They are so suitable for the New Year that I will copy
+them out for my readers, as Annie did for her Granny. I wish that each
+would learn by heart the loving questions which the Saviour, in this
+hymn, asks alike of the old and the young:
+
+ "I gave My life for thee,
+ My precious blood I shed,
+ That thou mightest ransomed be,
+ And quickened from the dead.
+ I give My life for thee,
+ WHAT HAST THOU GIVEN FOR ME?
+
+ "I spent long years for thee,
+ In weariness and woe,
+ That one eternity
+ Of joy thou mightest know.
+ I spent long years for thee,
+ Hast thou spent ONE for Me?
+
+ "My Father's house of light,
+ My rainbow-circled throne,
+ I left for earthly night,
+ For wand'rings sad and lone.
+ I left it all for thee,
+ Hast thou left AUGHT for Me?
+
+ "I suffered much for thee,
+ More than thy tongue can tell,
+ Of bitterest agony,
+ To rescue thee from Hell.
+ I suffered much for thee,
+ WHAT DOST THOU BEAR FOR ME?
+
+ "And I have brought to thee,
+ Down from My home above,
+ Salvation full and free,
+ My pardon, and My love.
+ Great gifts I brought to thee,
+ WHAT HAST THOU BROUGHT TO ME?
+
+ "Oh! let thy life be given,
+ Thy years for Me be spent
+ World fetters all be riven,
+ And joy with suffering blent,
+ I gave MYSELF for thee,
+ Give thou THYSELF to Me?"
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+NEW YEAR'S morning dawned bright and clear; the pure snow gleamed like
+diamonds in the rays of the glorious sun, but old Janet rose with a
+heavy heart and a gloomy brow. She thought of the landlord calling for
+the rent; she thought of her neighbours in their merry homes, and of
+her grandson living in comfort in London; she thought of everyone being
+happy but herself. If Janet thought also of God, I fear that it was
+with little faith, little trust. She was so gloomy and sad that she did
+not even smile at poor Annie when they first met, or wish her a happy
+New Year.
+
+Annie watched her Granny as she went up to the table on which lay her
+large Bible open at the place where the child, as neatly as she could,
+had copied out the hymn. Annie saw her Granny take out her spectacles,
+slowly wipe them, put them on, and then sit down to read, as she always
+read while the water was boiling for breakfast.
+
+"I hope that Granny will be pleased," thought Annie. "I hope that she
+will like the hymn now as she did in the summer, and know that I copied
+it out as a little proof of my love. But dear me! What is the matter!
+Granny is crying—crying over the hymn!"
+
+For as the old woman read the Saviour's questions to her own heart,
+first her lip trembled, then her eyes dimmed with tears, and she had
+to take off her spectacles and wipe them before she could read any
+farther. At last, when she had reached the sixth verse, the poor old
+woman murmured to herself, "ungrateful sinner that I am!" and fairly
+burst into tears.
+
+"Oh! Granny, I never meant to write out anything to vex you, I never
+thought that hymn would make you cry!" exclaimed Annie, quite in
+distress.
+
+"Is it not enough to make me cry to think that my Lord has done all
+this for me, sinner that I am," sobbed old Janet, speaking not to
+Annie, but to herself, "to think that He should have given Himself for
+'me,' suffered for 'me,' died for 'me,' and that all the return which I
+made is to doubt Him now! What proof of love could the dear Lord have
+given more than He gave! He kept back nothing, not even His life! And
+I—I have been finding fault with a poor lad for forgetting the little
+kindness which I have shown, the little trouble which I have taken,
+while all the while I was ungrateful to the Lord, who has done for me a
+thousand—thousand times more than ever woman did for a child!"
+
+The words of the beautiful verses had indeed gone straight to the heart
+of Janet, and awoke in it sorrow and repentance, but other feelings
+besides. Janet felt love, grateful love to Him who had first loved her;
+and with love came peace, and hope, and trust, for He who had done so
+much for her soul would, as she now felt sure, never, never forsake her.
+
+Annie scarcely knew whether to be glad or sorry that she had written
+out the hymn. But she had soon something else to take up her attention.
+
+"Why, Granny, here's the postman coming again," cried out the child in
+surprise; for to have letters two days running was a thing which had
+never happened before to old Janet.
+
+Annie ran to the door to take in the letter, and returned with a face
+beaming with joy. "It's Joe's hand—he has written again," she cried, as
+she gave the note to her Granny.
+
+Janet had her spectacles on, and she opened the letter herself, but
+as she did so, a little paper dropped fluttering to the floor. Annie
+picked it up, and almost screamed with delight as she saw "three
+pounds" written on a post-office order.
+
+Janet clasped her wrinkled hands and softly exclaimed, "Thank God!"
+then with a trembling voice read aloud the following letter.
+
+ "Dear Granny, I had not enough money yesterday to get you clear out of
+trouble, and did not like to do more than let you know that I had got
+your note, till I should find how much my watch would sell for. I am
+pleased now to send £3; it is more than you will need for the rent, but
+I want you to have a real good dinner on New Year's day,—and please,
+with the rest of the money, buy a nice warm cloak for Annie, from me."
+
+Annie kissed her brother's letter again and again; her heart was full
+of love and joy.
+
+"I hope that it's not wrong," she said, smiling as she examined the
+post-office order, "but I can't help wishing that I could give such a
+'proof of love' as Joe has done."
+
+"Your little hymn has done as much—more for me than this money-order,"
+said old Janet, with a trembling hand taking the paper from the child.
+"This order shows me that I did wrong to doubt the love of my boy, but
+the hymn has shown me how faithless and sinful it was in me ever, for
+one moment, to doubt the love of my Saviour!"
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+
+<p>Transcriber's note: Unusual and inconsistent spelling is as printed.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image001" style="max-width: 33.8125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image001.jpg" alt="image001">
+</figure>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h1>PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM</h1>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b>[AND]</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b>[JOE'S LETTER]</b><br>
+<br>
+<em>[A New Year's Story]</em><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t1">
+BY A.L.O.E.<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+<em>Author of "The Claremont Tales,"</em><br>
+<em>"The White Bear's Den," &amp;c.</em><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image002" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image002.jpg" alt="image002"></figure>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+MARSHALL BROTHERS, LTD.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+LONDON, EDINBURGH.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3b">
+CONTENTS.<br>
+<br>
+——————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p><a href="#PAUL_H">PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#PAUL_Ch_1"><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">CHAPTER I. PAUL</span></a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#PAUL_Ch_2"><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">CHAPTER II. THE DREAM</span></a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#JOE_L">JOE'S LETTER</a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#JOE_Ch_1"><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">CHAPTER I.</span></a></p>
+
+<p><a href="#JOE_Ch_2"><span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">CHAPTER II.</span></a></p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b><a id="PAUL_H">PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM</a></b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+BY A.L.O.E.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image003" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image003.jpg" alt="image003"></figure>
+<p class="t4">
+<b>"It stops all fun!" cried Paul.</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b>PAUL HARLEY'S DREAM</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t1">
+A Tale.<br>
+<br>
+——————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<h3><a id="PAUL_Ch_1">CHAPTER I.</a></h3>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b><em>PAUL.</em></b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"I DO think it, and I will say it!" cried Paul Harley, with impatience.
+"Of all days in the week, a Sunday is the worst for New Year's Eve.
+It stops all fun, all larking, all hope of adventure. The New Year
+steals in like a thief when one is fast asleep in bed; unless, like
+that stupid fellow James Barton, one goes to some midnight service in
+church, to pray in the New Year, as he says. As if one had not had
+enough of that sort of thing all the Sunday!"</p>
+
+<p>"My dear boy—" began his grandfather, Silas Harley, an aged man, who
+sat with his arm leaning on the table, and his Bible before him.</p>
+
+<p>What Harley was going to say I cannot tell, for his grandson cut him
+short. Paul had been to school, and had learned many things there, of
+the knowledge of which he was not a little vain. But one thing, worth
+more than mere book-lore, he had not learned, which was to honour his
+father and his mother, which includes grandparents also. Paul was
+puffed up with pride, as a balloon is puffed out with gas.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image004" style="max-width: 30.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image004.jpg" alt="image004"></figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>He stood erect by the table, grasping the back of a chair, and looking
+down on the venerable man before him, whose white hair Paul should have
+honoured, with a saucy look, which seemed to say, "I don't want advice
+from you!"</p>
+
+<p>"I wish that I could do this year what I did on last New Year's Eve,"
+cried Paul. "A lot of us young fellows got on the top of a coach, and
+were off to Enfield for a spree at a farm. How the horses plunged
+through the snow; we were upset as nearly as could be!"</p>
+
+<p>"No great fun in that," observed Harley.</p>
+
+<p>"We had no end of snow-balling each other at Gale's farm, as long as
+daylight lasted," continued Paul; "and when night came on, we had
+dancing 'under the misletoe bough.' Ah! That night, what a merry one
+it was! We were just in the midst of a dance, hands round and down the
+middle, when the clock struck twelve, and in came the New Year!"</p>
+
+<p>"And Sunday too," observed old Mrs. Harley, who was seated by her
+husband. "I hope, Paul, that you left off your dancing?"</p>
+
+<p>Paul only, in reply, gave a saucy laugh, which pained his good
+grandparents. They had brought up the orphan boy ever since he had been
+a helpless baby, and had now, in return for their loving care, but
+disrespect and disobedience.</p>
+
+<p>On the year of which I am writing, the thirty-first of December fell
+on a Sunday, and it was on the evening of this Sunday that Paul stood
+talking to his grandparents in the little parlour of their home, in one
+of the suburbs of London.</p>
+
+<p>"We were sorry not to have you with us at church this morning, Paul,"
+observed Harley. The old man and his feeble wife had with no small
+difficulty made their way to the house of prayer, to praise their Maker
+for mercies received through the closing year, and to ask for His
+blessing on the year so soon to open. The New Year to one or both of
+them, as they thought, was likely to be the last, but neither of them
+feared to "go home" to the rest prepared for the people of God.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care to go to morning service," replied Paul, bluntly; "I take
+my ease, and lie late in bed on Sundays, at least in such freezing
+weather as this. But I mean to go to-night to seven o'clock service;
+for I like to see the church all lit up, with the gas-lights flaring on
+the evergreens and the wreaths with which it is decked. I like, too,
+the hymn which is to be sung, it has such a pretty tune." And without
+the least reverence of manner, Paul rather bawled out than sang the
+first lines of a well-known hymn—</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"'A few more years shall roll,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A few more seasons come,<br>
+&nbsp;And we shall be with those who sleep<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At rest within the tomb.'"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"Hush, my dear child, hush!" cried Mrs. Harley, with a shocked look.
+"You don't seem to think of the meaning of the words which you are
+singing."</p>
+
+<p>Paul took no notice of the gentle reproof. "It's time for me to be off
+to church," said he; "it must be just on seven; I think the bells have
+stopped their ringing. Don't stay supper for me; I'm going to Uncle
+Sam's after I've been at church; he's to have lobster salad for supper
+on New Year's Eve, and I like that a deal better than your porridge. I
+mean to stop the night at Uncle Sam's, and get some fun with his boys
+on New Year's morning."</p>
+
+<p>"Take your comforter!" cried the grandmother. "You're not the lad to
+stand sharp cold; remember that you nearly died of rheumatic fever last
+March!"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not going to coddle myself like an old woman!" exclaimed the boy.
+"Cold only catches those who have to creep like snails!" Paul took down
+his cap from its peg as he spoke, and went off to church, certainly not
+in a mood either to praise or to pray.</p>
+
+<p>The church was not full on New Year's Eve, for the weather was so
+extremely cold that some persons who would otherwise have come, dared
+not brave the piercing night air. Paul took his usual place in a dark
+part of the church, where he could see without being much seen. He sat
+during the prayers, and stared about him. Paul looked at the wreaths
+and the gas-lights, noticed the fashion of the ladies' bonnets, and
+amused himself with his own thoughts. There was no reverence either in
+the posture or in the spirit of Paul. He behaved himself in the house
+set apart for the worship of the Almighty as he would not have dared to
+behave in the Queen's palace; nay, as he would not have dared to behave
+in any gentleman's private dwelling.</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image005" style="max-width: 30.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image005.jpg" alt="image005"></figure>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>Paul's body was in church, but his heart was not there. Now he thought
+of to-morrow's sports, now of his lobster supper. Then the lad's
+thoughts took a more evil course. Malice and spite were shown in such
+reflections as these:—</p>
+
+<p>"I wonder how that James Barton can bear to stay up till midnight in a
+church! 'Pray in the New Year,' to be sure! That may be well enough for
+old folk, who are not likely to live many more years, but young chaps
+like James and me have fifty or sixty before us, and I can't see the
+use of all that praying. James wants to be thought better than any one
+else. He has given up playing skittles on Sundays, and has taken, I
+hear, to keeping a missionary-box. Catch me following his example! I've
+something better to do with my pennies.</p>
+
+<p>"I don't like James Barton at all. I have owed him a grudge ever since
+our quarrel in a field three years ago, when he got me into a scrape
+with a farmer's wife by saying I'd stolen her apples. I've been on the
+watch ever since to pay him off for that bit of mischievous meddling.
+If I did take the dame's apples, that was no business of his. Fine fun
+I had last summer, when I crept up unseen to the neat model of a ship
+which James had taken weeks to rig out, and tore her sails, and knocked
+a hole in her keel, while he was wandering about in the brushwood
+gathering flowers and ferns! I made off as soon as I had done the job,
+but I'd have liked to have seen the lad's face, when he came to the
+place where he had left his pretty ship, and found her lying broken
+and spoiled in the mud! I wonder if he guessed who had played him the
+trick? He did not see me, I'm sure of that, for I stole away like a
+fox. I suppose that James has now grown so mighty good that, had I
+smashed him instead of his ship, he'd have taken it as meek as a lamb.
+The next time that we meet, I'll try how he likes a box on the ear."</p>
+
+<p>But I will put down no more of the worse than idle thoughts which,
+even in church, passed through the mind of the boy. I have said quite
+enough to show that Paul did not for one moment reflect that he was
+in the presence of his Maker; that the eye of God was upon him; that
+his secret malice was laid bare unto Him who hath declared in His holy
+Word, "The thought of foolishness is sin," Prov. xxiv. 9.</p>
+
+<p>Paul only gave over making plans for teasing James when the clergyman
+gave out the hymn. We have seen that Paul was vain; and of nothing was
+he more vain than what he considered to be a very fine voice. A loud
+one it was, without doubt, and Paul took care that it should be heard
+all over the church.</p>
+
+<p>A lady, speaking of church music, once said to me, "It makes me tremble
+to hear the children sing." My readers may think these very strange
+words, but to my mind there was cause for the lady's feeling of fear.
+Oh, my young friends, have you ever thought how you may displease the
+Lord, even whilst singing a hymn! "Thou shalt not take the name of the
+Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who
+taketh His name in vain." Is it a light matter to sing of the glory
+of the Almighty, or the agonies of His dear Son, as carelessly as if
+you were but shouting out some idle ballad? A dark stain of sin was
+spreading over the soul of Paul as he boldly sang out, at the top of
+his voice, even words so solemn as these:—</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"''Tis but a little time,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And Christ the Lord shall come<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To take His ransomed people up<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To their eternal home.<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then, oh, my Lord, prepare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My soul for that great day;<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Oh, wash me in thy precious blood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And take my sin away!'"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>Paul's hymn-singing was a mockery; his very prayer was "turned into
+sin!" What thought he of the great Day of Judgment? What thought he of
+the "precious blood," of which he dared so loudly to sing?</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<h3><a id="PAUL_Ch_2">CHAPTER II.</a></h3>
+
+<p class="t3">
+<b><em>THE DREAM.</em></b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>THE hymn was over, and Paul sat down, but not to listen to a word of
+the sermon. Good and holy words were spoken, which touched most of the
+hearers' hearts, but they never reached the heart of Paul. The boy fell
+fast asleep in his dark corner of the church, and there he remained
+fast asleep till long after the sermon had been ended, and the blessing
+had been given by the preacher.</p>
+
+<p>Paul not only slept, but he dreamed—a strange and wondrous dream. The
+place in which he was seemed to widen, the roof to rise, till instead
+of a ceiling above him were clouds of glory, and beneath him a pavement
+of gold. There was music, but far sweeter, and more joyful than what
+Paul had heard in church. Instead of mortal men and women, shining,
+happy beings were around the dreamer, with starry crowns and waving
+wings, that glittered like jewels in the glorious light.</p>
+
+<p>But though all that Paul saw in his dream was beauty and gladness, he
+could not delight in the beauty, he could not share in the joy. Paul's
+heart felt nothing but dread. He did not belong to the happy band; he
+could not join in their song; he feared lest one of the shining ones
+should notice that he was there. Paul would fain have hidden himself,
+but had no place wherein to hide. Terror seized him when one of the
+beautiful angels drew near, and said, "What dost thou here?"</p>
+
+<p>Paul was dumb, and could not reply. The proud tongue which had so often
+repeated holy words without fear had lost all power to utter one now.</p>
+
+<p>Then Paul seemed to hear the sentence, "Thrust him forth into outer
+darkness!" And the start of terror which he gave awakened the boy from
+his dream.</p>
+
+<p>Paul found himself indeed in darkness. The lights in the church had
+all been put out; the worshippers had gone to their homes; no one had
+noticed the sleeping boy, and he had been locked into the church.</p>
+
+<p>Paul's first feeling was that of great surprise at finding the church
+so still and so dark; his next was that of alarm. He groped his way to
+the outer door. How still and dark the place seemed as he moved down
+the aisle! And, oh, how terribly cold! The clock struck nine just as
+Paul reached the great door. It was locked. Paul shook it, and shook
+it again, but had no power to force it open. He called as loudly as he
+could, but the church stood in the middle of a large churchyard, no
+house was near, and no one heard the boy's voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Some one will search for me, oh, surely some one will search!" cried
+Paul.</p>
+
+<p>He thought of his loving grandparents, who, old and feeble as they
+were, would be sure to brave the piercing cold if they know that their
+boy was in danger. But then another thought startled Paul. "Grandfather
+will think that I am at my uncle's; he will fancy me seated at his
+table beside a blazing fire."</p>
+
+<p>The contrast between his uncle's pleasant home, with its supper and
+cheerful blaze, made his present dreary position seem worse than ever
+to the hungry lad. But Paul tried to keep up his courage and warm his
+chilled frame by walking up and down the part of the church which was
+nearest to the door, stamping his feet and swinging his arms to keep
+out the cold.</p>
+
+<p>Ten o'clock struck. Paul counted each stroke on the bell. How loud and
+solemn was the sound!</p>
+
+<p>"Only ten!" muttered Paul. "I shall have to wait twelve whole hours
+before this church is opened to prepare for New Year's service! The New
+Year!" he repeated. "Oh! In how wretched a way I shall begin the New
+Year! I'll go to sleep in one of the pews, and so try to get over the
+time. The night grows colder and colder."</p>
+
+<p>Paul did snatch a short sleep, but awoke quite cramped and chilled, and
+with shoots of rheumatic pain, which frightened him more than anything
+else. It was one of the bitterest nights that had ever been known in
+England. The boy dared not sleep again lest he should bring back his
+dreadful rheumatic fever.</p>
+
+<p>When eleven o'clock struck, Paul's courage quite gave way. His limbs
+were trembling, his teeth were chattering, his blood seemed turning to
+ice. He remembered that his grandfather had read in the papers the day
+before that four persons had been found frozen to death.</p>
+
+<p>"What if I should die before morning!" thought Paul, and it was a
+terrible thought. "I am not fit to die, I am not fit to go to the
+beautiful place of which I was dreaming. Hark! What is that tinkling
+sound which I faintly hear? The bells of St. John's Church are ringing
+for the midnight service; James Barton will be hastening now to that
+church to pray in the New Year. Oh, that I could pray too!" It was the
+first time that such a wish had come into the mind of Paul. He had
+attended church service hundreds of times, but he had never really
+prayed in his life.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't pray, I can think of no words," groaned the poor boy, as he
+swayed his body to and fro; for he was afraid to remain quite still,
+and yet was almost too stiff and cold to move about freely. "Perhaps
+that hymn may serve as a prayer; I'll try a verse; it may help me to
+forget for a few minutes the misery that I am in."</p>
+
+<p>In a very different way from that in which he had sung a few hours
+before, Paul, with trembling voice, attempted to sing—</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"'Then, oh! my Lord, prepare<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;My soul for that great day.'"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>Paul felt that for him the great day might be near. He no longer felt
+sure of "fifty or sixty years" of life. He knew now that he had need of
+comfort, of help, of forgiveness. Paul clasped his numbed hands, and
+tears came into his eyes as he sang the words of entreaty—</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"'Oh! wash me in Thy precious blood,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;And take my sins away.'"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>But how much better was Paul's feeble prayer for mercy, than his late
+bold, careless singing of words so solemn and holy!</p>
+
+<p>Twelve o'clock struck. The New Year had come! Some in London were
+praying, many were sleeping, not a few, alas! were drinking in the
+Now Year. Again Paul tried to get warmth by walking about, but the
+frost was becoming more intense as the night advanced. The moon had
+now risen, and dimly shone through the frosted windows. Paul could
+distinguish some objects near him, such as the reading-desk, on which
+lay the large Bible, that Bible which had been read so often in his
+hearing, but to which he had never cared to listen.</p>
+
+<p>"If I live through this dreadful night, I will try to be a very
+different boy to what I have been," thought Paul Harley. "I will try to
+be more dutiful to my old grandparents; they have had little comfort in
+me. What would not I give now to be more like James, whom I despised
+for being so pious! There is no danger of his being driven into outer
+darkness. The angels will welcome him, for he loves the Lord whom they
+love."</p>
+
+<p>The weary, weary minutes stole on. It was now nearly one o'clock.
+Drowsiness was creeping over Paul, but he knew the danger of sleeping
+when the cold is intense; if he slept now, he might never waken again,
+or waken in torture.</p>
+
+<p>"I can only keep myself awake by singing," thought Paul. "I will sing
+that hymn over again, and try to think of the words, and to make them
+indeed a New Year's prayer."</p>
+
+<p>Paul sang, and this time loudly, for he was calling on God from the
+heart, and so threw his whole soul into the hymn.</p>
+
+<p>"Who is singing there—at this hour?" cried a voice from outside.</p>
+
+<p>Paul sprang to his feet with almost a cry of delight.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm Paul Harley—I'm locked in—I'm almost frozen!" he shouted with the
+utmost strength of his voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Paul Harley!" echoed the speaker without.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Run, run—quick as light—and get the key of the church!" cried Paul.</p>
+
+<p>"Trust James Barton for that!" cried the voice, and off rushed the
+speaker at full speed.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, it was James, who, returning from the church where he had prayed
+in the New Year, had taken his homeward way through the churchyard of
+that in which poor Paul was looked up. It was not James' shortest way
+home, but he had chosen it because St. Mary's church and churchyard
+would look, he thought, so beautiful in the moonlight, robed in their
+winter mantle of snow. James had been not a little surprised to hear
+the sound of Paul's hymn in a spot so lonely and quiet. But for that
+sound, James would have passed the church without suspecting that any
+one was shivering and starving within it.</p>
+
+<p>I have not space to describe how James ran, as if for his life, to the
+house of the clerk of St. Mary's, and rang so furiously at the bell,
+that the poor man, his wife, and all his family, thought that the place
+was on fire. It is enough to say that James was trusted with the church
+key, for his character was known to the clerk, and back he hastened to
+the church. The big key was turned in the lock, the heavy door swung
+back on its hinges, the imprisoned Paul was set free; and with what a
+hearty grasp of the hand did he thank his kind deliverer!</p>
+
+<p>"Come to our home for the rest of the night," said James; "mother will
+bid you heartily welcome, I'm sure of that. She is sitting up to give
+me my hot supper on my return from church, and I need not say how glad
+I shall be for you to share it."</p>
+
+<p>Very thankfully was the invitation accepted. Paul felt as if new life
+were poured into his frozen veins when he sat by a glowing fire, and
+drank hot steaming soup. Before he went to rest, he had confessed
+to James the wrong he had done him by spoiling his ship, and asked
+forgiveness for that and other acts of unkindness.</p>
+
+<p>"Let bygones be bygones," said James, smiling; "this is New Year's day
+you know; let us both resolve, by God's help, to begin it well, and
+make a better use of our time than we ever have done before."</p>
+
+<p>Paul did make the resolve, and earnestly and prayerfully tried to keep
+it. He was a better and happier being to the end of his life for his
+adventure on New Year's Eve.</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b>JOE'S LETTER</b><br>
+<br>
+<em>A New Year's Story</em><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p class="t1">
+BY A.L.O.E.<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+<em>Author of "The Claremont Tales,"</em><br>
+<em>"The White Bear's Den," &amp;c.</em><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image006" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image006.jpg" alt="image006"></figure>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+MARSHALL BROTHERS, LTD.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t4">
+LONDON, EDINBURGH.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b><a id="JOE_L">JOE'S LETTER</a></b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t3">
+BY A.L.O.E.<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter" id="image007" style="max-width: 25.3125em;">
+ <img class="w100" src="images/image007.jpg" alt="image007"></figure>
+<p class="t4">
+<b>"No, Granny, I can't see him."</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
+<p class="t2">
+<b>JOE'S LETTER</b><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="t1">
+A New Year's Story.<br>
+<br>
+——————<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<h3><a id="JOE_Ch_1">CHAPTER I.</a></h3>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>"GO again, child, and see if the postman ben't coming down the lane!
+It's past nine, sure he ought to be here!"</p>
+
+<p>This was the third time that old Janet Jones had sent her little Annie
+out into the snow, on the last day of the year. It was clear that the
+cottager was expecting the postman to bring her some very important
+letter indeed.</p>
+
+<p>"No, Granny, I can't see him," said Annie, as for the third time she
+came back from the road, shaking the flakes from her hair, and stamping
+the snow from her boots. "Perhaps our old clock is wrong."</p>
+
+<p>"Everything is wrong, I think," muttered Janet Jones, who was employed
+in taking some filberts out of a basket, to put in glasses to sell in
+her window. "Half these nuts are bad, and only fit for the fire!" And
+into the fire she flung some that were indeed but empty husks.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," went on the old woman, knitting her brows into very deep
+furrows, "the old year ends badly enough with me. The pig dead, the
+potatoes bad, the weather sharp, and the pocket empty. These be very
+hard times!"</p>
+
+<p>"But Joe, dear Joe, is sure to send you money, Granny," said Annie, who
+stood leaning against the wall. She did not sit down, for she expected
+soon to be sent a fourth time to look for the postman.</p>
+
+<p>"Joseph ought to," replied Janet, as sharply as if the child had said
+that her brother would send not a penny. "He, a great tall fellow,
+earning good wages, fifteen pounds a year, and everything found,
+feeding on the fat of the land, and dressed as smart as a goldfinch! It
+will be hard if he can't spare something for his poor old Granny in her
+need."</p>
+
+<p>"Joe will—I know that he will. He loves you so much," cried Annie.</p>
+
+<p>"We'll soon see how much," said old Janet, "words without deeds are
+like husks without seeds." And angrily she threw another rotten nut
+into the fire.</p>
+
+<p>Annie, to take off her grandmother's mind from her troubles, began to
+tell her what she had seen the day before at the Hall, when sent up
+with some work done for the ladies.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Granny, I wish you'd been with me yesterday, and seen the
+Christmas presents which Mrs. Poler has given her nieces! There was
+a doll, dressed just like a lady, and the prettiest little set of
+tea-things."</p>
+
+<p>"What do I care about hearing of such trash," cried old Janet. "Mrs.
+Poler had better spend her money on buying tea for them as wants it,
+than on giving children tea-cups no bigger than filberts."</p>
+
+<p>Annie was afraid to remind her Granny how kind Mrs. Poler had been in
+filling her own little apron with apples to carry home to old Janet, or
+to mention the hundredweight of coals which the lady had sent before
+Christmas. Annie only remarked, "I suppose that Mrs. Poler gives toys
+to her nieces because she loves them so much."</p>
+
+<p>"Giving toys when one has lots of money to buy them with is no great
+proof of love," cried the old woman. "When these little ladies had
+the smallpox, Mrs. Poler never so much as went near them, for fear of
+catching it."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps Mrs. Poler knew that she could not nurse them; not every one
+can nurse as you do, Granny," said the child. "What care you took of
+Joe when he had that bad fall down an area, and broke his poor leg, the
+very first month that he went into service in London."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! Poor fellow, he slipped on the steps one cold, frosty day; and his
+master sent him all the way here to be nursed, for he knew that no one
+would look after him like his old Granny. Didn't I sit up three nights
+with my boy when the pain made the fever run high; and didn't I tear up
+my own handkerchiefs into bandages for his leg, and half starve myself
+to scrape up money to pay the doctor?"</p>
+
+<p>"Joe will never forget all you did," said Annie.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that he'll give a proof now that he does not," began Janet,
+when she caught a sight through the window of some one coming up to the
+door. "Here's the postman at last!" she exclaimed, starting up from her
+seat in such a hurry that she knocked over her basket, and sent a good
+many of her nuts flying in every direction over her cottage floor.</p>
+
+<p>Annie flew to the door, the postman had no need to knock. "Here's the
+letter—the letter from Joe!" cried the little girl, joyfully, as she
+returned with the note. "I was sure, quite sure, that he would write
+soon!"</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that he has done something more than merely write," said Janet,
+looking very anxious, with mingled hope and fear in her face as she
+broke open her grandson's letter. When she had taken out the written
+sheet, instead of reading it, she shook it to see if any money-order
+would drop out, then looked into the empty envelope, and muttered in a
+tone of great disappointment, "I made sure of one pound at least! Did
+I not write to him that the rent must be paid to-morrow, or that we
+should both be turned out of doors."</p>
+
+<p>"Won't you read Joe's letter, dear Granny?" asked Annie; she was very
+anxious to hear it.</p>
+
+<p>"You read it to me, child, my eyes are getting dim with old age," said
+the old woman, giving her the note.</p>
+
+<p>Annie glanced up at her Granny, and saw that the dimness came from
+something besides age, for the eyes of Janet were brimful of tears
+which were ready to flow over.</p>
+
+<p>Annie read out as follows:—</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Dear Granny, I am very sorry indeed that the pig is dead, and you in
+such trouble, but I hope that things will be brighter soon. I have
+hardly a minute for writing, but will soon let you hear again. I wish
+you and Annie a happy New Year, and send lots of love to you both; from
+your loving grandson, Joseph."<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>"Is that all?" asked Janet almost fiercely.</p>
+
+<p>"I have not missed a word," replied Annie. She spoke sadly for she was
+as much disappointed as her Granny could be, though she was not, like
+her, angry besides.</p>
+
+<p>"Then you may just fling that letter into the fire after the rotten
+nuts!" exclaimed Janet, trembling with vexation. "After all I wrote to
+him about the potatoes and the rent, to think of his not sending so
+much as a sixpence to his Granny, who nursed him when sick, and fed him
+and cared for him—ungrateful, selfish fellow that he is!"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Granny," interrupted the poor little sister, who could not bear to
+hear such hard words spoken of Joe.</p>
+
+<p>"He 'is' selfish," repeated old Janet. "Did he not buy himself a silver
+watch last summer, I guess that cost him a pretty bit of money, enough
+to clear off my debt for rent—and more. Think of his buying himself a
+watch, and leaving his Granny and his sister to be turned out of doors
+for want of a couple of pounds! 'Lots of love' he sends us, does he!
+I'd not give a crooked pin for such love! I like proofs, real proofs of
+love. I've given him many many such, though now he forgets them all!"
+Poor Janet put her thin hands before her face to hide the big drops
+that were now running fast down her wrinkled cheeks.</p>
+
+<p>"Granny, do let us 'trust' Joe," said Annie softly. "Perhaps he could
+not send any money, he may have spent all before he heard of your
+trouble."</p>
+
+<p>"He might have written so then," said Janet, drying her eyes. "No, no,
+in the fine big house in London he forgets all about the poor little
+cottage which was his home for many a day. While he feasts like a lord
+with meat twice a day, what does it matter to him if we have not so
+much as a bit of bacon even on Sundays? He might have thought of 'you,'
+Annie, my poor child, if my trouble was nothing to him."</p>
+
+<p>"I am 'sure' that Joe loves me," said Annie firmly, her cheeks flushing
+red at the thought that any one should doubt it.</p>
+
+<p>For Annie remembered the old times before Joe had first gone into
+service. He had been the kindest of brothers to his little sister, who
+was many years younger than he. Many a ride had Annie had on Joe's
+knee, or upon his shoulder. Many a sugar-plum or cake the generous boy
+had given to his sister instead of eating it himself. What pains Joe
+had taken to make for Annie a beautiful boat as a parting present!
+Annie had thought it then the prettiest boat in the world, and after
+six years she thought so still. There was the boat now on its shelf,
+always kept nicely dusted by Annie, and almost as good as new,
+reminding her every day of Joe.</p>
+
+<p>Oh! Young brothers, if you only knew how much power you have by words
+and deeds of kindness to make your little sisters happy, and win their
+lifelong love, you would not so often give pain to them when you might
+so easily give pleasure! Annie had never had from Joe one rough word,
+far less one thoughtless blow. He would far rather have hurt himself
+than have hurt his little sister. Annie looked up now at the boat, her
+brother's keepsake, and could not and would not doubt his love. She
+was quite able to trust him, and her greatest pain was to see that her
+grandmother did not.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps my reader is inclined to think that Janet was a cross,
+ill-tempered old woman, proud of what she had done for others, and
+expecting others to do a great deal for her in return. And yet Janet
+was an honest and kind-hearted woman, one who loved her Bible, and
+never passed a Sunday without going to church. Janet feared God, and
+tried to obey His commandments, but she had not yet learned to trust
+His love. Janet let the wicked thought lurk in her heart that if the
+Lord really cared for her, He would not leave her to be so poor. And if
+old Janet thus dared to doubt the love of her heavenly Father, who can
+wonder if she doubted the love of earthly friends! This want of trust
+made every trial that came to her doubly heavy to Janet; this made her
+temper cross, and filled her with bitter thoughts.</p>
+
+<p>There are many who sin like Janet, without half the excuse which she
+had for her discontented spirit. Janet had had very great trials to
+bear. Once she had been well-off; she had lived with her good husband
+in a pretty thatched cottage, and had been as happy and contented a
+woman as any in the village. But in one year, poor Janet had lost both
+her husband and her married daughter,—and with an almost broken heart
+had received her two grandchildren into her home. Even that home was
+not to be left to her long.</p>
+
+<p>One day as the widow was returning from a distant field in which she
+had been helping to reap, she saw thick volumes of smoke rising from
+the direction of her cottage above the trees which hid it from view.
+With a feeling of fear she rushed forwards, and terrible was the sight
+which was soon before her eyes. Her pretty cottage was in flames, the
+thatch was burning fiercely, and though an engine had come from the
+town, and firemen and neighbours were doing their best to put out the
+fire, they could not succeed, and what was once a comfortable home was
+soon but a heap of ashes. Janet Jones was then, not only a widow, but a
+very poor widow, and hard work she had had to bring up the two orphan
+children left to her charge. These were no small troubles, and others,
+in Janet's place, might have been sorely tempted to murmur.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish that 'I' could give poor Granny some proof of love," thought
+little Annie. "But I have nothing to give, not one penny! To-morrow is
+New Year's day, and it will be such a sad day to her. Is there nothing
+that I could do to please her?"</p>
+
+<p>Now when we think hard to discover some way of pleasing a friend, we
+are pretty sure to find one.</p>
+
+<p>"I remember," said Annie to herself, "that there was a hymn which took
+Granny's fancy in a book which Mrs. Brown lent us to read last summer.
+Granny wished that I could write well enough to copy it out fair on the
+flyleaf of her large Bible. I can write now much better than I could
+then. I have no New Year's present to give, but I might copy out that
+hymn; I am sure that Mrs. Brown would lend me the book again if I asked
+her. But this is such a little, such a 'very' little thing to do for my
+Granny. Ah! I would do much more if I earned wages like Joe!"</p>
+
+<p>Copying out a hymn was a very little thing, but it was a "proof of
+love," and a proof that cost Annie some self-denial. She did not like
+writing at all, and she knew that it would take her hours to copy out
+six verses quite neatly, taking care not to make one blot. She resolved
+however to do so, and ran out again into the snow, and went over to
+Mrs. Brown's to ask her to lend her the book.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Brown had a large cheerful home, and four merry little children
+full of play.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Annie, we're so glad you've come!" cried the eldest, clapping her
+hands as Annie entered.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope you'll stop all day with us," said kind Mrs. Brown, who knew
+that the girl had a very dull home.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Yes,—stop, stop!" cried Charlie Brown. "We're to have roast beef
+and roley-poley, 'cause it's the last day in the year."</p>
+
+<p>"And grandfather's coming, and he tells us such famous stories,—we'll
+have games, and all sorts of fun!" exclaimed little Bess.</p>
+
+<p>Annie longed to stop to share the food and the fun. She hesitated, but
+only for a moment. She had real love for her Granny, and gave a proof
+of it at once.</p>
+
+<p>"No, thank you so much," she said, "but I cannot leave poor Granny to
+spend the last day of the year by herself."</p>
+
+<p>Annie soon returned to her cottage with the book containing the hymn.
+She got down the little bottle of ink, and a pen, and began her copying
+work, while old Janet sat gloomy and sad by the fire, never speaking a
+word except to abuse ungrateful Joe.</p>
+
+<p>It was well that Annie had to give much attention to what she was
+doing, so that she scarcely heard what her Granny was muttering to
+herself. The verses are so beautiful that they took up Annie's thoughts
+as she wrote. They are so suitable for the New Year that I will copy
+them out for my readers, as Annie did for her Granny. I wish that each
+would learn by heart the loving questions which the Saviour, in this
+hymn, asks alike of the old and the young:</p>
+
+<p class="poem">
+<br>
+"I gave My life for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My precious blood I shed,<br>
+&nbsp;That thou mightest ransomed be,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And quickened from the dead.<br>
+&nbsp;I give My life for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;WHAT HAST THOU GIVEN FOR ME?<br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"I spent long years for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In weariness and woe,<br>
+&nbsp;That one eternity<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of joy thou mightest know.<br>
+&nbsp;I spent long years for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;Hast thou spent ONE for Me?<br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"My Father's house of light,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My rainbow-circled throne,<br>
+&nbsp;I left for earthly night,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For wand'rings sad and lone.<br>
+&nbsp;I left it all for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;Hast thou left AUGHT for Me?<br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"I suffered much for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;More than thy tongue can tell,<br>
+&nbsp;Of bitterest agony,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To rescue thee from Hell.<br>
+&nbsp;I suffered much for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;WHAT DOST THOU BEAR FOR ME?<br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"And I have brought to thee,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Down from My home above,<br>
+&nbsp;Salvation full and free,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My pardon, and My love.<br>
+&nbsp;Great gifts I brought to thee,<br>
+&nbsp;WHAT HAST THOU BROUGHT TO ME?<br>
+&nbsp;<br>
+"Oh! let thy life be given,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thy years for Me be spent<br>
+&nbsp;World fetters all be riven,<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And joy with suffering blent,<br>
+&nbsp;I gave MYSELF for thee,<br>
+&nbsp;Give thou THYSELF to Me?"<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p><br><br></p>
+
+<h3><a id="JOE_Ch_2">CHAPTER II.</a></h3>
+
+<p><br></p>
+
+<p>NEW YEAR'S morning dawned bright and clear; the pure snow gleamed like
+diamonds in the rays of the glorious sun, but old Janet rose with a
+heavy heart and a gloomy brow. She thought of the landlord calling for
+the rent; she thought of her neighbours in their merry homes, and of
+her grandson living in comfort in London; she thought of everyone being
+happy but herself. If Janet thought also of God, I fear that it was
+with little faith, little trust. She was so gloomy and sad that she did
+not even smile at poor Annie when they first met, or wish her a happy
+New Year.</p>
+
+<p>Annie watched her Granny as she went up to the table on which lay her
+large Bible open at the place where the child, as neatly as she could,
+had copied out the hymn. Annie saw her Granny take out her spectacles,
+slowly wipe them, put them on, and then sit down to read, as she always
+read while the water was boiling for breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that Granny will be pleased," thought Annie. "I hope that she
+will like the hymn now as she did in the summer, and know that I copied
+it out as a little proof of my love. But dear me! What is the matter!
+Granny is crying—crying over the hymn!"</p>
+
+<p>For as the old woman read the Saviour's questions to her own heart,
+first her lip trembled, then her eyes dimmed with tears, and she had
+to take off her spectacles and wipe them before she could read any
+farther. At last, when she had reached the sixth verse, the poor old
+woman murmured to herself, "ungrateful sinner that I am!" and fairly
+burst into tears.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh! Granny, I never meant to write out anything to vex you, I never
+thought that hymn would make you cry!" exclaimed Annie, quite in
+distress.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it not enough to make me cry to think that my Lord has done all
+this for me, sinner that I am," sobbed old Janet, speaking not to
+Annie, but to herself, "to think that He should have given Himself for
+'me,' suffered for 'me,' died for 'me,' and that all the return which I
+made is to doubt Him now! What proof of love could the dear Lord have
+given more than He gave! He kept back nothing, not even His life! And
+I—I have been finding fault with a poor lad for forgetting the little
+kindness which I have shown, the little trouble which I have taken,
+while all the while I was ungrateful to the Lord, who has done for me a
+thousand—thousand times more than ever woman did for a child!"</p>
+
+<p>The words of the beautiful verses had indeed gone straight to the heart
+of Janet, and awoke in it sorrow and repentance, but other feelings
+besides. Janet felt love, grateful love to Him who had first loved her;
+and with love came peace, and hope, and trust, for He who had done so
+much for her soul would, as she now felt sure, never, never forsake her.</p>
+
+<p>Annie scarcely knew whether to be glad or sorry that she had written
+out the hymn. But she had soon something else to take up her attention.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Granny, here's the postman coming again," cried out the child in
+surprise; for to have letters two days running was a thing which had
+never happened before to old Janet.</p>
+
+<p>Annie ran to the door to take in the letter, and returned with a face
+beaming with joy. "It's Joe's hand—he has written again," she cried, as
+she gave the note to her Granny.</p>
+
+<p>Janet had her spectacles on, and she opened the letter herself, but
+as she did so, a little paper dropped fluttering to the floor. Annie
+picked it up, and almost screamed with delight as she saw "three
+pounds" written on a post-office order.</p>
+
+<p>Janet clasped her wrinkled hands and softly exclaimed, "Thank God!"
+then with a trembling voice read aloud the following letter.</p>
+
+<p class="letter">
+<br>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Dear Granny, I had not enough money yesterday to get you clear out of
+trouble, and did not like to do more than let you know that I had got
+your note, till I should find how much my watch would sell for. I am
+pleased now to send £3; it is more than you will need for the rent, but
+I want you to have a real good dinner on New Year's day,—and please,
+with the rest of the money, buy a nice warm cloak for Annie, from me."<br>
+<br>
+</p>
+
+<p>Annie kissed her brother's letter again and again; her heart was full
+of love and joy.</p>
+
+<p>"I hope that it's not wrong," she said, smiling as she examined the
+post-office order, "but I can't help wishing that I could give such a
+'proof of love' as Joe has done."</p>
+
+<p>"Your little hymn has done as much—more for me than this money-order,"
+said old Janet, with a trembling hand taking the paper from the child.
+"This order shows me that I did wrong to doubt the love of my boy, but
+the hymn has shown me how faithless and sinful it was in me ever, for
+one moment, to doubt the love of my Saviour!"</p>
+
+<p><br><br><br></p>
+
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