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SEP 14 1992

SEP 14 1992






peesbyt;^rian board op publication,


Entered, aceorJing to the Act of Congress, in the year 1855, hy


in the Clerk*s Office of the District Court for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.



We present to our readers a pleasant miscellany, compiled for their
instruction and amusement, and adorned 'witli engravings exhibiting no
ordinary artistic skill. It is hoped that it will be found an agreeable
treat, suitable not only for one season of the year, but for every season —
not only for one class of readers, but for all. While its mechanical execu-
tion renders it an ornament for the centre -table, its varied contents,
combining history, biography. Scripture illustration, poetry, and moral
and religious teachings, give it a peculiar adaptation for family reading
in a -ffinter evening. The young will find they have not been neglected.

We must acknowledge our great obligations, in preparing this volume, to
a periodical publication of the London Religious Tract Society, entitled,
"The Sunday at Home."

If it should be found that any of the articles in this volume are originally
from the pens of American authors, our apology for not giving due credit
must be, that they appear in the above volume without any indication of
their original source.

The Editor of the Board.


The Bible Colporteur, or the fruit found after manj' days 7

Let not our Spirits droop. — Poetry 11

Footsteps of Paul in Italy 1-

That Land. — Poetry 21

The Danger of Delay -

Sale of Joseph by his Bretliron 23

Joseph in Prison 27

The two Fountains. — Poetry 32

The Fig-tree 37

Lessons by the Seaside 42

The Mummy Wheat. — Podry 48

Glimpses of the Pil;;rim Fathers 51

Communion with the Dead. — Poetry 57

Piety upon a Throne 59

St. Paul loosing from Troas. — Poetry C4

The Lingerer 70

The Dying Soldier. — PocC^v/ 73

The Little Mendicant '74

The Reformation — Luther's ninety-five Theses nailed to the Church door 70

The Contented Man. — Poetry 82

The Leadings of Divine Providence 83

The Soul-lit Eye. — Poetry 80

Claude Brousson 87

A Name in the Sand. •— Poetry 02

The Death Sccna. — Poetry 03

The Lost Bells 94

The Last Night in this World ; or, the Wreck of the Pegasus 97




The Sabbath made for Uan— Poetry 106

Frederick II. and Ziethen 108

The Missionary Pedler of the Vaudois 113

The Shepherd Lad. 117

Best — Poclri/ 1 -

" AVatching for the Morning." 124

The Palm Tree 133

The Lost Son Found 134

The Transformed Island 140

The Uninvited Guest, and the Two Debtors 102

The Lord hath need of thee — Poetry 107

Illustrations of Self-conquest 108

The Shipwrecli 172

The Swearer Rebuked by a Child 176

The Children's Walk 179

August Hermann Franoke 184

An Incident from Real Life 191

The Christian Race — Poetry 195

Christianity in the Hour of Danger 196

A Sunday at Nazareth 203

Smyrna and its Martyr 208

The Sunday Bower 214

Lost but Found 218

John Jaenicke, Pastor of the Bethlehems Church, Berlin 224

The Swollen River; or, the Escape of a Huguenot Family 236

Anecdotes of Dr. Judson 253



fk §il)Ie (tolprtcur, or the ^(niit foniib "after m\\\) ga;

T was evening again — a smnmer's evening; and a
stranger, invited perhaps by the open door of a neat and
comfortable cottage, paused, and then entered. An aged
female sat b}^ the window, employed in spinning. Marks
of sorrow might be traced on her features ; and
poverty was to be seen in somewhat painful contrast
with a few relics of former prosperity. It was not poverty', however,
that caused the present sorrow. On a couch in the apartment lay a
young man, emaciated by long illness, slowly but surely sinking in
hopeless decline. He was the onl}- son of his mother, and she was a

The stranger looked around him as he stepped over the threshold,
and comprehended at a glance the principal features of the scene.

"The Lord be gracious to you," he said, speaking kindl}', and respect-
fully saluting the aged woman ; " and may all your troubles work
together for good to you," he added.

In a moment, the look of grief on the countenance of the widow was
exchanged for a bright smile of joy; and the invalid raised himself from
his pillow.


8 ? 11 T F L I OF E N T E K T A I N JI E N T

"Enter, enter," he said, in a feeble voice of pleasure; "if you love
the Lord Jesus Christ, you are welcome ; 0, how welcome !"

"And do you love the Lord Jesus Christ?" asked the stranger, as he
approached the bedside.

A happy smile played on the invalid's lips as he reached out his thin,
nerveless hand, and pressed that of the unknown visitor. " ' We love
him,' he said, 'because he first loved us.' "

"Happy are they who know that of a truth," rejoined the stranger,
whose countenance showed his glad surprise ; " I knew not that I should
find ill this benighted village, a brother and sister in Christ. How comes
this to pass?"

The young man laid his hand on a Bible by his bedside. The motion
was expressive ; no words were needed.

Meanwhile the aged woman had risen, and had spread a table for the
refreshment of the stranger. " It is but a crust, and a cup of water,"
she said; "but welcome to it, in His name; for you, too, love our

"I do, indeed," he replied, "and as a disciple I receive with gladness
and love what is given in the name of a disciple. And has it been
always thus with you ?"

"Ah no, no," said the woman ; " time was, and not long ago, that I
was ignorant of Christ's righteousness, and went about to establish my
own ; for I knew nothing of the blessed book which priests try to keep
from us."

"And I," said the dying man — "ah, sir, I scoffed at all religions, and
hated the book of which I knew nothing."

"And may I ask," inquired the stranger, "by what means so happy a
change has been produced ?"

"I will tell you," said the mother; "it was three years ago that a
poor man, a Bible colporteur, came into our village, and could find no
resting-place — for all the people looked upon him with scorn. Even
at the inn, he was refused food and shelter. My husband was by, and


heard it ; and though ho was no hctter friend to the Bihle than the rest
of tlie villagers, God put it in his heart, sir, to pity the poor traveller;
and he brought him home. Ah, sir, I felt very angry when I saw who
was to be our guest ; but poor Pierre would not have me abuse him,
though I grn(]god every mouthful he ate."

"And I," interposed the invalid, "insulted him by laughing at his
religion, and showing how I hated the Bible. But God has shown me
my sin, and forgiven mo ; blessed be his name for his great mercy !"

"The poor man," resumed the widow, "seemed greatly distressed,
and after he went to bed we heard him in prayer for our poor souls ; but
this only made me more angry, for I did not want a heretic to pray for
me; and when the next morning camo, I was glad to see him go awaj-.
I thought then that I never would have another heretic for a guest.
But poor Pierre was more kind; he would not take anything for the
night's lodging, only the man would leave a iSTew Testament, in remem-
brance of his visit. Very angry I was, when I know this. And I was
more angry and frightened still, when I found that Antoine liad gone
out to meet the colporteur on the road, and had bought one of his

"Ah, sir," said the invalid, "when I was wickedly talking against the
blessed book, the evening before, the man turned to me, and asked if I
had ever read it for myself. That came home to me, sir; fori never
had opened a Bible, and oidy spoke of it from what I had heard others
say ; and they, perhaps, had never read it either. So, that I might
not have to confess my ignorance another time, I determined to have a
Bible of my own."

"It was the Lord's doing," observed the stranger, thoughtfully. "lie
leads the blind by a way that they know not."

"You may say that truly, sir," continued the woman. "It was not
long after tlie colporteur was with us, that my poor Pierre was taken ill,
and had to keep his bed. He never rose from it again ; but, by God'a
mercy, he was not taken away from us for many months. He wanted


something to amuse liira while he lay; and one day he told me to get
the Testament which the man had given him. lie would have it, sir;
and he read it day after day, till he became so interested in it, that from
morning to night the book was in liis hands. It pleased God, sir, to
give his blessed S[iirit to open his heart to the truth ; and at last he
said to me, 'Margarette, we are all going wrong; the priests have been
taking away the key of the kingdom of God, and are trying to keep us
out.' "

"God be praised, sir; I listened to m}' husband's words, and let him
read to me; and at last my eyes were opened too; and then I found
how, all my life, I had been trusting to an arm of flesh, and was looking
to be saved by saints, and angels, and priests, instead of b}- the Lord
Jesus Christ alone. Oh, sir, that was a good day when salvation came
to our house ! And then we thought of poor Antoine ; but the Lord
was merciful to us there, sir."

"I read the Bible when I had got it," said the sick man, earnestly;
"and the Lord was pleased to bring down my proud thoughts and high

"My liusband died," resumed the weeping woman; "and his last
words were to the eifect that he had found salvation, and was going to
the Saviour. And now, poor Antoine is ill "

"lie can say the same, mother," interposed the young man ; "I shall
not be with you much longer, dear mother; but I know whom I have
believed; and I am read}- — blessed be his name — ready: and when I
am gone, Jesus will comfort you."

"He will ; he does; it is all in love that he suffers us to be afflicted,"
replied the aged mother.

" ' Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing !' you can say that, then ?" inter-
posed the stranger.

" Oh, yes, for do we not know that 'all things work together for good
to them that love God?'"

The traveller, before he departed, united with mother and son in


earnest supplication and tlianksgiving, ami tlicn went his way, prohal)ly
to see them no nidre. But ho went on liis wa}' rejoicing, for he had
learnoJ a lesson of oncouragcnKMit to effort in the service of his Saviour,
and to praj-er for those influences without which Paul might phxnt, and
Apollos water, in vain.

"lie that goeth forth, and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall
doubtless come again rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."

f ct wat our .^'pirits iiraoiJ.

Let not our spirits droop ! the wintry blast
]]ut lately through the verdant forests passed;
Each tree was of its foliage bereft,
And gloomy skeletons alone were left ;
But smiling spring soon conieth, to restore
Not only what the winter lost — but more.

Let not our spirits droop! The frailest flower
That lent its beauty to tlie summer bower,
Tlien vanished from the earth, and left no trace.
Yet springs again in its appointed place;
Their gloomy season is but for a while —
God gives the word, and earth again will smile.

Let not our spirits droop ! Insect and bird
No longer in their joyful songs are heard;
But their sweet melodies, through every grove,
Again will pour out gratitude and love;
Wo must the general lot of nature share —
Seasons of gloom as well as joy to bear.


Let not our spirits droop ! The same high Tower
That clothes again the forcst-trce and flower,
That frees the fountain from its icy chain,
And wakes the melody of birds again.
Supports us also through the hour of woe.
And in fit season will new joys bestow.

footsteps Df paul in Italn.

F all the Listorical associations wliich cluster round
•f^ so many spots in Ital}', none are more interesting
to the Christian mind than those coimected with the
apostle Paul. It is a great advantage to get vivid
ideas of facts: and, in addition to many of a classi-
cal nature, which now exist for us as they never did
hefore, we have recentl}- gained, in a visit to that most beautiful penin-
sula, a freshness of impression with regard to Paul's voyage and journey
to Rome, such as we would fain impart to our readers, with the hope ■
that it will increase their interest in reading the 28th chapter of the Acts
of the Apostles.

Looking at the deep hlue waters of the Mediterranean night after
night, and once meeting with rough weather, how real the story of his
adventures seemed to us. There he suffered shipwreck ; there neither
sun nor stars for many days appeared. \Yith the gospel on his lips and
in his heart, he went a pi'isoner to stand before Ca?sar, and, conscious
of the value of that treasure, and of his own divine mission to convey it,
but especially assured by a vision from heaven, he knew that the storm
which drove him up and down the Adriatic could not harm him, his
confidence being reasonable and wise, because founded on a divine

A X D r N S T U U C T I K . 13

pronjise, and therefore not like tlie idle vaunt of Lini •\\]io predicted
security to bis vessel because it carried Ciesar and bis fortunes. Tbat
Alexandrian sbip, the "Castor and Pollux," coming from Syracuse and
then from Ebegium, with a south wind in a single day to Putcoli,
becomes as veritable, to one who stands on its ancient mole, as any oi"
the Italian craft which still sail into that harbour.

The modern name is Pozzuoli, and the place lies a few miles to tho
north of ^Naples. It is now much decayed, but traces of its former mag-
nificence may be seen in its various ruins. Among these may be
particularly noticed the Temple of Scrapis, a quadrilateral structure with
a circular temple in the middle ; and an extensive ampliitlicatre at tlie
back of the modern town, with vast substructions, cljamljers and passages
being constructed underneath the very arena, and lighted from above by
apertures, in the upper floor on which the exhibitions took place. The
seaport is of Syrian origin, and was of great importance in the days of
the apostle. It has been called the Liverpool of ancient Italy, whither
went the vessels from the coast of Africa, laden with corn and other
commodities; while on its quays, ambassadors and armies embarked for
their several stations on the ^Mediterranean coasts.

Near to Pozzuoli is Baiie, now desolate, but crowded with ruins, once
the most splendid, gay, and dissolute of watering-places. The old
wave-beaten mole, of Roman workmanship, still existing in part, is
probably the same as that to which the " Castor and Pollux" would be
moored on the completion of its voyage. Seventeen piers remain, and
crumbling steps down into the water are there ; and how we thought of
the scene witnessed on the spot at Paul's landing, as we gathered some
of the sea-weed, which grows luxuriantly, and with tenacious roots, ou
the blocks of the well-known Pozzolana.

A road anciently ran from the port to the great Apjiian Way, connect-
ing Rome with the southern part of Italy. We can trace it still, in the
pavement of lava, through the pass of ilonte Barbaro, the marks of
chariot-wheels not being yet obliterated. When Paul departed along


this road to the imperial cit^-, he would receive the afiectiouate fiirewells
of the Christian brethren, who, as we learn from the Acts, had greeted
his arrival and besought him to tarry with them seven days. Tombs
lined the streets for some distance outside the walls of the town, as was
then the customary arrangement in the neighbourhood of Roman towns.

At Capua, the branch road from Puteoli joined the Appian Way, and
there the little band would find themselves plunged into the thicker
bustle of the great thoroughfare leading from Brundisium to the capital.
Many a chariot^ many a palanquin, many a horseman, many a laden
wain, many a humble carriage, many a traveller on foot, would be
passed or met, as Paul and Luke, and Julian the officer, and the rest of
the party, wended their way.

From Capua the road runs to Tcrracina — Anxur it was called in the
time of the apostle. It was a beautiful 'May morning when we passed
through this line of country, and the remembrance of the prospects
which came and went, as the vetturino quietly drove us along, will ever
live in our imagination. "We still see the bright green sides of the valley
near St. Agata, speckled with olives, and the vinos hanging from branch
to branch like spiders' webs — and the glorious Apennines, on the way
to Gaeta, white as silver, lifting up their heads behind the nearer hills,
enclosing orchards of fig-trees, and pleasant fields where "the dove-
coloured steers were ploughing up and down among the vines." The
aspect of the country would be difierent when Paul passed through it.
It was very early in the spring. " The vines and elms would have a
wintery appearance, but the traces of spring would be visible in the
willows, among which the Liris flows in many silent windings, from the
birthplace of Marius in the mountains, to the city and the swamps by the
sea, which the ferocity of his maturer life has rendered illustrious." *

Mola de Gaeta, the chief halting-place nextto Capua, on the road to
Tcrracina, is one of the most beautifully situated places on the face of
the earth. Kever shall we forget the view which broke upon us there,
•■ " Life and Epistles of Paul," bj Conybeare, vol. ii. p. 367.


as WQ oponoJ our window hi tlic early morning. There lay one of the
fairest and most brightly emblazoned leaves of that wonderful book of
nature, which our Heavenly Father has spread out before Iiis children
here on earth, and which he has taught us, by his holy word, to read
with other eyes than mere nature or reason can ever give. How noble
are the forms of the distant mountains to the south — of the promontory
of Gaeta to tlie north, with its long lines of white houses — of the curved
sweep of the shore, constituting together one of the finest bays iu the
world ; and how gorgeous are the colours of the deep blue water and the
deep blue sky, and the green gardens of orange-trees, washed by the
sea-waves, and the clusters of golden fruit, all lighted up by an Italian
sun. Cicero had a villa here, his Formiau villa. Here he walked and
talked with Scipio; here too he was murdered by a man who owed his
life to his victim's eloquence. Roman architecture would adorn the
spot when Paul passed through it. We cannot imagine him iudilferent
to what he saw. With more than an artist's, more than a poet's, more
than a historian's thought would he look on tho^^e forms and colours,
and on those classical associations. All would be seen in the grand light
of divine truth ; all would be connected with the work of the Creator,
and the way of the Lord of providence ; and we feel it to be no unnatural
picture, when we fancy Paul there looking over the bay, and repeating
with deep emotion his own sublime words, "Of him, and through him,
and to him are all things, to whom be glory for ever."

The road leaves the sea at Gaeta, and Paul travelled over the Ccccu-
ban hills, yielding abundance of vines from their stony soil. The passes
•which we crossed were deeply interesting, though in some parts dreary
and solemn ; rendered, especially towards nightfall, additionally so by
the remembrance of the deeds of violence often committed hereabouts,
by the brigands who used to haunt the region — a race which, though
considerably checked and reduced, is not yet quite extinct, so that it
would not be safe travelling there, even in the present day, w'ere it not
for the picquets of soldiers that guard the road.

16 r K T F L I OF E N T K 11 T A I X M E N T

Fondi, on the Keapolitau frontier, stands iu the old Appian Way,
another pohit, consequently, in which we felt ourselves to be in company
■(.vith the apostle. AYc travelled on, still keeping to the ancient road,
close to the sea, the mountains rising boldly to the right. The narrow
pass approaching Terraeina is famous as the stronghold of Fubius Maxi-
mus in the second Funic war, when he held the defile against the
passage of Hannibal. Terraeina itself is another of the spots on this
road distinguished for its scenery and associations, the latter, however,
belonging chiefly to a period subsecpient to the era of the apostle. Yet
it was in his time a groat naval port; Eomau navies rode there in safety,
and the rings are still visible to which the sailors used to moor their
galleys. One of the most prominent buildings there at present is the
papal palace, the retreat of I'ius VI. —an object which calls up thoughts
of the marvellous change which time and corruption have wrought in
the nominal Church of Christ. Could Paul have been told, as he entered
what are now the Papal dominions, that one, calling himself the succes-
sor of his brother apostle Peter, the Galilean fisherman, would be sove-
reign lord of that territory, and claim the highest prerogatives of a
temporal prince — it might well have startled him.

The Pontine Marshes begin soon after we leave Terraeina, or Anxnr,
and they extend for thirty-six miles. Their insalubriousncss and want
of cultivation have given them a world-wide celebrity; and it is certainly
very wearisome and fatiguing to cross the tame, dead level road, hy the
side of the canal, except that one keeps thinking, every now and then,
of the illustrious traveller whose footsteps we are endeavouring to help
our readers to trace. At the end of the canal occurred the little incident
recorded by Luke, which we shall now halt awhile to notice: "So we
went towards Rome ; and from thence, when the brethren heard of us,
they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum and the Three Taverns,
whom when I'aul saw, he thanked Cod and took courage."

The reverence felt for sacred Scripture is often improperly made to
influence our notions of those who are described to us in its pages, as


tbougla they were altogetlier aljovo tlic walks of Imniaiiity. They aie
looked upon as lifted up to a height where they have little, if anything,
in common with ourselves. They are less regarded as j^ersons sur-
rounded by the usual circumstances of human life, and as partaking in
the anxieties of the human heart, than as wonderfully gifted, honoured
individuals, having very extraordinary offices to perform in the world,
and extraordinary thoughts and feelings about everything. Paul and
the rest had indeed a miraculous knowledge of divine truths, but he and
they were " men of like passions with ourselves." To dwell upon one
side of their characters is pernicious. 'No doubt it was the almost exclu-
sive meditation upon the apostles' superhuman endowments, ciforts, and
honours, which so earl}- led to the mischievous habit of looking upon
them, and such as were like them, in the light of saints — distinctly and
exelusivehj so. They were separated from the rest of the faithful They
were exalted into a wonderful class. Reverence for them grew so as to
absorb all sympatbj' with them. They came to be worshipped. They
were no more brethren in Christ. They were fathers, lords, mediators.
We believe that the idolatry of the Roman Catholic church arose very
ranch out of this feeling. "We believe, too, that among Protestants the
feeling, which is the germ of that idolatr\-, may now be found.

The little story, then, just quoted, is of great importance, inasmuch as
it reminds us of the bond of brotherhood which binds us and one of
the greatest of God's servants together, and makes us feel that there are
deep grounds of sympathy between him and ourselves. For the histo-
rian's words convo}- to us the idea that Raul was at the time depressed.
His thanking God and taking courage imjsly that ho wanted encourao-e-
rnent. And it is not an idle speculation, as will bo presently seen, if
we endeavour to form some idea of what might occasion his depression.
The scenery through which he had passed had probably somothino- to
do with it. The marshiness of the place is vcp}- depressing — the more
so to a traveller going to Rome, from the contrast it exhibits to the
glorious scenery preceding it. \"ariegatcd prospects, full of hills and

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