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perished. It was just he should—that he who had hushed the voice of kindly warning should perish unwarned.
We never see a man or a boy trying to persuade another to do something his conscience is telling him is wrong, without thinking of his fate who silenced the warning bell in these stormy seas.
THE INCHCAPE BELL.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
Without either sign or sound of their shock,
The worthy abbot of Aberbrothock
His eye was on the bell and float:
The boat is lowered, the boatmen row,
Down sank the bell with a gurgling sound,
Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away,
So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky,
“ Canst hear,” said one, “the breakers roar ?
They hear no sound, the swell is strong ;
Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair,
GOOD FOR EVIL.
" HE shall repent of it, if I die for it,-he shall !” passionately exclaimed Philip, as he wiped the blood from his face, after a fight in which he had had the worst. “I'll make him repent it!”
Why, what is the matter ?" said his aged grandfather, who, attracted by the noise of the quarrel, had unperceived approached the angry boy.
“Look what he has done !" cried Philip, pointing to a beautiful little model of a ship, which lay crushed and destroyed in the mud. “It has been my work for a month past; I had just finished it; and see—," The poor boy could not finish his sentence ; grief and passion choked his voice; but again he muttered between his teeth,—"I'll make him repent it!”
But why did he spoil your model ?” “Oh! lie is full of spite and malice,—he always
We hate one another ! He trampled on my ship, so of course I struck him,—and we fought,and he was the stronger! But I'll have my revenge
" Come into the house," said the old man quietly, « and let us examine
hurts." As soon as this was done, and the boy's head bound up, his grandfather laid his hand on the shoulder of Philip, and with a grave look began :
"I see that your face is not very much hurt; now I must look to a more serious wound.”
“What do you mean ?” said the boy.
“Must I remind you, that 'the fruit of the Spirit is love .
peace . gentleness .. meekness'?" "Oh! one can't put up with everything! I don't hate those who don't hate me; nor harm those who don't insult me; but I want justice, nothing but justice !"
"If you receive nothing but justice, my boy, a terrible portion will be yours. For my part, I have learned to ask mercy; without it, I could never reach heaven.”
“You mean mercy from God: I know that we al). need that,” said Philip ; “but that has nothing to do with my quarrel with Ben!”
“It has much to do with it,” replied the old man:
Forgive, and ye shall be forgiven'” (Luke vi. 37).
“ It is a very difficult thing to do,” said Philip, thoughtfully.
“It is a thing which must be done,” replied his grandfather : “ If ye forgive not men their trespasses, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.'
The next morning, Philip met his grandfather with a calmer spirit. “I have thought over my quarrel with Ben," said he. “I had intended to let fly his canary, or to do him some mischief or other; but now I have made up my mind to let the fellow alone. Are you satisfied with me now, grandfather ?” You have taken one step in the rigłıt way, but
you have not yet, I fear, forgiven as you have been forgiven. Think over the subject again.”
At breakfast Philip sat silent and thoughtful. Before he rose to prepare for church, he spoke again to bis grandfather. “I see that it is not enough to give up revengeful acts; I suppose that I ought to keep down angry words also. This is a harder task than the other, for I love to speak out my mind; but I'll try, with God's help, not to speak ill of Ben. Grandfather, are you satisfied ?"
“ That is another great step, my boy; but ask your own heart if it really forgives as you have been forgiven.”
Philip came home from church with a brighter face. “Grandfather," said he, as he led the old man towards his home, “there is one prayer which I never truly joined in till to-day."
“What prayer was that ?”
“ That it may please Thee to forgive our enemies, persecutors, and slanderers, and to turn their hearts. Ben came into my mind, and I prayed for him; and do you know why I did so ?"
“God put it into your heart, my boy!" Why, the second chapter that was read struck
To hear of Stephen, bleeding and dying with the cruel stones hurled at him, and the people yelling around him; then, to think of him praying in the midst of his agony, 'Lord, lay not this sin to their charge' (Acts vii. 60). He had much more to forgive than ever I have had. I wonder if the hearts of any of his cruel enemies were ever turned !”
“Do you forget, Philip, that St. Paul was one of them ? that he stood and looked on while Stephen