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I know that he is given to us: this our child will not be lost; I know he will not: he will be able to do all things well, Christ strengthening him.' 'Oh, Maria ! said the Pastor Claude, Your faith puts me to shame : why should I doubt the goodness of God any more than you do ?'
“In the mean time, Henri's grief was so great, that for some hours after the servant came he could not speak: he looked round on his dear father and mother, as he always called Claude and Maria, and on their two boys, who were like brothers to him: he looked on the cottage where he had spent so many happy days; and the woods, and valleys, and mountains; saying, Beyond this he knew nothing; and he wished he had been born Claude and Maria's child, and that he might be allowed to spend all his life, as Claude had done, in serving God in that delightful valley.
“While Maria, with many tears, was preparing things for Henri's journey, the pastor took the opportunity of talking privately to him, and giving him some advice, which he hoped, with God's blessing, might be useful to him. He took the child by the hand; and leading him into a solitary path above the cottage, where they could walk unseen and unheard, he there entered into discourse with him. And first he explained to him the dangerous situation into which he was about to enter; he told him, with as much tenderness as possible, what his father's and his mother's characters were ; that they never knew the fear of God, and that they acted as most persons do who are rich and powerful, and are not influenced by Divine grace : and he pointed out to him how he ought to behave to his parents, telling him that by perseverance in well-doing, and setting before them a holy example, he might, perhaps, be a means, under God, of turning them from their sinful courses to the way of everlasting life. The pastor then reminded Henri of the chief doctrines of his holy religion ; those which, from his earliest infancy, he had endeavoured to fix upon his mind; first, the exceeding depravity and vileness of man's heart by nature, and that no man can do well, in the smallest degree, without the assistance of the Holy Spirit; and secondly that no man is saved by any of his own works or deservings, but through faith in the merits of the dying Saviour. These, with many other things of like nature, the pious Claude besought Henri always to have in remembrance, as he hoped to see his Redeemer in the land which is very far off; and he finished his discourse by giving Henri a little Bible, in a small velvet bag, which he had received from his own father, and which he had been accustomed to carry in his pocket in all his visits to his poor people.In these days, through the mercy of God, Bibles are so common that every little boy and girl may have one; but this was not the case in former days; Bibles were very scarce, and very difficult to get; and this Henri knew, and therefore he knew how to value this present: he put it in his pocket, and prayed to God to give him grace to keep the words contained therein.
“It would only trouble you, were I to describe the sorrow of Claude's family when, the next morning, Henri, according to his father's orders, was dressed in a rich suit of clothes, and set upon a horse, which was to carry him from among the mountains to the Castle of Bellemont, where the marquis's carriage waited for him. Henri could not speak as the horses went down the valley, but his tears fell fast down his cheeks: every tree and every cottage which he passed, every pathway winding from the high road among the hills, reminded him of some sweet walk taken with Claude and his sons, or with his beloved nurse. As the road passed under one of the cottages which stood on the brow of a hill, Henri heard the notes of one of those sweet hymns which his nurse had been accustomed to sing to him when he was a very little boy, and which she had afterward taught him to sing himself. Henri's heart at that moment was ready to burst with grief; and though the servants were close to him, yet he broke out in these words :— Farewell, farewell, sweet and happy home! Farewell lovely, lovely hills ! Farewell, beloved friends! I shall never, never see you again! never, never more hear the sweet hymns of the Waldenses; or take pleasant walks with the beloved companions of my happy, early days! Farewell, farewell, sweet, sweet home!- Do not give way to grief, sir,' said the servant : "you are going to be a great man: you will see all the fine things in Paris, and be brought before the king. The servant then gave him a long account of the grandeur and pleasures of Paris : but Henri did not hear one word he said; for he was listening to the last faint sounds of the hymn, as they became more and more distant.
“Nothing particular happened to Henri on his journey: and at the end of several days he arrived at the gates of his father's grand house at Paris. The marchioness that evening (as was common with her) gave a ball and supper to a number of friends; and on this occasion the house was lighted up, and set off with all manner of ornaments. The company was just come, and the music beginning to play, when Henri was brought into the hall. As soon as it was known who was come, the servants ran to tell the marquis and mar. chioness, and they ran into the hall to receive their son. The beauty of Henri and his lovely mild look could not but please and delight his parents ; and they said to each other, as they kissed him and embraced him, 'How could we live so long a stranger to this charming child!' - And now nothing but the Divine assistance of Him who will not suffer his chosen to be tempted above that which they are able to bear could have saved Henri from being spoiled by the praises and flattery which he received, and the finery and rich meats and drinks which were put in his way. His mother had expected that her son would have an awkward and low appearance: she was therefore greatly surprised at his courteous and polite manners, which delighted her as much as his beauty.
“All that evening Henri remained silent, modest, and serious; and as soon as his parents would give him leave, he asked to go to bed. He was shown into a room richly furnished, and so large that the whole of Claude's little cottage would have gone into it. The servant who attended him would have undressed him; but he begged to be left alone, saying, he had been used to dress and undress himself. As soon as the servant was gone, he took out his Bible and read a chapter: after which, kneeling down, he prayed his Almighty Father to take care of him now, in this time of temptation, when he feared he might be drawn aside to forget his God. I shall put down Henri's prayer in this place for your use, and also a translation of the hymn which he sang afterward as he was going to bed. You may like, perhaps, to have this prayer to turn to, should you ever find yourself in a state of trial resenibling Henri's.”
And here I shall finish my chapter, as Mr. Fairchild called to his children to tell then that he wanted his dinner; and while the little girls laid the cloth and set out their dinner, their brother went down with his pitcher to fetch some water from the brook.
A Prayer to be used in Time of Temptation. O holy Father! hear the prayer of a poor weak child. Through the grace of thy Holy Spirit I wish to be a good child: I wish to serve thee in this world, and to go to heaven when I die. I love thy holy children, the saints of God; and I wish to love my Saviour, who died for me; but there are many things about me which tempt me to forget God, and to follow after the vain and wicked pleasures of this world : my own evil heart, too, is always longing after earthly things: so that, what with temptation within and temptation without, I shall certainly turn again into wickedness, and forget thee, my God, unless thou, O Lord, wilt have pity on me. And now again I call on thee, my dear Saviour, that thou wouldst intercede for me, when, by reason of my sin and the sore temptations which surround me, I cannot pray for myself. O plead for me before thy holy Father; beseech him to send me his Holy Spirit; teil him how thou didst bleed and die to save me. Oh! I cannot save myself; I cannot stand in the hour of temptation, if thou dost forsake me. I am a poor, young, ignorant creature, the child of sinful parents, and without power to do one good thing. O glorious and holy Father, if thou dost not take care of me, what will become of me? Oh! save me, save me, in this hour of temptation. Save me from the world, my own wicked heart, and the power of the devil, who like a roaring lion goeth about seeking whom he may devour: for thou, O holy Trinity, art able to save all who come unto Thee, even the most miserable of sinners.
And now to God the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be all glory and honour for ever and ever. Amen.
Tune my heart to sing thy praise;
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Mount of God's unchanging love.
Hither by thy help I'm come;
Safely to arrive at home.
Wand'ring from the fold of God
Interpos'd his precious blood.
Hereby I'm constrain'd to be!
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.
Prone to leave the God I love :
Seal it from the courts above.
SECOND PART OF THE STORY IN LUCY'S
BOOK. When Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild and the children had dined, Henry went on with his story.
“ The young son of the Marquis de Roseville did not awake early, having been much tired with his journey. When he had dressed he was taken to breakfast in his mother's dressing-room: she was alone, as the marquis had gone out after the ball the night before, and was not returned. The marchioness kissed Henri, and made him sit down by her, showing him every proof of her love : nevertheless, every thing he saw and heard made him wish himself back again in the cottage among the hills. He could perceive, by the daylight, what he had not found out the night before, that his mother was painted white and red; and that she had a bold and fretful look, which made her large dark eyes quite terrible to him. He was grieved also to see all the vain ornaments that were scattered about the room; and he wondered at the number of looking-glasses, and phials of washes, and pots of paint, and brushes, which he saw in different places.
“ While the marchioness and Henri sat at breakfast,