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165 “Through Fire and through
“Shall I Wear a Cross?". 333 True Comfort
“ Their Eyes were holden” 162 Winter Pleasures
44 Words, and What came of
Guide of iny Youth, The . 238
" Then shall I be satisfied”
They feared as they entered
“He shall save His People “Thy Workmanshi: ”
Valiant for the Truth
“We shall see Him as He is"
Omnibus Driver's Saturday
not now; but thou halt
The Little Seegoodinall.
a naughty child stands in a corner, not exactly with the tip of my forefinger in my mouth, but with the whole five
fingers resting on my head, or, rather, my head resting upon them. I was in a naughty mood-feeling wilful, thinking there was not much good in anything, and especially with anything with which I had to do, or that had to do with me. The truth was, I was
idle, had been up late; and all who desire to do well and serve God know what a sad, listless feeling this lateness brings on —
naughty child” feeling — what a dissatisfied feeling — what an almost angry feeling with every one but the right person oneself! As I sat thus, a slight tap at the glass, as though a leaf had been blown against it, caused me to move two fingers,
as to get a clear look out. The tap was from the beak of a small brownish-grey bird, which had been evidently blown against the window by the high wind
then raging. I guessed this by the extended wings and fluttering motion of the poor creature; but it righted itself in a moment, shook its wings, and flew to a branch exactly opposite. I watched it, and it seemed to understand that I did so; for it put its head to one side, then to another; then preened its moist feathers; then ruffled its throat; then uttered two prolonged tweets,” that reminded me of the preparatory flourish of the bow on the violin; then, with a side-glance at me, it opened its beak and poured forth a song, which seemed to reach my ear in the following words. Ere giving them, however, it is due to the little bird to say something about its small self.
THE SEEGOODINALL is a diminutive bird inhabiting the somewhat thinly-populated regions of Godly Contentment. Its plumage is unprepossessing, being of a dusky hue; it is, nevertheless, a general favourite, for its melodious note is chiefly heard in winter, or when storms are at their height. In the latter case, it may be heard trying to outswell the winds in a manner that would surprise any listener unaccustomed to the peculiar habits of this song-loving bird. Although it rejoices in sunshine when placed there, it does not seek it; and yet it is remarkable that even its plumage, dusky as it is, has beneath the pinion a few tints that seem to absorb a bright colouring when a sunbeam shines across the bird in its flight: this colour is watched for with delight by those who prize the modest creature for its humble work and unobtrusive life.
THE SONG OF THE SEEGOODINALL.
Oh, blowing loud and bleak;
And can hide my little beak.
As soft as a bed of down,
Although they're plain and brown.
Thank God that rest is found for me
When wearied I would rest;
Oh, surely I am blest!
Ah, ill deserved ! should birdie wait
Till aught was its by right,
And giftless come the night!
Here the seegoodinall stops, preens its wings, and then goes on :
I rock upon my leafless bough,
And upward lift mine eye ;
It sweeps so grandly by.
The wind is loud and boisterous
His voice is calm and clear;
And nothing hast to fear.'
This winter we must die,
The snow so thick doth lie.
But I have found two crumbs to-day,
And one berry on this tree;
'Twill bring its crumb for me !?
Or, if we are not starved, they say
We all must die of cold ;
This biting frost to hold ?
I'll not believe a word of that !
Or, if I die to-night,
Beneath His watchful sight.
1“Fear not, for I have redeemed thee.”—Isa. xliii. 1.
3 "Are not two sparrows sold for one farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.”—Matt. x. 29.
'Tis true, the winter has been long,
Its hours are dark and drear ;
And spring we had last year !
Oh, God is very good!
On wintry griefs to brood.
To trace the golden lines
Whence mercy ever shines.
And brighten as they grow,
Of love too deep to know.
To sing my daily song ;
And the blast so fierce and strong ;
And love that never spent,
As earthly comforts went.
But better still to praise, 3
In all His works and ways.
When summer's sun shines bright;
In the dark and wintry night. The song ceased; the little seegoodinall shook the snow from its wings, then with a farewell “tweet” it spread them for flight, and was soon beyond my view; doubtless gone
1 “Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life.”— Psa. xxiii. 6.
2 " I will never leave thee nor forsake thee."--Heb. xiii. 5. “I have loved thee with an everlasting love."-Jer. xxxi. 3.
3 “ It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto Thy name, O Most High.”—Psa. xcii. 1.