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“ You would be a great fool, sir,” answered my A pretty face is a curse from heaven.” housekeeper, " to trouble yourself about that crea- “I must give thanks to heaven, then, for having ture. She got notice to quit the garret, as they spared me that affliction.

spared me that affliction. But take my stick and hat. have finished repairing the roof. But she stops I am going to read some pages of Moréri to amuse there in spite of the proprietor, the manager, the myself. If the scent of the old fox is not deceived, porter, and the bailiff. I think she has bewitched we are going to have a chicken of delicate flavour them all. She may leave her garret when she for dinner. Bestow your attention on that estimable pleases, sir, but she will leave it in a carriage. Take bird, my good Thérèse, and spare our neighbours, my word for it.”

so that they may spare you and your old master.” Thérèse reflected for an instant; then she uttered Having spoken thus, I applied myself to following these words:

the numerous ramifications of a princely genealogy.


By the Rev. W. L. MFARLAN, Lenzie. “Behold, I stand at the door and knock : if any man hear My voice, and open the door, I will come into

him, and will sup with him, and he with Me."-Revelations iii. 20. THERE is a picture by an eminent modern artist voices wrangling within-listening till they are which has for its motto the words of my text. That hushed and there is quiet in the house, and the goodpicture which—or impressions from which—many of man of it is at leisure to hearken to His words of you have seen, seems to me to express very beauti- entreaty. The quiet comes at length. Some event fully the Divine patience to which Jesus, by words happens which silences the revellers who have taken and deeds, bore witness. It represents that Son of possession of the irresolute householder's home and Man, who is, to men, the manifestation of the un- sobers himself. Then the patient Listener at his door tiring love of God, standing at the door of a knocks and speaks, offering to come in, that He may house, the tenant of which, we may suppose, has expel the intruders who have overmastered him, and been engaged in unhallowed revelry. About the restore him to his rightful authority. It is well for threshold of the door rank weeds are growing ; him if he accept the offer and admit the friendly across the door itself, climbing plants have trailed Visitor, who will make him again master of himself. their tendrils. Everything indicates that the house It is ill for him if he allow the day of His visitation has long been unentered by such a heavenly Visitor to pass by, and, suffering himself to be drugged as He who stands before it waiting for admission. again into drunken slumber, leave his truest Friend Everything speaks of the recklessness of the owner to stand without sorrowful. The patience of the of that dwelling, of his insensibility to all high and Friend whom he neglects and scorns may be inexholy influences. A lantern is in the hand of Him haustible, but each time that he rejects His proffered who craves an entrance into that sad, dark abode, assistance he does himself irreparable wrong. where confusion reigns, upon which ruin seems about In this parable, which is an expansion of the to fall. A light shines upon His face and reveals its words of my text, as it is interpreted by the great expression, an expression of deepest sadness and work of art, which in the first sentences of my serwondrous patience. That patient, sorrowful face is mon I described, I briefly re-state the Gospel, the bent forward towards the door of the unhappy house. good news of Jesus Christ. Christ, by His Gospel, The whole attitude of the body, as well as the ex- did not repeal the law of the spiritual harvest, pression of the countenance, tells how anxiously He the law that whatsoever things a man soweth, these who has knocked and knocked again still listens for shall he also reap. In His Gospel, however, He did a reply, or for some faint sound within the dwelling assert the truth, that in all souls, even in souls which shows, at least, that His knock has been in which the seed of vicious habits has been allowed heard, and that the master of the house is astir. to bring forth much fruit unto corruption, there

That painting, powerful though it be, expresses remains a germ of good which may be so developed but feebly the patience of God—God's sorrow over all that it will at length overshadow and kill down the souls that are rejecting the offers of His grace and rank growths of evil. The Divine Spirit, He prorefusing His friendship. Over souls, whose state we claimed, as His message of glad tidings, is ever may fitly liken to that of the dweller within the desolate fostering the germ of good in each soul. The Divine abode which the painter presents to us on his canvas, Spirit, He taught, to express the same truth by a the Infinite Love yearns. God, who is the Infinite metaphor more closely akin to that of the text, Love, not only seeks, if we may say so, for admis- hovers around the souls from which He has been sion into such hearts—He waits for admission. He most utterly excluded, and into which He ever seeks not only knocks, in the language of the text, at the to gain admission. This heavenly Visitant looses no doors—He stands and knocks. At the portal of each opportunity, we may say, carrying out the thought house, in which there dwells one who has been over- of Christ, of winning the attention and the confidence mastered by the passions which he ought to have of these souls. When the sudden death of an acquainruled, we may see in vision the Divine Love in tance has shown the careless and the frivolous how human form, stooping and listening to the noisy insecure is man's tenure of that earthly life which

is all in all to them ; when severe sickness has gained an entrance—the souls of which the Apostle attacked themselves, and brought them face to face Paul speaks of as His temples. The men and with death, which closes that life for ever ; when its women whose state may be thus described “have hopes are crushed; when its pleasures pall; when in tasted of the heavenly gift, and become partakers of any way the thought of its uncertainty, of its brevity the Holy Ghost.” “ Walking in the Spirit, they no at the longest, of its unsatisfactoriness at the best, longer fulfil the lusts of the flesh.” The lower arises within them, then the Lover of all souls is pre nature has not, at all events, the mastery in them. sent with these souls, is seeking to gain an entrance They live lives which are those of increasing harmony into them, that He may quicken and foster that with the Divine will, which are therefore filled in a Divine life which is well-nigh extinguished. When, measure with Christ's peace and Christ's joy. Having again, the Divine life momentarily manifests itself in sown to the Spirit, they reap of the Spirit those one in whom it has been well-nigh extinguished by blessed fruits. Having begun early this wise habitual selfishness and sin—when some upspringing husbandry, they gather in a more abundant harvest of impulsive kindness in him has found expression than those who long have sown to the flesh. But in generous deeds—when he has felt, however while those of whom I now speak have in them briefly, the joy which there is in a pure affection that eternal life, that true and spiritual life, i.e., which when the recognition of goodness in others—of the Christ died that they might have, they may yet forgiveness of the friend he has wronged—of the possess it more abundantly. The Divine Spirit rules unseifish devotion of the wife, the sister, the daughter within them, but He may rule there more completely. he has treated with cold neglect, or

even with

God is crer seeking a more entire possession and cruel harshness—has awakened in him a genuine mastery of the hearts which are already conscious admiration, or has made him ashamed, at least, of of His indwelling. He constantly knocks at the his baseness—when, on any of these occasions, the doors of these hearts that He may gain a fresh enbetter nature in him has asserted itself, then the trance into them, that He may dwell in them with Spirit of God, from whom all goodness flows, has mightier energy and ampler power. Through drawn near to that man that He may reinforce more gateways than one the Divine Lover of his better nature; that He may give to his truer mankind seeks this fuller admission into man's and higher self the victory over his lower self; inmost being. He seeks for it by the gateway of the that He may reduce to due subjection the flesh with intellect. When new views of truth are presented its evil desires and tempers, and may make his soul to us which correct our prejudices and humble our that had been tossed by passion, calm and heaven- conceit, God, we may say, knocks at the doorways of possessed.

our minds, that being admitted into them He may All through the mortal lives of men does the fill them with His light. When a religious teacher, Divine Spirit seek to enter and to rule the hearts for example, of fine spiritual insight, points out to us from which, because of their insensibility to the that, though the Infinite Spirit, who lives in all worlds, nobler influences, it may be said that He is excluded. and works through all ages, must transcend our By the goodness and forbearance in which He makes highest thought of Him, must in wisdom and goodHis sun to shine on the evil and on the righteous, ness, in justice and mercy--in the love of which does God seek to lead the careless and the godless to justice and mercy are but different manifestationsrepentance. By the severity, on the other hand, in be better than we can think Him, He cannot in any which He makes the ways of transgressors hard of these attributes be worse than ourselves, causing their sins to find them out in the shape of other in kind than ourselves—when, I say, the pain and satiety, or of shame and remorse, or in the enlightened theologian of our own day reminds shape, at all events, of deprivation and the loss of the us of these truths, which the theologians of purest enjoyments of existence, He shows them that other days have too often obscured, God, speaking it is indeed an evil and a bitter thing to shut Him through him, is freeing us from the confusions which out of their hearts. All through this present life have made our trust in Him hesitating, unintelligent, does God carry on His stern processes of discipline imperfect; He is entering our hearts as the light for the rebellious souls that will not yield to that which transforms itself into love; He is filling our gentler rule which He carries on in the hearts of hearts with new hope and strength and joy. those who, as His dear children, have submitted to But God seeks to gain a fuller possession of the His authority, and whom “ He guides with His eye.” inmost shrine of our being, not only through the Of the future state we know little, and should speak gateway of the speculative intellect. but through the with modesty. But concerning it, those may be gateways of our imaginative and emotional and right who trust "the larger hope," and believe that moral natures. When, on the page of the historian, the charity of God, which “never faileth,” will there the biographer, the poet, we become acquainted with at length enter and possess the souls that have a personage that is truly heroic or noble; or when, remained impervious to it here, coming first as a in actual life, we meet men or women whose charconsuming fire to purge out their evil, and then as the acters have in them much of moral loveliness, our genial and inspiring flame of a new and nobler life. enthusiasm for all things "pure, and just, and honour

Divine Spirit, who ever seeks to possess able, and lovely, and of good report” is intensified. and to animate the souls from which He has been Thus God, from whom all noble thoughts come, in longest excluded, also seeks, I go on to remark, to whose strength all noble lives are lived, who is Himself possess more fully and to animate more entirely the the perfect goodness, the perfect loveliness, has drawn souls into which it may be said that He has already near to us, that He may transform us more completely


into His likeness. Again, when the burden of new But if the Spirit of God and of Christ may be duties is laid upon us, He who is the Lord of the really present with us all through our work-day conscience, we may say, is seeking to enter our lives, He may also be present with us in our religious hearts anew, and to rule them more entirely. When worship. He is present with all true worshippers. the young man, beginning business for himself, or Wherever two or three are gathered together in His entering upon a profession, realises his responsibilities, name, there is He in the midst of them. We need and what it is that he now owes to himself and to our religious observances, our days of rest, our society, the Divine Spirit is assuming a completer weekly meetings for social worship, our hours of guidance of his life. Marriage, in like manner, and meditation and prayer, 'our communion seasons. By the birth of each infant into the home; marriage these Christian institutions the Christian spirit is with its new interests, its new objects of affection, its kept alive within us. Our hours of religious thoughtnew duties, brings God nearer to the husbands and fulness, our days of rest and worship, throw a light wives, the fathers and mothers, whose desire it is that upon our ordinary lives, in which the Divine purpose their human loves should in “ a higher love endure.” in them should become clearer to us. The special

Once more, the demand upon our sympathy which worship of our communion seasons reminds us is made by any fellow-creature in his distress, is the specially of the ties which bind us to God and to our appeal of God Himself, and of the Christ by whom fellow-men, of God's love to man, and man's worth as God is manifested, for a place in our hearts and a the object of that love. Let us seek, when the comlarger lodgment there. Every sufferer that we re- munion season again returns, to engage in its worship lieve by our charity, every sorrowful fellow-creature with the spirit and with the understanding also, and that we soothe by our sympathy, is the substitute, thus to have our spiritual life quickened and inthe representative of Jesus. In giving to these sad tensified. Let us seek by faith so to draw nigh to and suffering fellow-creatures a place in our thoughts, God as that He may draw nigh to us and fill our we are giving Christ a place there. With all thoughts hearts with His spirit, the spirit of love, which of pity which lead to deeds of mercy, His spirit, the dwelt without measure in Him whom we call our spirit of love, enters into our hearts, enlarging them, Redeemer and our Lord. Let us invite Him to enter purifying them, making them more tender and more into our hearts as our guest, so that He may become wise.

our entertainer, and supply our wants out of His It is not, we thus see, through religious rites fulness, and give us grace for grace.” Let us alone that God draws near to our souls. It is not in thus seek to have a true communion with God, and one rite of religion in particular, as Catholics and to enjoy the real presence of Christ. Let it be seen, semi-Catholics, in their lower teaching, at all events, in the work-day lives to which we return, that we affirm, that we can alone enjoy the real presence of have indeed been in His blessed presence. If one Christ. The Spirit of God and of Christ is really should tell us that he is independent of such outward present with us whenever our hearts are pitiful, ordinances of religion as the sacrament of the Supper, whenever our hands are helpful, whenever conscience let the reply which, not with our lips, but by our lives, acts healthfully, whenever we realise our responsi- we make to him be this :bilities as members of families, whenever we dis

Our faith, thro' form, is pure as thine ; charge faithfully our social duties, whenever our

Our hands are quicker unto good ; admiration for moral loveliness is intense, whenever

O sacred be the flesh and blood our love of truth is ardent.

To which we link a truth divine.

shut eyes.


By PRINCIPAL TULLOCH, D.D., LL.D. I REMEMBER distinctly the sensations with which I morning-not a breath of wind abroad a strange awoke on board a Greek steamer lying opposite landscape flashed upon me with that singular clearCephalonia on a fine spring morning in 1864. We

ness of atmospheric lustre which is never seen on had left Corfu the previous afternoon, after a delight- this side of the Alps. I started as in a dream. It ful residence of eight days; and, pensive as I was seemed a sudden glory let down before one's halffrom various causes, I had carried away in my heart

The town of Argóstoli and the hills something of the sunniness of that charming island. around stood as if almost touching the orb of vision How golden it seems in the memory! What floods in their clear-cut, vivid outline. They seemed to of fragrant sunlight bathe its olive slopes and orange quiver in their strange distinctness with the gentle groves! What delicious balm comes from its wine- motion of the vessel. The vision was exhilarating, coloured sea! It was a pleasure merely to live and and I went on deck to feast my eyes with it. breathe in such an atmosphere. I tore myself away The same afternoon we were in the bay of Zante, from it with reluctance; but I was bound for Athens, with a broiling sun overhead, and nothing for it but and my time was limited. A Greek steamer is far to find some cool corner to consume the abundant from being a model of comfort; but after much fruit brought on board and dream over the Odyssey. tossing and waste of wax-light in my narrow cabin, It had pleased me to assume the truth of the ancient I had fallen asleep; and when I awoke the sun was tradition which identifies Corfu with the Scheria or already up, and in the perfect stillness of the Phæacia of Homer; and the tradition has certainly something to say for itself. A more fitting spot for there is a charm in these old legends. Hopeless as the clothes-washing scene in the sixth book, and the they are for the historian, they are beautiful to the romp of Nausicaa and her maidens when startled imagination, and we would not willingly part with and scattered by the “brine-covered” and naked them. They light up the darkness of the past with Ulysses, cannot be imagined than the fountain of an ideal if not a practical interest. I felt that mornCressida, about three miles west of the modern town, ing at Patras as if St. Andrew were a more living but nearer what is supposed to have been the character than I had before realised him to be. I Corcyra of Thucydides. The fountain rises in a gave some vent to my eager interest in the subject, strong, leaping gush of water, which runs towards and even to my curiosity as to the disposal of the the sea with a rapid eddying flow. At hand is the apostolic bones. But I had forgotten, and my readers pebbly beach for the drying of clothes in the gleam- here have not heard of, my old friend the polemic ing sun, the green turf, “ the river rolling nigh,” and Protestant who frowned upon me at Assisi. He even the thickets for hiding the naked hero. The speedily denounced my enthusiasm as rubbish, wholly spot is an idyllic one for a maiden romp; and the unworthy of a British Protestant, and laughed with distance from the ancient city just such as a princely merciless incredulity at the old wives' fables about maiden would like to drive in a mule carriage, to the bones.-If "all tales be true, that's no lie.” I can show her skilful driving and the paces of her nicely- never forget the jocund scorn with which he prostepping mules. It was pleasant, at least, to call up nounced the contemptuous words, and turned upon the picture as we stood on the green bank by the his heel. I felt humbled, as I am apt to do, in the sparkling rush of water rising in a leap from the presence of a dogmatism confident in its own lack of rock. And now, again, as we passed out of sight of knowledge, scornful in its narrowness; and I said Ithaca, the rough island home of the much-suffering nothing more of St. Andrew. hero

Leaving Patras, we touched at Naupactus, and “Rough, but a good nurse, and divine in grain

then at Vostitza, the ancient Ægium, passing from Her heroes,”

one side of the gulf to another. There is a magniit was natural to turn once more to the fascinating ficent plane-tree at the latter place, which attracts page, and dream away the languid hours over it. the visitor. Crossing still once more, we anchored We lay there during a long hot day, for what pur- at Galaxidi, in the bay of Salona, and there spent pose I do not know; but at length we sailed away the greater part of an afternoon. Parnassus rose back for the Gulf of Corinth, having taken on board full in view to an imposing height, flecked with two young English officers, who proved most pleasant gleaming snow. I longed to visit Delphi, but the and intelligent companions.

journey was impossible with the time at command : Late at night we anchored off Patras, and I and so I satisfied myself with a long walk till I came started early next morning to visit this rising com- opposite the mountain gorge which conceals it. I mercial town, the centre of the great currant trade could not help feeling, as I looked round on the of Greece. My thoughts, however, were not run- barren country, and the naked unfertile ranges of ning upon currants, but on the old associations of the mountain associated with youthful dreams of intelplace with St. Andrew. Here, according to tradi- lectual glory, how one's dreams become dwarfed in tion, the Apostle was crucified, and the strange the light of reality; and yet it only required a mournful emblem of his cross, so familiar to all slight effort of imagination to people the scene with Scotchmen, carries us back to the dim days when he ancient life and the ideal glories with which it inis supposed to have laboured and suffered at this spires all cultivated nations. spot. Shall we ever be able to clear up the dimness Next morning we found ourselves in the bay of of those early times, and solve their strange contra- Corinth, and we gladly parted with our steamer, not dictions? I fear not. The sharpest steel of criticism without some farewell expostulation with the stupid returns blunted when it touches them. Did St. Greek steward. A more wretched-looking place Andrew ever live, and labour, and suffer, at Patras than New Corinth it would be difficult to conceive ; at all? Are his bones still lying there, as the a few half-finished houses, without arrangement or stranger is assured, in the plain wooden coffer in the comfort of

any kind. We contrived, however, to white cathedral church near the shore by the holy get some coffee, and to hire a rickety carriage to well which bears his name? All the devout of take us to the ruins of ancient Corinth, lying around Patras profoundly believe this, and flock thither on the base of the Acro-Corinthus some two or three the anniversary of the saint, lighting up the sacred miles' distance. Seven magnificent Doric pillars, the shrine with their tapers as they invoke his guardian remains of a bath of Venus, and of an amphitheatre care. Or were the apostolic remains transported to at some distance, compose the ruins. The desolation Amalfi, as good Catholics of the south of Italy is everywhere complete, and the visitor wanders believe, while they point with confidence to the from point to point without meeting a human being. noble church which there rises above their supposed All the more readily does the memory recall the resting-place? Or did St. Rule carry them off to St. ancient splendours of the place, the excitements of Andrews, and build a shrine for them there, and rear the Isthmian games in its neighbourhood, and espea national Christianity on the devout hypothesis ? cially the Corinth of St. Paul and Gallio, Who can tell? Who can unriddle the contradictions deputy.” It was the thought of the great Apostle of an age which cared nothing for contradictions, that most filled my mind as I stumbled amongst the whose faith fed upon the very puzzles which whet ruins-How he came on here from Athens and found our logic, and revolt our historical sense ? And yet a certain Jew of the name of Aquila, lately arrived

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from Italy with his wife Priscilla ; “and because he About a mile from Kalamáki lies the place was of the same craft he abode with them and where the celebrated games were held. All is now wrought; for by their occupation they were tent silence and waste; but the eye can trace the outline makers. And he reasoned in the synagogue every of the Stadium, and the fancy picture the exciteSabbath, and persuaded the Jews and Greeks.”ı ments of which it was once the living scene. There is an undying interest to the Christian student still early when we reached Kalamáki, and we had wherever the steps of this wandering teacher rested ; to wait some time for the steamer to Athens. We and while the “ many wise men after the flesh,” the amused ourselves inspecting the coarse industries of many“ mighty and noble” which the Corinth of his the place, which was pervaded by a squalid activity day contained, are utterly forgotten, and the deputy, consequent on the sailing of the steamer. The dirt the brother of Seneca, is only remembered in connec and disorder of Greek ports appear here in perfection with the scenes in the Acts of the Apostles, the tion. The town or village consists of a few houses poor teacher whom they despised has filled the world scattered along the shore-on the opposite side of with his name, and given to the spot where they the bay from Cenchrea, the old port where St. Paul once dwelt its chief attraction.

shaved his head~" for he had a vow”- when he After rambling amongst the ruins, we returned, sailed thence from Corinth, taking with him Priscilla and crossed the Isthmus. The day was fresh and and Aquila. At length we embarked, and steamed beautiful, and I, with one or two others, preferred towards the Piræus, past Ægina and Salamis. Thickwalking. The distance is about five miles. There crowding memories rose as we passed both; but we are few or no traces of cultivation ; but in the ex were soon in the harbour of the Piræus, amidst all quisite spring sunshine, and amidst masses of broken the wild bustle of landing. We were shrieked at in and irregular verdure, smelling sweetly of thyme the language of Themistocles, torn from our luggage, and crowned with pines, we enjoyed the walk restored to it, and finally found ourselves driving greatly.

towards Athens amidst clouds of dust.

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By the Author of " The Epistles of Noah." “ BETWEEN the Preachings,” or “ Twal-hours," as candlestick, with a cast-metal sheep in the middle, an older generation called it, is just such a subject its woolly sides shining with the housewife's blackas Sir David Wilkie could have painted to the life for lead. Behind the elbow-chair-overlooked by the us, overflowing with the sedate humour of his own lemon-coloured face of the “wagetty-wa',” its swift countrymen ; and right worthy it would have been fingers pointing to a quarter past one—was the wellto hang beside " The Village Politicians," or " The scoured wooden dresser reclining against the wall, Blind Fiddler," or " Saturday Night,” or, indeed, any with the bleared November sunlight from the window of the best of his famous Scottish character subjects. glimmering on the ultra-marine flowering on the “ Twal-hours !" These words, uttered in my hear- broth-plates in the delf-rack. Crammed in a “boal” ing the other day, struck me like the familiar air of in the wall, between the edge of the mantel-piece and an old Scotch song, and, almost before I was aware, the dresser, was the household library. Plainly I found myself busy sketching the interior of an old- recognisable among its confused mass of dingy fashioned kitchen-such as I knew long ago in “life's brown colour were such common favourites as the young day," and which I could still, I think, find my Bible, in frayed sheepskin covers, a well-thumbed way in blindfolded without breaking my shins-and copy of Burns, “ The Scottish Chiefs," " Scots peopling it with faces and forms which came stealing Worthies,” a book of old ballads, “The Pilgrim's out from amid the dim shadows of the past, and took Progress," “ Robinson Crusoe,”

Mungo Park's their places round the cheerful ingle-side.


," “ The Vicar of Wakefield,” and Walker's The walls in my sketch were coloured with yellow Dictionary—the latter always in high request when ochre, of that warm, comfortable shade so common in an epistle was being written. Opposite the dresser, every poor man's kitchen, which is at once his dining, on the other side of the kitchen, in the shadow, with and drawing, and bed-room, too, sometimes. The fire a looking-glass and work-box on its top, was a lowside was none of the narrow, contracted family altar- set chest of mahogany drawers, in whose dark panels places, where the soul must sit "crulged,” like the I could see the reflection of the fire dancing up and body, to catch from between the bars its inspiring down, and could almost believe I heard the “flapping warmth, but wide and roomy, with swee


of the flame." Back towards the door was the bed. links suspended above the ruddy flames. It had no with violet striped hangings, and blood-red carpet oven or other modern ironmongery fitted into it. Its coverlet, loaded, like a sacrificial altar, with a miscelample chimney-place, built-in jams, and backward laneous collection of Sunday finery, such as bonnets. sloping ash-hole-in fine symbolic keeping with the hats, shawls, coats, and neckerchiefs. At the foot genius of the fireside-were a stainless white. It of the bed, in the corner, was the meal-barrel. was set in a black varnished frame, or mantel-piece, painted a bluish green, and hooped with black; and on the top of which stood, at each corner, a brass between it and the window a deal table with a bing Acts xviii. 3, 4.

? Acts xviii, 18.

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