Turning quickly, the child grew almost rigid with fear as she saw, just in front of her, a small flame burst out from the rug before the fire, and not far from the crib where Willie lay sleeping. In an instant, however, the thought "What shall I do?" was followed by the remembrance of what her mother had often said, "If in any way your dress should ever take fire, you must try to smother it at once; never run away, but throw yourself down, or wrap yourself in anything to be found."
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Remembering this, she hastily caught up the other end of the rug, which was large and heavy, and threw it over the flame. This quite extinguished it, for it had only just started into life when Jennie saw it; but in her zeal she tore off the bedspread and blankets, crowning all with two large pillows upon which she seated herself, for by this time the child was so confused that she hardly knew whether it was the rug or her own dress which had taken fire.
Now she wanted to see somebody, and, not daring to move, she began to scream. This wakened Willie, who added his voice to the uproar, and soon brought the bewildered nurse to the rescue.
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In less than an hour the carriage returned, and Jennie was kissed and praised more than she had ever been in all her happy life, by her parents and her aunt and uncle; for they saw quickly what had happened, and trembled to think what might have been.
That night as Mrs. Graham bent to give Jennie her good-night kiss, she whispered, "May G.o.d bless you, my thoughtful little niece, for you have saved your cousin"s life to-day!"
"Why, did I really?" thought Jennie; "how glad, how glad I am; for if I hadn"t been there, the fire would have caught the crib, and oh, that would have been awful!"
Then, as memory brought the scene more clearly before her, and she recollected how her conscience had fairly pushed her into the room, her little face grew red with shame, and she softly said, "I will never fight with conscience again, for if I had had my own way, I could never have saved poor Willie"s life."
PAST AND FUTURE
The past is lost to us--the book is sealed, By mortal ne"er to be unclosed again; The past is gone--beyond all human power To change the record of but one short hour, Though since repented of in tears and pain.
The future lies before us--a fair page, Whereon "tis ours to write whate"er we will!
Then let us pause in case our careless hand Shall make a stain which will forever stand, Through endless time a silent witness still.
"Tis not enough to keep the pages pure, And let them ever but a blank remain; Each leaf in turn should on its surface bear Some writing that shall stand out clear and fair, To prove our lives have not been spent in vain.
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ANNA"S DIFFICULTY
Our friend Anna came home from school one day with her sunny face all in a cloud, and looking as if it might presently get a sprinkling of tears.
There was one to whom she always went in trouble, besides that other One whom she tried never to forget, and she sought her best earthly friend now.
"Mother, I do think it is really mean and rude in the Wilsons that they pa.s.s me by when nearly all the cla.s.s of girls are invited. I don"t want to feel bad about such a thing, but I can"t help it. I don"t know as anybody likes to be slighted."
"Of course not, my daughter," said Mrs. Jones; "the feeling of having been rudely treated is always uncomfortable. What do you suppose is the reason you are not included in the party?"
"It is because the Wilsons feel above us, mother. The girls dress in finer clothes than I do, and have more accomplishments; and then we work for a living, and they do not. But, mother, I believe I am as intelligent and well-bred as they. I can"t bear it, mother."
"It is not pleasant, to be sure, Anna; but think again, darling, before you say you _can not_ bear it."
"Well, mother, who could? n.o.body but you, who seem to have a way of getting round hard places, or walking through them."
"I have had many more years of experience in life than you. But I wish you to think now whether there is not some way for you to bear this little vexation."
"Oh, yes, mother, I know what you always say, and that, of course, is right; but I don"t see how feeling and acting like a Christian takes away one"s natural feeling about being slighted and ill-treated by others."
"Perhaps it does not. I sometimes think one"s sensibilities are greatly intensified by leading the better life. A Christian, in trying to bring his own character up to the point of perfect love and honor, often becomes exacting of such perfection in others, and failing to find it, feels exquisite pain. Yet the pain will oftener be because G.o.d"s great principles of right are violated, than that his personal feelings are hurt. Which is easier for you, child, to be wounded in personal feeling, or to see what is wrong against G.o.d?"
"I never thought exactly; it is dreadful to see the wrong, but one feels in the other a sense of shame--feels so wronged--it is quite different."
"My precious one," said Mrs. Jones, "when you have so learned the love of G.o.d as to know no difference between the interests and the honor of his law, and your own comfort and pleasure and good name, you will see more clearly how this is, and feel, it is likely, the sense of shame and wrong in a different way."
"But, mother, haven"t we a right to feel hurt when we are wronged or slighted--I mean personally hurt?"
"Yes; but may be if we looked a little deeper into the principles of things, or our own principles, we should not suffer so much. What is the secret of your feeling hurt by the Wilsons? Does the slight make your real self in any respect less or worse? Does it injure you in the estimation of others?"
"Why no, mother, I suppose not; but I am as good and as much respected as they are; and I don"t like to have it seem that I am beneath them because I am not so rich, and all that."
"My dear, I believe we have talked this subject over before, and long ago understood that we desire no position, no companionship which is not ours by right of moral and intellectual character.
"It is the Christian principle to live in all things for the true and the right; to be willing to take our own place in business and society, and fill it well; to think less of what others think of us than of what we in ourselves are; to appear to be only what we are, and be willing to appear thus while we are always looking up to something wiser, and lovelier, and better.
"I never could get the idea of a Christian"s being above or beneath any one in the sense you mean. His a.s.sociations are, or should be, such as Christ"s were in His walk among men. Christ, infinitely endowed with all excellence and beauty, was also infinitely humble. He neither sought nor shunned any one for His own sake, but lived out the divine fullness of His life of suffering and love without regard to His position or popularity with men. I said He did not seek others, but I must except the beloved John, and the household at Bethany, and a few others whom He loved undoubtedly for their own sake, with a personal, human sort of attachment."
"You don"t mean, mother, that we should never seek people for their own sake or our own pleasure?"
"No, surely; but those only who are congenial in principles and life.
Treat others with courtesy and generosity, and after that, allow them to be as indifferent to you as you are to those whom you do not prefer.
Every person has a right to select his companions, and every one should possess enough personal dignity and generosity not to be offended if he is not preferred.
"I suspect you are wrong about the Wilson"s. If they do not prefer you for your own sake, they have the right not to do so, and you should accord it to them just as you take the privilege of not inviting certain others who might feel the same about you as you do toward the Wilsons.
And more than this, Anna; if the Wilsons live for different principles, making friends for other reasons than you do, why, indeed, should you care for their especial regard? A friendship built upon the accidents of fortune, distinction, or show, has but a sandy foundation at best.
"There is no security of happiness in any earthly advantage. Only take care to be in yourself what in your circ.u.mstances is n.o.ble and beautiful and good, and you will find the right position without any particular seeking. The love and approval of the good and pure will come to you, and that is what you want of any friendship, and nothing more.
"Half the personal ill-feeling in the world comes of people"s aspiring to what they have no fitness for; they have neither the dignity nor the humility to take the place G.o.d in His providence a.s.signs them; and instead of reaching out of it by making themselves n.o.bler and better, they attempt to build up by some appearance which is not more than half true.
"The real Christian will not want a name or a reputation which he does not by right of goodness or talent deserve; but by living well where he may be, he makes any duty, any position, honorable and good. He has nothing to do with the _false_; he can afford to seem in all things what he is, and to depend for love and favor on his consciousness of worth."
"But, mother, I never thought of depending upon anything else. The Wilsons know that I am their equal in the school room, and in all the qualities which they ought to respect."
"You remember we spoke of a right of choice on their part; and now are you, a Christian, going to be hurt because fashionable people do not court you? Can you not yet think of a way to bear the vexation? Is it, indeed, so much of a trial, as you think it all over?
"You know, little daughter, that Christians can look at these things only in the light the Christ-life sheds on their souls, on all their earthly relations, on the path that leads them up to the Source of light, truth and right. Think of it, and tell me to-morrow if you can bear to be slighted by the Wilsons."
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"Well, Anna," said Mrs. Jones the next day, "have you come to a conclusion?"