The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-05-09

forest. II was the hunting party oil the Prince Ohc
moment he hesitated; but again his arm was ralsed'
and this time he struck strong and quick upon his
loud sounding gong. The sound had scarcely passed
away, when horse and rider, at full speed, rode up
the path; and young sodier,with spear and sword,
! stood before him.
"Whut is this ?" asked he of the old man; "what
is this that rang but now through hill and wood tho
| mountain and valloy"'
''It is" answered the other, in firm but low
voice, sit is the call to prayer.''
"The call to prayer' calculated tho prince; for
it was he, and he laughed az he spoke the Words
Sand who should pray 20 ..I
"Who should pray' answered the old man; ''he
who has slept we'll and in peace; he who has tossed
upon bed Of pain; he who wakes to riches and hap
piness; he who rises to poverty and wretchedness.
Let her pray who casps her baby, smiling and beau
tifu, in her arms; let her pray who 1t folded in
her shroud; let all who the light orday, all who
breathe the breath of life, pray the one only God
Of earth and of heaven, of life and of DEATH" At
this moment little boy rode up to the side Of the
prince. He held light spear in His hand-it
stained with the b God Of the deer he had slain; and
JOY danced in his bright eyes he proudly showed
the proof of his skill.
"Nobly done, my brave boy!'' said the father;
then, turning to the old man, no went on: al pray
to the gods Of my country, and what they give,-
health and riches, and this fair boy''
mo-" answered the other,-and he picked flow
er from the ground as he spoke,-s'he gods you wor
ship could not form SO much as the little weed you
trample under foot HEALTH and riches land that fair
boy were given you by the God of heaven. The
Lord gives, and the Lord can take away Again
the prince laughed gaily, for he cared not for the
words of the simple hermit; and, calling to the boy
to follow, he struck spurs to his horse, and rode
away.
1t was about year after this time, that again the
old man rose with the dawn struck his call to prayer
knet alono on the green grass, and prayed for him.
self, for all who loved and all who would not know
the namc Of God; and then he wandered into the
woods in search Of the wild fruits and herbs on which
he lived He had not gone far, when he found by
the side Of stream, the body of man who seemed
dead: blood had flowed from his wounds, and his
cheeks and lips were pale; but the old man looked
inte his face, and saw that he still lived; and he
knew that it was the prince of that fair and wide
country, who was left to die alone in the forest He
raised him, and took him home, and laid him on his
own bed, lin the cave; and day and night he watched
him there, and he learned the story of the
prince.
War had been in that country; his son. the brave,
beautiful boy had been taken prisoner and slain His
boy, his crown, his country all lost to him. But
now he sees things in different light; he has lister-
ed to many truths told by the hermit from the Book
of Truth; has thrown ''hs idols to the moles and
the bats,' and owns himself happier than he
had been in former times, for he has learned know
the Lord; and now morning and evening, the prince
and the hermit raise their hearts and prayers to the
ono living and true God, side by side.