The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1856-10-17
VOLUME XII NUMBER 4a.


] The awfulnss Of the deed seemed to thun
der from Mount Sinai, Us he stood there
and tears came to his eyes, when, a momen
after, ho opened his blinds, and looking ou
saw q beautiful boy, the son Of o near neigh
Dor, with distorted features and flashing
eyes, swearing at his brother.
"Georgc- George - did you say your
prayers this morning, and do you remember
the words, 'HallOwcd be thy nameT o!
my poor child what have you donc3"
Struck silent with shame, and perhaps,
too, with rcmorsc, the boy turned from the
sorrowiul face, and ran with all his might
down the road. lie knew, he felt that he
had discraccd himself in wickedly calling
upon the name of the High and Holy One.
Presently he began 10 weep, for hr remem-
bcred that il was also the Sabbath day that
God had said he must keep, The had like
wise broken that commandment. For q
long hour he walkeI on more and more
rapidly; the rain began to fall, for tho soft
wind had changed, and the light clouds bo-
came heavy and driving. lie ran for a shel.
ter, and soon came toa piece Of thick woods,
and there, with "his sorrovful thoughts, he
hid himself" Presently the thunder, with
o low growing tone, at first burst into heavy
peals, and seemed, like chariots with furious
horses, to flash along the hcayens-and tho
rcnding lightning struck the clouds in two,
and leaped down, 1t seemed, into the face Of
the peni,cnt boy. Every clap seemed to say
in the awful language Of tho storm, "Swe,r
not at ALL" He thought Of the grandeur Of
the Mighty One, who could thus bend the
straight pines, and dash rivers down to earth
-hc thought of his own danger, under the
trees in thunder storm-but he likewise
remembered that guilt made him coward.
Never before had hc suffered such emotions
never heard the voice his great Father
to his soul so solcmnly. And he,
an Insignificant boy tho work of his Creators
hands, had dared blaspheme that name DO
fore which the heavens bow. !
Falling upon his knees in tho wet and
mire, ho prayed pitcously that God would
forgive him. o! how he wcpt and pleaded
and they who sought him were guided by
his besceching prayers.
1t was his first and his last transsression.
George Is now minister Of the Lord Jesus
Christ, and he has never forgotten tho hour
in the pine woods. Each night and MORN
ing, as when he was child, docs ho say,
"lIallowed be Thy name"
"TnY KINGDOM CONF"
Linda was a school glrl--a wild frolic.
some schoolg girl. Everybody loved her. Her
uncle was stern old deacon, one Of the old
fashioned, rigid Journalists, who thought 1t
unscemly to smile, and positive crime to
laugh aloud. He was a holy, God.iearins
man, but he had been strained IN the strict.
est Sect" and-thcrc are spots on the sun,
you know, but they do not sully its bright.
ness. This uncle mourned in spirit over lit
tie Linda. "Shc will sartinly come to some
dreadful end" he would groan, when her
wild frolicsomo nature oyerlcaped the boun-
daries OF her dread for him.
Gradually, no one could tell when the
change took place, Linda went aside to pray
and to study the pages Of her little Bible
She was still merry girl, but softer light
came to her eyes, o tenderer tone to her
voice. This beautiful bird Of promise had
learned to love the dear Saviour.