Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1877-01-23

Inc WORK strenuouSiY urSeu tue uOU-
;rine of entire sanctiicsliou; that it is
the privilege OF all Christians. What do
you think OF it, deacon " questioned
Mrs. Simpkins
20. l don't know" sighed the good
man. The command is, BE we holy as
| am holy but. oh dear! sometimes I'm
afraid | haven't even been justified
that, after all. shall be a castaway."
1--WE need faith, faith to lay hold on
the promises" urged the unwavcring
Mrs. Simpkins.
"But my lille is so poor. sister, 'groaned
the deacon. 81 come so lar short in
every thing. The thing I would not, l
do, aud what l wpal1, DO not.
Il believe i; is our privilege to live
above sin" began Mrs, Sinpkins, when
the door opened, aud smulty, uucared-
Tor little fellow OF halt q dozen years, put
in his head and asked question.
"Yes, darling. you may take one off
the bureau Now don't disturb mother
any morei'
Il believe it is our blessed privilege" "
resumed Mrs. Simpkius. "to live above
sin, TO have Christ dwelling il Us contiu-
ually, filing US with perfect love, ra's-
ing us above all doubts and fears, and
strengthening Us with the hope OF glory"
a bls, sed privi!egc!' echoed the
deacon. and rose 10 20.
Il Thank you tor this visit, deacon -
said Mrs. Simpkias. Il think i. is good
tor the saints to speak 10 one another.
Come again. soon. deacon. and borrow
my Guide 10 HoineSs.
Thank you, thank You" said the
kind-hearted deacon, fastening his move
meut, seemingly alarmed at this second
mention OF ,he magazine. Thank you,
am glad we NEE, so often in The house
Of God, sister"
II am never willingly absent from
the means of grace." answered Mrs.
SimpA.as with something ike glow Of
satisfaction on her sweet fsca.
Il am glad You love Coils worship,
sister. Good bye"
Aud the deacon took his leave, in no
way benefited by his visit. and feeling
tina, be had conferred no benefit, Mrs.
Simpsins was on spiritual heights far
above him. lie could not touch the hem
Other garment. She flew up stairs to
the nursery, anl sas.cAol tho baby from
Bridget.
Now 80 to your washing as quick as
you can, ard lry and have i. done in
soma kind Of season Tor cnca. Aud have
your dinner cooked decen.ly for once, If
you can
Not s. word OF thanks 70 the poor ser-
van, TOR having held the baby 50 long,
while her WORK was lying unlono below
Stairs. What had so suddenly changed
Mrs. Simpkia's look AID manners {?
Vast dciyon away her sweetness and
p,4cidi.y-her heavenly smile? How
changed her voice was, So keen aud
cutting! How angry she looked as she
called to her little son:
Jimmy. come here ~
The boy obeycd.
Now don't you ever again come to
the parlor when I'm there with compa-
ny she exclaimed 10 the young intruder,
as she cutred him first on one ear and
then on the other, making them both
ring. She did not call him darling"
then. "Yoa're the woys. boy | ever
saw" she wen, on. Il have no idea
what you'll grow up TO be. How many
times have told you not to come to the
parlor when I'm there with company?
Aud yet you always come. Just as sure
as am there in comes your !rowzy head"
This was true. Tor the child was bright
enough to know his opportunity. The
only sweet, liberal time his mother ever
had WIS when she was under the OBJ
servation of company. Then. for appear
ance sake. she would give him what he
asked for. He always had TO pay Tor it
afterwards in tingling ears and smarIiug
fish. but he was well accustomed.
toughened, and did not mind them much.
This uDsaiotly and uuwholesome treat
ment had only just been administered to
jimmy, when an o1or Of burning soup
was percep,ib.e.
Bridget" screamed Mrs. Simpkins !;
'your soup is burning, Bridget" No
answer came; and leaving the baby
with Jimmy. Mrs. Simpkins flew to the
kitchen and snatched the kettle from the
stove.
What made you let the soup burn y
she exclaimed as Bridget entered.
Il was on the shed, ma'am."
But you ought not to be out of your
kitchen when you have anything on the
fire "
but l had to hang out the clothes. or
they wouldn't be dried. | was SO long
with the baby that the washing's back,
ma'am."
Il never saw anything like it. You
always have some excuse, no matter
what you do. Why didn't you set the
soup back while you were on the shed ?"
Il didn't think OF il, sure"