The central Presbyterian. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1856-1908, 1880-05-19
Each Day it's Verse.

Bavaria, In queer old house, that looked
as if it had never been built, but had
sprouted and grown and had never been
pruned, one day sat by her sunny deep
window, an old woman who herself looked
as if she had not only grown but ripened,
and then been preserved like prune or
fig, into something sweet and good,
that would keep for ever.
She was knitting now and had been
knitting always, and it seemed that she
might continue to knit, as well, if not a
little better than not, till the end of time.
dare say she had covered miles of
hands and feet in her lifetime, and made
them warm How much of her had
gone into needle and yarn who can tell !?
But other things are knitting and are
knitted day by day Heads and hearts
and souls are knitted all the time.
So, as the needles flashed in the light,
old Mathilde said, No day without its
verse;"
Before her sat young girl as fair of
face as apple bloom; white and pink and
red blended from cheek to brow, and
yellow strands of hair lay down her waist.
A great Bible lay in her lap, from which
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and listened, and lifted her clear, blue,
untaught eyes.
They are Master Luthers words, "
said Mathilde, "and good words they
are, my Madchen, true as the sun.
90 Stitch by stitch,
Minute by minute,
Verse by verse,
that is the way all good work comes.
G" No day without its verse, turned
the Gospel of our Lord into the German,
for every soul to feed upon and be made
strong
The woman paused The young girl
went on reading the wonderful old wor Is
of inspiration that have thrilled millions
of hearts down through all the centuries
to this day She read, "Let not your
heart be troubled. Ye believe in God,
believe also in me. In my Father
house are many mansions. If it were
not so would have told you go to
prepare place for you. \ X With
er go ye know and the way we know"
AT every added sentence the old
woman swayed back and forth and NUT
tered, Yes, yes, yes. That is enough,
enought my Madchen, for to-day
enough and enough, and more than
enough. To-day we will have, Let not
your heart be troubled, and our hearts
will not be troubled. They will be quiet
as the warm sunlight falling in the win
dow, untroubled as the birds fitting
hither and thither through the vines
without. We children of Christ may
not be afraid, or dismayed, or discour-
aged, when he saith, Let not your hearts
be troubled. Ay, tbs precious verse,
for he stands on the other side beyond
our seeing, and sees the things we may
not see, and know the things we may not
now know, and so he whispers all the
day, Let not thy heart be troubled, for
he knows that the worst that can come
to any one is not fatal, 70, not if this old
body is tied to the stake and the flames
consume it. Tomorrow, child, we will
think about the many mansions, and after
that about the Comforter, even the Spirit
of truth, which in troubled times brings
to the remembrance the precious words
poor old head cannot always hold when
other things crowd in So, little by lit
tie, stitch by stitch, day by day, and
verse by verse, does every thing go on,
and truth is the same forever"
Little Madchen turned her blue eyes
out Of the easement and wondered what
good Mathilde could mean, and won
dered too why she liked to be beside the
old woman and read the good Book to
her And she wonderedtoo if she would
know all about it from first to last. And
she thought Maybe shall, if go stitch
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