The battle of life : $b or, What is a ChristianA. L. O. E.
Religion
The battle of life : $b or, What is a Christian
A. L. O. E.
Children's stories, English; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
Three times during the night did the anxious young maid rise to see
if her charges were resting quietly. She gently replaced the coverlet
which Tom had tossed off in his sleep. The night-light placed on the
saucer was burning very feebly indeed; it was flickering, dying; in a
few moments more it would go out, and leave the nursery in darkness.
Susan took another from the box, lit it, and stood for a little space
watching the tiny spark.
"I am a poor weak girl," thought Susan. "I can do very little, indeed,
to show my love for my Lord, but there was one command which He gave
to all His servants, and so to me amongst the rest: 'Let your light
so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify
your Father which is in heaven.' † I cannot serve God as clergymen and
missionaries do, learned and holy men who shine as great lights in
the world; but may not even I be as this tiny night-light, shut up in
a quiet nursery, where no one cares to look at it, yet throwing its
feeble light around, useful according to its power, shining as well
as it can, though it seems little more than a spark? Even I, in my
humble way, may spend and be spent for my Lord, and help to cheer and
enlighten others, though they be but two little children."
† Matt. v. 16.
The thought was a sweet one to Susan, and she fell asleep with the
prayer on her lips, "Oh, bless me, and make me a blessing!"
CHAPTER III.
A Dinner-Party.
TOM FAIRLEY arose in the morning perfectly free from fever, and the
doctor, when he came in the forenoon, said that the boy would soon
be as well as ever, and that in one or two days, should the weather
continue warm, he and his little sister might take a turn in the garden.
"A turn in the garden indeed," muttered Tom, as soon as the doctor had
left the room, "it's not there that I'm going, to trot up and down the
stupid gravel walks, or make daisy-chains like a baby. Susan, you shall
take us to the toy-shop in the town, and there we will spend all our
money, and buy lots of pretty things, and sweeties besides, and make
ourselves jolly."
The boy finished his sentence by spinning his crown-piece on the table,
amusing himself by watching the round half-transparent silver globe
which it seemed to form, till the motion given by his fingers became
less rapid, and gradually the globe rattled down into its natural form,
and lay as a piece of money on the table.
Susan waited till the noise of the spinning was over, and then quietly
observed, "I am afraid, Master Tom, that a long time must pass before
it will be right for you and your sister to shop in the town."
"Why, mamma often takes us there," said the boy.
"Remember that for weeks, if not months, there will be a risk of your
giving the fever to any one whom you meet. You carry infection with
you."
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