The Life of Jesus Christ for the Young, Vol. 4: And His Life Depicted in a Gallery of Eighty PaintingsNewton, Richard
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The Life of Jesus Christ for the Young, Vol. 4: And His Life Depicted in a Gallery of Eighty Paintings
Newton, Richard
Jesus Christ -- Art; Jesus Christ -- Biography -- Juvenile literature
In a moment the storm of passion was stilled. The slave burst into tears;
and falling at the feet of his deliverer, he exclaimed, “_You have taken
my heart captive! I am your servant forever!_”
Few of us may have the opportunity of showing kindness as this merchant
did. But every boy and girl in the land may follow the example of the
noble lad whose kindness to the aged is told in these simple lines:
SOMEBODY’S MOTHER.
“The woman was old, and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of the winter’s day;
The street was wet with recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing, and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
None heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
“Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of ‘school let out,’
Came the boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
Past the woman so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir
“Lest the carriage-wheels, or the horses’ feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.
At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low
‘I’ll help you across if you wish to go.’
Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt, or harm,
“He guided the trembling feet along,
Glad that his own were firm and strong.
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
‘She’s somebody’s mother, you know,
Altho’ she is aged, and poor, and slow;
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
“‘If ever she’s poor, and old, and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.’
And ‘somebody’s mother’ bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, ‘God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride, and joy!’”
Let us never forget the lesson of tenderness which Jesus taught on the
morning of his resurrection.
_The only other lesson, in connection with the resurrection of Christ, of
which we would now speak is about—THE WAY OF SHOWING OUR LOVE TO HIM._
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