The Little Gleaner, Vol. X.: A Monthly Magazine for the YoungVarious
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The Little Gleaner, Vol. X.: A Monthly Magazine for the Young
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Christian literature for children -- Periodicals
But if you find yourself at last
A guiltier sinner still,
The Gospel is revealed for such--
"Come, whosoever will."
Yes, there the secret is made known--
The remedy you need--
The precious blood of Christ alone
Can cleanse thought, word, and deed.
M. E. S.
_Corby._
"THOU, GOD, SEEST ME!"
"George," said a big boy, winking hard at his curly-headed little
comrade, "you may pick me some of those apples. Your father has fallen
asleep over his book in the study." George raised his fearless, honest
eyes to the older lad's face, and replied, "My Father is father's Father
too, and He neither slumbers nor sleeps" (Psa. cxxi. 4). George's Father
was the all-seeing God.
A VISIT TO THE IDRIAN MINES.
After passing through several parts of the Alps, and having visited
Germany, I thought I could not return home without visiting those
dreadful subterraneous caverns, where thousands are condemned to reside,
shut out from all hopes of ever seeing the cheerful light of the sun,
and obliged to toil out a miserable life under the whips of imperious
task-masters.
Imagine to yourself a hole in the side of a mountain, about five yards
over. Down this you are lowered in a kind of bucket to a depth of more
than one hundred fathoms, the prospect growing still more gloomy, yet
still widening as you descend. At length, after swinging in terrible
suspense for some time in this precarious situation, you reach the
bottom, and tread on the ground, which, by its hollow sound under your
feet, and the reverberations of the echo, seems thundering at every step
you take. In this gloomy and frightful solitude you are enlightened by
the feeble gleam of lamps, here and there dispersed, so as that the
wretched inhabitants of these mansions can go from one place to another
without a guide; though I could scarcely discern, for some time,
anything--not even the person who came to show me these scenes of
horror.
From this description, I suppose you have but a disagreeable idea of the
place; yet let me assure you that it is a palace, if the habitation be
compared with the inhabitants. Such wretches my eyes never yet beheld.
The blackness of their visages only serves to cover a horrid paleness,
caused by the noxious qualities of the mineral they are employed in
procuring.
As they, in general, consist of malefactors, condemned for life to this
task, they are fed at the public expense; but seldom consume much
provision, as they lose their appetites in a short time, and commonly,
in about two years, expire, through a total contraction of all the
joints.
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