do not despise them, nor think them to bad to be saved." "I will write down the two verses mamma, about the leper kneeling, and Jesus touching him." "Very well, my love, and pray that you may be taught to follow the example of our dear Saviour in all things. Now let me hear your hymn." HYMN. WITH sad compassion Jesus looked "Unclean, unclean!" His doleful cry The sound at which his brethren fly, He spoke with voice of high command, We cannot say like him "I will,” And thus all sorrow cure; Yet we can help the poor. Like sunshine from above; PRAYER. O blessed Jesus, we are glad to hear and read of thy love and compassion to all men, when thou wast in this world. We thank thee that we have not in our bodies the sad diseases and pains. which many have; and we pray that when we are well and strong we may be seeking to serve thee and do good to others. But we have much sin in our souls, and we desire to bring that to thee, O Lord, and pray thee to take it away, and heal us, and cleanse us, as thou didst the poor leper. We know thou art both able and willing to help us. O may we never keep at a distance from thee. O hear us and be merciful to us, for we ask all for thine own name's sake. Amen. แ Jesus in the Storm. Он, mamma," said Ellen, next morning, "how dreadful the wind was last night! It awoke Harry and me in the middle of the night, and I thought I should never have fallen asleep again. I remembered what papa read to us one day about the houses that were all blown down in the West Indies; and when the nursery-door and windows shook so, I thought our house was to fall too. Were you not afraid, mamma ?" "Not exactly, my dear, though I did think it very awful. You know the houses in the West Indies are much smaller and less strong than ours, and the hurricanes, as the storms there are called, are more violent than we have. But the wind was very dreadful last night. I could not sleep, and I felt how very great was the power of God, JESUS IN THE STORM. 123 who sent these terrible blasts, and that if he pleased to make them just a little stronger, nothing could stand against them. And I thought, too, of the poor sailors out in the storm, and how much better off we were than they." Oh, mamma, poor nurse was crying, and she bade us pray for the sailors; and I knew she was thinking of her poor brother John, who is sailing to India just now. And then she began to tell us how Jesus had power over the wind when he was in this world, and could bid it be quiet all at once. Will you let us read about that some day ?" "Yes, we shall take it this morning. I am sure there is one among our pictures of Jesus in the storm." Mrs. Ross looked, and soon found the picture. See, here are the disciples in a ship, and the sea all high waves round them, and coming in upon them. What is Jesus doing?" "He is asleep. Oh, how strange! How could he sleep then?" "We shall read about it. Read here." "And the same day, when the even was come, he saith unto them, Let us pass over unto the other side. And when they had sent away the multitude, they took him even as he was in the ship. And there were also with him other little ships. And there arose a great storm of wind, and the waves beat into the ship, so that it was now full." -Mark iv. 35-37. "Do you know what sea this was?" No, mamma." "It was the sea of Galilee. here it is on the map. Look, Not salt water, but a beautiful lake, like some we have among our own hills. Jesus was very fond of this lake; he often sailed upon it, and preached in the villages on the shore. His disciples were mostly fishermen, and accustomed to be in boats. On that sea or lake blasts of wind often came down from the hills very suddenly, so that though it might have been a fine calm evening when they left the land, it was soon quite a storm. You see we |