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plicitly, because we are taught to believe all is for our

good which they command or forbid. If we undertake . a voyage, we trust entirely to the skill and conduct of

the pilot; we never torment ourselves with thinking that he will carry us east when he has promised to carry us west. If a dear and tried friend makes us a promise, we depend on him for the performance, and do not wound his feelings by our suspicions. When you used to go your annual journey to London in the mail-coach, you confided yourself to the care of the coachman, that he would carry you where he had engaged to do so; you were not anxiously watching him, and distrusting and inquiring at every turning. When the doctor sends home your medicine, don't you so. fully trust in his ability and good will, that you swallow it down in full confidence? You never think of inquiring what are the ingredients, why they are mixed in that particular way, why there is inore of one and less of another, and why they are bitter instead of sweet?-If one dose does not cure you, he orders another, and changes the medicine when he fees the first does you no good, or that by long use the same medicine has lost its effect; if a weaker fails, he prescribes a stronger; you swallow all, you submit to all, never questioning the skill or the kindness of the physician.—God is the only being whom we do not trust, though He is the only one who is fully competent, both in will and power, to fulfil all his promises; and who has solemnly and repeatedly pledged himself to fulfil them in those scriptures which we receive as his revealed will. · " Mr. Simpson thanked me for my little Sermon, as he called it; but said, at the same time, that what made my exhortations produce a powerful effect on his mind was, the patient cheerfulness with which he was pleased to say I bore my share in our inisfortunes. A submissive behaviour, he said, was the best practical illustration of a real faith. When we had thanked God for our supper, we prayed together; after which we read the eleventh chapter of the Epistle to the Hebrews. When

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my husband had finished it, he said, Surely, if God's chiet favourites have been martyrs, is not that a fufficient proof that this world is not a place of happiness, nor earthly prosperity the reward of virtue? Shall we, after reading this chapter, complain of our petty trials? Shall we not rather be thankful that our affliction is so light?

"Next day Mr. Simpson walked out in search of some employment, by which we mnight be supported. He got a recommendation to Mr. Thomas, an opulent farmer and factor, who had large concerns, and wanted a kilful person to assist him in keeping his accounts, This we thought a fortunate circumstance;. for we found that the salary would serve to procure us at least all the neceffaries of life. The farmer was fo pleased with Mr. Siinpson's quickness, regularity, and good sense, that he offered us, of his own accord, a little neat cottage of his own which then happened to be vacant, and told us we should live rent-free, and promised to be a friend to us.”-6 All does seem for the best now, indeed,” interrupted Mrs. Betty.-" We shall see,” said Mrs. Simpfon, and thus went on:

"I now became very easy and very happy; and was cheerfully employed in putting our few things in order, and making every thing look to the best advantage. My husband, who wrote all the day for his employer, in the evenings affifted me in doing up our little garden. This was a source of much pleafure to us; we both loved a garden, and we were not only contented but cheerful. Our employer had been absent some weeks on his annual journey. He came home on a Saturday night, and the next morning sent for Mr. Simpson to come and settle his accounts, which were got behind-hand by his long absence. We were just going to church, and Mr. Siinpfou sent back word, that he would call and speak to him on his way home. A fecond messige followed, ordering him to come to the farmer's direčily: he agreed that we would walk round that way, and that my husband should call and excuse his attendance.

-** The farmer, more ignorant and worse educated than his ploughmen, with all that pride and haughtiness which the possession of wealth, without knowledge or religion, is apt to give, rudely asked my husband what he meant by sending him word that he could not come to him till the next day; and inlifted that he should stay and settle the accounts then. 'Sır,' said my husband, in a very respectful manner, I am on my road to church, and am afraid I shall be too late.'-' Are you so ?' said the farmer. ? Do you know who sent for you? You may, however, go to church, if you will, so you make haste back; and, d'ye hear, you may leave your accounts with me, as I conclude you have brought them with you; I. will look them over by the time you return, and then you and I can do all I want to have done to-day in about a couple of hours; and I will give you home some letters to copy for me in the evening.'- Sir,' answered my husband, I dare not obey you; it is Sunday.' And so you refuse to settle my accounts only because it is sunday?''Sir,' replied Mr. Simpson, it if you would give me a handful of silver and gold I dare not break the commandment of my God.'— Well,' said the farmer, ¢ but this is not breaking the commandment; I don't order you to drive my cattle, or to work in my garden, or to do any thing which you might fancy would be a . bad example.'-'Sir,' replied my husband, the example indeed goes a great way, but it is not the first object. The deed is wrong in itself.'- Well, but I shall not keep you from church; and when you have been there, there is no harm in doing a little business, or taking a little pleasure the reft of the day'-- Sir,' answered my husband, the commandment does not say, thou shalt keep holy the Sabbath morning, but the Sabbath day.'

Get out of my house, you puritanical rascal, and out or my cottage too,' said the farmer; • for if you refuse to do my work, I am not bound to keep my engagement with you; as you will not obey me as a master, I shall not pay you as a servant.' Sir,' faid Mr. Simpson, I would gladly obey you, but I have a master in heaven

whom I dare not disobey.' - Then let him find employe ment for you,' said the enraged farmer ; ' for I fancy you will get but poor employment on earth with these scrupulous notions, and so send home my papers directly, and pack off out of the parish.' Out of your cottage,' faid my husband, · I certainly will, but as to the parish, I hope I may remain in that, if I can find employ. ment.'- I will make it too hot to hold you,' replied the farmer, fo you had better troop off bag and bag. gage; for I am overseer, and as you are fickly, it is my duty not to let any vagabonds stay in the parish who are likely to become chargeable.'

“ By the time my husband returned home, for he found it too late to go to church, I had got our little dinner ready; it was a better one than we had for a long while been accustomed to fee, and I was unusually cheerful at this improvement in our circumstances. I saw his eyes full of tears; and oh! with what pain did he bring himself to tell me that it was the last dinner we must ever eat in that house. I took his hand with a smile, and only-faid, the Lord gave and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.' Notwithstanding this sudden stroke of injustice,' said iny husband, this is still a happy country. Our employer, it is true, may turn us out at a moment's notice, because the cottage is his own, but he has no further power over us; he cannot confine or punish us. His riches, it is true, give . him power to insult, but not to oppress us. The same laws to which the affluent resort, protect us also. And as to our being driven out from a cottage, how many persons of the highest rank have lately been driven out from their palaces and castles; persons, too, born in a station which we never enjoyed, and used to all the indul. gences of that rank and wealth we never knew, are at this moment wandering over the face of the earth, without a house and without bread, exiles and beggars; while we, bleffed be God, are in our own native land; we have still our liberty, our limbs, the protection of just and equal laws, our churches, our bibles, and our fabbarlas.'

the poor lodging, had cheerfully renable serenity to

* This happurtate of my husband's mind hushed my. forrows, and I never once murmured; nay, I sat down to dinner with a degree of cheerfulness, endeavouring to cast all our care on · Him that careth for us. We had begged to stay till the next morning, as Sunday was not the day on which we liked to remove; but we were ordered not to sleep another night in that house; so as we had little to carry, we marched off in the evening to the poor lodging we had before occupied. The thought that my husband had cheerfully renounced his little all for conscience sake gave an unspeakable serenity to my mind; and I felt thankful, that though cast down we were not forsaken: nay, I felt a lively gratitude to God that, while I doubted not he would accept this little facrifice, as it was heartily made for his fake, he had graciously forborne to call us to greater trials.” a “ And so you were turned adrift once more? Well, ma'am, saying your presence, I hope you won't be such a fool to say all was for the best now.”_" Yes, Betty, He who does all things well, now made his kind Providence more manifest than ever. That very night, while we were sweetly sleeping in our poor lodging, the pretty cottage out of which we were so unkindly driven, was burned to the ground by a flash of lightning, which caught the thatch, and so completely consumed the whole little building, that had it not been for that merciful Providence who thus over-ruled the cruelty of the farmer for the preservation of our lives, we must have been burned to alhes with the house." It was the Lord's doing, and it was marvellous in our eyes.'--0 that men would therefore praise the Lord for his goodness, and for all the wonders that he doeth for the children of men! .“ I will not tell you all the trials and afflictions which befel us afterwards. I would also spare my heart the fad fiory of my husband's death.”_" Well, that was another blessing too, I suppose," said Betty.-- Oh, it was the severest trial ever fent ine!" replied Mrs. Simpson, a few tears quietly stealing down her face. I almolt lunk

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