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thanked God, who had healed him; and he vowed that he would always serve and pray to the one true God, who was good enough and strong enough to save his life. He rode back home well and happy; and when his wife saw him, she threw her arms about his neck and cried for joy.

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As for the little girl, she must have been very happy, too; for though she was only a little slave, whom nobody cared for, it was she who had told Naaman of Elisha and God, and so helped to bring all the joy that everybody shared in the great captain's home. wonder if the king did not send for her and thank her? Surely Naaman and his wife must have loved her; and I like to think that they cared for her as if she had been their own little girl, and set her free.

-HENRY HALLAM TWEEDY.

She hath done what she could.

Mark xiv. 8.

1. How were slaves treated in olden times?

2. Tell about the little girl who was taken as a slave.

3. Why was Naaman unhappy?

4. What did the little girl want Naaman to do?

5. What did Elisha tell Naaman to do?

6. How did Naaman regard this?

7. What happened when he obeyed Elisha?

8. Whom did Naaman thank?

BISHOP HATTO

THE summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet;
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.

Every day the starving poor

Crowded around Bishop Hatto's door,
For he had a plentiful last-year's store,
And all the neighborhood could tell
His granaries were furnish'd well.

At last Bishop Hatto appointed a day
To quiet the poor without delay;
He bade them to his great barn repair,

And they should have food for the winter there.

Rejoiced such tidings good to hear,

The poor folk flock'd from far and near;
The great barn was full as it could hold
Of women and children, and young and old.

Then when he saw it could hold no more,
Bishop Hatto he made fast the door;
And while for mercy on Christ they call,
He set fire to the barn and burnt them all.

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"I' faith, 'tis an excellent bonfire !" quoth he,

"And the country is greatly obliged to me, For ridding it in these times forlorn

Of rats, that only consume the corn.'

So then to his palace returned he,
And he sat down to supper merrily,
And he slept that night like an innocent man;
But Bishop Hatto never slept again.

In the morning as he enter'd the hall,
Where his picture hung against the wall,
A sweat like death all over him came,
For the rats had eaten it out of the frame.

As he look'd there came a man from his farm,
He had a countenance white with alarm;
"My Lord, I open'd your granaries this morn,
And the rats had eaten all your corn."

Another came running presently,

And he was pale as pale could be;
"Fly! my Lord Bishop, fly," quoth he,
"Ten thousand rats are coming this way,
The Lord forgive you for yesterday!"

"I'll go to my tower on the Rhine,” replied he, "Tis the safest place in Germany;

"I'LL GO TO MY TOWER ON THE RHINE."