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THE MYSTERIOUS KNIFE-GRINDER.
had a long talk with him, and she declared he was either a gentleman, or a thief, or a conjuror. He told her such strange things about herself, which were every one true.”
Towards evening, the housemaid went out again to fasten the shutters and to lock the area gate. Just as she had finished, she heard a sharp rattling wheel, and looking round saw the knife-grinder. He looked tired, not cheery as he was in the morning, and would have passed her without notice if she had not stopped him and said,
“ You hadn't much patience this morning, old man!” He looked doubtful for a moment, then replied
“Did you go to fetch some scissors, and did I go away?"
• Yes,” said the housemaid, “ you know that.” “Ah,” he said, “I couldn't help it, but if you
'11 give me your scissors now, I will lend you a pair instead of them, and leave yours at your cousin the fruiterer's in Gray's Inn Lane to-morrow. You can call for them when you go there on Sunday, and you may keep mine till I see you again.”
The housemaid was too much surprised either to answer or to fetch her scissors. She stood looking at the old man, who told her to make haste for her mistress would want her candle lighted, and he wanted to go home and get his supper. At the same time he took out a pair of beautiful new scissors, and told her to take care of them, and not to give them to any one till she saw him.
She fetched her scissors, which were of a very peculiar and old-fashioned make, having been given to her when she went to service by her grandmother, after they had served her purpose from childhood.
The old man took them, and nodding kindly, bade her "Good night.” When she went in she hardly liked to tell the cook what had happened, and as she did not do so at first, she felt less and less inclined afterwards.
On Sunday she went to visit her cousin the fruiterer in Gray's Inn Lane, according to her usual custom, but she did not find her scissors; the old man whom she described was often in the habit of passing down the lane, but they had not seen him for some days. “ He is a very
odd man,” said her cousin, “he seems to know everybody and everything in London. I had heard different reports of him, and I once determined to follow him to his home, for the purpose of finding out from his neighbours who he was and what kind of life he led, but he tired out my patience, and at last gave me the slip,”
Every Sunday the housemaid visited her cousin, but her scissors were never returned, and she continued to use the beautiful bright ones till they lost something of their polish.
In the process of time, the cook's temper, the mistress's unreasonableness, the master's exactions, and the housemaid's indisposedness to put up with any of them, caused a rupture, and she changed her place.
She did not live in the new one very long, and at last, her health failing her, she gave up London, and returned to her native air, and became head housemaid to the Squire.
Plenty of work, which she loved, plenty of fresh air, which was health to her, kind employers, pleasant companions, and her family near at hand, soon made her forget London, its disagreeables and her one solitary relation the greengrocer, and but for the following circumstance she might perhaps never have thought again of her scissors and the old knife-grinder.
One day her mistress asked her if she thought she could dress hair sufficiently well to go with her on a visit to a family of distinction in the neighbourhood. She wished to give her own maid a holiday, and was willing to take her in her place if she thought she could supply it.
The housemaid agreed, and after a few lessons from the lady's maid, considered herself ready, and she went as it was arranged. It was
a beautiful place, very extensive, the grounds magnificently laid out, conservatories, picture-galleries, music-room, and museum of the highest order.
As she had very little to do, when her lady's toilet was completed, but to amuse herself, she often sauntered about, when the company were not in the way, in one or other of these places, feasting her eyes with the novelties they contained. The place that interested her most was a most beautiful aviary which led by a curious antique door into the museum.
She was sitting there one day with some work, delighting herself with the pretty creatures around her, when, to her dismay, she heard footsteps coming, and she knew well that her only hope of escape was into the museum.
Earnestly hoping that she should be left there in peace, she hurried in, and whilst the company, among whom was her mistress, were admiring the birds, she hid herself behind an antique screen, for fear they should follow her.
She had not been there very long when they did. She saw them come in through the crack of
The Second Epiphany.
the screen, her mistress, several ladies, and a fairhaired young gentleman who was exhibiting the beauties of the place.
After leading them round about the room, he stopped before one case which contained every variety of small cutlery, showing the improvement in the art from many ages back to the present time.
The ladies were warm in their admiration, some admiring one thing, some another.
At last they withdrew, and the housemaid was delivered from her disagreeable position.
As soon as they were all gone she ventured forth, and looking at the case which had attracted so much attention, beheld, to her no small amazement, her own scissors. There was no mistaking them, they were unlike any she had ever seen, unlike any that were there, and she had no doubt it was of them the ladies were speaking when they were discoursing eloquently upon some one article.
She was naturally inflamed by curiosity. When and how came they there?
When she was dressing her mistress in the evening for dinner, she could not help telling her of the circumstance, hoping that she would gain from her host some account of how they came into her possession.
The lady thought at first it might be a mistake, but on her assuring her it was not, explained it easily, saying that the old knife-grinder, finding they were very curious, and knowing their value, had sold them either mediately or immediately to the gentleman.
That evening the lady sent for the housemaid to come to her in an ante-chamber, where she was standing with her master, the owner of the place (the same young gentleman whom she had seen in the museum), and several others. It was to arrange some part of her dress, which had been torn in the conservatory.
The housemaid performed the required work and withdrew, not raising her eyes beyond her mistress's gown.
That evening there was going to be a sort of fête in the grounds, and the housemaid, with some other servants, had stationed herself in a convenient place for seeing the company.
By degrees the others went away, and she was left alone, still watching from among the trees all that was passing. She did not hear at first the sound of a little wheel near her, till the cry “ Knives to grind! Scissors to grind !” struck her ear, and she turned round and beheld the old knife-grinder.
By the Rev. GORDON CALTHROP, M.A.
TAG WELVE years have
passed by since the events of which I spoke in my last paper; and now the little baby whom we saw in the cattletrough has grown up
into a fine and strikinglooking lad, tall and strong. He lives with Joseph, and Mary His mother, at a little village called Nazareth, in Galilee. Joseph keeps a carpenter's shop, and Jesus has helped him in his work, and has handled, young as He is, the saw and the plane, and the adze and the hammer,
and has always done His work thoroughly well. He has never given Joseph and Mary a moment's trouble. They have always been able to trust Him out of their sight, knowing that He would not do anything that was wrong; and all the village remarks that Jesus, they know not why, though He is bright and cheerful, is quite unlike other boys—He is so good, so pure, so kind, so conscientious, so devoted to God.
Now the time of the Passover-Feast is coming on, and Jesus goes up with His parents, I think for the first time, to Jerusalem to be present at the Feast. For the first time He sees the Holy City, and the Temple, and the sacrifices, and hears the hymns of David chanted in the Temple-courts, and takes His part in the processions; and perhaps you can imagine, dear children, what feelings stirred in His heart when He found Himself walking in His Father's house, and occupied about His Father's business.
He was a thoughtful boy; and now He understands, what He could not have understood when He was a baby, and when He was a child, that He was the Son of God, and was sent to do the Father's will in saving sinners.
Well, the Feast is over, the sacrifices are no longer offered, the songs are hushed, the processions are ended, and the people begin to pack up their goods and prepare for their journey home; and presently the people of Nazareth stream out of the city-gate, most of them on foot, and begin to climb the hills in the direction of Galilee. After a little while it is found that Jesus is not in the com
PETS, AND HOW TO TREAT THEM.-DOGS.
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BY THE EDITOR.
pany. Where is He? Where can He be? And Joseph and Mary turn back in great distress, and go to Jerusalem to find Him. What can have happened?” they say.
" He has never before caused us a moment's anxiety.” They search for Him that evening, and the whole of the next day, and the next morning; and at last going to the Temple, the place to which I think they ought to have gone first, they find Him amongst the learned men (who are called “doctors'), hearing them and asking them questions.
He is not lifting up His hand and preaching to these aged men. He is asking them questions, and all are astonished at His understanding and
Here He is then in His Father's house; and this is what I call the “ Second Epiphany,” the manifestation or showing of Christ as a Son in His Father's house.
Mary is so distressed at what has happened, that she is almost inclined to blame Jesus for causing them so much anxiety. But Jesus has not been thoughtless; He has only been doing His duty. He has been obeying God; He has been "about His Father's business.” And this is what He tells His mother; and though she does not quite understand His words, she is satisfied. “She kept all His sayings in her heart."
Now mark what follows! Jesus knows Himself to be the Son of God, and knows that He has a great work to do for the glory of God and the benefit of mankind-a work so great that never was anything like it—and yet He is contented to wait! Why? Because it is the will of His heavenly Father that He should wait. Nay, and more than this. He goes down to Nazareth, and is “subject to” Joseph, and His mother Mary, setting to all children an example of loving submission and obedience to their earthly parents.
all boys and girls love dogs I feel sure. I suppose there is hardly a boy who reads these words who has not, some time or other, had a dog for a pet.
Perhaps it was a noble St. Bernard,
admired by all who saw it, perhaps it was a nondescript cur that had no beauty except in its master's eyes, but whatever it looked like, it was faithful and intelligent, and more than repaid its master's love.
Very likely you think “everybody knows how to treat a dog,” but everybody makes mistakes sometimes, and as often in the management of a dog as in anything else.
First as to food. A dog should only be fed once a day, and that, if possible, in the evening. It should not have much meat; in fact, dog-biscuits, varied by an occasional bone, and cooked vegetables, are far better for it. All the odd bits people delight to give their dogs are very bad for their health ; indeed, as a general rule, if a dog's food were reduced by one-third, it would be more comfortable, and less likely to snap at its friends and fight its enemies than it is at present.
A pan of water should be kept where the dog can easily get at it, and a piece of stone brimstone kept in the water. The dog will not object to it after a time, even if it does at first, and the brimstone will help to keep its coat in good condition.
A dog should have plenty of exercise. You can hardly give it too much. If you have not the opportunity of giving your dog a good long run in the open air every day, you had better not keep one at all. Old dogs and small dogs will not need
As Busy as a Bee.
E have always supposed that bees were the busiest creatures alive, but it seems that wasps are even more industrious. Sir John Lubbock, who has observed many wonderful things about insects,
tells us that he provided two stores of honey and brought a bee to one, a wasp to the other. The wasp began work first, at four o'clock in the morning, and went steadily on without rest till a quarter to eight in the evening, during that time visiting the honey 116 times. The bee began work later and left off earlier. Evidently the wasps have not yet struck for shortened hours.
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so much, but it is absolutely cruel to keep a large dog in a house and give it but little exercise.
Then as to training. Very great care is needed in training a dog. You must insist on implicit obedience, and it may, and robably will, be necessary to have recourse to a whip or cane to enforce it, but, remember, if you are inconsistent and punish your pet to-day for what you allowed it to do yesterday, the dog's sense of right and wrong becomes confused, and it no longer tries to do or to avoid certain things, but rather to accommodate itself to your humour. Above all, never strike any animal when you are out of temper. Probably when you are cool the occasion for punishment will have disappeared altogether, certainly you will regret having been too hard on the poor creature.
Dogs vary in intelligence very much. I have noticed among small dogs that the better-looking ones are generally less clever than the ugly ones; but I believe this is not the case among large dogs.
Perhaps you might like to hear something about the dog who I told you last month was so kind to the poor neglected kitten, Tit.
His name was Flow, at least, that was the name he bore when I first knew him, but as he was a stray dog taken in out of pity, and not very young at the time, his real name and early history will, I fear, never be known. He was about the size and something the shape of a Pomeranian dog. His head and a large part of his body were black, his nose, legs, and the fore-part of his body were white. His ears were long and drooping, and so was his hair, only the black part was curly, while the white was straight, and this gave him a curious appearance. On the whole, Flow was
a finelooking dog, but his temper was not very good.
He hated cats, and hunted them with nearly as much ardour as he fought his particular enemy, a hideous sandy cur with an upper lip drawn up to show the fangs beneath. This made his kindness to Tit more remarkable. He would allow her to take any liberty she pleased with him, while he never lost an opportunity of giving her mother a hint that he preferred her room to her company.
Flow had a bad habit of rushing into the street and barking furiously at the heels of any person who happened to be passing by. This habit nearly cost him his life on two occasions."
One Sunday morning a navvy walking by Flow's house was thus assailed, and he took off his heavy boot and struck the dog on the head, then passed on, leaving poor Flow lying quivering on the pavement. It was thought he was dead, but after
a copious application of cold water, he recovered his senses, and in a few weeks was as well as ever.
Another time a near neighbour administered a dose of poison, which very nearly put an end to Flow's existence, but his fine constitution brought him through, and his disappointed enemy must have heard his bark many a time afterwards. Flow was a capital house-dog, and on one occasion, when the family was knocked up by the police in the middle of the night, and a procession of grotesque figures armed with candles and pokers hunted unsuccessfully for the thief who was supposed to have entered by the open window, it was surmised that his barking had frightened away the would-be burglar before he had accomplished his design.
As he grew old, Flow declined going walking, but used to lie all day on the door-step, lazily wagging his tail at any who passed out, but not attempting to accompany them.
Occasionally, however, he took a fancy to go with the one member of the family who did not want him, and then he used to keep out of sight till they were a considerable distance from home, and he felt secure of not being sent back, when he would trot up and show himself, much more to his own satisfaction than that of his companion, who one day lost a train by this little manoeuvre.
It was believed that Flow always understood what was said to him, and that it was want of will rather than of power that made him sometimes ignore it. However, he never gave so striking a proof of this as did a dog belonging to a lady who used to write under the name of “Charlotte Elizabeth.' Perhaps you have read some of her books? She had a splendid Newfoundland dog called Bronté. He was in the habit of running beside the carriage, and on one occasion had been nearly lost in London, giving some alarm to his mistress. The next time she was going to London, she said to her husband the night before, when talking over the plans for the coming day, “ Bronté had better be fastened up to-morrow morning, so that he may not go with the carriage." Bronté was in the room, and the next morning when he was looked for to be tied up he was nowhere to be found. After a short delay they started, and had not got above a mile on their way when Bronté was seen waiting for them at the side of the road. It was too late to turn back, so he got his way.
But to return to Flow: he got old and ill, and suffered so much pain that one of his young masters shot him, and he was buried in the garden with a laurel bush to mark his grave.
(7) A large bird, compared with Saul and Jonathan for
swiftness; also mentioned by our Lord. (8) A person infected with a dreadful disease common in
Palestine. The initials of the answers to the above, read downwards, give one of the names by which our Lord was called before His birth; the finals, read downwards, give another name by which He is often spoken of in the Old Testament.
N the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.
8. When the Edomites refused to let the Israelites pass
through their land, why were they not fought with
and overcome as were the Amorites ? 9. In which tribes were the Cities of Refuge situate ? 10. What place was called the “City of Palm-trees ” ? II. How many feasts to the Lord were the Jews com
manded to keep in the year? 12. The Book of Deuteronomy was quoted by our Lord
three times in one interview. Find the passages. 13. What did the manna sent for the food of the Israelites
look and taste like? 14. What was the offering of each head of a tribe at the
dedication of the altar in the Tabernacle?
ANSWERS TO BIBLE QUESTIONS.
1. Exod. xxxvi.
The total Number of Marks given for the January Questions was 30, of which Joseph Peachell has obtained 29, Ellen M. Bergman, 28, May Thornewill, 27, F. E. Douglas 25, Gertrude Humphreys 25, James H. S. Costello, 25, Stanley Caukwell 24, Constance Bligh 24, James Corney 23, Annie Stephens 23, H. E. Lang 23, Louie Macdonald 22, Ernest L. Collins 22, Williel Irby 21, May Irby 21, P. A. Irby 20, Sarah A. Lock 20, R. Wealthy 20, Edith M. Pollard 19, Ellen A. Fisher 19, Mabel P. Fitzgerald 18, Catherine P. Fitzgerald. 18, Alice E. Milliner 16, Lucy Pidcoek 16, E. R. Barker 15. John H. Price 12, W. S. Davidson 9, Arthur Ford 9, George Broadbent 9, John W. Howart 9, Willie Hobby 9, G. Pattinson 7.
DOUBLE BIBLICAL ACROSTIC. (1) A son of Aaron and chief priest. (2) A deed beyond man's power. (3) One of two men to whom God gave power to
prophesy, when the Israelites grumbled at having
only manna to eat. (4) A precious stone, among those worn on the breast
plate of the High Priest. (It is called from a river
in Sicily.) (5) What, if it be good, is better than precious ointment ? (6) One of the two mysterious objects worn on the breast
plate of the High Priest, by means of which the Divine decision was learnt,
ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. Willie Hobby.—Thank you for your nice letter. Your answers are quite right, only next time you must try the questions as well as the puzzle.
Emily Rich.—You do not seem quite to understand the puzzle. If you read the questions carefully you will see that your answers have no reference to them.