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works are in the dark; and they say, Who seeth us? and Who knoweth us?” Isaiah xxix. 15.
Emily had been exceedingly ill for nine days; and every one feared that if her sever continued a few days longer she must die; when, by the mercy of God, it suddenly left her, and she fell asleep, and continued sleeping for many hours. O how did her dear papa and mamma rejoice, when they found her sleeping so sweetly! They went into another room, and fell on their knees, and blessed and praised God. And Mr. Fairchild pointed out these words to his wife : “For the Lord will not cast off for ever ; but though he cause grief, yet will he have compassion according to the multitude of his mercies : for he doth not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men.” Lament. iii. 31-33.
When Emily awoke, she was very weak, but her fever was gone : she kissed her papa and mamma, and wanted to tell them of the naughty things she had done, which had been the cause of her fever; but they would not allow her to speak. How kindly did Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild watch over their dear little girl, and provide her with every thing that was thought good for her!
From that day she got better: and at the end of a week from the time her fever left her, she was so well that she was able to sit up, and tell her mamma all the history of her stealing the damascenes, and of the sad way in which she had got the fever. “Oh! mamma!” said Emily, “what a wicked girl have I been! what trouble have I given to you, and to papa, and to the doctor, and to Betty! I thought that God would take no notice of my sin. I thought he did not see when I was stealing in the dark ; but I was much mistaken; his eye was upon me all the time, and he made me feel his anger. And yet how good, how very good it was of Him not to send me to hell for my wickedness? When I was ill, I might have died; and oh! mamma! mamma! what would have become of me then ?”
Mrs. Fairchild was very much affected when she heard her little girl talk in this way: she kissed her, and held her in her arms. “My beloved child,” said Mrs. Fairchild, “ God has been very good indeed to you; he has brought you through a dreadful illness ; and, what is better than this, he has brought you to a knowledge of your wickedness betimes. You might have gone on in your wickedness for many years, till you became a hardened sinner; but God, like a tender father, has chastised you, my child.”—Then Mrs. Fairchild showed Emily these verses :—" And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as unto children; My son, despise not thou the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him; for whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every one whom he receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not? But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons. Furthermore, we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us; and we gave them reverence; shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of Spirits, and live ? For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure ; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness. Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous ; nevertheless, afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.” Heb. xii. 5-11.
“Oh, mamma," said Emily, “ these are pretty verses; and when I am able, I will learn them, and I hope I shall never forget them.”
Mrs. Fairchild then knelt down by Emily's bed, and prayed; after which she sang a hymn. This prayer and hymn I shall put down in this place, that you may make use of it at any time when you may have been tempted to do any thing wrong, trusting that God could not see it.
The Prayer. O Lord, the great and dreadful God! who seest every thing and knowest every thing; from whom I cannot hide even one thought of my heart; whose eye can go down into the deepest and darkest place! how wicked have I been! O how wicked have I been! I thought that God would not know the cvil thing that I did; I thought that it was hid from him: but his eye was upon me, (his eye, so dreadful to the wicked !) his eye followed me wherever I went : he knew all I did, and he marked it in his book. O God, I thank thee for having brought me to the knowledge of my sin! O Holy Spirit, this is thy
glorious work. And now, O Holy Spirit, fill me with the fear of God; that I may know and feel that he is with me, and his eye upon me, wherever I go; and though my parents may not be with me, yet one more to be feared, even God, is looking upon me.
O God! thou hast the power of death, and the power to cast me into hell, into the place which burns for ever with fire and brimstone. O save me, save me from hell' save me, save me from eternal death! Fill my heart with holy fear, that I may have thee, my God, always in my thoughts.
Oh, Thou that art all fair, in whom is no spot or stain of sin! Thou, O bleeding Lamb, offer up unto God the prayer of a sinful child ; and obtain for me, in thy holy name, and for thy dear sake, that fear of God which is the beginning of wisdom.
And now to God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost, be all glory, and honour, and power, now and for ever. Amen.
“ Our Father,” &c.
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night;
All open to thy sight.
Nor wicked word we say,
Against the judgment day.
Be read and published there :
While men and angels hear?
Upward I dare not look ;
And blot them from thy book.
That my Redeemer felt;
And answer for my guilt.
T' indulge a sinful thought !
And write down every thought!
AFTER Emily's fever was gone, she got rapidly better every day. Her kind mamma never left her, but sat by her bed and talked to her, and provided every thing for her which was likely to do her good.
Oh, mamma!” said Emily one day, “ how good you are to me! and how good God has been to me! I wish I could live without making God angry any more ; but I know that my wicked heart will not let me. I am so happy, now that I feel that God has forgiven me for my wickedness! Pray, mamma, read the Bible often to me, because it is God's word, and I find in it what I must do to please God."
“Ah! my dear,” said Mrs. Fairchild,“ may God preserve in your heart this love of the Bible.”
“When I have done any thing to make you angry, mamma, and you have forgiven me, and I have kissed you, I always feel so happy! and then I am so much afraid of making you angry again-50 very much afraid !” said Emily. “And this is now what I feel towards God. I made God very angry when I stole those damascenes, and thought he did not see me: but I now feel that he has forgiven me, and that he loves me again ; and I love him very much indeed, and wish that I could always serve him and live with him.”
“He has forgiven you, my dear child, I have no doubt,” said Mrs. Fairchild, “ and filled your heart with love to himself: but I wish to know if you thoroughly understand wherefore God has forgiven you. Did he forgive you because you were sorry for your sins ?"
“ No, mamma,” said Emily, my being sorry was no goodness of mine : I should never have been sorry, if God had not broken my proud heart and made me sorry.”
“ For whose sake, then, my dear, has God forgiven you?' asked Mrs. Fairchild.
“I know, mamma,” answered Emily ; “ for the sake of his dear Son, the Lord Jesus Christ, who had no fault in him. He never did any thing wrong, and he died for me; he bore my punishment. I understand
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this now, though I did not understand it before; and I love him very much.”
Mrs. Fairchild. Then, my dear child, you can understand the meaning of those pretty verses: “ Thou art fairer than the children of men'-“He is altogether lovely."
“ Yes,” said Emily ; “the Lord Jesus Christ is altogether lovely : there is no fault in him, no black spot upon his heart. You do not know, mamma, how much I love him, and how very much afraid I am of making him angry again; I am even more afraid of making him * angry, than I am of making you and papa angry; and I am so pleased when I feel that he loves me.”
Mrs. Fairchild. My dear Emily, God has in his mercy brought you into a very holy and happy state of mind. Our Saviour says, that we must become like little children, humble, and loving God as children do their fathers and mothers, before we can enter the kingdom of God: “ Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, shall in no wise enter therein.". Luke xviii. 17. May God preserve you in this happy frame!
When Emily was well enough, Mr. Fairchild borrowed Farmer Jones's covered cart for two days; and he set out, with Mrs. Fairchild and Emily, to fetch Henry and Lucy from Mrs. Goodriche's. It was a lovely morning, at the finest season of the year: the little birds were singing in the hedges, and the grass and leaves of the trees shone with the dew. When John drove the cart out of the garden gate, and down the lane, “ Oh,” said Emily, “ how sweet the honeysuckles and the wild roses smell in the hedges! There, mamma, are some young lambs playing in the fields by their mothers : and there is one quite white, not a spot about it! It turns its pretty face towards us! How mild and gentle it looks!"
" Who is that,” said Mr. Fairchild, “who is compared in the Bible to a lamb without blemish and without
“Ah, papa ! one would think that you had heard what mamma and I were talking of the other day," said Emily. “Our Lord Jesus Christ is the Lamb without spot, who was slain for the sins of the world."
Mr. Fairchild smiled, and patted Emily on the shoulders; after which he took out a little Bible which he had in his pocket, and read these verses :-" The