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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
All open to thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,
And must the crimes that I have done
Be all expos'd before the sun,
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. "how
"Oh, Mamma!" said Emily one day, 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 in preserve 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—so 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 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 spots 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 spot?"
"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 next day John seeth Jesus coming unto
him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world!" (John i. 29).— "The place of the Scripture which he read was this: He was led as a sheep to the slaughter; and like a lamb dumb before the shearer, so opened he not his mouth." (Acts viii. 32.)-" Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation, received by tradition from your fathers; but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a Lamb without blemish and without spot; who verily was fore-ordained before the foundation of the world, but was manifest in these last times for you." (1 Pet. i. 18-20.)·
Whilst Mr. Fairchild was reading these verses, the cart was come alongside a wood, which was exceedingly shady and beautiful. Many tufts of primroses, violets, and wood-anemonies, grew on the banks by the way-side; and as the wind blew gently over these flowers, it brought a most delightful smell. "What sound is that which I hear along the trees?" said Emily: "it is very sweet and soft."
That is the cooing of wood-pigeons, or doves," said Mr. Fairchild: "and look, Emily, there they are! they are sitting upon the branch of a tree: there are two of them."
"Oh! I see them," said Emily: "O how soft and pretty they look! But, now the noise of the cart has frightened them: they are flown away." "The Holy Spirit," said Mr. Fairchild, " арpeared at our Saviour's baptism in the shape of a dove; to signify, that those to whom the Holy Spirit comes are made holy and harmless, and innocent as doves. The Holy Spirit finds us hard and cruel, and fierce as bears and lions; but it makes us gentle and lovely as doves. Christ says to the