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riends to give you a blank book, and a pen and ink, that
also may keep an account of the sins of your heart, in order, with the Divine blessing, to keep you from being proud ; “for God resisteth the proud, and giveth grace to the humble. Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he
in due time.” (1 Pet. v. 5, 6),
LUCY FAIRCHILD'S JOURNAL.
Written when she was Nine Years and a Half old.
• When I awoke this morning, mamma called me to make my bed : and I felt cross, and wished I was like Miss Augusta Noble, and had servants to wait upon me, and that Lady Noble was my mamma, and not my own dear mamma.
Mamma gave Emily a bit of muslin, and some pink ribbon; and I was envious, and hated Emily a little while, though I knew it was wicked.
• When papa gave Henry the strawberry, I was angry again : and then I thought of Mrs. Giles, . who loves one of her little girls and hates the • other. I thought that my papa and mamma were like Mrs. Giles, and that they loved Henry and Emily more than me.
• When papa was reading and praying, I wanted 'to be at play; and was tired of the Bible, and • did not wish to hear it.
. And then I thought a very bad thought indeed! • When Mrs. Barker came, I despised her for not being pretty, though I knew that God had made • her such as she is, and that he could make me like • her in one moment.'
As soon as Lucy had finished writing these last words, she heard her mamma come up stairs and go into her room: she immediately ran to her; and,
shewing her the book, “Oh, Mamma! Mamma!" she said, “ you cannot think what a wicked heart I have got ! Here is my journal; I am ashamed to shew it to you: pray do not hate me for what is written in that book.”
Mrs. Fairchild took the book ; and when she had read what was written, “ My dear child,” she said, “I thank God, who has by his Holy Spirit helped you to know a little of the wicked ness of your heart. Your heart, my dear, is no worse, and no better, than the hearts of all human creatures ; for there is none good, no not one.' • As in water face answereth to face, so the heart of man to man.' (Prov. xxvii. 19.) And yet, as I told you before, there are many people who live to a very old age without knowing that their hearts are wicked : they think themselves very good, and they think that they shall go to heaven as a reward for their goodness.
They do not see the need of a Saviour, and therefore never apply to him for help: thus they live and die in unbelief. But happy are those, my dear Lucy, who are brought to the knuwledge of their own sinful nature before their death.”
Then Mrs. Fairchild gave the book back to Lucy, and told her to continue every day to keep an account of what passed in her heart, that she might learn more and more to know and hate her own sinful nature After this, Mrs. Fairchild and Lucy knelt down, and confessed before God the exceeding vileness of their hearts, as follows.
Confession of the exceeding Vileness of our Hearts.
O Almighty Father! my beart is so exceedingly wicked, so vile, and full of sin, that even when I appear to people about me to be tolerably good, even then I am sinuing. So great is the power of sin over me, that even when I am praying, or reading the Bible, or hearing other people read the Bible, even then I sin. When I speak, I sin ; when I am silent, I sin, I find, O Lord, that I cannot cease from sin, not even for one moment. Even my dreams upon my bed often shew the vileness of my heart. O Lord, what shall I do? where shall í fly? how..can I be saved from my sins ? In me there is no help ! I can do nothing for myself! I must depend entirely on Thee for mercy, O heavenly Father! Oh, pardon me for my Saviour's sake ; and for his sake may God the Spirit renew and sanctify my vile heart, and prepare me for that glory which has been procured for the saints by the death and merits of my blessed Redeemer. For that dear Redeemer's sake, O Lord, hear my prayer; and grant that I may be washed from
my sins by the blood of Christ, and clothed' in garments made wbite with the same.
Our Father,” &c. &c.
THERE is a Fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
Lose all their guilty stains.
That Fountain in his day;
Wash all my sins away.
Shall never lose its power,
Be say'd, to sin no more.
Thy flowing wounds supply,
And shall be till I die.
Then in a sweeter, nobler song
I'll sing thy power to save,
Lies silent in the grave.
Unworthy though I he,
A golden barp for me :
And form'd by Pow'r Divine,
No other Name but Thine.
STORY ON AMBITION, OR THE WISH TO
BE GREAT. TWICE every year Sir Charles and Lady Noble used to invite Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild, and their children, to spend a day with them at their house. Mr. and Mrs. Fairchild did not much like to go, because Sir Charles and his Lady were very proud, and their children were not brought up in the fear of God; yet, as the visit happened only twice in a year, Mr. Fairchild thought it better to go than to have a quarrel with his neighbour. Mrs. Fairchild always had two plain muslin frocks, with white mittens, and neat black shoes, for Lucy and Emily to wear when they went to see Lady Noble. As Mr. Fairchild's house was as much as two miles' distance from Sir Charles Noble's, Sir Charles always used to send his carriage for them, and to bring them back again at night.
One morning, just at breakfast time, Mr. Fairchild came into the parlour, saying to Mrs. Fairchild, “ Here, my dear, is a note from Sir Charles Noble, inviting us to spend the day to-morrow, and the children,"
“ Well, my dear," said Mrs. Fairchild," as Sir Charles Noble has been so kind as to ask us, we must not offend him by refusing to go."
The next morning Mr. Fairchild desired his wife and children to be ready at twelve o'clock, which was the time fixed for the coach to be at Mr. Fairchild's door. Accordingly soon after eleven Mrs. Fairchild dressed Lucy and Emily, and made them sit quietly down till the carriage came.
As Lucy and Emily sat in the corner of the room, Lucy looked at Emily, and said, “ Sister, how pretty you look!” “ And how neat you look, Lucy!” said Emily: “ these frocks are very pretty, and make us look very well.”
My dear little girls,” said Mrs. Fairchild, who overheard what they said to each other, “ do not be conceited because you have got your best frocks
You now think well of yourselves, because you fancy you are well dressed: by and bye, when you get to Lady Noble's, you will find Miss Augusta much finer dressed than yourselves : then you will be out of humour with yourselves for as little · reason as you now are pleased. Do you remember the verses I made you learn, Lucy, concerning one who cometh into the assembly of the Christians in fine clothes ?” Lucy.
“Mamma, I remember; they are these : My brethren, have not the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of glory, with respect of persons; for if there come into your assembly a man with a gold ring, in goodly apparel; and there come in also a poor man, in vile raiment; and
have respect to him that weareth the gay clothing, and say unto him, Sit thou here, in a good place; and say to the poor, Stand thou there, or sit here under my footstool; are ye not then partial in yourselves, and are become judges of-evil thoughts ?' (James ii. 1-4)."