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poor mother would but come to you, and love she used to do. Oh! come, dear mother,' added Henrie, going up to her, and taking her hand ; come to my father, come to my poor father! you loved him once; love him again.'- In this manner Henrie begged and entreated his mother to be reconciled to his father. The Marchioness at first seemed obstinate: but at last she was overcome ; and running to her husband, put her arms round his neck and kissed him affectionately ; whilst he, embracing her, called her his beloved wife, his own Adelaide. This little family then sat down to their dinner, enjoying the lovely prospect, and the soft and delightful breezes, from the opposite bill; and after they had dined, Henrie sang to his parents some of the sweet hymns he had learnt when living in the valleys of Piedmont.
“Henrie had done a great work; he had made peace between his father and his mother; and now he saw, with great delight, his poor father gaining strength daily; and though sometimes full of sorrow, yet upon the whole, composed, and never breaking out in blasphemous words. Henrie used to lay his Bible and book of Martyrs on the table, by his father; the Marquis sometimes took up one and sometimes another, and would read a while ; and then, laying them down, sit in a thoughtful manner for some time. All these things pleased Henrie ; and he believed that God had already heard his prayer, and begun to change his father's heart.
“ About this time the governor of the castle invited Henrie to dine with him. Henrie was much pleased with the governor, who received him kindly, and took him to walk with him in the village. glad to hear,' said the governor, “that your father is more contented than he was at first; and you may tell him from me, that if he will endeavour to make himself easy, and not attempt to escape, I will always do everything in my power to make him comfortable;
and now, if you can tell me what I can send him, which you think will please him or your mother, if in my power, you shall bave it.'-'Oh, sir !' said Henrie, ‘God has certainly put it into your heart to be kind to my dear father.' Henrie then mentioned that he had heard his father say, that in his younger days he had been very fond of drawing; and he begged of the governor a small box of colours, and some paper; and also needles and thread, and linen, for his mother. With what joy did Henrie run back to his father and mother, in the evening, with these things! They received him as if he had been a long while absent from them, instead of only a few hours.
“What Henrie had brought afforded great amusement to the poor Marquis and the Marchioness ; the Marquis passing his time in drawing, and the Marchioness with her needle-work, whilst Henrie continually read and talked to them, giving them accounts of the holy and happy lives which the Waldenses led, and the sweet discourses which used to pass between Claude and his children; he often talked till his poor
father and mother were melted into tears. One day the Marquis said to his son, 'Oh! my Henrie, you are happy, and Claude is happy, and Maria is happy. To be at peace with God must be the first of all blessings; had I all I once possessed, all my fine houses, all my large estates, all my money, I would give them all to be at peace with God. But I fear, Henrie, that I have sinned past forgiveness. Oh! how have I blasphemed God, and mocked him, and endeavoured to persecute his children! I cannot think, Henrie, that I can he forgiven. I think of God as of an enemy. I feel that he hates me, and this makes
angry with him in return, and I cannot love him. O Henrie, Henrie, would to God I had been brought up as you were !'— To this Henrie answered, that the atonement which God had provided for sinful man was so large, so abundant, so great, that it is more than sufficient for all our sins. • He who died for us, my dear father, is God,' said Henrie ; 'the infinite, eternal, ever-living God. If your sins, my dear father, have been without number, and black as night, yet He who died for you was all fair; there was no spot in him: and he has promised, “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.' (Isa. i. 18.)
“ In this manner Henrie and his father used to converse. Neither were Henrie's arguments lost
his father : the Marquis read the Bible more and more: and Henrie, early one morning, found him at prayer in one of his closets. He was so delighted, that he could not help crying with joy; but he did not mention what he had seen.- In this manner the summer passed away, and the winter came; the governor then finding that the Marquis was content, and made no attempt to escape, allowed the prisoners abundance of wood for fire, and candles, with every convenience which could make the winter pass away pleasantly ; and he often came himself and passed an evening with them, ordering his supper into the room. The governor was an agreeable man, and had travelled into many countries, which he used to describe to Henrie. He loved to hear Henrie read the Bible; and though he did not say so directly, yet it appeared that he in his heart favoured the Waldenses ; for he often asked Henrie about them and their manner of living. When the governor paid his evening visit, it was a day of festivity to the Marquis and his little family ; and when he did not come, their evening passed pleasantly, whilst Henrie read the Bible aloud and the Marchioness sewed. In the mean time the work of grace seemed to advance in the heart of the Marquis ; and he who but a year ago was proud, insolent, selfindulgent, boasting, blasphemous, was now humble, gentle, polite, in honour preferring all men. His behaviour to the Marchioness was quite changed: he was tender and affectionate towards her, bearing with patience many of her little fretful ways.
Henrie often observed him during the day going into his closet ; from which he came out with his eyes red, as if he had been in tears ; perhaps confessing his sins before God, and begging forgiveness for his dear Son's sake.
“ Henrie had never been happier in his life than he now was ; insomuch that he could not help jumping and tripping as he went along the room, and breaking out into singing hymns of praise. My boy,' said the Marquis, one day to him, 'you seem full of joy in your prison.'— Yes, my dear father,' said Henrie, running up to the Marquis, 'I am happy, because I hope to spend a happy eternity with you in the presence of Him who died for us.'—Oh, beloved Henrie!' said the Marquis, putting his arms round his neck; "blessed child ! you, under God, have been the means of bringing your poor sinful father to his Saviour.'
“In this manner the winter passed away, and the spring arrived: at which time the governor gave
the Marquis permission, attended by a guard, to walk with his family every day upon the roof of the castle. There the Marquis enjoyed the fresh air and the beautiful prospect; and he said that all the pleasures of Paris were not to be compared to his happiness on such occasions.
“For years did the Marquis and his family live in this confinement. All this time the Marquis and Henrie grew in grace, and ripened for eternity; insomuch, that the Marquis at length, like the martyrs of old, instead of fearing death, began to look forward with hope to the happy time when he should be present with the Lord, and absent from the body; and holy Henrie, seeing his earnest prayers granted, and both his parents' hearts turned to God, was ready to depart whenever it should please God to call him.
At the end of the fourth year of the Marquis's confinement, the small-pox broke out in the village, and the infection was brought to the castle; the Marquis and Henrie were both seized by the dreadful disease, and both died in consequence. Thus God, in his great mercy, removed them from this world of sin and sorrow into glory. After their deaths, the poor
Marchioness, hearing that the Waldenses had been driven from their happy valleys by the King, removed into a small house in the village near, where the governor supported and protected her till her dying day. She lived in the fear of God, and died in the faith of our Lord Jesus Christ; rejoicing in the hope of being restored to her beloved husband and children. I shall give in this place a little prayer, which Henrie used for his father and mother, and which any child who is so unfortunate as to have any relations who do not fear God, may make use of in their behalf.”
A Prayer, to be used by a Child for unbelieving
and ungodly Friends and Relations.
O Lord God Almighty! hear the prayer of a poor child who comes before thee not in his own name, but in the name of that dear Saviour who died for him upon the cross. I come now, O Lord, in his dear name, to ask thee to have pity on my dear (father, or mother, or brother, &c. &c.) who is living without God, and who never thinks of his Saviour, and has no care about his soul. O Lord God Almighty ! turn the heart of this my poor friend ; turn his heart, and let him not die in sin, O Lord, how dreadful would it be if he should die and go to hell, there to live for ever in the lake of fire and brimstone! Oh! save him, save him from this dreadful place! Give him faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, and wash him from his sins in the blood of the bleeding