Author: Sarah A. Myers
Release Date: July 27, 2005 [EBook #16367]
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[Illustration: William at his mother’s grave.
Taking a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket, he drew a sketch of the little square where his loved ones slept.]
The orphan’s Victory.
by Sarah A. Myers.
“Blessed is the man that trusteth in Him.... They that seek the Lord shall not want any good thing.”—Psalm xxxiv.
T. Nelson and Sons, Paternoster Row; Edinburgh; and
This little volume contains a simple record of the trials and temptations which a poor orphan boy passed through a few years since. It teaches that best of lessons,—the need of Divine help in the battle of life. It shows that a child may attain a beautiful character amid great trials and great evils.
The author assures us that the incidents in this delightful story are real occurrences. Some of them are “stranger than fiction;” yet they are not fancies, but facts.
William’s first grief.
In one of the many beautiful spots which the traveller sees in making a voyage up the Hudson, stands the village of M——. It attracts the notice of all tourists, for it seems to occupy the very place in which a painter or a lover of the picturesque would have chosen to place it. Its inhabitants love to boast of its antiquity, for it was founded by the original Dutch settlers, and its present settlers are mostly their descendants.
At the time of which we write, no city fashions had found their way to that remote spot. Its inhabitants were simple-hearted, pious, and contented to live as their forefathers had done; and the place seemed like a quiet little world within itself. None of the gross vices always to be found in large communities were practised there. On the Sabbath-day, when its only bell sent its voice distinctly over the valley, the humble dwellers met in the single church, not only bound together by the tie of human brotherhood, but by the sweeter ties of Christian charity, to hear the word of God and perform the work of prayer and praise.
Just at the end of the long street in this quiet village stood a cottage, which, although very rudely built, attracted the attention of the passers-by from the extreme neatness and order, those sure attendants of the pious poor, which reigned around it. In winter it looked snug beneath its coating of snow; in summer very beautiful, glistening, as it then did, in all its fragrant adornment of jessamine, honeysuckle, and sweet-brier.