The Lutheran Pioneer St. Louis — 1888, Page 23

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<culty. When an*uncle died nig some
-money,: lie*resolved to quit his“fade, for he

could'liye without such bard work. He passed

-his time’ pleiisantly by working in’ tage gar-|

*:sden back of his house. But his wife was not
satisfied. “Since they had some money she
wanted to leave their cottage and move into a
Jarge house in anothér part of town. But John
said that if he would’ buy that house he would
have. nothing: leftgto live on, and he did not
want to go baéifsto his trade again. His wife,
however, saidshé would beqvilling to do with

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can see.from this how our sins are sure to find
us out. May the Lord preserve us all from sin,
and help us to keep a good conscience.

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The Praying Widow of Nuremberg.

John Heermagn, born 1585, was pastor in a
village on the banks of the Oder in Germany.
The death of his faithful wife, his own poor
health, the horrors of the Thirty Years’ War,
and a pestilence in his own congregation caused
the pious pastor a great deal of sorrow and care.

In the midst of all these sorrows he wrote
some of his most beautiful hymns. He had a
son 6 years old, who lay sick with a dangerous
fever. While lying on his sick-bed, he prayed
so earnestly that all, who saw and heard him,
were struck with wonder and awe.

As the child was growing worse, the mother
asked him how he felt; to which he replied:
“T long to see Jesus, my Saviour.’’

The Mother: ‘‘Where, then, my child?”

The Child: ‘‘In Heaven; in the life beyond”?

The Mother: ‘*When will you see Him?”

In the year 1820, there lived at, Nuremberg
the widow of a laborer, whose etatdesons were
But she was
so poor that, when the youngest was about to
pass his examinations, she knew not how to
ploma. She made known her trouble to her
pastor, who advised her to borrow that sum.
The widow replied, ‘‘I dare not do it, for I do
not know how I can ever repay it.”’ “Well,”
said the pastor, ‘‘let us ask the Lord to send

but one-meal a day only so they lived in a fine you that amount, relying on this promise, ‘If

house, and she could look down on her poor} two of you shall agree on earth as touching

neighbors. But her husband thought all this anything that they shall ask, it shall be done

was very wrong, and he would not leave the} for them of my Father which is in heaven.’

The Child: ‘‘Soon, very s6on.”
The Mother (weeping): ‘‘What has He done

for you that you so much long to see Him?”’

The Child (holding out his arms): ‘‘Why,

old cottage.

Well, Mrs. Peters kept fretting about their
poor house, and wondering how she could
manage to get out of it. At last she thought
ofaplan. It was a very wicked plan. It was
this: She would kill her husband and then she

could do what she pleased with the money.,

One night she gave her husband something
that made him sleep very soundly. Then she

took a long nail and drove it into his head and | to say to him, “Go in and salute them.” He
killed him. As Mr. Peters had plenty of hair| knocked, and the woman who opened the door

on his head she covered up the nail. The next
morning she called in the neighbors and wept
and Jamented very much, stating that she had

found her husband dead when she awoke. *Nd-|

body suspected that she had killed him, and
the man was buried without an examination.
Not long after this Mrs. Peters bought the
fine house and moved into it. She thought
that she would never be found out. She for-
‘got that there is a God in heaven who re-
vealeth secrets. Now how do you suppose God
revealed this woman’s crime to the world? Let
me tell you.
A good many years after Mr. Peters’ death
a stranger was stopping in that town. He took
a walk to the grave-yard. The sexton was dig-
ging a grave at the time, and had just come to
the bones of a human being, who had been
buried for years. The stranger asked the sex-
ton if he could recognize the corpse. The sex-
ton replied that he could, and that it was that
of John Peters. Then the sexton#éold of how
suddenly he had died. The stranger thentex-
amined the bones, and soon found a nail in the
skull#! He drew out the nail and inquired
where Mrs. Peters lived. He then went to her
and, showing her the nail, said: ‘‘I found this
in your husband’s head. Can you tell me how
it got there?”? The woman grew pale and
fainted. On recovery she confessed her great
sin. She was afterwards tried, condemned and
hung. Let us learn a lesson from this true
story. One sin usually leads to another. A
proud heart is a dangerous thing to have. We

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‘these twenty-five years

He has died for me!’? When he had said this,
he fell back and died. :

What a blessed death! This can not -be
death! It must be a passing out of death into
life! May such an end be yours!—Olive Leaf.

Go home and pray, and I will do the same in
my study.”’

Kneeling down the pastor presented his re.
quest in earnest prayer to God. Then he tried
to:think of some way by which he could help
the poor mother, for he had no money himself.
He left his study hoping that his walk in the
city would bring some good result. Passing
the house of a church-member some one seemed

The Railway Guard.

“Tcan give you a wonderful answer to
prayer,’’ said one of the railway guards to me,
as I was waiting at a station. Some slight re-
mark of mine showed him the current of my
thoughts, and he at once revealed his own.
We speedily found that we had one hope, one
faith, one Lord, and one God. ‘‘I wilk always
ask God to give me something to do for Him,”
said he, ‘every day, just to use me for His
glory. You know, ma’am, I can conduct my
train to His glory. I doit all at the very best,
and ask His blessing upon it. Even train-work
is blessed work when done for Him. One day
my train was all ready to start, but somehow
I couldn’t blow my little whistle. God, I be-
lieve, kept on saying in my mind, ‘You must
wait for such and such a train.’ You know,
ma’am, I wasn’t bound to wait, but I felt I
must wait. No sooner had the other line train
come in, than a poor, excited widow lady
rushed out and up to me with, ‘Oh, can I
catch the down train to ——? I must, I must!
My boy is dying!”

‘Bundle in ma’am,’ I said, ‘here. No room
there; bundle into my van, and we are off.’

“T blew the whistle, jumped in after her.
Poor thing, she was on her knees thanking and
praising God; ‘For,’ said she, ‘all the way
from —— I knelt on the floor of the carriage,
asking Him not to let the train start without
me;’ and I said to her:

«<God kept the train waiting for you.”

‘Now, don’t you think, ma’am, that was an
answer to the poor lady’s prayer?”’

exclaimed, ‘‘You have come at the right mo-
ment.’ ‘The father then said to the pastor,
“We desire your counsel. Yesterday we cel-
ebrated our silver wedding. We did not wish
to spend. money for a feast, but have put aside
twenty-five florins as a sr +11 token of gratitude
for all the blessings G* rranted us during
page. We do
not know how to employ i is: ey, and I just
now said to my wife that.y Suk-uld indicate to
us the best use to which it _ ygd be applied.”’
To pastor then recounted wich much emotion
he story of the poor widow. They both ex-
claimed, ‘It is the finger of God. ‘Take the
money and carry it to her.”

Tt was now night, and the next day at nine
o'clock the money must be paid. The pastor
hastened to the home of the poor widow, and
at her door heard her groans and half-uttered
words ofearnest prayer. He entered the room
and gait’ to her: ‘‘Before they call I will an-
swer;and while they are yet speaking I will
hear.’? He then ex lajnaitt> the astonished
mother how their prayer had been answered,
and her anxiety gave place to praise. They
both kneeled down and gave thanks to God
who had so faithfully fulfilled His promise.

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The Blessed Death of a Child.

“I am the Resurrection and the Life. He
that believeth on me, though he were Wead,
yet shall he live.’” John 14, 25. 4

— eo oO i
A Bewrtever’s dying day~is his crowning day.